Chapter 72: The Military Affairs Department's Notice

"Those who give themselves to him will be his best warriors. He will shape them like clay and forge them in the furnace of war."

"They will have steely wills and iron-clad muscles. He will clothe them in great armor and arm them with the most powerful guns. They will not be affected by plague or pestilence, no disease will wither them."

"They will have tactics, strategies and machinery so that no enemy can defeat them in battle. They will be his bulwark against terror. They will be the defenders of mankind. They will be his space marines, and they will know no fear."

--The Lord of Mankind

The mist-like red smoke in the atmosphere of Gondvar VI was not a natural phenomenon, but the traces of burning red phosphorus, the pungent smell and the sapper in the lieutenant's legs turning over the traitors like frying vegetables.

Red phosphorus cannot destroy the powerful alloys of the 40k era, but it is of great use to the mutated flesh and blood of Space Marines. Black substances similar to carapace or chitinous sheets grow on the skin of Space Marines to connect the fiber bundles of power armor, making them agile and as if they were one.

That as if they were one is not literal. Without the help of the Mechanical Magus and the Astartes Fortress Monastery, it is simply a fantasy to want to take off those things.

Ordinary flames have very poor effects on the strong muscles of Astartes, so red phosphorus is the best fuel, cheap, large in quantity, and will not damage the ceramic steel layer.

The lieutenant made a bitter face, covered his nose, and used his legs to constantly turn over some Space Marines who were not well heated, and then calmly buried his shovel head burning with soil.

The soil was burnt brown, and the smell of Space Marines' flesh and blood, mutated, rotten, and very red phosphorus filled that damn place.

"Ugh..." The lieutenant's eyes rolled around, his throat was swirled by three or four thin cotton swabs, and the desire to vomit never stopped.

He would rather live in the bathroom, at least it would be clean and there would be no odor, but what about that?

The Emperor is here, punish him in another way!

When the lieutenant looked at the burning giants, he couldn't help but think that the Space Marines were not as powerful as he had imagined before.

"Ah~"

"Is the Emperor's angel like that? Is the Empire really hopeless..."

The lieutenant sighed and covered his mouth and nose with clothes. He didn't want to get close to there for the time being...

But his sigh was answered. "Of course, the Empire is really hopeless, but the Space Marines are definitely not waste"

Of course, when a person focuses on one thing, he will lack the ability to observe the people around him, and his unfaithful words were also heard by his greatest boss.

When he noticed it, Alan Baier came there at some point, and immediately stood up and bowed, with cold sweat hanging all over his face, because he was lazy just walking around.

Ailanbair looked at the burning red phosphorus pit and waved his legs. "Okay, stop saluting, recruit."

"You can't stand it? The smell of rotting corpses and the body odor of green-skinned orcs during the previous greenskin war was much stronger."

The second lieutenant walked tiredly on the wet ground of the rainforest. "Oh my God, the emperor, Lieutenant Colonel, he really doesn't know how to describe it, is it the smell of death and war?"

Alanbair shook his head. "It's just the smell of corpses and red phosphorus burning together. I have never really seen a battlefield."

The second lieutenant didn't understand. "Isn't the war they fought before real, that group of traitors and theirs?"

Alanbair said while looking at the burning pit. "An enemy without tactical organization is not a war. Command, coordination, and weapons are all useless if they cannot be used in the place where they belong."

"That group of giants is not like that. They have powerful bodies, power armor, explosive bombs, and chain swords, but they can't cover and cooperate with each other. They are just a group of thugs with amazing equipment."

"The blade of the Space Marines is always tactical, and its essential combat power is secondary, but it is easy for people to put the cart before the horse and produce irreversible worship for its power."

"In that dark universe, personal power and personal heroism are destined to go nowhere."

The lieutenant listened fascinatedly, and then asked a question with a little confusion. "Lieutenant Colonel, why did I tell him that?"

Alan Baier rubbed his rustling beard. "Because... he wants to pretend to be very smart in front of others so that he can convince others, okay?"

The lieutenant nodded. Both of them were not stupid. It was obvious that Alan Baier wanted to guide the talented lieutenant, but he couldn't speak. The lieutenant also understood that feeling. They chose to remain silent at the same time.

At the end of the dark forty thousand years, in the first few decades, all the chaos and terror would breed. In comparison, the lieutenant was more worried about whether he could live to the time when he could use the lieutenant colonel's advice.

In his hometown, few people lived past 30, or even 20. He never thought that he could come to the east of the sun. He should have died. If the empire and the emperor needed him, he would linger.

