Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"It's this feeling of coldness again..." Shivering unnaturally, Lin Fan hugged his body tightly, trying to make the cold retreat.

Perturabo looked at Lin Fan's suddenly uncomfortable look and asked about the situation. When he learned that Lin Fan felt cold, he curled his lips and smiled disdainfully.

"Your jokes are so bad. You were sent to the void by a bomb and didn't even tremble. Now you're trembling?"

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

"Peeping?" Perturabo remembered the huge eyes he had always seen before, "Then I am still familiar with them."

Perturabo responded and then went about his work. He's using laser welding and arc clamps to repair damage to a cast-iron Dreadnought.

Suppressing the resistance of the Weeper is far easier than Perturabo imagined. There is also a pharmacist and a priest in the Shark Chapter to make him more serious, but on the Weeper, a battleship that has been in disrepair, Only the cast-iron Dreadnought he was restoring could be considered a veteran.

The Lamenters Chapter continued to carry forward their misfortune. The Dark Eldar Cabal may have seen the Lamenters as lacking in numbers and equipment, so they targeted the Lamenters as their main target.

The entire battleship was filled with poisonous crystal fragments and smooth gaps left by the penetration of dark spears.

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

Lin Fan was adjusting the potion on the temporary platform Perturabo had made for him, and from time to time he heard the sound of retching and scratching his throat.

"You...traitors!" A curse came. A Lamenter warrior wearing standard Mark 7 power armor was lying on the ground. The toxins from the Dark Eldar were rapidly destroying his ability to move, and even his consciousness began to change. Gotta be blurry.

After coughing hard several times, the soldier didn't know how he had the strength to hold himself up, and barely raised his head to look at the work of Lin Fan and Perturabo.

"Traitor! You should... die!"

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

"I really don't know how you can become a chapter leader at your level." Perturabo said coldly. The strength of the chapter leader of this Weeper Chapter is simply low. His combat experience and physical fitness are both low. Inadequately, entrusting the fate of the Chapter to such a person is simply nonsense.

The Weeper Chapter Leader no longer had the energy to reply. He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, his vision becoming increasingly blurry, and muttering something like an apology.

Lin Fan's potion was finally prepared. He walked up to the chapter leader and took off his helmet. A melancholy and sad face appeared in front of Lin Fan.

This face exuded a strong sense of sadness, which was much stronger than the melancholy aura on the Raven Guard that Lin Fan had ever seen.

Prying open the closed mouth of the Chapter Leader, Lin Fan poured the medicine in, and then poured it in one by one to the other severely injured and unconscious wailers.

Lin Fan sighed after doing all this. The number of people in the Lamenters Chapter is really too small now. Before Perturabo had finished repairing the injured Dreadnought, he had already filled all the wounded with medicine.

The third company of the Man-Eating Shark Chapter suffered heavy casualties, but they were only half of a company of more than a hundred men.

But looking at the Wailers with only 120 warriors left, Lin Fan felt that this should be the entire combat strength of their battle group.

Since time traveling, Lin Fan has only come into contact with the original battle group, which is the parent group of countless sub-groups of Space Marines.

Such as Space Wolves, White Scars, and Raven Guard.

These Chapters were once glorious legions, fighting in the mighty Great Crusade and marching in the glory of the Emperor.

Even if they suffered unimaginable damage and blows, their family wealth was still there.

The mother planet that has been operating for dozens of centuries, the recruiting worlds in the surrounding galaxies, and the Mechanicum that has signed ancient treaties will all provide help to these mother groups.

Whether it is Kaiser White Fang or Kosaro Khan, their equipment can be said to be luxurious. And this kind of luxurious and ancient equipment is not an extremely scarce thing for their war group. The arsenal and the Mechanicus will provide them with a steady stream of supplies.

But for other eighteenth-line battle groups whose grandma does not love their uncle, the equipment on Kaiser White Fang is enough for them to treat it as an heirloom left by their ancestors.

Just like the poor Astral Legion cannot even hold a laser gun, the Space Marine Chapter will also have a huge gap in hard power due to various reasons.

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

Just look at this Weeper Chapter, not a single piece of Terminator Power Armor. Lin Fan has never seen one of the Blood Angels' characteristic weapons, the power sword decorated with blood drops.

The melta pistol, which Perturabo regarded as rubbish, has become a luxury weapon that only chapter leaders can equip.

The structure of the entire war group is on the verge of collapse, and there are also many gaps in gene seeds.

After the Horus Heresy, it was like the Empire prepared for the rebellion of the mortal army by splitting the mortal legions that could fight together into small legions with a single component. The Space Marine Legions also went through the same split to avoid another massive Space Marine rebellion.

Each chapter should be limited to about 1000 men and consist of ten combat companies. If you exceed this standard, you will be held accountable and even labeled as a heretic and traitor.

Most chapters are unable to meet this standard, either due to financial reasons, difficulties in recruiting new soldiers, insufficient equipment supplies, or because of defective gene seeds, which makes the success rate of the operation extremely low.

Of course, if it is a powerful and high-status war group such as the Space Wolves and White Scars, the Inquisition and the Ministry of Justice say that they cannot afford to offend them, and they will turn a blind eye and will not give these war groups The preparation is nitpicking. .

The battle group consists of ten companies, each company consists of ten squads and a command group. The size of a team ranges from 5-10 people, one of whom is a non-commissioned officer.

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

The first company is a veteran company, composed of an uncertain number of elite veterans, including vanguards specialized in melee combat and rearguards specialized in heavy weapons. They are the most powerful warriors in the Chapter. Each warrior has great military exploits, and they can also assemble the best weapons of the Chapter.

When the Emperor and Russ competed, the Emperor never ate or drank from Russ, but the Emperor knocked Russ down with one punch.