Chapter 299 The Forgotten Star

Boldero left the territory. The old lord wanted to board this huge warship. This was also his dream. As a member of the Imperial Guard, he had no chance to experience it because of the bad heresy in the territory. He had to stay.

From this perspective, the dead traitor had to be recorded as another grievance. After all, it was so cruel to prevent an old man from entering the holy land that he wanted to see once in his life. However, considering that the bastard had done a sin that he could never pay for with his life, no one would pay it back. The old lord could only watch the metal beauty of Bordero slowly leave the barely visible near-Earth orbit defense and watch it for a long time with an astronomical telescope.

For the star image observers of the Star Language Academy, today was an unprecedented day. The lord who never cared about the arrangement of stars stayed here for almost a day.

Maybe he really believed in the lofty words of the Lord of Skadi, maybe the Emperor's light can really be spread on this land, a place built in the void, born only for transportation, without the so-called honor, hope, just drifting and dying.

His eyes followed the optical array of the telescope to the distance and could only see the flickering tail flame of Bordello burning the cold and lightless void, a kind of suffocating powerlessness and the recent blows gathered together.

Finally, he hooked his body like he was 50 years older, and left along the dark place like a ghoul. This incident hurt him too much, and the Karaza Chancellor family that was once talked about by people would probably disappear completely, but no matter how much they were eradicated, they could not change the endless desire of the greedy organization that really controlled this star region.

His thoughts seemed to drift upward from his dissipated soul, and slowly embedded in the Imperial warships he had been thinking about day and night. He seemed to have become an officer, stepping into the flagship of the currency that belonged to the Emperor with his soldiers. For most people in this fortress, they might not have much value to the Emperor.

But now, they have become part of those currencies. It is their blood and flesh that allow hundreds of thousands of men and women to step into Bordello's warships, and it is also the equipment they built that allows those people to hone in the war. The most elite soldiers took the lord and part of the millions of people in this fortress out of their hometown.

They were ready to go in the hold. They were completely obedient, not much different from the real Imperial Guards, wearing gray-black uniforms. Although the bulletproof armor was slightly inferior, it could not suppress the temperament shown by its soldiers. It was overwhelming, like the temperament of steel.

The chief of staff, a graduate of the Loyalty Academy, the greatest lubricant of the empire's troops and the source of ideological work for the soldiers, led his colleagues to slowly publicize the necessity of this battle and how many people would be saved if this battle was completed. What they care most about, that is, how to deal with the orcs who invaded their homes, was clearly pointed out.

The chief of staff nodded. "I plan to publicize the similarities between Karaza and Skadi, and provide Karaza's special dishes to the Skadi people, and provide Karaza's special dishes to the Skadi people to achieve mutual understanding of culture and historical experience."

Soldiers always chase sensory stimulation without any prior agreement, alcohol, cigarettes, stimulants or anything that can restore their tired fighting power to keep themselves alive. After strengthening their beliefs, the Skadi people can slightly get rid of the almost cursed behavior, but they cannot completely ignore the feeling of powerlessness.

After the chief of staff was silent for a while, he looked out the window of the battleship with his gloomy face, because they had arrived. It was a silent world, surrounded by many waste-like metal components. The black cannons were like the spines of sea urchins, arranged irregularly and regularly. There were very few cannons that could really be used for orbital attacks, and most of them were close-range cannons.

The chief of staff stood up and nodded. "Very good soldiers, at least fully qualified, but their inferior automatic guns and bulletproof armor cannot be used in many aspects. Fighting in a harsh cold satellite, far away from the stars, the water vapor produced by the automatic gun firing will make the weapons prone to malfunction, and the alternation of high and low temperatures will easily destroy the structure, jamming and rapid gun chamber collapse."

"It's not impossible, so I want to wipe out the orcs here, not only for Karaza, but also to distinguish whether the Purple Hand has helped the orcs. Now even Karaza is seriously short of food. Although the famine is not obvious, there is no surplus food." Ailanbaier emphasized.