In comparison, although he felt that the lieutenant colonel was an absolute hero, he couldn't understand why he valued himself so much.

But Alan Baier, as a person who had experienced it, naturally knew that they were very similar. The lieutenant had a great future.

The two men looked at the burnt red phosphorus and moved forward together to pick up the corpses. The modified abdomen, stomach, heart, and thickened bones all showed signs of spiritual transformation. Although it was dark, it was obvious how thoroughly they had changed.

The Space Marine is nothing like this. The Emperor's blade, the Empire's honor, and the work of tens of millions of people can create a single killing machine.

The ensign couldn't help but regret that if they served the Empire, God knows how many aliens and heretics would die from bolters and chainsaws.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer said. "Don't be sad, they are traitors. They killed three thousand of their brothers, their former compatriots."

Then he picked out a skull from the pit. The horns sprouted out from the face, and the mouth was no longer human-like. "I don't think such things are worthy of our compatriots?"

The second lieutenant's face was frozen. His terrifying appearance was exactly the same as that of the mutants in the hive, so was he a so-called Space Marine?

Alan Bair continued. "When they leave the light of the Emperor and step into the darkness of the dark side of the universe, they are doomed to tragedy."

"Those evil gods and weird beliefs will destroy them. They are like food wrapped in spider webs, injected with venom, slowly turning into the most delicious meal, but sleeping peacefully in a bed made of spider silk, feeling good. "

"Evil and heretical cannibals will not spit out their bones. Always remember that in that dark universe, the Emperor is the only sun."

"Now, go make him what he needs, Lieutenant!"

The ensign saluted, nodded fiercely, and ran to the place where the Chimera was stagnant, and then the engineering troops began to move and weld the remains of the Astartes armor.

Things are proceeding in an orderly manner, and in the void, the world is not stagnant. The Ministry of Military Affairs in the Pangia sub-sector and the satellite of the agricultural world close to the maelstrom are by no means a peaceful place.

Lieutenant General Makato Katowice, commander of the 1st Armored Regiment of the Astra Militarum Pangia, commander of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Lornegar Gray, and commander-in-chief of the 3rd Army of the Pangia Subsector, was reprimanding him in his tactical department office. A certain former major general during the retreat of Gondwa VI.

"I gave up my own troops and the world I protected. If my family was not prominent and took away most of the imperial officials, he should have shot me. Compared to Lieutenant Colonel Don Alan Bair and that... that other staff officer Loyalty comes from underestimating responsibility."

"Former Major General Nico Nilomu, speaking of which, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer did not deny my application and allowed him to join the Astra Militarum. This can be considered as a mistake."

Nilomu's face was livid. Although his family was prominent and no one in the sub-sector would blame him for his real crime, he could not escape his guilt. Rumor had it that the nobles in the entire sector looked down upon him.

It doesn't really matter if you leave the war zone, but if the soldiers who stayed in the East unexpectedly won the war that the commander judged to be irreversible, the situation changed. That was not a disqualification, but a deserter!

The culture of worshiping force in the empire has a history of thousands of years. If Minnilomu brings shame to the family, it will make him a target of public criticism.

He sighed.

"He knows, my lord, he signed..."

He signed the Gothic sign on the vellum with a picture of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, which meant that he, on behalf of his family, requested to provide the Astra Militarum with 30% of all products in its domain as support for maintaining the Holy War of the Empire.

It also means that the huge family that ruled several worlds has reached the end of its destiny. In fact, Nilomu is already satisfied. According to his behavior, it is not normal even if the Inquisition comes to the door.

He can definitely be suspected of communicating with the green-skinned alien, begging to send the Imperial world to the alien's legs.

When Nilom left, the Lieutenant General looked at the brown paper and put it away cherishedly. Then he smiled and turned on his communicator. "In the morning, prepare Goro steaks and good Bar wine. He wants to get drunk and rest!"

But he is not an ungrateful person. His lucky star lies in that forest world.

He switches channels. "He, Lieutenant General Marcato, is in charge of the Ministry of Finance. Didn't he have extra supplies recorded during that period? That batch of goods was sent to the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment."

"What? I can't find that group? Was it newly built recently?"

"Remember I owe him 30 kilograms of alloy? Now take a closer look at my kraft paper, hurry up!"

"Found it? That's good, send it over now, don't waste a few years!"

"What? Lingke Silence, it's been two months? Is there a subspace problem?"

"Fart, I just came from that world two months ago!"

