Chapter 529 The Lion King Rises: Loyal Title (Confirmed)

There are many airports on Terra, both civilian and military. They are places where transport ships or transport aircraft in the atmosphere can set sail or land. Considering the population on Terra and the current state of nature, almost all daily necessities , even water and food need to be provided by other planets.

This makes Terra like an old man, relying on the support of its millions of children, and the airport on the ground is an important input point for these supports. From here, you can take trains or transport fleets to those who need them. place.

Considering Terra's current population density and the corresponding serious shortage of land supply, not to mention the airport, even housing there has become a problem. Terra's housing prices are simply shockingly high. The richest businessmen on other planets, Maybe here, we can’t even afford a toilet.

Therefore, most airports are outside the city, located on the barren land between the hive cities. There are few people here, and you can't even see ghosts. Therefore, the more land no one wants, the more suitable it is for construction. Airport.

Some of them are quite important, but others, damn it, even the Chaos Gods might not notice these inconspicuous places.

This airport is one of them. It is a military airport. Military transport aircraft usually take off and land on weekdays. However, Terra has not encountered a war in the past thousands of years. Even if a war occurs, such as the previous defense of Terra, Most enemies will not notice these inconspicuous airports in the wilderness.

Therefore, this airport is usually quite lax. There are no towers, no walls, and no vigilant guards. There are only a group of unlucky guys who can't get along in the hive and are not popular, so they are sent here.

The guard sitting in the guard room leaned back on the chair, raised his feet, folded them on the table and looked at the holographic TV in front of him, which was playing a promotional video for the Ministry of Military Affairs that looked like a comedy.

"The laser gun in your hand is the most powerful weapon in the galaxy. It only takes one shot to penetrate a stupid greenskin!"

The guard chuckled, grabbed the beans that had been knocked into the bowl on the table and took a bite. The thing was made by a synthetic factory and tasted like plastic, but considering his position and identity, it was nothing. Nothing to complain about.

"Yes, it's just this crappy gun. It takes two shots to kill a mouse. It's really the best weapon." He mocked and grabbed the laser gun on the side, waved it in his hand, and watched the TV program while eating beans and laughing jokingly.

But soon, he saw a light in the wilderness with his peripheral vision. The light appeared from a distance and flashed towards him. The guard frowned and sat up and looked at the light, "Who would come here?" Where? Buck, someone is coming."

As he spoke, he took off his helmet from the shelf, put it on after a long time, and walked out of the guard room with his gun on his back. He stood outside the door of the sentry station in the cold night, looking at the approaching car lights with his gun on his back. Another of his companions on duty also ran out yawning, looking like he had just dozed off.

But they didn't feel nervous. To be nervous, there had to be something worth being nervous about. Even in this damn place, they hadn't been there when Chaos invaded Terra. What else could be dangerous now?

So when the car and several transport trucks stopped at the door, the guard didn't feel nervous at all. He walked up with a gun on his back, came to the car window and glanced at the people inside. He first saw the driver, and then looked towards Killed the person in the passenger seat.

"Who are you?" the guard asked, adjusting his gun belt, and deliberately pulled it loudly so that the people inside could hear it, but the latter did not react nervously. He lowered the window and leaned towards the guard.

"We're looking for Colonel Tarkin." "Colonel Tarkin? Why are you looking for that bad-tempered old antique? Are you from the Ministry of War?" "No, no, but we have to go in. Can you help inform Colonel Tarkin? ?”

The guard looked at him suspiciously, then stretched out his head to look at the two people in the back seat. One of them was sitting on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, half of his face hidden in the darkness. The guard looked at him suspiciously, " You don’t look like serious people.”

"Who's a decent person these days? A robe-wearing Idiot? Well, go tell Colonel Tarkin. He'll be very unhappy if he finds out you sent us away, and you know he won't. What do you do when you’re happy?”

"Hey, damn it." The guard said, trembling all over, then stood up and glanced at the transport truck behind him, "Okay, you go in, I don't want that bad-tempered guy to cause trouble for me. I will retire in half a month.”

The guard patted the roof of the car, waved to the driver, then returned to the guard room and pressed the button to open the mast. The car immediately drove in, followed by the transport truck behind him. The guard glanced at them, and then Picking up the phone at the terminal on the table, "Tell the colonel that someone is looking for him, who? Damn it, how did I know."

Vito sat in the back seat and looked at the surrounding walls through the car window. Most of them looked very old. The numbers on the walls were blurred. Years of wind and sand corrosion had damaged some of the steel bars on the surface. All exposed.

Under the wall, there were many transport planes parked on the runway around the airport. Most of them were as old as the airport. It seemed that this forgotten corner had indeed not received attention for many years.

The convoy drove onto the main runway of the airport and soon came to the only main building here. It was a semi-concrete fortress hangar with a huge gate. It was now open. There were some yawning and chatting people leaning against the door. guard.

An officer came out from behind the door. He wore a military cap and kicked the yawning guard at the door. Then he looked at the car parked in front of the door. Vito looked at the officer and straightened his collar. , walked up with a pistol that was probably as old as his.

Daladin, who was in the front seat, opened the car door. He got out and looked at the officer, "Colonel Tarkin, long time no see. The last time we met was here."

"Stop pretending to care about me, Daladin, you guys from the Ministry of Government, when have you ever cared about us people in the desert? What are you doing here? Who are these guys?"

"People from the transportation contractor of the Ministry of Government, I brought them here to recover some goods and redistribute them." "Come on, don't expect to lie to me. I know these guys are cultists, the unlucky ones left behind by Chaos. Poor bastards left on this broken planet by their master."

