Chapter 171 Reunion with the Adjutant's Legacy
Alan Bayer didn't expect that his badge could be used. Maybe it was because the core of it also had the ability to counter-spirit, and the special genes of the untouchables were programmed into it. Those things were like a dark black hole that absorbed the spirit. in.
In narrow tunnels, the effect becomes even more powerful. In the words of soldiers, the body odor cannot escape, as if it is constantly hitting between metals, attacking their nasal cavities and nerves.
But that event brought about the most coveted victory. After the servitors were quickly cleared, the entire tower was suppressed by horses, and those bastards who rudely attacked the Imperial Guard and the mechanical heretics who took away the life force of the loyal were exterminated. It was settled quickly, and in just a few hours, the most hidden and core areas were discovered by the Imperial Guard.
In front of the dark area, the outermost area of the hidden tower, the thick adamantine door and walls are almost indestructible. The defense of that room is comparable to the armor of the Imperial Baneblade, but the Imperial Guard is already surrounding it at this moment, and they are crawling on the ground. This place was like a poisonous snake that was always thirsty for blood. Their leader looked at the door painted with bones and gears.
"The heretic's first stronghold there..." He wasn't quite sure, and he wasn't sure what was behind. The wall was too thick, and even if his anti-spiritual cocoa force allowed the auspicious device to operate normally, he couldn't see clearly what was behind.
When they tore open the inside, they saw whether they were enemies or something else, which made people a little uneasy.
After all, if they meet the Oil Guys on the wrong side, God knows what those lunatics will do. Even ordinary people will go crazy in desperate moments, and high-end scientific researchers like the Oil Guys will die together with the Imperial Guard. It is just a matter of normal operation. After all, the Imperial people We all know what will happen to traitors.
When the Imperial Guard showed up and tried to kill him, the Adeptus Mechanicus probably knew his end.
Because the oil man has the common knowledge of a poor man, his desire for life is much stronger than ordinary citizens of the empire. Alan Bayer didn't know what to do with the oil man for a moment.
Then he decided to support him. "The engineering troops welded the door shut with welding guns, and then they retreated."
A few guys from the engineering team have unknowingly become comfortable with all kinds of civil engineering groceries. After all, they are the only engineers with professional backgrounds in Skadi, and everyone else is welding their own wires in the nest city. level.
Skadi's biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't have a lot of talent. Is that talent worthy of those hive guys who are full of martial virtues but have holes in their brains, or civilian men who have nothing but their brains? An elite Imperial Guard officer on the table.
Although the quality of the individual soldiers is extremely high, some of the staff members have formal backgrounds. The most other academic qualifications are at the level of a pdf training camp. But if Minskadi has been destroyed, the only regiment of Skadi cannot find educated nobles. The officer replenishes the human legs.
Forget it, the combat field is not bad at all. Generally speaking, after the blue sparks flickered in the darkness and the sizzling sound, Alan Bayer felt very uneasy, and asked a few people to move the one next to him. A large pile of instruments was pushed in front of the door and tied together with the oversized black pipes that could be seen everywhere with Imperial equipment, making them into one piece.
Alan Bair kicked something in front of him and did not move at all. I wonder if his current strength is almost the same as that of a green-skinned boss. "Well, even if there were a company of Ogryns inside, they probably wouldn't be able to get out."
He patted his leg. "Take out civilian relief supplies and they go to the east to help civilians."
"Move, move, make sure the area is clear." He picked up his weapon, found the line interface at that place, and cut off the power there with a blast of heat. The loss was actually not big. The equipment inside was normal, but Otherwise, it will be paralyzed for a short period of time without a command system, and there will be no possibility for the sage to regain his strength.
It can't be considered a complete victory. After the governor activated the power of the demonic machine, the strategic value of that place was no longer enough for the Imperial Guard to take risks. After all, there wouldn't be multiple command points in Nadong.
As for the oil guy, he won't starve to death easily or lack oxygen. He can probably live there for a while, and he won't have any excrement. If he doesn't destroy the building of the command room because of mental problems, then It should be pretty clean by the time the Imperial Guard recovers it.