The chief of staff almost cursed. "Are they selling out the Empire to the aliens!?"

The engines roared, flames spurted, and pistons sighed continuously. After a long pause, the Chief of Staff asked. "But they have been cultivating their power for so many years. If they still have a power vacuum, they will need to deceive us to gain benefits. But the reality is that we do have a lot of benefits and have the opportunity to shake their power, but this shouldn't be the case!"

He just looked at the stars in the distance, silent and forgotten, but regarded as treasures by the orcs, and laughed at himself. "It's almost like traveling. I have traveled to so many worlds and seen so many planets along the way. Except for not eating and drinking, everything else is good. But such service can also help the Emperor more, so it's nothing."

For the Empire? He was not sure, but he still spoke. "I plan to meet up with the Destruction Eagles, and then tear a gap through the Astartes and directly smash into the Ork satellite."

"Too direct." The Chief of Staff replied.

It looked scary, but it was not impossible to break through. As long as some of the cannons were destroyed, warships could easily break through those close-range defense cannons. But compared to this, he couldn't help but think of those evil things behind it, compared to those who were actually stronger. He couldn't deal with that kind of enemy even more with guns and cannons, and then he smiled bitterly.

The Chief of Staff was a little confused by Alan Beyer's words. It seemed a bit inconsistent, but in fact it was crucial. After a brief introduction to this seemingly non-existent enemy who was everywhere, the Chief of Staff fell into a long confusion. It is unclear whether silence is processing information or thinking.

"The reduction in a large amount of food transportation will cause those pirate orcs to face a certain degree of hunger. Even if their body structure can greatly alleviate hunger, it does not mean that they can rely on photosynthesis to meet their physiological needs far away from the star."

Alan Bayer walked to the air circulation equipment and blew cold air. "This is something you should consider, isn't it?"

Alan Bayer likes that feeling, because it represents a long-lost excitement, which is why he doesn't dare to get too close to women. A lunatic like him is not qualified to start a family. At least for now, he can't get away. There will be a chance in the future. He will also miss the battlefield. Whenever the enemy comes, he will walk away as if he was poisoned.

"Our current actions are truly beyond their predictions. They should have accumulated more food than us. Although the food shortage plan has helped us, it is not a complete advantage. This has made them hostile and isolated. We have the tongue and a lot of reserves to bring more people into our position."

The constant grievances for thousands of years have nothing to do with whether the alien can understand and endure. They continue to evolve in this complicated world and the cold void, and finally turn into pure resentment. Only the skull can create stability, safety and no more pain.

Alan Bayer bluntly said that this possibility is terrifying. The heretic is actually colluding with the alien, even if it is just as a slave or tool, it is surprising enough.

It was painted yellow-brown all over, and a weird big face occupied a rather terrifying area on it, covering almost the entire surface, making the entire satellite look like a huge giant.

"It's a very good plan. I have nothing to comment on. Chief of Staff, don't forget that you brought me here. Don't doubt yourself. Secondly, we should be on the same level." Alan Bayer replied and expressed his agreement.

The Skadis have almost armed themselves at the level of the Cadian Shield Guards, and have almost drained most of their resources. If a large number of new channels were not opened in the lord's operation, those materials would still be in short supply. After all, the empire often does not It’s not a lack of resources, it’s an inability to effectively allocate and logistics those things.

Alan Beyer replied. "People like the lord here belong to the minority. They don't care at all, so they won't care. What's more, it doesn't matter to them who controls Pangia, especially an inexperienced boy like me."

When this small gathering point fell into complete silence, the soldiers had left the place, leaving only the chief of staff who was waiting for someone. His beautiful military uniform was stuck to the cold ship wall, waiting quietly. It lasted for three minutes, until the sound of military boots broke the silence.

