Chapter 332: Operation to Seize N'Jili

Several hasty landing chambers landed in an unattended corner of the void. The elite Astartes of the Destruction Eagle Regiment slaughtered the huge heretic fortress with a complete victory. Because of the lack of power source, it could not even maintain a false gravity system inside. Those traitorous mortals could not fight accurately in a zero-gravity state, so that there was not a single crater on the Astartes who attacked this time.

So far, there is no doubt that the void war ended with the complete victory of the Imperial warships, but the two squadrons lost 23 fighters, more than half of them. At the same time, about 20 small warships of the Imperial Navy were injured by the enemy's close-range torpedoes or macro cannons, and 3 were destroyed. The auxiliary corps composed of lords and planetary governors lost 50 to 60, half of which collapsed and were damaged.

However, thanks to the Emperor, the subsequent rescue came very quickly. Except for the unlucky ones who were directly exploded and penetrated, most people were salvaged from the void, because those who were still conscious would find the void suit or enter the closed room as soon as possible.

For this time, "Victory without any doubt" many Imperial Navy officers put forward this name with a sighing tone, because they could clearly feel that the enemy did not fight with the most suitable method, but instead seemed to be covering something, and in the second half of the war, their morale plummeted and they fled frantically.

As for after the victory, many commanders proposed to set up a table of delicious food as a reward in an empty warehouse under the bridge of the Bordello, which was previously full of goods and supplies and now consumed by consumers. Banquets are also one of the few pastimes for the Imperial nobles in this cruel era. At the same time, the rat chef of Skadi is even more famous for his ability.

Although the Leitlings are notoriously sloppy, this chef is different. His kitchen is always clean. Any good cook who helps him in the kitchen and the guests who have tasted his food are full of praise for him, so that many people have heard that the taste of spices and seasonings has penetrated his flesh and blood. At the same time, he is also a sniper who is good enough to be recorded in the history of the Empire. So far, those legends have become the seasoning of cooking.

He can make the nobles taste the rat people's food with the determination to have diarrhea. This legend is even promoted as a chef born in the Imperial Garden World. Before joining the Imperial Guard, he spent his whole life soaking in food to practice his cooking skills. It is also said that he can defeat the attack of about ten wild orcs with a slingshot in his hometown.

However, the commander-in-chief of the Star Army, Alan Baier, and the temporary commander of the Imperial Navy, the sergeant of the Destroying Eagle, ruthlessly rejected the requests of those bubble-headed imperial noble captains, and Alan Baier emphasized three or four times that his soldier and chef was not born in the Garden World. Contrary to their legend, the boy Leitlin is a pipe rat. He has been hungry and cold all his life, not to mention soaking in food!

It was just that the lords and nobles thought that the Lord of Skadi was just greedy and wanted to occupy the chef, so Alanbair had to emphasize that the war was not over yet, and the enjoyment could be postponed, and promised that after the capture of Engili, the food cooked by the rat chef would be inexhaustible and placed on the most gorgeous table, so there was no need to rush now and make it embarrassing.

When such a tug-of-war finally calmed the restless hearts of the nobles, the place originally scheduled to be filled with food, the lower deck of the bridge, was served with a long table, dark red candles and excellent service. This dinner was held in the core of Bordello and sponsored by the wealthy planetary governor John to give the soldiers participating in the war the best enjoyment, in other words.

This is where the "lower class" comes. When the lords, nobles or governors praised John and Mr. Alanbair for their magnanimity and gifts, they probably had no idea that the rat chef they had been thinking about was cooking beautiful enough food for this banquet.

Pepper steaks can be eaten just like bread, and wine or juice can be used for bathing, but extravagance is something that no soldier can tolerate. Even if he uses everything, Alanbair is not afraid that someone will waste it.

At this moment, Space Marines, Catachans, and veterans of the Imperial Guard, who are absolutely strict with their mouths, that is, those who will not waste food, were selected, thanks to the good ideas of those nobles, and for the sake of performance, Alanbair sat at his long table and cut a wild deer-like creature with a large enough, exaggerated half-human giant blade.

