Chapter 65: The "Greenskinned" Leader of the Fourth Regiment, Alan Bair

Since things got better, the staff officer rarely had free time. Ruming, he was having dinner with his second lieutenant, who was now a lieutenant colonel.

When the pan was frying butter, it made a sizzling sound and the aroma of coal was unnoticed. Times have changed, and it is hard to imagine that Xuan Ruming, a recruit at that time, was no longer a regiment-level cadre.

The staff officer used scissors to cut off the fat from the Glocks steak, and cooked it with butter and black pepper until it was about 70 to 80% cooked.

Alan Bair looked there. It was a nice place to live, full of sunshine and green plants, but it was not as big and wasteful as other noble mansions. The consultant said that he was not used to the beautiful architectural style of the empire, so he I built that cabin on the second floor.

He and his soldiers built it with their own hands. Even though there were many places that were not perfect, such as the crooked pillars, Alan Bair had to comment that the staff's home was more cozy than the Planetary Governor's Castle.

Alan Bayer couldn't help but sigh when he saw the steak being served with lemon. "He really thinks that with my status, I shouldn't use my legs to cook."

He cut into a small piece of juicy steak and chewed it gently. The soft and tender meat was sent by countless people in the empire. It was transported through subspace and grew up in an agricultural world. It was born. Earth is hundreds of thousands of light years away...

The staff officer didn't answer anything, so he put his dinner next to him, leaned against the wooden dining table and started writing on the vellum.

Alan Baier swallowed the meat and asked. "Astra Militarum standard format, A4? What should I write?"

The staff officer replied. "His discharge form."

Alan Beyer asked. "Do I want to leave?" He put the tableware down gently. He was wrong about the man who was both a teacher and a friend. His feelings had always been complicated.

The staff officer shook his head. "His service period is very long, and he is used to writing documents. However, he does plan to retire early. He plans to travel in the galaxy for the rest of his life. Can he become a rogue trader, or can he simply walk around? Walk."

"His first stop was Valhalla, then Holy Terra..."

The staff officer placed himself in an infinite fantasy, but Alan Bayer said. "Stop writing it. It's really unlucky. Didn't you know that people who write things like that in literary and artistic works will die dramatically?"

"That's called foreshadowing. It's a hint to the audience about the fate of that character. It's a very classic kicking technique."

The staff officer moved his legs. "What is the fate of life? Just like war, there are suddennesses and accidents. He didn't think there was any "foreshadowing" when Lieutenant Colonel Avada left, soldier."

The staff officer made a "" sign with his legs, that is, bending his index and middle fingers next to his cheek to ridicule someone's whims...

"There will be no war, at least not for that period of time. The captain is helping them check and patrol Mandeville Point, do you understand?"

"Unless the enemy can travel without using subspace, they will not be able to detect the enemy. Even if the enemy reaches their orbit, the firepower of the Lunar-class cruiser will definitely be enough."

The staff officer was an old general who was on the stage. Alan Bair could not deny that there was no so-called foreshadowing in life, and everything was unexpected and stupid.

He cut his own steak and chewed it tastelessly, because there were too many people who came to that world without going through the warp, Necron, Eldar webway, Greenskin jump...

They finished dinner, drank tea, walked on the ground floor to eat, and walked in the garden. At this moment, they had to mention that the starry sky in that world was very beautiful, with many stars. Without a zenith on the ground floor, it was even more difficult to see. beauty.

In the forest in the distance, creatures like pterodactyls flew in the air from time to time. The decaying vegetation and the hot and humid air gave the place a feeling of being in another world.

Whenever Alan Bayer thought about whether he could save Donglai from that world, he would be even more amazed at her beauty.

But if the situation is clear, the two senior officials will have a little free time in the morning. Red Sky has the training of new recruits and the handover of materials from other worlds, which is a good thing, but they can't fight for it with a mountain of corpses. , will naturally feel bored.

They hope even more that they can die of boredom, because peace is more precious than war, and it shines like a gem in the dark universe.

The staff officer looked at the sky and asked suddenly. "That star shines so brightly, does it feel a bit unnatural?"

