Chapter 187 Son of the Fire Dragon
The middle deck of the White Knight.
The sailors have cleared a resting area for the incoming refugees.
"For the Empire! For humanity!"
The captain and his family stood in front of a dozen large pots, and distributed the food cooked in them along with plastic bowls to the white knights who had entered number of refugees.
Soldiers from the Eighteenth Legion, including Osiris, maintained order at the scene and called on people to line up to receive food.
“What do the Ork barbarians look like?”
“It’s the same as in the news, green and big, and looks like a beast?”
The captain is carrying the horse He scooped up a spoonful of broth for the refugee in front of him and poured it into the plastic bowl held by the refugee. At the same time, he asked the refugee in front of him curious questions.
However, the refugee who received the food was in shock. Just mentioning the word Ork would recall the nightmare-like tragic experience during this period.
So the refugee just bowed humbly to the captain, then quickly walked to the corner with the bowl in hand, sat down and drank the broth in the bowl.
"Yes, they are very green, but they don't have as many beast characteristics as beastmen." Osiris, who stood aside to maintain order, answered the captain's question for the refugees.
The captain looked at Osiris.
In order to thank the White Knight for extending a helping hand, Osiris saluted the captain: "These mortals are not ignorant of etiquette or intentionally offensive, they are too tired and too scared."
" I understand." The captain nodded.
The man who was second only to Qin Xia on the White Knight continued to distribute broth with his family members.
After a while, another sailor who had been on the ship to support the great cause of mankind walked in and began to distribute necessary supplies such as bedding and tents to the refugees.
"For the Empire! For humanity!"
"The Empire will avenge you, compatriots."
"Cheer up! Compatriots! At least you are still alive! You can also join the Emperor's great cause and take revenge on the greenskins who destroyed your homeland!"
Sailors spoke words of encouragement to the refugees.
But this did not sound encouraging at all to the refugees, so there was no reaction or response at all.
The captain was attracted by the idealistic sailors who came aboard for grand goals.
He stared at the sailors, seeming to recall something, and at the same time he did not forget to ladle broth for the next refugee.
“Let them clean up, guys.” The captain interrupted the sailors’ rhetoric, “What they need is rest, not calluses growing on their ears under your nagging.”
"But sir, they need these encouraging words." A middle-aged sailor said.
The captain looked at the guard standing beside him and handed out the horse spoon.
The guard reached out and took the horse spoon and continued to make soup.
The captain walked up to the middle-aged sailor, almost touching him.
The captain is very short, so he looks up at the strong middle-aged sailor in front of him, but he stands with his hands behind his back, showing great power.
"I had the same ambition and passion as you, so I came to this ship, instead of being a local emperor on the beautiful planet of my hometown."
"I am on the lower deck like you. I tightened the screws while shouting for the empire and my fellow human beings, and then slowly I was promoted to the crew leader, to the lower deck maintenance officer, to the artillery deck gun crew leader, until finally, I became the leader of this ship The captain.”
The captain still looked up at the sailor in front of him.
“But to say how powerful and capable I am, I don’t think so. There are many, many people who entered the ship service with me and were sent off by my compatriots on my home planet to serve on the ship, but they are all stronger than me. It’s my turn to be captain when I die.”
“Maybe you’re passionate, man, and maybe you’re a better leader than any of the current officers on this ship, but you just can’t get enough of it. I haven’t experienced war, I haven’t dealt with anything, and when I say these refugees don’t need your encouragement, they don’t.”
Finally, the captain slowly closed his lips, turned his body with his hands behind his back, and scanned all the sailors present.
Obviously, he was not trying to educate a sailor, but to educate everyone present.
The captain returned to the cauldron, took the horse spoon from the guard officer, and while ladling the soup, he said: "One thing, not two, this is my management style. I think this is the first time you have disobeyed me. I will not punish you, but not again. The Primarch is your leader when he is on this ship, and I am your leader when he is not."
The passionate sailors stopped saying anything to the refugees and gathered to prepare to line up to leave.
"Go and ask the canteen to make more food." The captain ordered without raising his head. "The Lord of the White Knights hasn't come back yet. When he comes back, he will definitely bring more refugees."
"Yes, Captain." The sailors saluted and turned to leave.
The captain continued to serve soup.
After a while, Qin Xia, the refugees and the space warriors trudged out of the snow.
Oulina and Ouliya had just finished handling their own affairs and entered the refugee resettlement office. They walked over immediately after seeing Qin Xia.
Qin Xia signaled to the two sisters that she was fine, and then looked at the captain.
The snow on the ground and the drifting flakes gradually disappeared.
There are fewer refugees than Osiris protects, and there are ten times fewer Space Marines than Osiris and the others...
No one enters the resettlement site anymore.
"Sir..." The captain put down his horse spoon and quickly turned his eyes to scan everyone, "They...are these people?"
"These are the people." Qin Xia nodded helplessly and looked. glanced at Osiris.
Osiris's facial features were all wrinkled together, and he knelt down in pain: "Lord of the Fire Dragon..."
There were some sobs among the refugees.
The couple clings to each other.
Mother hugs her child tightly.
Everyone among the refugees seemed depressed.
A world that has just been snatched back from alien slavery by the empire and given a number, without even having time to name it...
The eight billion people in the world...
What is left now They were all on board the White Knight, so few that a Space Marine could count them at a glance. "Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the people died." Ouliya looked at her sister, then at Qin Xia, and couldn't believe she had come to such a conclusion.
