Chapter 217: Flame of Udun

In the imperial world where countless wars broke out, those chaotic thoughts and fears nourished some indescribable power.

That world is not huge, with a population of only hundreds of millions. That world is not rich, and the output can be considered barely enough. For example, Ming Square is still a thorn in the eyes of the former governor of the casting.

They need strong control to ensure that the area can continuously provide materials for the empire, and it will probably become a continuous supply point for equipment such as star ports, which is extremely important for expeditions.

In the temporary command room, the school's face was solemn, and his plan slowed down again. Just now he tried to attack the enemy from a distance, but it was all crushed by the powerful defense of the heavy void shield, and the cruel battle of the local militia also forced the school to give up the idea of ​​​​forcing the attack.

Ming, if you don't hold on, don't besiege, the firepower can't crush the enemy's defense, and the number of people is only a slight advantage of double its number. Problems come one after another, which is very different from those smart officers before. They know everything in peacetime strategy, and Ming is silent like a virgin.

"Why, you're usually so noisy, but now you're silent?" He was a little annoyed. He knew he couldn't get angry with his command group, but he couldn't control it. If the sergeant of the Falcon Regiment hadn't held him back with his strong arms, he might even break up with his old comrades tomorrow.

For the sergeant, he had to stay calm even in desperate situations, but even so, he still saw the low tolerance of ordinary people under pressure in his eyes. But he could understand that under heavy pressure, the entire expeditionary force was waiting for his victory report, and that thing happened again.

Efficiency was a word that ran counter to the Imperial Guard in the first few decades of the dark forty millennia. To be precise, almost the entire empire was against it. That ancient, huge, obese, and even rotten corpse had countless potentials, and the entire galaxy was constantly eating its life.

I can't expect the dying dead to suddenly get up and sweep away all the obstacles and difficulties. It can even be said that even the Emperor probably can't do it. In that rotten dark age, people would even take those creeds and death-like sacrifices for granted. Even if the Lord of Humanity they expect walks in the world again, some people will turn a blind eye to it...

It is not possible to capture that huge fortress in a short time. It is not a task that the Space Marines can sneak into (at least not something that the Destruction Falcon can do).

The discussion is deadlocked. Whether the governor casts a demon-like weapon or a strange garrison, the transformed monsters they are good at using and the large amount of manpower in the troops with the defense of Udon are already something that the Imperial Guard can't take.

Approval of weapons that can break the void shield on the ground from the Ministry of Military Affairs requires a long time to confirm the fall and submit it to the office of the Minister of Military Affairs in the Extreme Star Region.

After that, they had to contact Terra's Ministry of Foreign Affairs before they could take action. For several months, there were layers of documents, seals, and officials shirking responsibilities. It took several months for the matter to attract the attention of the top leaders, and then the gears of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs slowly started to turn.

But since ancient times, Udun has been easy to defend and difficult to attack. Its city defense has been painstakingly built for thousands of years. It is as solid as a rock and can withstand thousands of troops. If it is attacked by force, it will be severely damaged. It has never fallen in the past thousand years.

Soon, negative thoughts were rampant in the legion. They asked to abandon that world, use the forced increase in production in other regions to fill the demand there, and then use warships to block there and kill the traitors in the fortress.

But such an idea was rejected by the sergeant. He knew very well that people were connected by something. Unless hundreds of millions of imperial residents in that world were abandoned together, there must be traitors connected to the governor to send supplies into the fortress.

Orbital bombardment requires a fleet to carry out. The base of the turrets is underground, and the foundation is solid. It is definitely not comparable to warships. The thickness of the planet makes the defense of the turrets far superior to ordinary warships. Even if the Empire has more guns and stronger ships, it cannot go to such trouble for a small castle.

The Governor's behavior is like a rat shit. He turned himself into a flesh thorn stuck in the core of that world, affecting that place all the time, but no one can cure him even if he is too much. To be precise.

