Chapter 283 Attack

Several months, under the calculation of complete manual work and a small number of thinkers, the huge fleet needs a lot of time to mobilize. As the flagship, Bordello is the core of the mobilization. Each world to be rescued must be carefully planned according to its general situation, specific value, and environment.

This is the responsibility for the heroes who will save the millions of men and women in the empire. Only, and only the war lord Alanbair can decide the war plan. He is in the office day and night to revise. Fortunately, he is strong and young, and with years of combat experience, he has taken charge of the three parties of sea, land and air, from orbital suppression to actual deployment prediction.

Because of the large number of scrolls and documents handled during this period, the mountains of brown paper, he also has the Destruction Eagle and the Astartes on his left and right, so he joked that he was "Little Guilliman".

However, he did not want to be compared with the great Primarch. Guilliman would only be faster and more accurate in handling this matter. Therefore, this sentence is quite self-deprecating, mocking himself when he was so conservative in tactics. How could this not be a distrust of the generals of the Imperial Guard?

However, after the long and frustrating "Guilliman" style revenge tactical planning, Alanbair did have a long and rare good sleep, a rest so long that his bones creaked after he climbed out of bed.

The consequence was the soreness, discomfort, nausea, numbness and low spirits brought by the revengeful sleep. He called this feeling "Gaunt's daily life" and once again arranged in his heart the loyal heir who was as famous as Cain in the Empire.

He muttered silently. "Cain and Gaunt, brainless and unhappy." Then he talked to himself and enjoyed this fun that only he could understand.

But soon that kind of empty happiness dissipated with the current situation. No one would understand his feelings. In this 40th millennium at the end of human civilization, there is only survival except war, and the Lord of Humanity in the sky, in addition to the ridicule and mockery of the demons.

He would still be confused and didn't know what to do next. He looked out the window at the people who worked hard for the Emperor. How good it was. Ignorance shaped the sad happiness of those people, but is it really good to be awake?

Many complex emotions flashed, and finally Alanbair just washed his cheeks with water, stepped out of the cell that imprisoned him with obligations and responsibilities, and said to his guards, those Catachans, in a high voice.

"Prepare for action, send a few people as my messengers, our little Hermes, to convey the message of war. We have planned for others for several months. Now we have to attack, for the glory of the Emperor, and for the Pangea Sector where we live."

Alanbair especially likes this about them, no nonsense, no prayers in battle, no hesitation, and no disappointment to the Emperor and him, so he hopes that those people can survive, but it turns out that compared to PDF or farming there, the Skadi veterans only want to die under the enemy's guns, or be torn apart by the power of destruction, and leave wounds on those enemies, and then drink the best Amset on the Golden Throne, watching those enemies injured by him become sick from their injuries and finally dissipate into the void.

They are leaving. Loand will be quiet again, but it won't last long. This world is being reborn in an orderly manner, turning into a new fortress to keep out heretics. It is towering into the clouds and indestructible. Together with the Mandeville point it produced, several satellites will wrap around it. The fortress will rise from the ground. Loand will no longer suffer because she is scarred and more difficult to destroy.

"Therefore, the Emperor ordered me to flatten the filthy land on his behalf. He has made the terrible blade emit a deadly light, and his truth will not dissipate."

On the bridge, Alanbair looked at the purple light curtain. The beautiful baptismal flame before had disappeared. They were blindfolded. Only the navigator and his complex sensory equipment connected to the nerves could vaguely touch the general situation of the subspace. Following the light of the star torch, they slowly moved forward.

The captain waved his arms at the command point, took control of the rudder, started the engine, turned on the thinker array, the residual heat divination instrument, adjusted the gyroscope, and many other things. The sailors were busy, and only Alanbair stayed out of it.

When Alanbair saw the starry sky outside the ship window, he once again sighed that the real universe was better than the subspace, and the captain on the bridge was still waiting for the local detection satellite to send those messages, reporting the time, location, and many other information, but there was no news for a long time. Obviously, the satellite here was damaged. In the case of unclear time, the captain's face became not very good.

