Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Late at night.

Troop carrier, in the living room of the veterans.

The living room of this six-person room is rusty and filled with the stench of sweat.

The veterans' snoring is deafening, and there is an occasional long fart. It is obvious that they sleep well.

For these veterans, such a residence is already an extremely high-quality and safe sleeping environment.

At least they don't have to sleep in a place full of roaring artillery, roaring aliens, and chaotic murmurs, and they have to worry all the time whether they will be killed in their sleep.

Experienced veterans will take the opportunity to rest as much as possible on the way to the battlefield.

Because after the troops arrive at the battlefield, the opportunity to rest is pitifully small, and this may be their last chance to sleep well.

However.

Someone in the living room can't fall asleep.

Delaining opened his eyes and looked at the rotten and creaking iron plate on the upper bunk, a little worried that this thing can't support the strong man on it.

In the past, he could fall asleep at this time.

But since he knew that he was about to go to the Apocalypse-level battlefield, he began to suffer from insomnia.

It was not out of fear, but a pity that his wish to live to the age of eighty and be on the longevity list of the Conserquit Guards could not be realized.

"If the commander was here, I should be able to live longer, but unfortunately we were caught by the conscripts..."

The stormtrooper tossed and turned, gritting his teeth: "If I can come back alive, I must make the bastard who recruited me* eyes bloom!"

According to the normal procedures of the Empire.

These soldiers who have just finished a battle and whose injuries have not been treated will not be sent to a new battlefield so soon.

But who made him unlucky enough to encounter an Apocalypse-level war and happened to be found by the conscripts.

Delainin was just complaining.

He knew that his hope of returning was slim, and there was a high probability that he would die for the Emperor.

I hope He will be merciful and let my soul return to the throne, instead of drifting to the chaotic void to suffer...

Delenin moved his mechanical hand again, but the machine soul still didn't get better, the joints were stiff, and the interface was slightly painful.

Such a problem is likely to reduce his chances of survival on the battlefield.

But now there is no one to repair it.

The soldiers of the entire ship were crammed in randomly, there was no logistics at all, and food was only distributed once today, and many people were already hungry.

"It's good to have something to eat..."

Delenin sighed.

He clearly felt that the logistical supplies of the Star Army were getting less and less.

Occasionally, those foods would turn green and purple, mixed with some strange bones and minced meat, which was disgusting.

The veterans could feel the increasingly difficult predicament of the empire through the logistical supplies of the Star Army.

He didn't think about it any further, these were not issues that a soldier should consider.

Dreinin couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply got up and went to the chemical toilet to solve his personal problems.

However

He had just walked out of the smelly chemical toilet when something strange happened.

The cabin shook violently, causing him to hit the wall violently. The other people on the bed were also twisted and many people fell directly from it.

"Emperor, what happened!"

"Damn it, have we reached the battlefield?"

The veterans quickly got up, found their weapons and held them tightly in their hands, ready to deal with the next battle at any time.

Delaining also found his heat ray volley gun and quickly sorted out all his personal equipment.

"Our ship has stopped!"

He could sense that the ship had no signs of sailing forward.

Suddenly.

A sharp alarm sounded, the warning lights flashed, and the cold red light swept across the solemn faces of every veteran from time to time.

Before everyone could react, the sound generator sounded, and the commander issued an order to the entire ship:

"Attention, attention!

I am Commander Raul. The following is an urgent order. All soldiers must follow the commander to the deck immediately. Repeat, all soldiers must follow the commander to the deck immediately. Act immediately!

May the Emperor be with us!"

Boom--

The thin iron door was kicked open.

The company commander shouted at this side at the door: "All soldiers, take your weapons and follow me to the deck, otherwise you will be tried by military law!"

He kicked open another door and repeated the same words.

It seems that the situation is indeed a bit urgent.

Delenin, like other veterans in the room, followed the temporary commander without any hesitation.

In fact.

At least one-third of the soldiers on this ship did not have a complete organization, and they were all temporarily organized together.

Fortunately, the Military Affairs Department still tried to organize the soldiers and formed a basic command system, at least not to let the soldiers be like headless flies.

At this moment.

The corridor of the ship gradually became crowded, and more and more soldiers followed the crowd to the nearest landing deck area.

Delainin held his gun tightly and followed the crowd.

He knew that he had to walk at least one kilometer to reach the landing deck.