They are not demons either. As long as their profits are sufficient, efficiency comes first. They clean up the area to ensure the safety of citizens. The rebels can let things continue if they have enough energy. In the dark end of the forty millennium, human civilization has no so-called There is no room for preferential treatment of the enemy. Killing them would not be the greatest mercy.
Because they wrongly caused greater losses to the citizens of the empire, howlings were everywhere, corpses and death filled the east of the dark tower, the hill of corpses was mixed with the organizations of the Mechanicus servitors, I couldn't distinguish between those things How many legs and arms are there? After all, those who were shot by the large-mouthed automatic shell ejector (a common name for automatic firearms) were almost torn apart.
Because the outer zenith of the hive city hinders the hot climate of that world, the dryness is also moistened by blood and steam, raindrops and wars. Those flesh and blood give off a slightly rotten smell, red, red, if not for the clothes where those things are , it feels like a slaughterhouse.
Humans are no longer human, they have no dignity, and there is no room for respect for life. In other words, the battlefield is a slaughterhouse, and the Skadi people are very alive in the entire universe. The few Skadi people are butchers. .
If there really is such a thing as heaven, Alanbair knew that if he didn't go there, he would not be able to guarantee that his body would not rot and bring disease. He looked at the cleaners in the army, usually the 9th company of Skadi, sorting out weapons, spoils, and cleaning up corpses...
It was not the first time that the promethium flame burned the body. Usually, there were more aliens and heretics. At this moment, the body of the loyalist was still burning like that. There was a crackling sound and the smell of carbonization. Raindrops hit the corpse. The flames and fat, blood and flesh fibers, etc. made a suffocating feeling. The black smoke slowly went out.
Alanbair walked like a monarch. The black tower became his castle. He was like a king from the feudal world. His temperament and his gorgeous military uniform could appease the emotions of the citizens of the empire. He even replaced the green helmet that had not been changed for a hundred years with the orthodox war lord cap of the empire. It was gorgeous and inlaid with skulls and eagle emblems, holy and powerful.
He is the Emperor's saint, and the angel who decides life and death. If he falls to the mortal world, the land he steps on is the chaos of war. For mortals, the Imperial Guard is the strongest fighting force they can expect, while others, such as Astartes, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion, etc., are just legends.
They kneel on one knee, even if they are ragged, even if they are injured, even if they have just fought with heretics, for them, the Imperial Guard is surrounded by the Emperor, and this will not change until they die, until they are exhausted.
Alan Baier took his hat and bowed to the corpses, because their efforts made the war so smooth. Although they are now smoke and floating in the sky, their efforts and blood are admirable.
If there is light in that dark galaxy, then the only two light sources are the Emperor and sacrifice. They deserve the Imperial Guard to pay tribute to them, and the sacrifice is worth it.
As if victory had arrived, the Emperor's light was once again sprinkled on the ground, but those people could no longer see it. When the Skadi people took the "Emperor Brick" and the cowhide prayer and walked to the kneeling warriors, handing out the refugee supplies, the kneeling citizens realized that they were not warriors, and the group in front of them were real warriors.
"Emperor..." A "former soldier" lowered his head and stuffed the food into his mouth. The thing was not delicious, but accepting it meant that they were no longer warriors. They put aside their responsibilities and became citizens again. Next, they needed to think about how to redeem themselves.
Some people recited prayers, some swallowed food, and most of the veterans who had served were dead. They obviously could not survive those who came back, but those people would not be afraid of heresy. It was not certain whether war was their destined destination.
Death is not terrible, but sometimes it is cruel to die in the wrong place. In that dark void, dying on the battlefield is something that is desirable. If they fall into the hands of heretics, if they are controlled by aliens, what kind of pain will they experience...
It is not easy for them to survive, but Alan Baier saw that some people did not eat food and did not sing the dossier. There were only two people in the second row of tens of thousands of refugees. Alan Baier saw them slowly in the crowd like a mascot patrol.
The girl, underage, was dressed in gorgeous and beautiful clothes, with a clean and energetic face. If she was at most a junior high school age in her previous life, the other person was wearing dusty clothes, the clothes of the rebels, a young man, at most less than 30 years old.
"Why not eat?" Alan Baier asked with interest.
