Chapter 91 The 5th Armored Assault Regiment
Thick cables snaked around the low ceiling, humming with energy flowing through the cabin. Artificial air flow slowly came from the vent grille on the top. When the air flows out, bringing oxygen to prevent suffocation, it also brings in the dust and dirt in the air ducts that have been in disrepair.
This is the middle deck of the Starfire. In addition to seeing busy workers and servitors, you can also hear heavy machinery running with rhythmic banging somewhere nearby.
Thick pipes stand on both sides of the passage and hall like trees in a jungle.
In other words, this is a steel forest. The animals living here also follow the law of survival of the weak and the strong.
Deeper down, ball lights arranged every one meter around the metal wall were lighting up intermittently, preventing the wide cabin from completely falling into total darkness.
Hundreds of soldiers wearing dark gray uniforms were neatly arranged in a square formation, with a dozen arrogant officers standing opposite.
The officers' uniforms are all silver-grey, and there are crossed swords on their caps and epaulettes, which means that they are mortal auxiliaries affiliated with the Astral Knights.
“I am Captain Manson, commander of the first company of the Military Police Battalion.”
The leading officer is a tall man with a shaved head and a sinewy face. He has his hands on his waist and a round face. His wide eyes kept scanning the crowd, like a farmer staring at a group of animals.
"I'm here to supervise you!"
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers shook slightly, and then they all straightened their already straight backs and lifted their chests further. High, as if being inspected.
"Our military police company is your best, big brother! If you have any rules you don't understand or have concerns, you can ask us and we will answer you 'kindly'!"
That's what he said, but when the word 'kindness' came out of that bloody mouth, it was basically unconvincing.
Not to mention the almost roaring tone, which was more like some kind of threat.
Everyone has actually received this threat, but they are all stuck in place like sculptures, not daring to move.
They all belong to the newly formed 5th Armored Assault Regiment.
After acquiring twelve Malcador heavy tanks, Soshyan set out to form the fifth mortal auxiliary force of the Astral Knights based on the original four infantry regiments.
The establishment of a new unit this time was also an opportunity. Soshyan reorganized the originally chaotic organization and established the regiment-battalion-company organization. (Lao Mo would like to add something additional here. Perhaps due to some strange arrogance or habit, Warhammer’s parent company GW used a very traditional British organization when designing the Empire’s Astra Militarum. It was used for more than two hundred years from the 18th to the 20th century. The most striking feature is that regiments and battalions are not divided. It often happens that there are both infantry regiments and infantry battalions at the division and brigade level. Then coupled with the need for honorary designations, the organization becomes It is extremely confusing, and this has also led to the fact that in Warhammer, an Astra Militarum regiment may have as few as 10,000 people, or it may only have two or three thousand people, and some are not called regiments, so I am not going to accommodate this strange setting. It’s decided. )
Take the Fifth Armored Assault Regiment as an example. This regiment has one armored battalion, eight infantry battalions, one reconnaissance battalion, and one engineer battalion, with a total number of 8,500 people.
The armored battalion is divided into four companies, each company has three Makado heavy tanks and a certain number of covering infantry.
These companies can be used together to form a powerful armored attack spearhead, or they can be dispersed to other battalions to serve as infantry support firepower.
These people gathered are officers and soldiers belonging to the armored battalion.
"Now, please introduce yourselves to the commanders! Everyone introduces their tank number and name!"
The military police company commander raised his hand and pointed to the right hand of the front row of the queue. Side first.
"Start from you!"
"Yes! Armored Battalion 1st Company, Howling Scythe!"
The speaker was a young officer with a shaved head, muscular build, and an exceptionally capable look. .
But before he finished his introduction, he was immediately rudely interrupted.
“No energy!!”
The military police commander roared like an angry lion, and at the same time, the military police behind him also roared.
“Can’t hear it at all!”
“Can’t hear it!”
“Say it again!”
“Do it again! Do it again!”
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"You still want to drive a tank at such a low voice!!"
The strong young officer was a little nervous for a moment by these roars, and sweat spots suddenly appeared on his forehead. "Yes!"
He then shouted loudly at a decibel level that was enough to tear his vocal cords apart:
"The First Company of the Armored Battalion! Howling Scythe! Emond... Roman Oakley!”
When he spoke, almost all the muscles in his face were distorted, and when he finished speaking, he even felt that his throat was smoking.
“Okay——!”
The military police commander’s eyes turned to the man on Edmund’s left. .
"Next!"
"The 1st Company of the Armored Battalion! The Steel Grinder! Pierre Billot!!"
The stocky officer was obviously smart, and he raised his voice to the highest pitch from the beginning.
“Okay!!”
Seeing the other party being so obedient, a trace of elation appeared on the face of the military police company commander.
“Very energetic!”
But when his eyes turned to the third person, he returned to that ferocious appearance again.
It was a man with a plain expression. There was a terrible scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to his lower lip. His military uniform looked a bit baggy compared to the people around him, a kind of undisguised contempt.
"The 1st Company of the Armored Battalion, the Immortal Pest, Kent Ruspell."
Compared to the first two, his voice was as soft as a poet reciting by the lake.
His tone and attitude angered all the military police in an instant.
“Can’t hear! Can’t hear!”
"The voice is too quiet!"
"Do it again! Do it again!"
The military police stepped forward one after another and pointed at him, as if they would take action if he disobeyed.
As for the company commander, he still stood where he was, but his eyes became like those of a beast that wanted to eat people.
“What! Didn’t you hear it!”
Faced with his roar, the man remained unmoved.
“Don’t look away!”
“Don’t look around!”
“Are you standing at attention?”
Gendarmes Not only was he roaring at Kent, but he was also declaring his authority to other officers and soldiers. They had their arms akimbo, just like the guards patrolling the prisoners, and their eyes were constantly scanning the queue, looking for possible resisters.
At least for now, there is no second one.
"Here! The military police company said it couldn't hear it! It just couldn't be heard!"
After roaring this sentence at the queue, the military police company commander stared at this unruly man, using all his strength, Scream your strongest voice.
“Start again!!!!!!!!!”
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(End of this chapter)