In the tense atmosphere, the stormtrooper thought quietly.

Are these people about to be thrown into that terrible battlefield?

Suddenly.

Delainin saw a familiar figure, his face showed anger, and the mechanical arm grabbed his shoulder:

"Asshole, I finally caught you now. Do you still recognize me, grandpa?!"

He could never forget this face.

It was this guy who led a heavily armed recruiting force and recruited himself and his brothers in the company from their hospital beds and onto this ship.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

The former recruiting officer was a little flustered and at a loss, and obviously no longer remembered the storm trooper in front of him.

The robotic arms gradually tightened, making his bones creak.

But he also thought of something, endured the pain and said with a grimace: "If you are here to take revenge on me, then you have found the wrong person, and I will follow the order.

Look at me, I'm on this ship too, what else do you want..."

After the call-up by the Ministry of Military Affairs was over, they were packed into the ship along with the call-up troops.

Such abnormal behavior.

This former recruiter, now a recruit, realized the seriousness of the matter. The horror of the upcoming war may be far beyond his imagination.

Delainen squeezed it hard and then let go, without any thoughts of revenge.

After all, the orders came from the Military Affairs Ministry.

These people have no better way to complete their tasks.

As for blaming the Ministry of Military Affairs?

The enemy of mankind is threatening to destroy the empire's territory. If we don't summon an army to resist, will we just watch those worlds perish?

The war between humans and Chaos, and the alien race of humans, is a life-and-death war. There is no room for compromise, and no one can stay out of it.

He has seen with his own eyes the suffering of the planet being destroyed under the trampling of human enemies, and he also hopes that his hometown will be invaded.

Can get support from the empire.

This is why veterans are still fighting.

They obey the orders of the Ministry of War, but their loyalty is to the Emperor and they fight for the entire Imperium of Man.

If you want to blame, blame those damn aliens and heretics!

not to mention.

The guy in front of him was about to embark on an apocalypse-level battlefield just like himself, and his death was approaching.

Delainen patted the other party's shoulder heavily:

"Asshole, you'd better take away even one enemy before you die. Don't waste this equipment!"

He didn't think this guy could survive ten minutes on the battlefield, and he just hoped that the other party wouldn't waste his equipment.

Even the cheapest equipment of the Astra Militarum has the blood and tears of many Imperial citizens behind it. Those are the bloody tithes.

After saying that, he grabbed the gun and continued walking forward without looking back.

soon.

Delainen followed the team to the landing deck, which was already brightly lit and noisy.

Landing port.

There were small landing ships parked one after another. The signs on the ships were a bit unfamiliar. You could vaguely see the golden sun and the golden warriors with wings on their backs.

He can be sure.

These landing ships are not from this ship, nor from any regiment that I know.

Maybe the local army?

The territory of the empire is so vast.

Even if a scholar who specializes in studying the composition of the imperial army spends his whole life, there is no way to be familiar with all the military heraldry.

After the landing ship was fully loaded, it immediately sailed away through the landing port, the tail flame of the engine creating a strong wind.

"Get aboard quickly!"

The officers held down their military caps and roared at the top of their lungs, asking their soldiers to board the ship as soon as possible.

Delaining didn't have much time to think, so at the urging of his superiors, he jogged all the way to the landing ship despite the strong wind.

After a while.

The landing ship took off and headed for the unknown area.

Like other veterans, he held a gun in his arms and huddled in the cabin, calmly facing the coming fate.

Landing on deck.

The boarding operations of the Astra Militarum troops are still proceeding in an orderly manner. The nearly one million soldiers on this troop transport ship have to go to unknown destinations in this way.

If a soldier with good vision looked up at the dome above, he would be able to see a huge thing in the void above the troop carrier.

The shadow it formed completely covered several troop carriers below.

It can be seen.

It was a huge ship more than ten miles long, and it looked a bit bloated. What was even more strange was that it did not have any ship-based weapons.

now.

Arriving above the Empire's small troop transport fleet was the very large troop transport ship from the Savior's territory.

The Ship Research Institute of the Erth Mechanicus specially modified this type of special transport ship based on the needs provided by the Savior.

Its ship does not contain any space-occupying weapon systems, and the ship is covered with many space modules to obtain more loading space.

This is a ship without any attack power, a target in space.

The only advantages are its large space, fast speed and strong defense. The double void shields installed inside are enough to deal with most attacks.

