Chapter 3368 The non-existent helper


Chapter 3368 The non-existent helper

"Oh, oh, oh, please! These cookies are for my child! He is sick! Please!"

Faint cries came from a distance, and Cantor was walking like a machine. He wanted to dig out his eyes very much at this moment, but he couldn't. His peripheral vision still told him everything.

A woman with only single clothes on her body was dragged to the ground, clutching a small clay pot with scarred and blackened fingers, but soon a pair of hands tore her away, and the clay pot was held in the arms of a soldier.

"This is an order from superiors. All surplus grain must be collected. Your share of rations has been distributed."

"That's not food at all! Sawdust and grass roots are nothing! What should I do-"

"Mom!"

A little girl ran out of the door, crying and pointing into the door.

"Brother, he, brother - wuwuwu."

The woman screamed and crawled into the house, while the soldiers shook their heads helplessly, turned and left, going to the next family.

When Cantor was walking towards the statue of the legendary Polux, the first chapter master of the Crimson Fist, he noticed a circle of shivering children wrapped in blankets huddled near the base, looking eagerly at everyone passing by, as if Wanting some food and warmth.

He was still walking, but his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and his red iron fists were tightly clenched together.

When they crossed the statue and came to a main road near Silver Castle, there was a low-pitched discussion near a seemingly high-end residence. Cantor had noticed it when he came.

People gathered in front of the door, and soldiers carried out two stretchers covered with white cloth. A priest was praying, and a boy of seven or eight years old was sitting on the steps, looking blankly in an unknown direction.

For the first time, Cantor hated his keen hearing——

".I heard that the man committed suicide first and let his wife and son eat his own flesh. After eating a few meals, the woman fell ill and committed suicide."

"Oh, what a tragedy, what should I do with this child?"

"I don't know, who cares about whom now? Let's see what the church says"

When Cantor entered the central city wall of New Ryan and the Silver Castle where the headquarters was located, the nearly 100-year-old Governor Maia immediately called for someone to bring a glass of thirst-quenching wine to the eternal hero in her heart, but Cantor just remained silent. He refused and immediately called a meeting.

There were not many attendees, just a few major mortal commanders, the only remaining fourth company commander Cortes and the new second company commander Green, the new think tank director De Guero, and the new chief priest Argo.

That's all that's left of the Crimson Fist.

"Without food, we won't be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive."

At the beginning of the meeting, Cantor, who took off his helmet to reveal a steel face full of scars, pointed out the topic straight to the point, and then looked at a general.

"How long can the current grain storage last?"

"My lord, we can still support the combat troops for two months."

The other party only mentioned combat troops, but Cantor knew what it meant. There were currently about one million combat troops and four to five million residents in Ruien New City who had little combat capability.

"When Ryan turns into a dead city filled with the smell of corpses, how long can the combat troops sustain it?"

The other party did not answer this question and could not answer it.

"If the soldiers starve to death, this place will become a dead city."

Fourth Captain Cortez seems to have become accustomed to disagreeing with his Chapter Leader. Although the two supported each other from the ruins of the destroyed Chapter Monastery to Ryan New City, their relationship has also become Very subtle.

Green, who took over the position of the former Second Company Commander who died in action, suddenly said softly:

"Can we find a solution from the sea?"

Cortez shook his head.

"The green-skinned fighter jets bombed during the day and at night. All the boats in the port were blown up, not even a sampan was left. I'm afraid you can't even go fishing on the sea."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the conference room door.

"Emergency!" Upon hearing this, Cantor's face turned dark, but he still asked someone to open the door. Then an officer saluted and walked in cautiously.

"Report! The Coastal Lighthouse detected a ship approaching from the sea!"

"Ship!?"

Cantor's eyes widened, as did Cortez's.

"Green-skinned one?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case. The other party has hoisted a signal flag, but the radio did not respond. According to the ship's hull number, it is freighter No. 17, a grain transport ship."