The little deer was roasted golden and crispy, and the blade split its body, making a mouth-watering sound. The juice flowed out of the huge deer body and filled the long and big plate, but the plate was not a noble custom-made product, but a trailer used to transport goods.

A closer look reveals that its stomach is filled with various partridges, pheasants, and various poultry. The repeated roasting has achieved the effect of roasting outside and boiling inside. It looks greedy and extravagant, but the plates used to hold them are not noble ceramics or excellent crystals, but helmets, simple plates, and flattened tin cans.

The bizarre scene here is both funny and strange. A group of orderly soldiers, operating helmsmen, or signalmen, take their own portion of food from the hands of the senior commanders of the Imperial Astra Militarum with any container they can find. In order to ensure that it is warm, they don't even thank the Emperor before cutting directly.

Almost a Viking-style buffet in the grotesque appearance of being eaten by World War II soldiers in a Gothic castle, it is the appearance of countless cultures, histories, and experiences of human civilization in the 40th thousand years, and it is also the weird combination of the wishful thinking of the Lord of Skadi. But at least once, the banquet does not only belong to the imperial nobles, and it is also the confidence for him to implement this idea.

At the same time, he raised his military kettle and toasted the heroes of this war one by one. "The falcon that destroyed the eagle, this time, has made great contributions." He walked to the sergeant, and the soldier who was standing and enjoying the ratman food with his comrades heard the words, turned around, picked up the empty bowl in front of him with grease, and answered as if he had rehearsed.

"Glad to serve." Then his empty can was filled with transparent Amset, and the two raised the kettle and the broken can, like the two most elegant gentlemen in the empire, but wearing military uniforms and power armor.

Next, the etiquette was thrown on the ground and turned into powder. The two raised the container and drank the liquor cleanly. At the same time, Alanbair breathed a sigh of relief.

"It has to be this again." He muttered. After all, the only time he drank something of high quality, he was almost dragged by the doctor to wash his stomach, which also meant that his stomach was destined not to enjoy the nobility of the Empire. In his words, he was destined to be hungry in the factory and crawling in the trenches.

Then he walked down. People thought he would greet each one, such as the first mate, the commander, the staff, the loyal people born in the Zhongsi Academy, and Catachan, but Alanbair did not. Instead, he walked to an unknown man. Those soldiers were very strange. They were in groups of three or six. Their military ranks were not high, but not too low. At the same time, there were obviously no service soldiers, and there were even fewer people, probably only about 50-60 people, which was definitely not much in the huge military system of the Star Army.

The man hadn't realized that eyes were focused until the empty kettle in his hand was filled with liquid. This extremely sensitive man in the void slowly realized that he had become the focus because of the fatigue after the war.

He was the veteran captain of the interceptor squadron. He didn't realize it until the container was full. "Oh my God, sir."

Alan Baier just replied. "Cheers, to our heroes, because in this war, more than half of the carrier-based crew members died. They provided a lot of enemy ship intelligence, structure, specific location, and also attacked and destroyed countless high-value targets. If the emperor was here, he would also praise this group of people for selflessly completing their goals."

The words here are basically true. Even the warriors who did not participate in the attack on the alien equipment provided indelible help to the overall front. So far, those people have paid far more than expected losses and helped the Imperial Navy achieve a victory far beyond expectations.

At this point, the soldiers saluted him. The most elite veterans, officers, and commanders of the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy all saluted the squadron. The old captain could only raise his glass at this moment, and then said with a righteous attitude. "For the Emperor, it is my duty."

Alan Baier did not say anything. He knew that he could only provide so much. For this huge empire, the mission they carried out must be hidden. Although the heretic engine had been transferred to the Inquisition and was pressed to the empire by Miss Nova, the sacrifice of this squadron could not be made public, because the existence of such a terrible psychic device was a weapon that was enough to shake people's hearts.

