The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 285 273. Complete information

When the Avenging Angels set sail from the spaceport, all the people of the Empire saw the shining sun.

This scene is already too familiar to the residents of the space port. These residents who live in a semi-weightless environment see such scenes dozens of times every day. Their ancestors had been living here when it was first built, either as sailors or workers who built the space port. Then they were ordered by the Governor of the Imperial Planet to live here and look after and maintain such a space port.

Descendants of those crews and workers continue to serve this ancient spaceport thousands of years after its construction. After these poor residents have lived and multiplied in this environment for thousands of years, their bones have become more fragile than ordinary people, their muscles have begun to atrophy, and their skin is a little pale, but among the lowest groups like them, , whether they are teenagers or elderly people in their fifties or sixties, they must participate in daily work.

Although fifty or sixty years old sounds very young to some people, it is actually very young among the imperial nobles, because lengthy life-extending surgeries can allow those nobles to live to hundreds or even more than a thousand years old, but for people in the galaxy Suffering countless pains, living to the age of 50 is considered old for human civilians.

The space station is like a small hive, with hundreds of millions of people living in it, with its own order and gangs. In the lush market, the civilians were selling what they considered to be very good products. Some people were selling Astra Militarum energy bars at the grocery stalls. The shiny and shiny rats on the barbecue stalls attracted people. The looks of some diners.

Of course, tailor shops and grain trading stores are the most attractive places. For the suffering civilians, only food and clean water are the most important. The tailor shop can help civilians sew warm clothes. If you still have a little money, you can even go there to exchange for a second-hand spacesuit, so that you can take those dilapidated spacecrafts to the orbit to find some The garbage is sold.

A store owner left after weighing four pounds of wheat starch and some protein blocks. When he was about to buy these, almost everyone present glanced at him. No one thought that this guy would be so rich. .

Compared to other residents here, he lives a very good life, because his business is not selling junk that others don't want. He is an antique shop owner. His shop is in a higher-level area. Some adventurers or scavengers will find some interesting things on the empire border here, and then put them in his shop for sale. He will also go and get them from those guys himself. Buy some things and then sell them. If you can get some technological goods, the Mechanicus will be very happy to pay him a large sum of money.

That's why he can live such a comfortable life. Not many people know how he started his business. The civilians on the space station believe that there are only two possibilities for a civilian to get rich, either because he is lucky, or because he is lucky. The method is cruel enough. Now it seems that this boss probably has everyone he wants. After all, no one who can stay in his store without paying can see the artificial light tomorrow morning.

When the boss took his shopping products and took the elevator to his residential area store on the 672nd floor, there was already a customer waiting inside.

He was wearing a somewhat worn spacesuit and had a box in his arms, which contained a lot of things. The boss glanced at it and said with a smile

"Ah! This strange guest, what kind of goods did you bring?"

After hearing this, the young man smiled and said shyly

"There is nothing good. There are two candlesticks, which may be worth 38k. A holy skull and a holy book of the Holy Church of Sanguinius were also found."

When the boss heard the last thing, he couldn't help but smile on his face. After weighing the goods, he gave the young man 5 imperial gold coins and 30 silver coins. After sending the young man away, the boss returned to his backstage and began to slowly appreciate the new collections.

In other words, a new piece of information.

Half a month later, the news of the departure of the Avenging Angels was put on Yuan Yuan's desk, along with the size of their fleet and the location of the attack. In addition to the intelligence sent by the spies, there is also various knowledge about them from the intelligence department... It is no exaggeration to say that the other party's operation is almost translucent to Yuan Yuan.

After reading the above report, Adjutant Sparks couldn't help but sneered.

"The Imperial people still haven't learned their lesson. That's right. Carrying out a war with great fanfare will only expose its own weaknesses."

The executive officer nodded after hearing this. After all, holding a large-scale mobilization meeting before a war is simply the best example to the other party's intelligence agency, not to mention directly using his own information at his own mobilization meeting. It is even more foolish to state the goal. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to attack the imperial troops on that side, Yuan Yuan would definitely have his fleet take them out directly when they gathered, saving him from having to fight them one by one in the end.

"People will always fail to learn their own lessons, because in the eyes of some people, tradition may be more important, which is the so-called etiquette. Even the so-called Astartes are not immune. After all, the Ascendants of this era Tat itself is an armed force born out of a religious background.”

After hearing his teacher’s explanation, Huo Hua couldn’t help but complain:

"I once saw those religious ceremonies of the state religion during reconnaissance missions. Each time they cost millions of imperial gold coins. To be honest, rather than spending gold coins on such meaningless blessing ceremonies, it is better to improve the soldiers themselves. equipment and rations.

I really don’t understand the Imperials. They obviously have better equipment, just like the Skitarii of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but they never use it for their own soldiers. And food, can you imagine them eating food that tastes like soap to fight us? So this is why their infantry are always beaten to pieces in battles with us. What else can they fight if their equipment is not as good as their own? "

Yuan Yuan sighed after hearing this and said

"Materials cannot determine everything. The spirit of soldiers is also a key factor. Sometimes the material is insufficient, and spirit can indeed be used to supplement it."

Sparks snorted after hearing this and said unceremoniously

"Although material does not determine everything, it is at least the minimum limit of your troops. If the equipment is not good enough, you will definitely not be able to defeat others. Besides, those guys are just wasting. It is completely stupid to use a lot of materials in shamanic rituals. "

Yuan Yuan was a little dissatisfied after hearing this. He really didn't like people denying the spiritual aspect and focusing too much on material things. This would lead to a big fall. He looked at his adjutant and said

"Okay, Sparks, the conversation ends here. Now let's get our troops ready. The enemy is very likely to attack us in two months, and we still don't know the direction and possible attack of the opponent. Plans are all uncertain, and we must be fully prepared to minimize the possibility of failure.”

After hearing the teacher's words, Sparks' attitude immediately changed. The young commander said categorically

"I understand, teacher."

I went to my grandpa’s house to clean in the morning and didn’t finish the coding. I made up for it in the afternoon. I hope everyone can forgive me.