But it is indeed true.
The Space Marines of the Eighteenth Legion looked miserable.
Like the benevolent Primarch Vulkan, Lord of the Dragons, the Eighteenth Legion inherited the benevolence of their Primarch.
Before Vulkan returned to the Legion, the Eighteenth Legion had defended the lives of mortals in battles with the greenskins, and paid the price for it until Vulkan led his army to rescue the siege.
Vulkan knelt in honor of his descendants' noble act of saving mortals.
Today, only less than 2,000 of the 8 billion people in the world below the White Knight have survived. This is undoubtedly a shame for the people of the 18th Legion, just like the 12th Legion in the assault battle. A disgrace like a broken sword.
"Don't be depressed, sons of the fire dragon."
The surviving seventh company commander walked among the battle brothers, took off his helmet, revealing his dark face.
"Our failure here is a foregone conclusion. We have failed and brought shame to the Primarch, who has failed to entrust us with the great responsibility."
"There is no time to be depressed, we should continue to fight and Wash away the shame we have brought to the original body!”
Hearing the words of the company commander, Osiris raised his head and slowly stood up from the ground.
But still lowered his head.
Qin Xia looked at the captain of the White Knight and threw a fang of the green-skinned boss to this curious capable man.
The captain caught the fang and silently picked it up, but he was not as happy as he imagined.
He watched Qin Xia shift his gaze to the Sons of the Fire Dragon.
"Company Commander, what happened to this world?" Qin Xia stepped forward and asked.
The company commander looked at Qin Xia, saluted and then replied: "The humans here were once enslaved by aliens. We followed the Fire Dragon Lord to rescue the humans here from alien enslavement, and then we learned about the greenskin invasion."
< br>"The Eighteenth Legion was immediately dispersed for defense. The orders given to us by the Primarch were to ensure as much as possible that the people survived until reinforcements arrived."
"When I arrived here with half of the company After the world, a meteorite landed on the surface of the planet, followed by a disaster-like invasion."
The company commander recalled what happened a month ago.
When the meteorite landed on the surface, the countdown to the destruction of the world had begun.
Needless to say, Qin Xia, the company commander, could guess what happened next.
It must be greenskins emerging from the meteorite.
But they must not have been as numerous as they are now at the beginning, but they reproduced later.
Greenskins are like plants. They will drop their spores wherever they go, and then a large group of greenskins will appear wherever they go.
Creatures that violate the rules of the real universe are not natural evolution, but a race of biological weapons created by the ancient saints.
Just like the biological weapons of the Eldar.
"After they are killed, they will scatter in the wind like plants, and then reproduce from the ground." The company commander told him the most incredible fact.
Hearing this, the captain who knew nothing about green skins immediately became alert, turned around and ordered to the guard officer: "Immediately seal every entrance and exit here, and investigate what happened to the sailors who left here before. Everyone who met on the road was blocked and sprayed with disinfectant... Let the disinfection team on the battleship get up and work!"
The guard saluted and picked up the communicator.
Qin Xia originally wanted to tell the captain that there was no need to be so fussy. She had already used psychic energy to disinfect everyone who entered the White Knight when they traveled through the ice and snow.
But as a captain, vigilance is a very necessary quality for him, so Qin Xia did not say any words to stop him.
"Where is the Fire Dragon Lord now?" Qin Xia asked the company commander without high hopes.
The company commander's answer was as expected: "We have lost contact with the Legion two months ago. The Sons of the Fire Dragon are probably like us, scattered in the sector. Our original body should be in Europe. Fight where the battle is fiercest in Nus."
"Where the battle is fiercest." Qin Xia nodded, "I guess so, but the problem is that we don't know where the battle is the fiercest in the Onus sector. Rest first. My ship and I arrived in this sector as a vanguard and will try our best to do what we can before the large fleet enters the Onus sector."
The company commander saluted.
During the conversation, the refugees had devoured the broth and were obviously not full.
But the broth was just to fill their stomachs, and more food would be prepared in the cafeteria at night.
The disinfection team on the White Knight walked into the resettlement area wearing chemical protective suits and carrying backpacks filled with disinfectant. They also took away the sailors who had left the resettlement area and those who had been in contact with the sailors. return.
These people are responsible for preventing and treating infectious diseases on battleships, and they are also full of professional experience.
Everyone was tested with professional equipment, sprayed with disinfectant, and the utensils used by people were burned with promethium flamethrowers.
These professionals have never faced green skins, and naturally do not know how to clean up green skin spores. They only use their previous experience in dealing with the virus weapons of the Ran Dan Empire during the Second Ran Dan War to deal with the possibility that people may bring green skin spores into the country. The situation on the ship.
But Qin Xia only needs them to take action, and that’s it.
The response plan can be studied slowly, but the important thing is vigilance.
I don’t know how long the next war with the greenskins will last or how far it will go.
“We don’t need to look for technological relics in Onus. You are specifically responsible for studying the information about green skins provided by others, and then seeing if we can develop more targeted creations to deal with the problem of green skin reproduction. ”
Qin Xia said to sisters Olina.
The two sisters thought for a moment and nodded silently.
Originally, one of their functions is to allow civilians to respond quickly and evacuate in the shortest possible time.
But when there are few people, they do not need to use their abilities.
As you can imagine.
In the fringe worlds in the Onus sector that were invaded by green skins, there must be not many civilians who can survive until now...
(End of this chapter)