Chapter 689 Infantry Combat Battalion

"The 37th Regiment currently has 125 million people. Casare, the Redemption Army, Krieg, and the Valhalla Company have become the elite training forces of the regiment. They account for 1% of the regiment's number and are scattered on other planets to train new recruits who meet our requirements."

"So how much combat effectiveness can these new recruits have? Can they catch up with the original Solar Auxiliary Army?" Dorn and Perturabo asked. As the person in charge of defending Terra and attacking Terra, they have a deep impression of the tenacity of the Solar Auxiliary Army.

"Then why don't we have an exercise? The 37th Regiment and the Lamenters will fight and see the result." Lin Fan suggested on the side.

"That will kill a lot of people. If you want to evaluate the real combat capability, you must fight with the determination to die. Any mercy and hesitation in the exercise is a contempt for future wars." Dorn said slowly.

Odemeier said that this problem is easy to solve. After all, the 37th Regiment also needs actual combat to test the training results.

"It just so happens that those Black Templars fill in my lack of space warrior data, which is also a bit useful. Let's go to the training ground of Shisanxiang."

Odemaier got up and left directly after speaking. His straightforward actions made the Primarchs highly praised him.

"It would be great if the officials of the Empire could be as efficient and concise as her." Chagatai sighed.

The entire planet operated under Odemaier's orders. The transport ships parked in the dock landed on the ground and sent the soldiers ready to go to the Shisanxiang training ground.

The Mother of Tears warship of the Lamenters also approached the Shisanxiang training ground under Perturabo's orders.

Shisanxiang is a barren planet without a thick enough atmosphere, so it does not nourish any life.

The only products of the planet are various minerals and the extremely wide and flat plateau area.

The huge mining equipment is like a mobile nest city. The huge drill goes deep into the ground. With the operation of the drill, thousands of tons of broken ore are brought out and sent to the mining equipment for initial processing.

The training ground mentioned by Odemaier is not as large as the mining equipment, but it is enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

The outer shell of the building is made of metal plates and needle towers, which looks like an unprotected brain.

The newly recruited combat battalion of the 37th Regiment fought against the Weepers this time, a standard combat battalion of 100,000 people in Odemaier's eyes. The Weepers under Perturabo's operation also has a scale of 2,000 people. Among them, except for the standard 1,000-man battle group, the rest are all medical tactical companies painted with white armor.

Odemaier made the final adjustments on the console, then she took down the statue and placed it on a small platform. The next second, a golden shield of faith rose up and covered the entire training ground.

"Please everyone stand at your marked positions, and then hold the black nerve bundles extending from the ground to enter the virtual training ground."

The soldiers of the 37th Regiment and the Weepers followed Odmayer's instructions. Hope held the black nerve bundles in his hand and watched the nerve bundles cling to his hand like a spider web, piercing his skin with electric current.

Hope closed his eyes drowsily, and when he opened his eyes next time, he appeared in a nest city in the flames of war.

"In order to make you feel more involved, I have changed your appearance. From the perspective of the other party, you are all Chaos rebels. Next, use all your strength and wisdom to fight, and don't worry about any casualties." Odmayer's voice echoed throughout the battlefield. When her voice disappeared, it was the time for the real exercise war to begin.

This. This is too real.

Hope stretched his hand into the air, and the slight coolness of the wind blowing into the gap between his fingers shocked him.

"Captain, what should we do?" A company commander asked Hope for orders.

"Remember the teachings of the elders. War is an information battle. Let the scouts investigate the situation of the hive first, and then we will consider the next step based on the intelligence obtained."

The Lamenters recovered from the shock. They acted quickly, alert to the surrounding environment, and relied on combat experience to find ambush points and areas that are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The newly formed combat battalion on the other side was not idle either. They had already experienced a virtual training ground in the initial selection. This was the second time for them to enter this holy place that could be called a miracle.

"Huh! Do you all know? This exercise is unusual. We have to fight against the angels of the Emperor, those myths written in books and painted on church glass!" A soldier said nervously. His name was Shitou, a poor man from the bottom of the mining world. Before he joined the army, his memory was only the dim radiation fluorescent light strips and the sparks of the pickaxe hitting the ore.

"Hey, why do you care about that? No matter if he's a demigod or an alien, just kill them all! If anyone dares to make my good days fall, I will fight him to the death!" Another soldier whispered. His name was Xidon, and he came from an agricultural world controlled by the Mechanicus.

The political commissar in the army was very dissatisfied with the noisy buzzing created by the soldiers' whispers. He raised his bolt pistol and fired two shots into the sky, suppressing the soldiers' whispers with the gunshots.

"Listen! You new recruits who have just qualified to join the Great Thirty-Seventh Regiment! This is a war! A war of life and death! Put away all your little thoughts! Fight for the great Emperor and eliminate those traitors who have turned away from the Emperor's light!"

"Yes! Political commissar! Fight for the Emperor!" The soldiers stood up straight and answered loudly. Xiton and Shitou quietly added, "And our respected Great Sage Odemayer."

The soldiers around also heard their additions, but no one reported such remarks to the political commissar. Instead, they nodded gently in agreement.

The entire combat battalion was in motion, and the battalion-level command post was quickly established. The engineers were using various tools to build positions. They covered the command post with a transparent cloth to make it invisible to the naked eye.

Several half-man-high electric towers were built and placed behind the transparent cloth. These electric towers will be responsible for affecting the scanning of electronic equipment.

The engineers did not forget to interfere with the warp sorcery. A double-headed eagle scepter inlaid with black stone stood in the center of the command post. It was generating an inefficient exorcism dead zone to reduce the reliability of the warp sorcery.

"But I can't simulate the things in the warp, so the effect of this black stone double-headed eagle scepter remains to be discussed." Odemeier said lightly.

The solar auxiliary army holding the explosive gun (but they have a more powerful old centurion team above them, personally selected by Malcador)