They must hide, must be helpless, and must not be rewarded, even if the miracle they completed was twice as great as what Alan Baier said.

The veteran only wiped his eyes, nodded a little bit out of control, drank the wine, and even forgot to toast, but until now he had not been impatient at all, just as hard as iron, and he was definitely not an iron man, so his strength covered up those emotions.

Alanbair just left as usual, and the banquet continued. Then, as the soldiers thought, they toasted according to their positions. At this point, the banquet got on track after the last praise for a commander, because the people here were mainly the elite of the Imperial Guard. In other words, Catachan, Destroyer Eagle, Imperial Storm Troopers, veterans of the 5th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, assault grenadiers of various regiments of the Empire, and other famous and powerful regiments.

After Alanbair walked back to the main seat, he announced to the others. "Heroes and warriors of the Imperial Guard, we have won the void war, but next, we need to capture the Engili Spaceport. Specifically, we need to log in." His voice was not loud but powerful, as if it could penetrate the wall.

The soldiers stopped what they were doing. Although they had only eaten half of the food, they understood that it was okay for the food to get cold, but the combat signal was more important.

Seeing the situation here, Alanbair continued. "Next we will use bombing to clear the air defense system of Engili Spaceport. It will be a complete heavy firepower bombing, which will completely destroy one side of the fortress in just a few minutes. Then the airdrop warehouse and transportation will arrive as scheduled."

"The Empire's bombing is expected to cause a shortage of regional defense forces, but even so, the landing troops will face a combat force that is dozens of times greater than yours. However, our goal is not to clear the entire spaceport, but to quickly capture the traitor, Bandertal."

"In order to shorten the war time to the greatest extent, and to preserve the firepower, defense, and population of the spaceport as much as possible when the Red Pirates arrive, this mission will be long and intermittent, without supplies and follow-up support. I want you to penetrate those traitors like a virus, and then kill their core, that is, their brain, and the lord who dominates the war."

"At this point, I emphasize again that the goal is not to kill all enemies, but to control the traitor group, destroy the command system dominated by the lord, preserve the defense array and manpower of the Engili spaceport, and take down this huge imperial fortress, the Void Nest City, in an intact manner."

Alan Baier took a deep breath at last. "Do you understand everything?"

The soldiers raised their heads, they said nothing, acquiesced to their fate, and then the war lord Alan Baier answered. "Very good, next is the commanders. Your personal terminals will be loaded with the intelligence we know so far, such as the internal design of the spaceport. According to the original plan, we will airdrop you to the center of the port, but the strategic map does not have the local pdf force deployment intelligence, so the next location we will drop will be in the residential area, in other words."

"The landing battle is a street battle, accompanied by the death of a large number of innocent civilians, and this is also our helpless choice. Compared with soldiers, it doesn't matter if the death of tolerable citizens is caused in this situation!"

"But I still require that no massacres be carried out unless civilians may leak your base or strategic information, or his existence threatens the safety of soldiers."

The commanders, especially those who are assigned to military discipline by Zhongsi, raised their heads and answered. "Yes!"

Then Ailanbaier emphasized again. "This is a mobile war. Shooting and moving to another place is probably the most basic thing for you, but don't be careless. According to our speculation, there is a high probability that enemy psychics will appear in this operation, and they may even appear in groups. The evil cult called the Purple Hand is using the local organization called the Evolved Sisterhood to cover up its existence. Therefore, the badge of that cult will be sent to personal terminals next, and all targets carrying this badge will be dealt with with the highest priority."

"Secondly, according to intelligence, the evil lord Bandertal has his own private heretic soldiers. Those terrible individuals called Runekeepers can predict movements to a certain extent, and some can even dodge projectiles, which is similar to the Eldar, but not as fast."

"When encountering those soldiers, give priority to the Catachan troops or Astartes to deal with them. In the absence of elite troops, give priority to heavy firepower coverage. So far, I wish you all good luck in martial arts!" After he finished speaking, he raised his wine glass and kettle, and finally toasted the people who were going to die.