Chapter 530 Crying Man

"It's that chilly feeling again." Lin Fan shivered unnaturally and hugged himself tightly, trying to get rid of the chill.

Perturabo looked at Lin Fan's sudden discomfort and asked about the situation. When he learned that Lin Fan felt cold, he curled his lips and laughed disdainfully.

"Your joke is too bad. You didn't shiver when you were sent to the void by the bomb, and now you start to shiver?"

"No, you don't understand. This is a feeling of being peeped at by something."

"Peeping?" Perturabo remembered the huge eyes he always saw before, "Then I'm a little familiar with it."

Perturabo responded and then got busy with the work in his hands. He was using laser welding and arc pliers to repair the damage to a cast iron dreadnought.

Suppressing the resistance of the Weepers was much easier than Perturabo had imagined. There was an apothecary and a priest in the Carcharodon who could make him more serious, but on the Weepers, a dilapidated warship, only the cast iron dreadnought he was repairing could be called a veteran.

The Weepers continued to carry forward their misfortune. The Dark Eldar Conspiracy may have regarded the Weepers as the main target of attack because they were insufficient in number and lacked equipment.

The entire warship was full of poison crystal fragments and smooth gaps left by dark spears.

Many Weepers fought bloody battles with the Conspiracy in an injured state, and then were attacked by various vicious weapons. The poison flowed in their bodies, creating painful stone crystal clusters in their internal organs and blood vessels.

Lin Fan adjusted the potion on the platform that Perturabo made for him temporarily, and from time to time he heard the sound of retching from scratching his throat.

"You... traitors!" A curse came, and a Weeper warrior wearing a standard Mark VII power armor was lying on the ground. The Dark Eldar's poison was quickly destroying his ability to move, and even his consciousness began to become blurred.

After coughing a few times, the warrior didn't know how he had the strength to prop himself up, and barely raised his head to look at Lin Fan and Perturabo's work.

"Traitors! You deserve... to die!"

"Say less, the more excited you are, the faster the poison spreads." Lin Fan looked back at the warrior and mixed the water and the old soup.

"I really don't know how you can be the commander of the regiment with your level." Perturabo said coldly. The strength of the commander of the Weeper regiment is so low, with insufficient combat experience and physical fitness. It is simply nonsense to entrust the fate of the regiment to such a person.

The commander of the Weeper regiment no longer has the strength to talk back. He collapsed on the ground, panting, his vision becoming more and more blurred, and muttering words like apology.

Lin Fan's potion was finally ready. He walked to the commander and took off his helmet. A face with melancholy and sadness appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The grief emanating from this face was so strong that it was even stronger than the melancholy of the Raven Guard that Lin Fan had seen.

After prying open the commander's tightly closed mouth, Lin Fan poured the medicine into him, and then poured it into the other seriously injured and unconscious weepers one by one.

After doing all this, Lin Fan sighed. The number of people in the Weepers is too small now. Perturabo had not finished repairing the injured Dreadnought, but he had already poured medicine into all the wounded.

The Third Company of the Carcharodon Regiment suffered heavy casualties, but they were only half of a company of more than a hundred people.

But looking at the Weepers, who now only have 120 warriors left, Lin Fan felt that this should be the entire combat force of their regiment.

Since crossing over, Lin Fan has been in contact with the original chapters, which are the mother chapters of countless Space Marine sub-chambers.

For example, the Space Wolves, the White Scars, and the Raven Guard.

These chapters were once glorious legions, participated in the vigorous Great Crusade, and advanced in the glory of the Emperor.

Even if they suffered unimaginable damage and blows, their family assets are still there.

The mother planets that have been operated for dozens of centuries, the recruiting worlds in the surrounding galaxies, and the Mechanicus that signed the Ancient Treaty will provide assistance to these mother chapters.

Whether it is Kesser White Fang or Khan Korsaro, the equipment on them can be said to be luxurious. And this kind of luxurious and ancient equipment is not an extremely scarce thing for their chapters. The arsenal and the Mechanicus will provide them with a steady supply.

But for other eighteen-line chapters that are not loved by their grandmothers and uncles, the equipment on Kesser White Fang is enough for them to treat as heirlooms left by their ancestors.

Just like the poor Astra Corps can hardly get a laser gun, the Space Marines will also have huge gaps in hard power for various reasons.

Of course, the richest are probably the Dark Angels. God knows how many arsenals the Lion King built during the war.

Just look at the Lamenters, they don't have a single Terminator power armor. Lin Fan has never seen the Blood Angels' characteristic weapon, the power sword decorated with blood drops.

The melta pistol, which was regarded as garbage by Perturabo, has become a luxury weapon that only the Chapter Master can equip.

The structure of the entire chapter is on the verge of collapse, and there are many missing gene seeds.

After the Horus Heresy, just like the Empire was prepared for the rebellion of the mortal army, splitting the mortal legions that could fight together into small legions with a single component. The Space Marines also went through the same splitting process to avoid another large-scale rebellion of the Space Marines.

Each chapter should be limited to about 1,000 people and have ten combat companies. If this standard is exceeded, they will be held accountable and even labeled as heretics and traitors.

Most chapters cannot meet this standard, either because of economic reasons, difficulty in recruiting new soldiers, insufficient equipment and supplies, or because of defects in the gene seed, which makes the success rate of the operation extremely low.

Of course, if it is a powerful and high-ranking chapter such as the Space Wolves and the White Scars, the Inquisition and the Ministry of Justice said that they can't afford to offend, and they all turned a blind eye and would not find fault with the organization of these chapters. .

The chapter has ten companies, each of which consists of ten squads and a command group. The number of people in a squad ranges from 5 to 10, one of whom is a non-commissioned officer.

The standard configuration of a command group is a company commander, two adjutants, a flag bearer, and a champion.

The first company is a veteran company, composed of an indefinite number of elite veterans, including both vanguards specializing in close combat and guards specializing in heavy weapons. They are the strongest warriors in the Chapter, each of them has a great record of military exploits, and they can also be equipped with the best weapons in the Chapter.

When the Emperor and Russ competed, the Emperor had never eaten Russ, nor had he drunk his drink, but the Emperor knocked Russ down with one punch.