The optimal number of people loaded on such a ship is 30 million, and 100 million people can be crammed into it under extreme conditions.

It's almost like a space city.

Normally.

When super large troop carriers set sail, they will arrange fleet escorts.

With the help of its strong defense capabilities, the fleet will generally not have any major problems until it is destroyed.

In order to get the Astra Militarum to Baal as quickly as possible.

The Savior sent more than twenty super-large troop transport ships to come to the rescue and pick up the soldiers on the small troop transport fleet in advance.

The reason why the atmosphere is so tense.

Because Tyran had attacked and destroyed several small troop transport fleets of the Empire, they had to transfer people quickly to avoid possible fatal threats.

In the boundless starry sky.

Dense landing ships flew into the landing port of the super-large troop transport like a swarm of bees...

——

Super-large troop transport.

Landing hall.

The landing cabin landed on the apron, and the cabin shook slightly.

Delainin's body shook with the ship's body, and he immediately came to his senses and held his weapons tightly.

He didn't know what kind of terrible battlefield was waiting for him next.

But strangely, he hadn't heard any roar of artillery fire until now, and could only hear some electronic sounds occasionally.

Soon.

The hatch opened, and he and other veterans walked down.

In an instant.

Delainin breathed in extremely fresh air, instead of turbid gas filled with oil, dust and various odors that had been circulated millions of times.

Then.

He was shocked by everything in front of him.

It was a huge square about two kilometers in size, with a huge statue of a 20-meter-high, plated with gold in the center, and huge flags of honor and military merit hanging around it.

The bright built-in light strips illuminated this new and neat area as bright as day.

The sudden light made him squint.

Draven tried to see the words on the more than ten-meter-high honor flag. He saw some words intermittently and read them out softly:

"Savior, Storm Group Army..."

The storm soldier reacted and arrived at the area ruled by the savior.

The newly returned savior, the Primarch of Hope, was not as famous as the Regent and the Primarch of the Ultramarines, and was feared by the Empire.

But the deeds of that existence still swept the Empire.

Many senior veterans had heard of his legend.

The savior returned at the time of crisis of the human empire to save the world.

His achievements include:

Assisting the Regent to save Macragge and expelling the hateful and powerful demon Kahaban.

In the Battle of the Moon, he joined forces with the Regent to expel the traitor Primarch Magnus.

The latest news is that he defeated a powerful demon demigod and saved the Chaladon region.

The return of the savior brought more hope to the human empire.

He finally knew.

The great existence that the Krieg warriors had said before, to follow, turned out to be the savior.

Delainin looked at another military merit banner, and the content on it made him a little stunned: "Storm Group Army Commander Yari, driving the Knight Mech to destroy the Chaos Titan?"

He couldn't imagine.

What kind of legendary warrior can control the Knight Mech to defeat the legendary mountain-like terrible abomination machine.

"What are you doing, gather quickly!"

Just when Delainin wanted to continue watching, the commander pushed him from behind.

A new assembly order arrived.

He had to follow the veterans to the square to assemble.

When the Astra Militarum assembled, the sacred hymn sounded, and the huge shadow of the savior tens of meters high appeared in the square.

The Savior's voice resounded in the square like thunder. His short and powerful speech was full of respect for the soldiers, praising their bravery and loyalty.

Every word was as powerful as gold and stone, inspiring everyone present.

He promised to be with the soldiers.

The appearance and encouragement of the Emperor's own son and the Primarch of Hope were like the dawn penetrating the darkness and illuminating the hearts of the soldiers.

They witnessed a great legend with their own eyes, and the tension gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented excitement and strength.

"For the Emperor, for the Savior, for the glory of the Empire!"

The shouts of the Astra Militarum soldiers shook the sky.

Drainen's depression was swept away, and he excitedly performed the Sky Eagle Salute with everyone, praising the great Savior.

Fight to the death!

But what they didn't know was.

It was just a virtual projection video. There were too many related videos in the database of the State Church and the Propaganda Department to deal with different occasions.

The Savior had too many things to deal with, and it was difficult to take care of a small troop transport.

After the Savior's figure disappeared, the person in charge of the troop transport came out to speak and told the soldiers present.

Due to the needs of the battle.

All the soldiers here must be reorganized and incorporated into the new command system.

After that.

Many drones similar to the servo skulls flew down from the sky.

In fact.