"This is not a problem. Give them the carapace and hell gun, and then distribute matching medicines and individual soldier rations according to their personal needs." Alan Bayer's statement is very relaxed, but in reality this matter will drain the entire ship of weapons. and individual armor supplies, which were originally reserved for the young soldiers of the 5th and 4th Skadi Infantry Regiments.

"How are these new recruits?" Alan Bair came from the direction of the bridge surrounded by Catachan soldiers. He was planning with the captain about the situation of the orcs and the rendezvous. Such an important speech was originally given by him. It's just that he also trusts this warrior.

The chief of staff lowered his head and thought. "Indeed, the tactics for dealing with orcs don't need to be complicated. Speed ​​is more important. In addition, the soldiers need to get used to it. From this point of view, the simpler, the better." He gave an affirmative answer, while Alan Bair said.

"It's not good. Those soldiers and Skadi veterans will inevitably be dissatisfied with the same treatment, and we don't have time to reconcile. Doing so will create a sense of separation between the troops, causing the command link to become slow and clumsy."

Alan Bayer's thoughts were clear, but he just didn't know when he would find the Destruction Eagles, and he realized that he needed someone, a smart person, to refer to the current situation, and he spoke. "Purple Hand, do you still remember the old lord's gaffe at the banquet that day?"

Alan Beyer strikes while the iron is hot. "The Purple Hands are already aware of our existence, and the famine tactics must have benefited them. This is the first time I have made a wedding dress for someone else."

"Their target is not humans, but..." His words led to the biggest question. A horrifying and disgusting idea jumped out of the paper. There is no doubt that those greedy things are using the empire's famine as a source of profit. Commodity cooperates with those who are least able to cooperate.

"But what we need to consider now is not how to fight the orcs, but the Destruction Eagles are there, and we need allies..."

"They need food. We have seen this situation with our old friends. In any case, if those orcs are still vigorous and vigorous now, it means that they have indeed found a sufficient food supply point, then we can naturally suspect that such The situation is happening all over the sector."

"I just want the orcs to realize this. We are here to fight. Then they will probably give up the orbital defense that has little practical use and actively switch to login and anti-login warfare. Then the infantry will tear the battlefield into three In this area, the part closest to the orc city, which is also the sharpest 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the newly formed 100,000 Karazha auxiliary army, will tear apart the battle line and establish our defense line in the dilapidated and chaotic orc city. "

Alan Bayer lowered his head. "Yes, you are right." He took a deep breath. The relatively fresh circulating gas, the smell of promethium that had not yet dissipated, made people dizzy, but this was only true for new recruits, while the smell of promethium was for veterans. Different, more like alive and surviving.

The chief of staff hesitated slightly. He was not worried about the lack of equipment. After all, if you don’t take out the weapons, you might not be able to get them out. Rather than the shortage of equipment and the reduction of weapons, he was more worried about Skadi’s soldiers treating people from outside. Repulsed, he spoke because of it.

the chief of staff suddenly asked. "Maybe I'm overly concerned, but how should we log into the orcs' fortress? According to the report, the orcs have completely transformed it into a terrifying hell. Enough firepower and armor surrounded those that are crucial to the orcs. The place."

"Thank you for telling me that this is trust, which is extremely precious. But I still have to complain about this matter. I have already lost my life due to those words. If those guys called Purple Hands are really so terrible, then I'm bound to be in trouble, and I probably don't need you to tell me kindly, after all, I've been pulled on board by you early, and I can't leave." His words were partly familiar, but more of them were joking, and he also complained about Alan Bair's blindness to him. In the drum.

Those thoughts are like steel nails inserted into the minds of mortal soldiers who are suffering from alien pain. They are not supermen, and they are not necessarily strong, but their willpower will push them forward until their bodies are torn and collapsed.

"I've been convincing myself this way, but, Purple Hand, this thing is worse than I imagined."

he shouted, drawing the bolt pistol at his waist. "For the sake of the Emperor, let those heretics die!"

And Alan Beyer just said it jokingly. "This is the most resemblance to a graduate of Chungsi Academy that I have heard since I met you."