"We are the messengers left by the gods! We are here to preach their will and wait for them to return and become God's chosen people." The Chaos Father in gray robes protested loudly. He came over, raised his hands and shouted He shouted, and the medal necklace around his neck shook.

"Shut your mouth, you idiot. This is the Empire's airport after all. I should kill you directly." Tarkin said, his hand touching the pistol on his waist. The chattering Chaos Father immediately shut up. He sighed and stopped at the rear of the car.

Vitor glanced at him, then glanced at Tarkin, but he did not pull out the gun, but grunted and let go, "But I'm too lazy to kill you, I don't care about the Emperor or Chaos. Yes, I don't care about those who have nothing. Tell me, Dalatin, why are you bringing these poor people here? Don't lie to me with your plans, otherwise, I will really give him a shot."

"Okay." Daladin thought for a while and replied, "We are here for some goods. I want to borrow some armaments from you, a regiment of guns, and an ion torpedo."

"Huo, you have a big appetite. To whom? To these cultists?" "I thought you didn't care." "I really don't care. I don't care what he believes, let alone what you are thinking, but don't try to cause trouble for me. , Do you know how much trouble it will cause me to lose one regiment of armaments?" "Come on, Tarkin, you have six regiments of equipment waiting to be transported, and those idiots in the Ministry of Military Affairs probably gave it to you. I don’t remember much.”

After hearing this, Vito looked around. In addition to the things in the warehouse, there were also a lot of supplies piled on the runway here. Most of them were packed in boxes and stacked randomly. Armored vehicles were covered with canvas, along with ammunition and ammunition. The oils were piled up randomly, as if they were not afraid of someone accidentally setting off the fire, igniting them, and then exploding. On Cole's ship, they would have been tied up and whipped.

But in addition to the serious security risks, there is indeed a lot of things here. This airport was unknown in the past, which can be seen from the walls, but now, in order to transport the huge military supplies needed for the expedition, it has also been mobilized for transportation. One of the places where there are estimated to be thousands of similar places on Terra.

With the brains of those idiots in the Ministry of Military Affairs, they have probably forgotten that there is such a place, and they have also given equipment to five regiments here, and even weapons of mass destruction. This is simply a paradise for second-rate traffickers. No wonder Terra The rebellion has not been resolved yet.

"Give me a regiment of equipment. Those guys from the Ministry of Military Affairs won't notice. I will give you money later, but now." "I don't care about your broken gold coins, Daladdin, what do you think I use for them?" What’s the use of money here besides looking at the sand?”

Tarkin said, crossing his arms, while Daladdin frowned, leaning against the car door and looking at him, "Then what do you want? What do I have to give in exchange for these armaments?"

"You want a lot of things, Daladdin, a regiment's equipment, and an ion torpedo. I can imagine what these cultist idiots will do with it, but I don't care, I only care about my business here."

Tarkin complained, folding his hands on his chest. He glanced at the Chaos Father, and then looked back at Daladin, "I know you are thinking about the coup. Don't be surprised. It has been spread for a long time. I just don't know. I know, you are just planning to take action. Since you are here today, or in person, I think your minister should take action, right? "

"So what if it is?" Daraddin asked, his expression still quite calm. Tarkin looked at him and shrugged, "That's easy. My condition is that I will give you what you want. If you want anything else, I will give it to you." Negotiable, however.”

He paused and said, pointing to the surrounding high walls, and then pointing in the direction of the brightly lit nest in the distance, "When you succeed and win, you have to transfer me and my brothers back to the nest from this damn place. Du, arrange for us to be stationed in the upper nest. Leave this damn place to other unlucky people."

Vito sat in the car and glanced at the soldiers around him outside the car window. They could all hear the conversation, but no one said anything, and no one reacted with disgust or the possibility of reporting to the Inquisition.

No, they won't do anything. They are waiting for an answer. In order to get out of this hellhole and return to the civilized world, they don't care what they have to do. Betray the Emperor? Oh, that's easier than drinking a glass of water.

But if they don't get the answer they want, then they and their colonels don't mind changing a way to convince their superiors, such as using a group of cultists and the confidants of the Minister of Political Affairs as military merits.

The soldiers around them all pulled the trigger silently, and the safety was quietly opened. Vito even heard the sound of the energy box charging. He frowned slightly and looked at Daladin who opened the car door.

He looked at Tarkin in silence for a moment, then patted the roof and nodded in response, "Very good, I agree, I will convince my minister to remember your contribution, and take you back after everything is over."

Tarkin smiled, he clapped his hands, and signaled everyone around him to put down their guns, "I knew we could reach a consensus, my friend, come on, bring your people to move things, especially the torpedo, it takes several people to move it."

Daldin nodded to the Chaos Priest, who nodded slightly in response, and then went to summon his people. Daladin looked at the cultists who jumped off the truck and saw the door of the back seat open at the same time.

"You'd better stay in the car, they are from the military system, and they know their marshal." Daladin shut up before he finished speaking. He saw the person coming out of the back seat, and he didn't recognize the person for a moment. He had a strange face, but he knew the jacket.

The stranger nodded at him, then stepped aside, and Omega behind him also came out, "Take him with you, unless you want to blow up the ion torpedo halfway, and I, I also want to go in, no room for bargaining."

Daladin looked at him in silence for a moment, then looked at Tarkin who was calling for help behind him, and the Chaos Priest finally nodded, "Okay, then remember everything around you, my lord."

"Including your face?" Vito asked with a playful smile, and somewhat unexpectedly, Daladin, who could be executed as a traitor by him or his men at any time, also smiled.

"Especially."