Alan Bayer looked in that direction and saw two stars, one large and one small, shining at each other constantly, as if they were chatting, which made people feel very romantic.

But such things can only be considered romantic if they are seen outside the atmosphere, because the shining lights are not the so-called stars, but the mutual reflections of the Moon-class cruiser Bordeaux and the Ghost of Destruction.

When countless light spears, large-scale melts, and even more exaggerated things shone in the faint light of the star in the endless dark void, the captain of the Bordeaux moon-class cruiser stood on the bridge and looked at the terrifying heretic battleship. The ship's database (a pile of parchments) could almost find the name of the battleship as quickly as possible (about two hours).

The captain quickly understood that what was more terrifying was not the huge size and pitch-black appearance of the battleship, but its master, the Black-Hearted King, the traitor to the Space Marines, Huron.

The gleam of the void shield illuminated the imperial steel that made the battleship, and the space of tens to hundreds of kilometers was illuminated brightly. However, the side light spear of the moon-class cruiser did not pose a great threat to the other side.

If Huron had not needed the Mechanical Sage, I am afraid that all the firepower of the 7-kilometer-long Ghost of Destruction would have destroyed the entire moon level in an instant.

But the captain of the Bordeaux was very smart. He deliberately let the warships of the Mechanicum surround him. He instantly noticed that the enemy was wrong about it, and because of the greed of the Mechanicus STC, there was no doubt that it was not possible. What traitors to the Empire have in common.

Mechanical Magus Data Artisan Griza Darax appeared on the communication screen, her almost emotionless words revealing her disgust for Chaos, and her servo skull loved those things.

"Captain, thank you for your support. The light of Ohm Messiah shines, but the machine soul of his battleship is trembling. The Heretic's attack has prevented him from carrying his reactor, and the battleship Rumin cannot enter sub-light speed travel."

That's good news. The captain nodded, saluted, turned off the monitor, and then calmly shouted to the others.

"Continue shooting, the Astropath sends a signal to the east, please prepare orbital artillery support. They are fighting and retreating, preparing to reach the ground orbital level."

There is no doubt about the captain's combat effectiveness. Even using a Mechanicus battleship as a cover is not a smart choice. However, he seems to have forgotten one thing, and that is that there is no counterattack in the Gondvar VI world in the Gondvar sub-sector. Orbital Firepower.

When such news fell to the ground command center, intermittent sounds came from Alan Beyer's radio.

After giving a rough report of the situation in the void, Alan Bayer's face turned pale because he heard the words "orbital support". What orbital support did he use? Use TM's laser gun?

The staff officer also showed a bitter expression, and Alan Bayer thought about it for a long time and pressed the radio button. "Answer him, orbital support will take 3 hours to be ready!"

the staff officer asked. "Where did my weapons come from?"

Alan Bayer can say. "The Immortal has his own clever plan."

When that information returned to the void, the void shield of the Moon-class cruiser was paralyzed. The battleship about five kilometers away was severely hit, with a lot of lightning flashing out, and the loss of personnel was also quite terrible, but the captain remained calm. , slowly approaching the direction of the world.

In the absence of sublight speed, they can be beaten continuously, but they must not close the distance between the enemy and him, otherwise they will encounter the most terrifying gang war in the world.

He has done all he can, and those who are left can pray to the Emperor...

At this moment, in the ship of the Ghost of Destruction, the Black-Hearted King was chatting with his subspace pet Hamadria. The twisted and terrifying thing stood on his shoulder, like a pirate from the ancient Terra era.

"They're done praying. He likes to shoot with cannons and destroy them even more."

Huron stroked his pet's dongba hard. If that place was not a dongba...

But that kind of leisurely mood cannot last for too long. During the long tug-of-war period, the dimensional blacksmith, Armenius Vartex, is reporting to his master. His vocal cords seem to have been greatly damaged. He can be relied on tomorrow. Implants to keep your voice coming through normally.

"My lord, the enemy is approaching the orbit of a world. They may not be able to face the defense force of the wrong orbit."

The Black-Hearted King looked at the turquoise gem in the distance. "They beg to land, right? If they land in the endless war in the void, the flames of war will continue to burn into the port. Death in the void will be obviously more gentle."