The captain once praised him for being suitable to be a sailor, drifting around with the warship, and devoting himself to the empire, but fate changed him into a warrior. He walked onto the bridge, and outside the huge ship window, there were colorful stars or grotesque scenery, and the baptismal fire surrounding Bordello, the beautiful imperial strike cruiser, and the starlight accompanied Bordello's old ship forward.

The voices were loud and passionate, and many emotions surrounded this place, wishing to eat the enemy alive and flatten the place that made the emperor angry.

The entire ship was covered with the Geller's position, like a small bubble merging into a big bubble, and entered the water surface after a "click". The Bordello and the Baptismal Fire wrapped in the bubble entered here as foreign objects.

Neat military boots stepped on the drumbeat of death, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, like the heartbeat of a giant, but the irony of order brought by war saved the world, the Imperial Guard, the production line brought by the war lord, or many other jobs, serving the tired people, or providing wonderful drinks to those soldiers who accumulated a lot of throne coins.

Their souls are extremely pure. Compared with their unforgiving mouths, the Inquisition cannot distinguish the difference between his piety and that of a saint. It's just that those rough guys don't understand how to show their loyalty with actions other than shooting.

On the transport ship, Alan Baier looked at Luo Ande, and his mood was quite reluctant. This world has suffered too much, and he wants to bring her more tasks. He doesn't know if those hard-working people can do it, and he doesn't know how his war will develop.

"Get your guns ready, wipe your laser brothers, and carry them on your shoulders. The cruel sacrifice will begin after the next exit from the warp. Each of us will die until the poison gas falls on the enemy's hometown, for the Emperor!"

When the soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and chests, never retreating. The lieutenant just stepped forward and shouted. "Where is it?!"

"The warp channel is very stable. This raid should be successful. No, it will definitely be successful. With the assistance of the Space Marines, we can fall like lightning and easily sweep those asteroids."

The captain replied. "Thanks to you, the Emperor's light is bright and the warp is also stable. If there is no problem, then we can reach that star field in about 15 days by the standard of the real universe."

And many other "truths", finally turned into crazy piety, but it is obvious that this truth is useless to those old-timers in Skadi. The old soldiers took the recruits to learn how to waste time, how to ensure physical health, how to play cards, or use their own cheating skills to cheat the new recruits of the few remaining benefits.

"The heretics destroyed the Empire's detectors, so we can't get effective calculations for the Thinker array." He looked at the screen and said, those dark green electronic screens flashed strange images, and Alan Baier asked subconsciously. "How about the prediction instrument?"

A bottle of Amset is the emperor's blessing, and a cigarette is more chic. If he gets new underwear, he will sing the name of the female saint. For the soldiers of Skadi, their loyalty is enough for them to be unscrupulous here, because they only use actions to prove their reliability.

He has spoken, and the wind seems to be silent, and people listen quietly. His voice is not loud, but clear and reassuring. "I have seen the Emperor's footsteps on that free port. His mercy is only for those evil people. You know, I once received a letter from a child. He asked me, Lord, why did they fire at us..."

Behind such high efficiency is the result of the soldiers' private simulations for the attack. Their speed and accuracy are not innate, but they have long known how to deal with war, either die or live. In this cruel end of human civilization, those great things have long disappeared.

"There is still a way to get there. We have been traveling for a day and it seems quite stable." Ailanbaier asked the captain.

Their survival has turned into today's rigor. When Ailanbaier finally stepped into the star port, whether it was tens of millions of Imperial Guards or only dozens of Space Marines left, they saluted tacitly, paying tribute to this hero who connected them all.

The Catachans saluted subconsciously, and several of them left here like wild horses after the order. Only the verbal assurance of the Sun Lord could make those who were thirsty for heretic blood so happy. Apart from that, neither the warm bed nor the comfortable food could make them excited.