But the cost is not proportional to the reward of success. They have many wars and troubles that have not been settled. At this moment, every ship and soldier spent by the Governor is a waste of the Empire's war potential.

When they were at a loss, the Empire's radio and projection received the news, the call of the Titanium Fleet. Almost instantly, the Chief Petty Officer and the school showed disgusted expressions. For no other reason, the existence of the alien and its troops joining the Empire's expedition would be a stigma. If the Sun Lord had not been kind to them, they would act with the Titanium. Even if the High Lord ordered them, they would not accompany them.

Buzz, buzz, the Empire's loud communication equipment made an annoying sound. The commander looked at his commander hesitantly, as if to say, answer?

The commander nodded helplessly, disgusted. At this moment, he had no allies. He still didn't think that the alien scum could provide any excellent war plan. They didn't fall into the well and the Emperor would bless them!

The establishment of the Empire was to settle the aliens. The resentment was long-lasting and difficult to eliminate. For example, it was even more difficult to reverse after thousands of years. Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Terra took off from the first battleship to the present. The goal of the Empire was to clean up those scum. Even if the cause was buried for a long time, new resentment would continue to flow.

The Tau's sky expanded several times and swallowed up many territories of the empire, making them look ugly. Their stupidity led countless people of the empire into eternal disaster, so that they could not return to the throne.

The Destruction Eagle and the Partoria Imperial Guard are also war machines stationed at the border of the Extreme Star Territory. They have been grudged against the crazy expansion of the Tau for a long time. At this moment, the blue face that looked like a dead man appeared, and the entire command room fell into a trap. In the deathly silence, there was the opening sound of Shui Shi's chattering.

"Every senior Imperial Guard officer and the human warrior known as the Astartes, he expresses respect and gratitude to you for the way of war that you admire, but it seems that we encountered a lot of trouble when conquering that world, and he has to admit that we His actions overturned his wrong impression of the empire."

"Fast, efficient, powerful and sharp."

He did his best to use simple and appropriate words to praise the success of the Imperial Guard and the Astartes. His spoken English was very standard. Years of traveling outside the Empire allowed him to learn a truly elegant pronunciation of Gothic, which was even readable. Write High Gothic.

In his magnetic and gentle voice, it was hard to imagine whether such a person could be an alien. After he finished speaking, he asked with great interest.

"They want their aid to come to that world. The outside of the Tau fleet will provide enough supplies and food to appease the hungry humans. Reasonable food made according to methods that fully comply with the imperial recipe."

"And all their supplies can be inspected by you. If possible, they can arrange engineering troops to help rebuild, but if he doesn't want..."

"They can be slightly responsible for the entertainment broadcast channels outside a certain time in Yidong to soothe the excited emotions of the citizens of the empire."

The school horse was interjecting. "Don't fart, disgusting alien. What I call aid is bullshit. He actually listened to me saying such shameless curses for so long. The Emperor and all his saints, I know. , he can let me see my ether in one round of bombing!”

He was excited, under pressure, with aliens, and with too many problems. He was no longer as smart as usual in school. Is that why most of the empire's commanders gradually became angry during their long combat career? The weird reason lies in the fact that it is ever-changing. The battlefields and complex situations, the mental pressure brought by many bizarre enemies, the huge and slow empire's logistics, the emotions of the soldiers who always need to be comforted, and at the same time break the empire's pre-planned tactical policy again and again.

Even those with academic backgrounds find it difficult to adapt to school. On the contrary, those truly powerful Imperial Guard commanders often ignore the madmen who come from the East on the battlefield because they have become accustomed to the vagaries of that universe and have learned how to resist that. Kind of crazy.

And there is no doubt that the Emperor favors that guy. He is extremely lucky to have such a hero next to him. As an Astartes, he has experienced countless wars and despair, the Master Chief said sharply. "He will allow me to broadcast my good deeds, but otherwise he begs us to join the siege."