Those are the servo skulls of the Savior's territory. Their internal structure is similar to that of the Empire's servo skulls, but the appearance is more beautiful and comfortable, and the manufacturing materials have also changed.

Some kind of light material like ivory is used. After all, the Savior's territory cannot get so many skulls.

The servo skull scans the nameplate and face of each soldier and enters their identity.

Then give them a new card.

That is their new identity certificate, which has their number, name, and head portrait on it. The chip built into the card has their identity data, including relevant information about the new unit they belong to.

These data are directly entered into the population database of the Savior's territory, which means that these soldiers were issued ID cards and household registration on the spot.

Unless they resolutely turn away from the Savior in the future, they will be the population of the Savior's territory.

There are many elite warriors among these Star Army, especially the Cadian Blitzkrieg, Catachan Jungle Warriors, Krieg Death Corps, etc.

The Savior does not want to miss these warriors, these high-quality warrior population, especially those veterans.

It will further enhance the combat effectiveness of the Storm Group Army.

In fact.

The Military Affairs Department forced these soldiers into the ship and transported them here, but they did not expect them to return alive.

There is no return procedure at all.

What's more.

The Savior's territory is extremely eager for population.

Whether it is the logistics system, engineering troops, mining department, mechanical maintenance department, and large and small civilian institutions in the territory, a large population is needed to maintain operation.

The number of personnel required for the logistics system alone is more than ten times the number of military personnel.

And it is still developing at a high speed.

If you want to achieve the logistics that the Savior hopes to achieve and can meet the support needs of the Empire, the number of personnel required will be extremely terrifying.

Delainin also got his identity card, according to the staff.

That is his ID card.

After the entry procedure is completed.

Under the guidance, he and other soldiers boarded the rail transportation vehicle called subway inside the ship and went to the camp residence where the troops were located to rest.

Sitting in the bright and clean subway, Delainin felt overwhelmed for the first time.

Everything that just happened surprised him.

He had realized that he was on a ship, but everything in front of him was so familiar and strange.

Here he was familiar with the imperial eagle and sacred sculptures.

But the overall decoration and architectural style were different from the dark and bloody tone of the empire, making people feel comfortable and full of vitality.

That was the building and decoration style that the Savior's territory had explored for a long time and finally determined.

The rail transportation vehicle called subway was very fast.

Delainin had just sat down when he heard the destination prompt, and he quickly got up and got off.

Many people got off the car like him.

But more soldiers stayed in the subway, and their camp was still at the next destination.

Finally, Delainin arrived at the camp and found his living room.

Different from the residence provided by the empire.

This room is so clean and bright. The four beds have a full set of green bedding. The cool breeze proves that the temperature control system is installed here.

On the wall are the ten rules of the army, which everyone must abide by.

One of them is.

After waking up, you must fold the bedding according to the regulations as soon as possible.

There will be a special military service soldier to check.

On the table is a thin paper manual, which carefully explains the use and precautions of various facilities in the room in Low Gothic.

"There is a shower room here?"

Delainen was a little surprised and a little happy.

He hasn't done any body cleaning for more than three months.

Unless he is on some planets with good conditions, or colonies with undamaged environments and rivers, he will have the opportunity to take a good bath.

The stormtrooper took off his equipment and went into the bathroom to take a good bath.

But he felt a little distressed while washing.

Because the water coming out of the shower is high-purity clean water without any odor, even as drinking water on ships, it is of high grade.

The richness of the resources in the Savior's territory shocked Delainin.

When he came out wrapped in a bath towel, he was surprised to see three other familiar figures.

He had seen these warriors in the prayer room before: the Cadia veteran, the Catachan tough guy, and the silent Krieg warrior.

It seems that they were assigned to the same unit and lived together by coincidence.

This situation puzzled everyone.

Their fighting styles were somewhat different, and it was impossible for them to be in the same formation under normal circumstances.

But everyone also vaguely guessed.

Maybe because they were veterans of hundreds of battles, they were transferred out separately to form some new assault force.

The Military Affairs Department occasionally did this when the war was fierce. The commander would organize a mixed veteran suicide squad to complete a difficult mission.

Afterwards.

The servo skull sent new information.

These veterans of hundreds of battles were told.

They will have the honor of becoming a new type of savior's unit, using personal combat suits called power armor to participate in the battle.

In fact.

The new equipment in the ground experiment state is called the universal mortal combat armor...