Cantor almost jumped up when he heard the word "grain ship".

"Arrange Thunderhawks immediately! Immediately! Prepare all three Thunderhawks!"

When the Thunderhawk swept toward the sea at a very low altitude, the mysterious cargo ship was less than fifty kilometers away from the coast of New Ryan City. Cantor personally led the team, and the fourth company commander Cortez also participated. Three Thunderhawks Loaded with tactical squads.

In the cabin, Cantor silently prayed to the emperor, praying that this was not an empty ship, praying that it had at least a little something, not too much, just a little bit

Soon, Cantor jumped from the Thunderhawk cabin and landed heavily on the rusty deck.

As soon as he landed, he was surprised to find that there were huge and ugly heads stuck on the fence of the front plywood. They seemed to have been dead for a while, and their blood had completely dried up.

Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!

"Greenskin?"

Kantor felt a little uneasy. The greenskins had already arrived first, and there might not be everything he hoped for here.

But he still didn't give up and led the team to the bridge.

As soon as they entered, they found that there was no one there, and the control station was in autopilot mode. However, on the glass of the control tower, they saw lines of Gothic script written in blood.

"Your crew members have been killed by the greenskins. In order to prevent the corpses from rotting and causing pollution, we can only bury them in the sea. The invading greenskins have also been wiped out. The food is safe in the cargo hold. They are safe. Please don’t worry too much about what you eat, and pay tribute to the strong defenders.”

Cantor and Cortez looked at each other, both confused, but what was more important now was food, so they quickly went to the cargo hold to check.

When the hatch opened, revealing the mountains of grain inside, Cantor lost his composure for the first time. He slowly took off his helmet, fell to his knees, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, until he After grabbing a grain of grain and stuffing it into his mouth, and slowly chewing out its fragrant taste, the tortured and tormented Chapter Leader roared loudly.

"The Emperor has not given up on us! The Emperor has not given up on Ryan! No! No!!"

Then Freighter No. 17, escorted by the Crimson Fist, arrived at the port of Ruin New City, and the news that followed made the whole city excited.

Food is coming! There’s a feast for all!

The declining morale was rekindled at this moment, and during the process of inventorying the cabins, the Crimson Fist discovered that there were not only grains, but also more scarce medicines. They totaled nearly 2 tons, and they didn’t know where they came from. It comes, but judging from the origin and storage labels, it seems that they all come from areas that have been occupied.

Of course, the Crimson Fist's explanation for the origin of this ship is that the crew fought to the death to escort them and fought to the death with the enemy after being plundered by the Greenskins, and the ship was transported to its fortress under the power of the Emperor. Place to go.

This statement is naturally meant to inspire people. The real situation is a mystery to the top brass, including ordinary soldiers of the Crimson Fist.

While escorting Reincarnated to Ryan, Cantor didn't understand who was involved until Cortez reminded him.

"Could it be those guys, the ones encountered by the 10th Company?"

"You said it was a spirit."

Cantor looked at the blood words on the glass in shock, but he did not point out the Eldar directly, because the appearance of the Eldar in Ryan was still top secret, and the scouts were also issued a gag order.

After all, the greenskin invasion is annoying enough. If the news of the Eldar's appearance spreads, morale will only be lower. It will look like Ryan has made a mistake, and all kinds of aliens will come to gather.

Cantor took two steps back and forth in the bridge with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the fourth company commander.

"What are they going to do? According to Mishina, the other party doesn't want the world to fall into the hands of the greenskins, so they come to help us"

"Aliens cannot be trusted, maybe they have another conspiracy."

"Then we have no choice about these grains."

"I didn't say food, I just reminded you to stay vigilant, for the honor of the Sons of Dorne. Even if we don't have much left, we must not accept help from aliens, and there will be no alien helpers in Ryan."


Cantor looked at the smoking city in the distance, sighed, and said softly:

"Let's deal with the greenskins first and then talk about other things."

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