When the lieutenant general hung up the phone, those rubbish officials knew how to delay. He was usually good-tempered and well-known, but he was so angry that he was so angry. How could there be such an unexpected subspace storm?

unless…

The lieutenant general frowned. The empire was vast and it was normal for something like that to happen, but it would be too outrageous to have something happen to him as soon as he stepped forward!

He picked up the communicator. "He has something to do, don't prepare the wine."

"Has the Golo steak been cooked? Give it to the family pet, he has to be on the boat."

"Remember not to let the servants at home stop working. They took a three-minute break this time and he lost a lot."

He adjusts the channel. "Not the Finance Department? Not him, Lieutenant General Makato, stop messing with those magical things, give him the supplies, and he will take the fleet to deliver them."

"Get the stuff to the port and stop messing with those Lingke communications every day. Now let him expedite that matter!"

After hanging up the communicator, Marcato rubbed his temples. Although there were often problems with Lingke Star Language in the empire, even as a high-level official of the Astra Militarum, he could not live through life and death.

Of course, there are many people from prominent families who come here, but Makato's hometown is not the powerful nobles of the ancient fortress world, but the knight family of the primitive world. He was added to the Star as the 11th tax because he is the 11th eldest in the family. The Boundary Army has been around for almost 20 years.

He obviously doesn't disapprove of those guys who are in the same position. Rather, he has a very accurate sense of what is wrong, which has enabled him to survive again and again and reach the height of Ruming.

Makato was wearing a cloak representing a lord, marked with the military rank of the empire, and the double-headed eagle emblem was shining brightly. As he walked through the corridor of the Ministry of Military Affairs, people looked sideways and saluted. This would deny the majesty of the Imperial Lieutenant General and also let the sub-sector For the first time, the finance department was wrong about the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

The person responsible for that incident, the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, Ru Ming looked at his leg while repairing the car.

When the ensign lay on the Chimera's gun barrel and used a welder to cut open the Chimera's firing point, the electrical engineering full of hive city atmosphere was revealed.

The Adeptus Mechanicus asked whether it would be convenient for other forge worlds to process Chimera. As the chassis of most war engine shrines in the Empire, Chimera would have fairly good modular capabilities.

But the second lieutenant didn't know that he didn't even know how to dismantle the gun barrel, so he used a welder and cutter to get it, and then welded the hot-melt muzzle for urban defense on it.

As for launch?

Well, the second lieutenant is not colorblind. He knows very well that just connect the lines with the wrong colors as usual, blue is wrong with blue, red is wrong with red.

well? Why is there an extra one?

The second lieutenant thought for a while and realized that many devices would have extra lines as backups. Is this definitely the case?

He did have a good idea, but the problem is whether the heat dissipation required by the melt can be maintained by two devices. The Chimera's explosive turret only needs one. Now the problem is also very simple. The scalability coefficient of the melt is much higher than that of the explosive. Okay, cummed too much and the cocoa exploded...

But as the green-skinned boss, Alan Bayer thought about how to use this thing, so he fired it directly at his legs and into the forest.

The unique sizzling sound of the hot melt and the buzzing sound produced by the promethium generator covered up the abnormal sound caused by poor heat dissipation. The violent hot melt light exploded. In the eyes of normal people, Ru Ming's Chimera has transformed into an achievement. A true anti-vehicle weapon.

Most people didn't realize how big a problem it was whether a vehicle could be converted into a turret. At least the technical sage fainted when he saw it, and then lit incense and chanted sutras for the Chimera to appease its burning machine soul.

Alan Bair walked east of the Chimera, patting its thick armor. "Well done, Lieutenant, have I considered going to the Engineering Corps to do armored vehicle maintenance?"

After saying that, the 13 Chimera armored vehicles there all swayed slightly, but the soil in the rainforest was soft, so it might have sunk a little.

The lieutenant shook his head. "Soldiers of the empire only exist to kill heretics when faced with the enemy. Lieutenant Colonel, it is already a great honor for you to let him ride on the Chimera!"

Alan Bair nodded. The transformation of the first and second rows is almost completed now. Since the core heat dissipation and energy source have not been changed, the body and overload have not been changed. According to the character of the Chimera to stabilize the soul of the machine, the start-up has been completed in an orderly manner.

Two terrifying war engine shrines were running in the open space, crushing and smashing the target Space Marine armor.

Ruming's Fourth Infantry Regiment of Cadiz finally has armored strength!

perhaps…

I wonder if that thing can be opened