The girl answered. "He wants to find his father."
The soldier answered. "He has unsettled business with the heretics."
Alan Baier thought about it. "Then do we all have our own responsibilities? So, how much intelligence do we know and how much value does it have to him?"
The young man answered. "He knows the situation of the war. He knows all the battles there and has experienced them. He will never let you down, respected Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel."
Alanbair asked. "Do you know military ranks well?"
One of the young men said. "His father is a priest, but he didn't want him to be a gear boy, so he had him undergo two years of military training with the Imperial Guard on the satellite of that world, hoping that he could join the Crusaders."
"He can also recognize those respectful symbols."
Alanbair suddenly shouted. "If there is a team of heretics in front of me, the enemy is larger than me, the terrain is plain, and my troops have infantry, what should I do?"
The man answered. "Scattered line, keep a certain distance, one company in a group, ask the company chief of staff to enter Chimera for command and encouragement, if the radio is smooth, the interval can be expanded, if not, keep one hundred meters in a team, if there is a chance to dig trenches, dig defense equipment in advance, judge whether there is backup according to the situation, hold the position, and adapt to the situation."
Alanbair asked again. "What should I do if the enemy is bombarding?"
He answered immediately. "Judge the enemy based on the scale of the bombing and the exploding projectiles. If the power is small, you can hide under the Chimera armored vehicle. If the power is large, let the soldiers hide outside the bomb crater and gather the troops at a distance so that they will not desert due to morale collapse."
"If there is no support from the alliance, you can try to practice tactical misleading of troops in the marginal areas and pour firepower to make the enemy misjudge the range."
Alan Bayer said. "Am I putting my soldiers at risk? I want to use those brothers from the fringe troops to gain victory?!" He looked at the young man, who was obviously timid.
"He..." He swallowed, his eyes wandering, but he suddenly took a deep breath and stood up again. "Yes, he was taught this way, he doesn't know what is wrong, but if he is really on the battlefield, he will abandon them if he won't win!"
Alan Bayer nodded, the previous questions didn't matter, it was just the initial little test. If Dong couldn't make up his mind, he would get nothing.
"Join the regiment, new soldier, my military rank is not private, please ask the chief of staff for my rank!"
The young man nodded, stood at attention, performed the Sky Eagle Salute, and then walked out of his new home without hesitation, because his father had died in the chaos, because his home had nothing left, because a veteran of the Imperial Guard risked his life to save him, because he He lives with or without war, because his fate is already entangled in the thread of gunpowder smoke.
And when Alan Beyer looked at the little girl, the little girl took a step forward. "His name is Arya, Mr. Officer. His father is a mechanical sage. He adopted him on the battlefield..." Her eyes were filled with tears and her words were choked, but she spoke clearly, and her beautiful Gothic dress was full of tears. There were so many messy things, even blood, that it was hard to imagine how she survived.
At this moment, Alan Baier wanted to calm down the guy in Yidong, but the second lieutenant suddenly squeezed away his commander. Alan Baier originally wanted to use his strength to make the guy with no eyesight eat shit. After all, his physical strength was comparable to that of a monster. , but the second lieutenant said. "Arya?!"
The girl also spoke. "No, Uncle Sentinel!"
The lieutenant's face hardened. "He's only 23..."
Arya said strangely. "He thinks the Lieutenant Colonel is much younger than me."
Alan Bayer discovered that the child had not only been listening to the conversation between him and the soldier just now, but her tears had also dissipated completely. Was that guy pretending to be pitiful before?
interesting…
"What information do I have?" he asked.
The little girl patted her skirt. "He and his father have visited many places before. He knows that the heavy firepower in that area is stored there. He remembers that it is called the earth-shaking cannon. If the lieutenant colonel can get it, it can kill many heretics!" Her eyes were a little scary, Anyway, it doesn’t look like what a child should do.
Alan Bayer sighed again, maybe the humans in that world were crazy. "Okay, take him to find it, he asked me to see how many heretics they can kill!"
He also showed a "kind" smile, and looked as if he wanted to eat the traitors alive. In that dark universe, there seemed to be no one whose "painting style" could not be compared to a "villain".