Armenius Vartex nodded. He did not dare to disobey his master too much, but he still answered.

"The enemy doesn't have much orbital defense power. It's like a garden world. They can land directly at the star port of the enemy's capital and crush those mortals with the power of countless war brothers."

The Black Heart King thought for a moment, and his superhuman thoughts came up with many ideas in an instant. For example, the enemy Coco had quite powerful firepower, but he could not give up that idea and approach the enemy's core area directly.

"Valtex, follow my plan. He will not restrict me too much. He believes that any brother who follows him is strong and wise. He can hand over the war to us."

"But remember, don't let him down, Valtex!"

Valtex knelt down on one knee and expressed his respect to his master. Then the Black Heart King also withdrew from the command point and handed over the affairs of the east to his capable generals.

Many commanders do not have such courage and determination. There is no doubt that Huron can be so successful in the maelstrom where all the heroes gather. There must be something unique about it, and whether it is just tyrannical is untenable.

Soon the Rune Blacksmith demonstrated his terrifying abilities. Countless data streams were connected to his mind, and all firepower and shields became his own game.

But this will not improve the overall firepower and shield capability, but will also increase the performance of the Destruction Ghost. It will also consume a lot of energy to connect the machine soul to the Runesmith. In this case, the Destruction Ghost will be like rushing The sheep's shepherd dog brings the battlefield closer to the orbit of the planet step by step.

Three hours was a matter of seconds in a battleship battle, but the Moon-class cruiser's shields had already been paralyzed, and the powerful composite metal could not withstand the sustained bombardment.

Ruming's moon-class cruiser was like a whale half-eaten by sharks in the ocean. Its body was in tatters and it was dragging a large amount of scrap metal towards the orbit.

Among the massive losses of ship hulls, there were tens of thousands of loyal Imperial Navy members, and cold corpses and iron were floating in the void.

At this moment, the mechanical sage's data actually read a trace of sadness, but she was not feeling uncomfortable because of the death of the imperial soldiers, but she felt the cry of the machine soul of the moon-class cruiser.

In comparison, the death of tens of thousands of people can ensure the safety of the STC, which is definitely worth it, but the loss of the cruiser will make the mechanical sage heartbroken!

The captain looked at the green garden world in the east, feeling even more impatient. He begged for two more salvos, then the structure of the battleship would completely collapse.

The ghost of destruction will not wait. The claws of the stars, the blood-red pirates of the Ming Dynasty, and the ruthless spears of light are fired. In just a moment, hundreds of people and hundreds of millions of kilograms of iron are instantly dispersed in the void.

shouted the Bordero's chief astropath. "The battleship has lost more than 50%, and the light spear battle column can no longer be activated!"

In comparison, the Destruction Ghost's shields were shining brightly, and the desperate battle was probably not like this.

When the evil battleship once again gathered terrifying force, the captain shouted into the communicator. "Everyone leaves the transport ship and enters the planet's orbit. They need to leave and continue working for the empire, but no, the Bordero will live forever!"

Then he turned off his communicator, or all communication equipment on the bridge, and silently looked at the terrifying Chaos Space Marine flagship in the distance.

The captain of the empire, with the ship and the people present, turned on full power, and the remaining half of the ship drove the sublight engine at the fastest speed, preparing to die with the traitors!

But a moment later, a huge shell fired from the surface of the world, was it an anti-rail gun?

Dozens of violent impacts hit the Ghost of Destruction, which had not paid attention to the orbital attack of the planet. The powerful energy instantly overloaded the shield of the Ghost of Destruction. The Rune Blacksmith hurriedly started the engine to leave the orbit of that world...

On the surface, Alan Bair stood among a cannon made of a lot of garbage, imitating the appearance of an orc and showing off. "I'm NB, I'm the strongest!"

The Astra Militarum in the fourth row had just completed the task of rescuing the green-skinned garbage cannon from the melting field, and they looked at their leader's "performance art" in bewilderment.

There is a terrifying war machine that keeps roaring.

the bold recruit approached the staff officer and asked. "How long have you had these symptoms, Captain?"

The staff officer rubbed Dongba. "Maybe he will become green-skinned?"