Chapter 192 Start

"We have to find a way to get there! Only when we get there can we participate in the war process and truly change the fate here!"

At the edge of the distant Lyak star zone, Calvin, who was still squatting on the satellite looking at the moon, said to the people around him.

The three Astartes looked at the direction of this adult with full trust and longing, and had never thought about how to implement his plan.

Not far away, Claudia was crossing her arms and rolling her eyes secretly. She looked like "I've seen a lot of bragging, you are not the most beautiful one."

After the passion, Calvin obviously realized this problem.

He was a little embarrassed that he had only thought about rewriting the situation here strategically before. And he didn't notice that he now had only such an embarrassing situation of "three melons and one jujube" in his hands.

Especially among these four people, there is also a senior patient suffering from "anti-authority PTSD"...

"Okay." Calvin said to the four remaining high-level professional soldiers.

"In the current situation, we should not confront the enemy head-on. We can only wait for the enemy's ships to come again, and then we will have a chance to go to the surface of the planet."

"Arnold! How much ammunition is left? What about food? How long will it last?" Calvin looked at the dead soul angel and asked.

As the descendants of Guilliman, their innate preference for governance will make them prefer to accept similar work at any time.

And their management under limited conditions has never disappointed people.

Arnold naturally did not disappoint Calvin. After a little thought, he answered Calvin in Taros's surprised eyes:

"600 rounds of standard model of violent arrow shells, 110 rounds of Siren armor-piercing shells. Standard Astartes rations are 100 yuan for the third edition, 30 yuan for the fifth edition, and 115 yuan for the seventh edition, which is enough for our two months of all-weather combat needs. Mortals have more things, and they don't have food and clothing problems for the time being..."

Such a rich combat material not only surprised Calvin, but also almost broke the defense of the two Astartes.

Even the battle sisters who were watching the show on the side widened their eyes in surprise at this time.

You know, because of the problem of ammunition for the bolter in her hand, the nun has looked for this usually silent dead soul angel more than once.

But the other party's answer is always the same gentle but full of rejection:

"The battle situation is critical, our ammunition is limited, please bear with it, lady..."

"Then you let me go out to collect food!!!"

Talos's nose was crooked with anger, this was different from what he knew.

He clearly remembered how the temporary manager of the shelter came to him with a heavy face, saying that if they didn't make any more money, they would have to go hungry...

If he had known that the supplies here were so abundant, why would he risk being surrounded and go out of the enemy-occupied area for dozens of kilometers to look for food in the ruins?

"You are cheating!" Talos accused Arnold righteously and bitterly.

Valk on the side did not speak, but from his body language, it can be seen that this inarticulate "abuser" is obviously one of the victims of Arnold's "white lie".

"The three of us eat too much. The trace elements in these combat rations are too important for the hormone balance in our bodies, and there is no substitute at all. I must be thrifty."

Arnold said his reasons without changing his expression. From his still calm tone, Calvin knew that he had long been aware of being exposed.

Well, it is his shortcoming that he has no strategic vision and is not suitable to be a commander;

But in such a small mortal outpost, he can still move around and save such precious emergency supplies. He is definitely a reliable assistant suitable for logistics support.

Calvin re-evaluated Arnold in his heart and decided to entrust similar work to him in the subsequent wars.

"Stop! Stop!"

Calvin looked at the sky that was getting dark again and knew that time was limited. So he took action to stop this half-true and half-false criticism meeting.

Since he and Taros returned to the outpost, it has been 12 days and nights.

And this cycle of time is exactly the same as one day and night of the planet itself.

It has been more than 11 hours since those sons of the Emperor and the Great Daemon Adranor of Khorne died in his hands. Even if they are slow, the warbands stationed on the orbital battleships should have reacted.

"Arrange your weapons and prepare for battle!" Calvin ordered.

"The Emperor (God) bless you!" The four people, including the battle sister, responded immediately.

"Operation target, the follow-up exploration force of the Chaos Space Marines!

Mission target, at least seize an interstellar transportation vehicle!

The follow-up plan is to immediately go to the asteroid belt behind the satellite after seizing the ship and wait for an opportunity to enter the planet's atmosphere and land. Is there any problem?"

"No!" The four people answered clearly, especially Claudia's voice was the loudest.

As one of the earliest combat formations to arrive here, she has been waiting for this counterattack for too long.

Every night when she prayed to the Emperor, she could still see the sisters who died in battle waving to her.

The reconciliation with Calvin before was not because she was afraid.

On the contrary, it was because she wanted to have a hearty revenge battle, and it would be best to use the blood of the enemy and herself to commemorate her sisters who died in the battle!

Revenge on those servants of Chaos!

Bring the Emperor's wrath to them!

Only these filthy blood can calm her inner anger!

The four of them said nothing and turned back to the underground under Calvin's gaze.

The mortals passing by also understood from their expressions that the battle for these Emperor's angels was about to come.

They reached a tacit understanding in silence, and the crowd parted in front of the four of them like a tide.

The male survivors of the outpost garrison turned and walked towards the warehouse, ready to take out the weapons that had been maintained there and deliver them.

The woman knelt on one knee on the spot and prayed to the Emperor in the distance for His blessing on these angels.

The four of them took out the spare parts of the armor in stock and replaced them.

The weapons were also maintained and fumigated for the last time.

Under their personal supervision, the ammunition was wiped one by one with the help of those mortals, and they were blessed.

The sacred marks were also branded on the power armor one by one with the help of the only mechanical priest...

Fifteen minutes later, three fully prepared Astartes and a battle sister appeared in front of Calvin.

Looking at their eyes that had reached the peak of morale without mobilization, Calvin didn't waste words.

Calvin took the broadsword that had killed the great demon from Talos with one hand, and then rejected the gun in his other hand with his eyes.

"Let's go, don't keep our enemies waiting. Any delay in killing these traitors is a manifestation of our disloyalty!"

The night continued, but the light of the stars was faintly visible.

The five people quickly disappeared from the sight of the outpost in the stealth march mode.

According to Calvin's estimation, when they arrived at the previous battlefield, it was just when the night fell again.

Second update, just finished writing, no time to proofread, the coding software rebelled, and the whole chapter was lost. Fortunately, there is cloud storage, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous...

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