Chapter 592 Fleet Consolidation, Factional Struggle, and the Silenced Frigate

Gerhard Garrison, a special brother unit deployed in the Gothic Sector, but together with the Gothic Sector Navy, it is affiliated with the Hazy Sector Navy Fleet.

Theoretically, the Gothic Fleet is of the same level as it, and has the right to station its own troops there only when the fleet receives an order from the Sector Fleet Command to unseal those reserve warships.

But the actual situation is another matter, that is, when a warship of the local naval fleet is assessed to meet the standards and performs the decommissioning procedures, the Gothic Sector Fleet also has the opportunity to send its own troops to the garrison to carry out the warship handover procedures.

Under normal circumstances, there are strict rules and regulations for handing over a retired warship:

The Imperial Navy must first dismantle the weapons on the warship, count and evacuate the ammunition, extinguish the plasma reactor, and cut off the connection between the energy weapon and the reactor:

The entire warship must be completely disarmed and the Marines must be evacuated to ensure the separation of people and ships;

Only the heads of the functional departments of the warship (adjutants can also be retained) must take a shuttle alone to enter the garrison area and hand over data, permissions, keys and logbooks with the other party.

Finally, the warship that has lost its weapons and power will be towed into the port by a tugboat dedicated to the garrison area.

This is just the procedure of the Imperial Navy, and the sleeping ceremony of the Mechanicus is not included.

The whole process is safe and will not easily go wrong.

But the question now is, when the Imperial Navy is not trustworthy, then this warship that has theoretically removed its power source, weapons, and all Marines will really be as harmless as it appears on the surface?

It should be noted that the battleship’s complex structure and huge space have earned it the title of a space city in the old times. Even with the harsh discipline of the Imperial Navy, there is no guarantee that there are traces of criminals and heretics in those untouched secret interlayers;

So when such a huge battleship approaches the garrison area with clear malice, is it difficult for the enemies of the Empire to hide some rebels in the battleship?

Of course not!

Especially when the person in charge of its decommissioning procedures is a person who has inextricably linked interests with the parish!

Holmes knew Johnson’s background, otherwise this person would not have become his adjutant. Even some of Johnson’s connections with the Empire’s state church were originally with his tacit consent.

But he never thought that this Imperial Navy general would break through his own boundaries and conspire with those real traitors;

But whether he believes it or not, the current situation is a perfect system that was broken from the inside by Johnson, whom he regarded as an arm.

"What do you have to say!" Hobbes pulled out the pistol from his waist amid the vigilance and exclamations of the people around him.

And Johnson, who had the muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead, also went from being confused and frightened at first to looking ashen now.

The personal funding from the Venomin Cathedral, the blueprint promised to him by the bishop in his private conversation, the new warship purchased by the Imperial State Church from the forging world Mezoa through its own channels...

And the goal promoted and pointed by all these events - the old ship decommissioning permit that was delivered to him yesterday.

He thought this was the result of his diplomatic work, and even thought it was the beginning of his rise to fame. But now it seems that this is just a conspiracy carried out by the enemy through his hands.

"I can't explain myself..." Brigadier General Johnson raised his hands and held his head, squatting down in pain.

Ka!

The conjecture was finally proven, and Hobbes's rage in his heart also accumulated to the extreme. His adjutant had such a problem, and he had no reason to excuse himself.

Ka.

He pulled the trigger hard, but only got a crisp metallic collision sound.

An Inquisitor in a red dress came forward at some point, and the gun in Hobbs's hand was tightly held by his mechanical prosthesis.

"Take him away!" Calvin said softly.

Two members of the Storm Guard walked out from behind the Inquisitor, and under the gaze of everyone, they passed through the seats of the naval admirals, helped Johnson, who was limp on the ground, and dragged him away.

At the same time, the Inquisitor snatched the gun from Hobbs's hand, and then pulled his fingers out of the gap between the hammer and the firing pin.

"Please sit down." He bowed to Hobbs, then turned back to the wing of the Primarch.

Sit?

Hobbs had a bitter smile on his face, how could he have the face to sit down.

"Where is Gerhard..." He asked with difficulty, and then saw a positive expression on the Primarch's face.

"Huh..." Hobbs slumped heavily in the velvet-wrapped high-back chair, leaning his whole body back as much as possible.

What manners and decency, these were no longer his concerns at this moment. It was a blessing in disguise that he had not caused an irreversible disaster...

In the meeting room, after this internal comedy of the navy was staged, except for the breathing of the victim himself, it was extremely quiet for a while.