The senior Shui clan official replied. "According to their contract with the Sun Lord, during that war they were responsible for space support and space bombing at the necessary times, and they were not allowed to stay in the Imperial world for more than 26 Terra times without permission. According to the Tau calculation unit, 48…”

The Chief interrupted, then emphasized that. "The world is still in the process of casting the Governor's legs. How effective is my propaganda? Look at the situation of the war. Although he is huddled in the castle, does he have the will of the people? In any case, his power and influence will make me Zai Zaishan is struggling."

"An extreme, crazy, personality cult organization must exist in many places in that world, quietly."

Silent, pointedly pointed out why the Governor is so insistent and fearless. It seems that he has lost power, but his centuries-old peak of power has made countless people admire him and think that he will continue to monopolize power after the Imperial Guard leaves. Is it just a matter of changing his position? The appearance of a person with a poor reputation.

He is a raging flame that keeps burning and will not go out. Even if Ruming seems to be extinguished, his fire will not go out. I hope people in that world still exist and some people still remember that kind of rule.

And Udun Fortress cannot be the embodiment of that status, let alone the reason why neither the empire nor the good people can obtain that world.

And pointing out that point, pulling the school out of anger and madness, pressure and blindness, he had to admit that the Empire could not control that world, and even if the Astartes and the Imperial Guard joined forces, it would require huge losses.

But at school, I still don’t feel that the empire has made any achievements in this matter, so what about aliens?

But he just listened to the Water clan's reply.

"They..." His old cheeks (you can tell by the pebble-like protrusions on his cheeks) are faintly touched. The Master Chief's words hit Udon's threat. Is it a blazing torch that always proves the true ruler of that world? Otherwise, neither the Empire nor the Good Way can stay here for a long time, so I hope their power is weakened and the Governor changes his appearance.

He can even become Titanium, which requires skin, a part of DNA or simply a similar appearance. The essence is that he has made a comeback, but that he has not been extinguished.

Shui had no choice but to take on that mission. He had no combat experience, but he still knew what kind of expert could take on that mission.

"According to our data, the governor of that world has a strong desire to control. That means he has extremely high personal authority over the castle's defense equipment, while others probably do not."

"Their psychoanalysts and computers deduced that he had a bad past, so he didn't trust humans, and he deduced that his authority should be for himself."

Talk at school. "So what? He is hiding as king in a huge castle that can't even be conquered by warships. I can't just appear in that huge metal city and kill him."

"It's not impossible. There are several ways of war, and a master who is proficient in them knows it very well."

"Shadow, Hide, the Tau Empire's most powerful xv25 battle suit. It uses optical camouflage to hide your figure. It's not difficult to sneak into the castle. At least before the enemy notices, it's no problem to kill the enemy or even come out again."

The pride shown by the Shui caste made the schoolmates unsure, but the Eagles of Destruction, who often made mistakes in their combat uniforms, could be certain. "They can do it. He once broke the neck of one of those soldiers, but its hidden power is strange enough."

"You can even hide it from the Astartes. There are relevant infrared detection and other equipment. At least according to the current general equipment of the empire, it is not difficult to hide it from the enemy." He told the truth, and the Shui clan nodded. The school had to admit it. Titanium has slightly surpassed the Empire in many aspects, but that does not mean that he recognizes the aliens.

But he admitted that those inferior Astartes could change the tide of the battle, and he should at least give it a try.

"He...promised me that he could use the imperial world's sacred broadcast to promote my disgusting kindness, but he must be allowed to see the power of its XV and other services."

"And remember, if he doesn't trust us, he has no other choice. If we move our legs and change the actual situation, the Partorians will destroy us first!"

He didn't care about the Flame of Udun, he knew that the aliens were absolutely untrustworthy, and those monsters that were greedy, stupid, and self-centered would destroy everything. At least he would be somewhat forgiving if he could use it, even if he didn't like it.

The Shui Cast virtual image nodded slightly and promised success. After the blur dissipated, the command room fell into silence again, a long and oppressive silence.