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

A foul-smelling, sticky wind swept over the blackened land, and a piece of paper covered in mud was picked up and drifted into the distance with the wind.

The land the paper passed through was full of craters and a large number of pyramid-shaped hills made of corpses, which were excellent seedbeds for the growth of countless mushrooms and cysts.

The paper was picked up by the wind, flying high over the piles of corpses that were spitting out corpse odor and spores, and fell towards the imperial army's position.

The paper was eventually stuck to the observation window of an Imperial command vehicle by the wind, which made Warmaster Rees, who used the window to observe the situation in the distance, unable to continue his actions.

"Clean up this place." The Warmaster dropped these words, and soon a servo skull would float out from the shell of the command vehicle and burn the muddy paper to ashes.

Reese turned and walked towards a closed blast door, which was only a few meters away from him.

He stood at the door, adjusted his clothes, and tried his best to show his optimism about the war situation. Reese knew the importance of inspiring people and the great responsibility that comes with being a general.

"When there is no emperor, they are all counting on you..." Reese said softly to himself, then he puffed up his chest, suppressed his gray face, opened the blast door and walked in.

One of the cores of the Imperial command vehicle, a lively command room appeared before Reese's eyes. The huge and advanced command room was enough to make a seasoned Imperial general's heart flutter. Some generals who have made a name for themselves from backward worlds rely on barbarism and fanaticism to conquer their enemies, but their upper limit is also limited by this brute force. Generals who fail to realize the importance of information communication and overall battlefield deployment will only be able to lead a lifetime. Just a regiment of people serving the Emperor.

The wall on the left is covered with complex pipelines, and below it are 30 non-commissioned officers who are skilled in operating communication devices. They try their best to contact the troops, try their best to overcome the dark whispers constantly coming from the earphones, and at the same time transmit it to other troops. the correct information.

This is not an easy job. There are many people who go crazy under the influence of the dark whispers. Just a moment after Reese entered the room, a communications sergeant showed obvious abnormalities.

呲!

The two senior political commissars patrolling the command room completed their duties. In order to prevent blood from splattering on the advanced equipment, the senior political commissars deliberately used a high-power laser pistol.

Such executions are quick and clean. The only problem is that the burnt smell lingers in the command room for a long time. Then the next communications sergeant filled the vacancy.

On the right is the logic engine. These devices are so complex and mysterious that the people who operate these machines are craftsmen affiliated with the Mechanicus. The servant slave was waiting beside the craftsman, stiffly waiting for the next instruction.

In the middle is a huge metal circular pit, with countless cables and light tubes covered by metal plates engraved with runes. Relying on the dual corrections of the communication device on the left and the logic engine on the right, this metal circular pit is constantly weaving new data with light, and the full picture of Cardia is displayed in front of Reese and other senior officers.

Green symbolizes the Imperial Army, and red symbolizes the enemy. The terrain and defense lines divide the red and green blocks, and what makes the confrontation between the two armies and the deployment of the army more orderly are the black lines all over Cadia.

Reese's eyes flashed with heartache when he saw these black lines on the holographic map, and then he began a new round of deployment.

"Ask Bendict and his armored regiment to advance toward the Blackrock Tower Salient No. 7, and three battle groups from the Narsung Volunteer Army will support their flanks."

"As commanded by the Warmaster."

"How is the youth mobilization in the rear fortress going?"

"Six youth headquarters have been established."

A new force of 600 million.

Reese exhaled. Filling these 600 million people into the trenches can greatly reduce the combat pressure on the front line.

"What about the fleet? Is there any news about the Imperial fleet now?"

"No Warmaster...no news at all. Whether it's the Space Marine fleet or the Imperial Navy, we can't contact them."

After a moment of silence, Reese asked again, "Where is the Astropath?"

"Seven of them died, eight of them were exploded, and nine of them mutated into chaos eggs. The remaining six are also mentally unstable."

"Okay, okay... Your Majesty, we still need to hold on for a while." Reese smiled pretending to be relaxed, and then he encouraged everyone.

Rhys had a strong baritone voice, but his delivery was not great. Reese has commanded too many expeditions and given too many speeches. His heartfelt words have been modified subconsciously, just like the documents stored in an archive. They are very regular and neat, but they are meaningless.

While the Warmaster was speaking, a communication broke through the dark whisper and entered the sergeant's ears. He immediately wrote the message and forwarded it to Reese.

Reese took the document and ended his previous paragraph in exquisite language.

After watching carefully for a few seconds, Reese turned to the adjutant and gave a new order, "Let the armored regiment break through the protrusion of No. 7 Blackstone Tower and continue moving forward, and bring the troops to the foot of Lombath Mountain."

"Warmaster?" The adjutant and other generals were a little surprised. Letting the troops penetrate deep into the enemy-controlled hinterland was tantamount to suicide. At this time, the safest choice would be to let the offensive troops control the salient and establish a defense line, waiting for reinforcements to be filled before continuing to advance. forward.

Of course Reese knew what they were thinking. He just asked calmly, "The Empire's A-level command, do you need me to let you review the A-level command again?"

The generals who were still thinking about what to say quickly fell silent after hearing the order A. They saluted Reese and then returned to their posts to send orders to the troops.

After a moment of silence, Reese added another sentence to the adjutant, "Let six youth commands fill the Fort Michel group defense line and replace the 17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th Krieger Infantry Regiments as well as the 882nd, 9991st, and 9913th Artillery Regiments. Come down and let them accompany the armored regiment in the attack."

"Yes Warmaster."

After doing all this, Reese looked at the holographic map and said nothing for a long time.

......

"Have you found support?" Azrael said slowly while lying on the ground. There was a terrible wound on his Dark Angel armor from his shoulder to his waist. The thick white bones and internal organs were clearly visible from the huge crack.

"Found it." A cold mechanical voice sounded, and a mechanical sage larger than a Space Marine was using dozens of limbs to repair the wounds on Azriel's body.