After a slight pause, Calvin finally spoke and announced his will to everyone present:

"In terms of the navy, I plan to establish a joint command headquarters between the Gothic Sector Fleet and Lucius."

"As for the selection of the chief of staff, how about Mr. Hobbes?"

Chief of staff? Ha...

Hobbes lowered his head and paused for a moment because of the words of the Primarch;

The merger of foreign fleets and local fleets has always been based on the larger local fleet, but after the "accident" just now, Hobbes and the Gothic sector fleet behind him have completely lost this Dominance of sub-confluence.

Chief of Staff...who is the Fleet Commander?

He raised his head and looked across the seat at Vasilev, who was also an admiral. Under the same silver-white bun, his sharp eyes like a falcon were staring at him, as if he was looking at the dead meat on the chopping board. It is declaring one's victory.

Behind Vasilev was Lucius's naval admiral, who had been suppressed by the Goths he led in the Obscure Star Territory.

Hobbes could almost imagine how the naval generals of the Lucius family would clean up the Gothic generals in the Great Expedition after these people took control of this battle and even the subsequent expedition. .

And in the Gothic sector, the war heritage accumulated by several forging worlds over thousands of years was how they were snatched away from the Gothic soldiers one by one with these cold orders.

They will respond to what he has done to them over the years, and these are the rules of the game in the upper echelons of the empire. The winner takes everything, and the loser is kicked out.

Oh...and Brigadier General Cobb, that kid from the George Gil family.

Although this young man's fighting style has always been despised by Hobbes, in the current scene of overall defeat, this traitor from a noble family of Gothic navy has become their only "fire".

"It's so ridiculous..."

"You are rude! The original body is waiting for your reply!"

The young man looked serious and issued a stern warning to Hobbes, whose brain had stalled.

The latter subconsciously opened his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he closed his eyes and expressed his acceptance with extremely rude silence.

"Then, I suggest that we adjourn the meeting first." Calvin got the result he wanted, so he stood up and declared a temporary truce.

Of course he didn't want to stop, but the surprise brought by the Gothic Navy headed by Hobbes did take some time to digest and absorb.

He has already achieved the ultimate in the situation on the table. If he continues to ask for more, he will inevitably push the local forces to the limit;

What he has to do at this time is to withdraw. Anyway, the heaviest piece of cake has been obtained. The most appropriate behavior for him as the person sharing the cake at this time is to calmly wait for Goth in his bedroom. The natives took the initiative to come to the door.

"Well...then only the Forge World itself is left." Calvin walked in the empty corridor, with the Astartes in front of him guided by the Imperial Fist.

The temporary palace was placed inside the Blackstone Fortress, and as a landlord, he believed that these sons of Dorne themselves would have a lot to say to him...

As for what just happened, Calvin just smiled helplessly.

How huge the Gothic Fleet was, and how extensive were the things involved behind it;

The factional struggle between them and Lucius was already evident even from the end of the Great Crusade;

But the battles between families, factions and factions are just appearances created by the collision between some deeper forces.

"The Flame-Blooded Sect, Fundamentalists..." Calvin thought of a certain word and then temporarily put it behind him.

This is not something he can intervene at this stage. It is better to use his precious energy on the current war.

The Gothic Fleet was not his target from the beginning.

But just like destiny, countless people and things collide and argue in corners where the sun doesn't shine, and there must be a result, even if this result is just a staged summary.

And this kind of struggle that lasted for thousands of years led to the fact that when Calvin turned his attention to the Gothic diocese, the intricate and disconnected connections between the local forces naturally revealed the problem of the Gothic fleet to him. in front of.

Sulla and his team were just one of the people who went out to perform the mission according to the established plan.

As for the other Gray Knight squads, after urgent communication with the local Imperial Fists, under the leadership of the Sons of Dorne, they arrived at Jehard with a regiment of the Tindalos Legion.

At that time, the decommissioned frigate was slowly driving through the mine array outside the star port, pulled by a tugboat.

Under the influence of the Imperial Fist's special prestige in the navy, the director of the garrison chose to cooperate unconditionally the first time he saw them.

There is no investigation, and it is not suitable to conduct another investigation.

This is the commander of the Imperial Fists' understanding of this matter, and it is also what the Gray Knights present and the accompanying Inquisitors acquiesce to.

The word rebellion will be firmly controlled within the scope of the middle and lower classes of the Gothic parish. As for the Gothic fleet itself, it can only and must be "pure" and "innocent" and made a small mistake. .

As a result, a shore-based torpedo with a directional blast was fired at the warship from the garrison;

After the tugboat that towed it traveled to a safe distance, this little farce that took place against the backdrop of a Gothic war zone finally came to an undignified but proper end...

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