Chapter 1599 Appointment from Terra
After getting off the Thunder Eagle, Talos heard Soshyan's loud voice as soon as he entered the brightly lit exercise hall with people coming and going.
". The fifth exercise area determined that the attackers failed, with 20% casualties and half of their vehicles. The reason was that they failed to capture the G23 stronghold within 24 hours, which caused the enemy to detour from the side and be attacked from both sides. , in the end they could only retreat to the starting point, and because the Ascetic Company failed to coordinate the offensive steps with the Lamenter Company, the Ascetic Company went too deep and was ambushed by the enemy, losing another 20% of its vitality. "
Huge. On the screen, the tactical signs, real-time images, and personnel and equipment numbers in each exercise area were constantly flashing and beating. The technical priests were busy under the meditator array, processing the massive battle and casualty simulation data.
Suddenly, Soshyan, who heard footsteps, turned around from the command platform and saw Talos, who had taken off his helmet, walking towards him.
"How are those boys of yours?"
"Terrible."
Soshyan looked back at the data in the eighth exercise area, and then picked up the stacked data boards next to it After two clicks on one of the pieces, the battle simulation just appeared on the data pad.
"The entire reconnaissance company was wiped out? This is the only case in these nine training areas."
Talos helplessly touched his bald head, and then picked up a servitor on the side. Whipped coffee.
"You know, the character of those bastards is pretty good if they don't fight with friendly forces."
"But you still have to pay attention to this situation. Everyone is watching the exercise. If you do something like this, it will show up on your face." There’s no light either.”
“I’ve already taught them a lesson.”
Then Talos took a sip of hot coffee and looked at the display.
"It's already the seventh day, and it seems to have some effect? The offensive efficiency of the joint forces is at least double that of the first day or two, right?"
Soshyan nodded and looked at the display screen.
“At least everyone has a certain understanding of each other, and many misunderstandings have been resolved. For example, the Flesh Tearers may seem reckless, but in fact their assault tactics have many skills and are very flexible. Ranger Warriors They may seem rigid, but their attack plans are the most reliable and they have a relatively keen awareness of battlefield dynamics. The Weepers are the best teammates. Their exclusivity is the weakest and they can match up with most of their teammates. Yes, the ascetic's frontal offensive is as fierce and ruthless as ever."
"After practicing this for a month, I will be more confident about Huron."
Soshiyang nodded.
While the two were talking, there was a crisp sound of high heels. Soshyan immediately turned around and saw Veronica walking over in a ceremonial dress, her pace a little hasty.
It looked like something was wrong.
“What’s wrong?”
“The astropaths on Nessen 4 just received news that the Martian Tithe Fleet has turned around and is no longer coming.”
< br>"Huh?"
This was very sudden for Suo Shiyang. He had prepared his gene seeds, so why didn't he come?
"But there is another news. A fleet from Terra is about to arrive at Naisen IV."
"Terra?"
"Yes, there are people in the fleet. A messenger from the Council of High Lords of Terra, and the Imperial Fist escorting the messenger."
"This——"
Soshyan was even more confused this time——
What happened?
In desperation, Soshyan had no choice but to hand over the commander-in-chief of the exercise to Malakin, and then took the Eternal Loyalty back to Nathan IV. Not long after arriving at the home planet, another fleet also appeared from the jump point at the edge of the galaxy. There were eleven ships in total, four of which bore the mark of the Imperial Fist.
And what surprised Soshyan the most was that the leader of the team turned out to be Captain Danat Lysander!
Ever since the Feast of the Blade, it had been thirty years since he had seen the First Captain of the Imperial Fists who had given him unlimited support when he first became Chapter Master.
In addition to the inevitable excitement of seeing his old friend again, Soshyan also hid some shame.
Has he now become the "militant captain" that Lysander originally expected?
"Soshyan, long time no see!"
On the space orbital station of Nessen 4, in the hall only used to welcome the most distinguished guests, two teams of majestic giants were marching to each other.
Lysander, wearing the Terminator, is still as tall and tall as before, like the embodiment of Dorne's tenacity, but there are some wrinkles on his face, and the originally gray beard on his chin has turned gray.
Soshyan stopped three meters in front of Lysander, nodded excitedly, and then stretched out his hand.
"Yes, long time no see, Captain Lysander!"
Lysander looked at Soshyan carefully from beginning to end, and suddenly sighed like an old father:
"You seem to be taller than before. When people get old, their brains just don't work. What remains in my mind is the way you looked when I first saw you. At that time, you--"
< br>Lysander raised his hand to compare his height, then took Soshyan's hand, stepped forward and patted his shoulder twice.
"Okay, I know you will definitely make a difference in the future! I have heard about all the victories you have won. No wonder Pew often tells me that the empire will have to rely on you young people in the future!"
< br>"Captain Lysander, you are over-praising me. I just did some trivial things and cannot be compared with you."
"Hey, humility is a virtue, but being too self-effacing is not the rule of the Imperial Fists. Habit, everyone says that the Astral Knights are so strong now. How many years have they developed to what they are now?"
As he said that, Lysander turned and looked at the military port through the huge dome. The huge Eternal Loyalty.
“This is no small job.”
As Lysander spoke, Soshyan had been paying attention to the procession behind the Imperial Fists, a line of mortals in golden uniforms, holding aloft the Imperial aquila and the dove symbol of the messenger.
As if paying attention to Soshiyang's gaze, Lysander turned around and said solemnly to Soshiyang:
"Soshiyang, we have two tasks this time. First, The first is to escort a messenger from the High Lords Council, conveying an appointment signed by all the High Lords."
"Appointment?"
"Listen to yourself."
With that said, Lysander stepped aside, and then the team of messengers came to Soshyan with gentle steps. The leader was a man wearing a gold-painted white robe, a top hat, and holding a parchment scroll. Followed by two attendants carrying incense burners.
"Excuse me, are you the leader of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey?"
Soshyan nodded.
"Yes."
Then the messenger opened the parchment and began to announce the appointment and decision of the high lord in slow standard Terran High Gothic.
There is a lot of text, but the content is actually not much, but after listening to it, Soshiyang was completely confused, because there are only two contents in it-
First, appoint him as the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force The supreme commander of the lord.
Second, lead the Suffering Alliance and various armies to attack the Red Pirate Lord, Huron, who is hidden in the center of the Maelstrom!
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