[You can read the Emperor's honor and gift on the ancient cowhide scroll: You despise my people, I will have mercy on you, and the Imperial Hammer will fall with this. The offspring born by the citizens of the Empire will have flames in their hands and will be on the Emperor's unstoppable road. Honor, honor, and the Emperor's blessing! ]

Here, hundreds of transport planes, dozens of gunboats, and many war engines are ready to go. After months of preparation and silence, those warriors can no longer bear it.

And Alanbair crossed several messy pipelines, and Inquisitor Nova accompanied him like his secretary. Now the captains of the Bordello and the Baptism of Fire also got off their beloved ships and listened to this mobilization for the first time.

They are not bloodthirsty, but their hatred has reached the limit. Those pains and experiences have proved time and again that the enemies of the empire deserve to die and die without a burial place!

The captain waved his hand to command, and the voyage continued. The journey was long, which provided Inquisitor Nova with a lot of time to record, and also made the soldiers' card game more and more intense. Finally, after a short low hum, the physical time was about 6 days. The real world was not clear, it should be about 15 days.

Geller's position turned into a damn evil purple. At this moment, even the most determined soldiers were strictly required to stay in the hold like cargo. Five or six people shared a toilet, and the bed was always hot. They would not get up at all. They only had a little time to wake up, lifting dumbbells or doing squats. The only things that could provide them with leisure were the songs sung by the sailors or the Emperor's true words at the bedside.

As the gray world became farther and farther away, he stepped into Bordello again. The gravity generated by the Mechanicus pulled at his heart, and the smell of incense and promethium mixed into an uncomfortable mixture of air. However, he had long been accustomed to it, and the narrow corridors would not make him feel more suffocated.

"So I also bathed in his light at night, writing the plan to punish heretics by lamplight, and our brothers will execute it. They have moved forward, and the Skadi have been slow to fall behind, so the place we have to attack is extremely dangerous and difficult to conquer, to make up for the time we wasted."

They hope that their guns can tear the flesh of the enemy. The Skadi are more bloodthirsty than many of their neighbors, especially when it comes to orcs and heretics. Therefore, the transfer orders are very fast, and the soldiers are ready to go and gather at the star port waiting for transportation.

But fortunately, they left the warp, and the Geller stand crackled to isolate the warp storm. In the purple lightning and the vortex that suddenly appeared in the cosmic void, Bordello stuck his head out.

Alan Baier nodded. This was one of the few successful and smooth things during this period, but he didn't like warp travel, psychic power, and he didn't like anything related to the gods.

Alan Baier answered. "Enjili! Their homeland, just like what they did to Skadi, just like what they did to Loand, we will let the virus torpedoes fall on their homeland, we will plunder those heretic supplies to the enemy's projectiles."

Finally, the subspace engine cut into the ethereal land of the subspace from the Mandeville point where the gravity of the planet was weak. The Geller stand was humming and roaring. The subspace engine brought the huge body of the ship into the rich purple place. To be precise, it was the last barrier of the real world to the subspace. It looked as weak as a soap bubble, but it was so strong that no demon could turn out. It could only accommodate the products of the material world born in her.

He didn't want to go to an unfamiliar and strange cosmic area again. The captain also began to check. After about half an hour, the anxious intelligence finally appeared after scanning. "We... didn't deviate, but the time is still not accurate, but the problem is not here, but."

"My instrument can't find the Space Marines. The Baptism of Fire disappeared. It may be that the subspace fluctuation caused the time deviation. We were separated."

Alan Baier shook his head. "The evil gods' schemes are ridiculous. Do they think that they can just separate us from the Destroyer Eagle?" He looked at the void with resentment, as if he had understood who was behind it, and said, "We will proceed with the plan as normal. If the Destroyer Eagle arrives later or earlier than us, it will definitely do the same!" He pointed to the nearest armed asteroid fortress, called the Fortress of Severo, and said seriously. "Start with it. We need supplies."