Chapter 218 Alas, get ready to work, prepare to work
On the dark side of the empire, at the beginning of the great rift, at the other end of the galaxy, are two primarchs with completely opposite reputations in the empire. Far away from Macragge, in a desolate frontier full of darkness and alien activities, an inconspicuous little place whispered secrets and opinions that were unfaithful, unfilial, kind, unjust, unkind, unfaithful, and unbelieving.
Not to mention the big red and golden guy wrestling in the void, the blue soft-bodied monster trying to randomly trip someone up, the pink snake demon trying to find an opportunity to eat a peach (?), and the fat green guy watching from a distance. Grandpa and other currently irrelevant characters.
In the living room, as black tea and refreshments were served, the generous guest took out several bottles of his collection of absolute hard currency in the Calixis sector, produced by Quatis. When drinking special vintage gold cognac, the atmosphere began to become more relaxed and warm.
The Planetary Governor and his guests have now entered the stage of becoming brothers and sisters with the finalization of more additional terms and the signing of the contract. Well, it is obviously not because of a certain social fear librarian. What kind of eloquent skills suddenly awakened, but people in Carrick generally believed that "a rogue trader is not trustworthy, but his words must be nice", and the fixed cognition in the mind of a rogue trader is "this kind of alpine zone" The people will agree to anything as long as they bring them good spirits.”
Hmm... Obviously the superposition of these two different ways of thinking has produced some wonderful collision chemical reactions, and someone's obviously has the upper hand.
The reason why I say this is because the misunderstanding of their conversation sounded roughly as follows to Perturabo:
“Ah ha ha ha ha... Alexey, your The name is really nice... Hmm... It reminds me of some people I knew in the ice world who also had this name. The name means protector and it really suits you." (So this sentence really suits you. Is this a compliment? )
"Thank you, Mr. Carosini for coming from afar! Our friendship will last for thousands of years! Come! Raise a glass!"
"Well said, Allie Governor Kesai! You and your subordinates are so generous and considerate! Can you be more tolerant about the deployment of guards in the polar regions?”
"I'm afraid this won't work. Although the ice cap there is indeed uninhabited, but...oh, what is this, another bottle of golden cognac? Invite us to drink? You are too polite, dear Carosini..."< br>
"How can I be polite to you? My dear Governor, the fact is that we hit it off right away, we are a country of brothers...Thank you, you have a big drink too! Then the right to dispatch mercenaries to the region... "
"I think if you can ensure that the export taxes of the minerals you want to mine are paid on time and in the right amount...then some guards and mercenary members during the drilling process are indeed necessary... By the way. , I think you might as well hire some of the best local soldiers, they will be no worse than anyone else... Ah, this wine you brought is so rich, rich and sweet, I can't believe it, this is the best of Quatis One of the drinks!"
"Yes, then please sign here and let's have another drink for this!"
"Oh...Okay, come on. ! Let us raise a toast to the Empire! To our new neighbors the Carosini Dynasty!"
"Cheers! Cheers! Praise to the Empire and Carosini who brought the wine!"
The black and white dog standing aside stuffed some information that made the original body sweat into the head of his brother, the supreme tyrant. , shaking his head while listening to someone's poor social language.
“Fortunately, he doesn’t really need to rely on words and skills to negotiate.”
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Carrick·22 hours (one day and night ) after
Above the Antarctic ice cap
Two Stormbirds roared and spit out huge vortices. Their reactors were filled with the passion of work and the collision of particles. They were modified by Perturabo's design and the Ironblood's mysterious armory. Finally, they had something different from their brothers serving in the Empire. The coil of their newly installed small anti-gravity device began to be energized, and the engine vector nozzle slowly flipped downwards. In conjunction with the anti-gravity device, the Storm Bird, loaded with personnel and supplies, hovered in the small open space where it was ready to land, and then in the cold air He landed carefully but maintained his speed smoothly in the polar cold wind.
"Very good! 10th Company, assemble!"
Maxim, wearing his helmet, issued instructions to his battle brothers from the communication channel , groups of space warriors wearing brand-new power armor and their equipment lined up in front of the open space for inspection. Their plating was black and shiny, and together with the silver and gold decorations, they reflected the pale and faint star of Carrick. of light.
As Astartes who have never had the opportunity to fight properly, in addition to spending a lot of time and sweat in the shooting range, gladiatorial cages and training grounds, they also hone their combat skills in the officers' mess - the Destiny Steel The lower decks have since been "under repair".
Other tasks that can be done on the lower deck include using heavy flamethrowers to clean the sewers and using auspices to search for mutants and gene stealers. Fortunately, the latter that sneaked in from the port do not seem to be able to spread effectively here. Later, when they caught those infected by these nasty bugs, those gene stealers who worked overtime every day until they fell asleep could not even develop a second generation.
Therefore, the officers’ mess is one of the best places for practical training every day. After all, the consequences are serious: you will be hungry! People are iron! Rice is steel! How can you not eat if you want to be strong both inside and outside? ——The highest admonition from Lord Lamizane Carosini.
Although their own direct company commander, Lord Kaidomo, complained about this and was very angry, he did not say that he could not do it in the end.
However, the officers’ mess is indeed a good place to practice trench warfare, siege warfare, siege warfare and melee warfare...
It is said that after leaving this time, the canteen will be renovated. The tables and chairs will be simulated with vehicles, and they will also stuff some alien training targets into it...
Maxim thought a little carelessly. , and at the same time touched the handle of the war hammer he carried.
The melee skills of this new Iron Warrior officer have undeniably been greatly enhanced in canteen wars again and again. After all, for melee weapons, combat itself is the best teaching. At the same time, he I also learned a very important point: when necessary, the sense of honor for a frontal attack can be put into your back first, and when you pull the weapon out of the opponent's breastplate judger, you can put it back into your heart. .
Someone strode over, and the sound of heavy iron feet made Maxim smile knowingly under his helmet.
He turned and saluted.
The warriors held their bolters clasped in their hands at the same time.
"Obey or die! Steel inside and out! Praise be to you, the great Iron Lord!"
Their genetic fathers have arrived.
(End of this chapter)