Chapter 813 Scarlet Devil's Horn

"Very good, adjutant." Tawens raised his hands and Adjutant Talina put his coat back on him. Before leaving, Tawens quickly scratched Talina's nose with his fingers.

This was a very dangerous move. The last time Tawens did this, Talina subconsciously counterattacked and kicked him several meters away.

Tawens could only enter this huge vehicle by stepping on the pedal under the explosion-proof door of the vehicle body. Because the twin Gatling guns and ammunition supply device of the turret were removed, the interior of the vehicle body was very spacious.

The timing was just right. As soon as Tawens's welcoming convoy arrived at the landing area, he saw a transport plane with a white number 8 painted on its side slowly landing.

Tawens got off the car and held his military cap with his hands to prevent the military cap from being blown away by the airflow generated by the landing of the transport plane.

The 8th Regiment of Cadia, the number of this regiment is almost as old as the world of Cadia Fortress. This unit has stood on the front line of resisting the enemies of mankind countless times. Even if it suffers heavy losses and its organization is broken up, the Cadians will use the power of the world to rebuild the 8th Regiment.

Although the Cadian 8th Regiment only has 24 companies with 8,000 people, Tovens will not underestimate the combat effectiveness of the 8th Regiment just because they are small in number.

The Cadians who can join the 8th Regiment are all veterans among veterans. They are rarely deployed as a whole on the battlefield. In most cases, the enemy can only see the companies of the Cadian 8th Regiment scattered throughout the battlefield.

There are not many people getting off the transport plane, only Creed, Adjutant Kyle, and 11 Kashejin soldiers led by Sergeant Aurora.

Creed took a fancy to Sergeant Aurora's outstanding close combat assault ability, and even Adjutant Kyle could not subdue Sergeant Aurora in a short time.

Adjutant Kyle's evaluation of this is: This girl's meal is really not in vain, she has grown where she should grow.

"Loyalty and honor, Captain Creed." Tovens greeted him and observed Creed's appearance while shaking hands.

Creed is a little shorter than Tovens, with broad shoulders and his short flat hair, the whole person is as thick as a low wall.

"Hello, Commander Tovens." Creed also held Tovens' hand tightly. When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face pressed his eyes into a slit. He took this opportunity to observe Tovens and look for evidence of his betrayal.

The two got into the car with their own thoughts.

"This is really a good vehicle." Creed patted the cushion where he sat. In his impression, the Taurus armored vehicle has never been associated with the word comfortable. If the Volskani can serve this vehicle known for its roughness so well, then the quality of their armor is definitely a level higher than most armored regiments in Cadia.

Tovens waved his hand modestly, "No, no, the Volskani are very stupid. To achieve today's results, our legion's engineers have put in a lot of effort. Some of the companies composed of lower-class families in the hive are simply unsightly. Even the Cadia White Shield recruits are better than them."

"Commander Tovens is really modest." Creed responded, and he cast his eyes out of the observation port of the Taurus armored vehicle.

It was not an easy job to transport millions of people in an orderly manner and arrange their work. Just by witnessing the construction of trenches from afar, he could roughly guess the power that the Volskani people could burst out in battle.

It was really terrible. If the Volskani Iron Cavalry Regiment was placed in the parade ground of Cadia, their rebellion would create a big gap in Cadia's defense line.

Creed felt a headache when he thought of their Leviathan mobile fortress and super-heavy tank group. In addition to taking out an armored regiment equal to the Volskani Iron Cavalry Regiment for a head-on confrontation, he could only ask the Titan Legion to provide fire cover for the Cadia defenders.

While thinking, Creed's eyes became more and more solemn.

"What's wrong? Captain Creed? Are there still some problems with the fortifications built by the Volskani Cavalry for the Cadians?"

"No, the fortifications you built are quite complete and solid. Without heavy firepower cover, I have no idea how to reduce casualties and break through your defense line."

"Oh?" Tovens raised his eyebrows and looked at Creed in surprise.

Break through our defense line?

Creed, Creed, aren't you a little too self-righteous?

No one has been able to break the position held by the Volskani Cavalry. Although you enjoy the title of military god among the Cadian soldiers, why do you have the problem of bragging?

Tovens looked at Creed's face seriously, hoping to see a hint of joking from his face.

Creed was serious and earnest, and his eyes revealed a sharp and strong fighting spirit. Tovens could even see Creed's faint murderous intention towards him from the depths of his purple eyes.

Heh. This person is really interesting. When there is a chance, I will definitely organize a confrontation exercise with the Eighth Regiment.

The vehicle stopped and the two got off at the entrance of Command Post No. 1. The Corps' kitchen had already prepared a meal for Creed.

If Creed didn't know about the prophecy of the Volskani rebellion, he wouldn't be disgusted by the welcoming banquet prepared for him by the Volskani, but now he was filled with disgust. He couldn't show his emotions because of the heavy responsibility he had. He could only pretend to be cheerful and talk to the officers of all levels of the Volskani. His short and thick neck hidden under his coat was stiff and red.

The bright red everywhere reminded Creed of various blood cults.

The red cushioned armchairs, red velvet carpets, and mahogany tables formed a striking picture. For a moment, Creed felt that he was surrounded by an endless sea of ​​blood.

The officer of Voskani was wearing a red ceremonial uniform, and he looked as ferocious as a fanatic who had just been baptized in blood.

A brass pot was placed in front of Creed, and the scarlet soup was steaming and bursting with bubbles, just like a dying person breathing in the air in his last moments, and then his mouth was filled with blood foam spurting out from his body.

Creed leaned over slightly and fanned the steam on the copper pot with his hand. He could feel that his loyal and pure body felt instinctively uncomfortable for these blasphemous meals.

Merciful and great emperor. Please forgive me for mixing with heretics at this time.

Creed prayed silently, and then he saw Tovens staring at him with his peripheral vision.

Is he looking at me. Or is he looking at the pot in front of me?

He turned his head. What is he talking to his adjutant?

Creed was guessing the deeper meaning of Tovens's behavior, and then he saw Tovens pointing with his big hand, and a Voskani logistics officer poured a plate of something that looked like a shriveled devil's horn into the pot in front of Creed.