Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 141 03.0140: ‘The Shadow Behind Horatio’

During the fierce battle, Horatio didn’t know that a servo skull was recording his every move, from command to leading the battle.

Before Horatio and Farida boarded the ship, their guards were composed of elites personally selected by Brigadier General Edward Peru.

At the same time, he also gave them a task, which was to use the servo skull to record all the operations of the two as an evaluation record of the key inspection objects.

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"What an impressive command, a counter-attack that can be written into the textbook. It would be great if all the candidates could be like him." Captain Sterling couldn't help but comment.

"Captain Sterling, please give me some specific comments."

"As a trainee officer, he not only did everything he should do, but also did it very well, with the level of a commissioned officer.

Sir, I am not trying to defend my last authorization to him to command the warship. From my understanding of his father and him, I can say...

The Cochrane family is born to be a model of the navy, worthy of the blood of Admiral Speyer. He may even do something big when he is younger than Thomas. But how big it is..."

The captain raised his eyebrows: "I can't say for sure."

"So, do you know why I called him here so quickly?" Commodore Peru took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The captain shook his head: "I don't know, sir."

"Someone wants him dead, just like his father."

"..." Captain Sterling's eyes showed an expression of disbelief.

"Who? But didn't Chief Captain Thomas... commit suicide?" The captain asked in a low voice.

Thanks to the fact that the two command thrones were very high and the cables used for encrypted communication, this conversation was able to continue.

"It still needs to be investigated, but a lord has already found some clues. I believe the truth will soon come out.

It was also the lord's intention to let Horatio go to the Indefatigable immediately."

Lieutenant Sterling felt a terrible oppression from the captain's tone.

It was dangerous to call a rookie to join an uncertain void war on a warship, but he was safer here than on the ground. How much danger and conspiracy was hidden under the fig leaf of the Abyss Port?

"When a tree grows to the public, especially when it stands out in a forest. Under the shade of the tree, all kinds of dark and twisted insects come."

"I understand, sir."

The lieutenant did not ask any more questions. He knew very well that this was not something he could know with his military rank.

What he didn't know was that these videos would be sent to the council composed of the Inquisitor and senior officers of the Gothic Fleet as top-secret materials.

"The fleet cannot let his father's tragedy happen to him again. This is the responsibility of the Fleet Security Committee and the Fleet Military Intelligence Command." Commodore Peru frowned.

The lower deck of the portside No. 4 macro gun.

"Damn it, how can this candidate officer... how can he be so good at fighting!" The rebellious PDF officer murmured in disbelief.

"Support! Where is the support!" His sharp teeth bit his lower lip in surprise and anger: "Release the contract workers! Arm them!"

The remnant of the Blood Pact rushed to the bottom of the gun deck desperately, as if everything could be reversed as long as they got there.

Horatio chased after them with the sailors in sweat.

The reason is simple. There are too many controlled contract workers below. Once out of control, it will directly affect the combat effectiveness of the subsequent artillery forts.

These people are necessary labor in naval warships.

They are not slaves who have been converted into servitors, nor are they technicians who enjoy the treatment of first-class sailors like ship workers. They are simply contract workers signed with the Imperial Navy, a group of ordinary mortals who cannot be more ordinary.

Many indentured workers come from part of the tithe of the Ministry of the Interior, which is paid by various planets and allocated to the Imperial Navy. The sources of personnel are diverse, and they are divided into ordinary indentured workers and controlled indentured workers.

Controlled indentured workers are mainly composed of criminals and bonded slaves. Their range of movement within the ship is quite limited, and the place they live is even smaller than the sailor's cabin. On weekdays, they either wear shackles and carry shells under the supervision of sailors, or engage in some high-risk physical activities.

Even if they are not scum of the world, they are also hooligans and rogues. Although the meals are based on the third-class sailor standards of ordinary sailors, due to discrimination and disgust against criminals and gamblers, as well as the administrative difficulties caused by managing a large number of indentured workers, their food cannot fully meet their needs in general, and there are often all kinds of strange "supplements" in it.

The source of ordinary indentured workers is even wider. They are either homeless people and refugees who can't make a living and come to the Imperial Navy to make a living.

Or they are imperial civilians who voluntarily join the warships to make a living for service money.

There were also able-bodied men who were ‘forced to be conscripted’ by the governors of certain worlds in order to satisfy the tithe of the Ministry of the Interior.

The process of forced conscription was both ridiculous and pathetic.

The sturdy planetary defense soldiers, led by their officers, smashed the door with the butts of their rifles and forcibly dragged the husband and his wife who were sleeping in the bed away. Any resistance would be beaten with sticks.

Sometimes, in order not to delay time, the couple was even carried away naked.

If only one person is dragged away out of mercy, the remaining one will often collapse to the point of not caring about shame, screaming, cursing, chasing to the door, and crying.

These conscripted men and those who joined through all other channels will first undergo disinfection and physical examinations before being sent to the navy's warships.

As ordinary people, they have no professional sailing skills and mainly do physical work for the Imperial Navy.

The Navy does not make it difficult for these poor people.

In principle, ordinary contract workers are treated the same as ordinary sailors as third-class sailors.

The scope of activities is also much larger than that of controlled contract workers, and there is rest time.

But sailors always like to make fun of these people, calling them "Landsman" to distinguish them, in order to show that their status as sailors is higher than theirs.

Armed sailors also look down on them, thinking that they are just chores, not a member of the Glorious Imperial Navy, and all contract workers should be particularly guarded and vigilant.

However, ordinary contract workers with some special talents can make an exception and complete the remaining number of contracts as sailors.

This will increase their chances of survival in the remaining sailing years and make life more comfortable, so many people will try to learn some useful skills.

Each fleet has a rule that the contract workers can complete the contract and regain their freedom after completing a certain number of cruises.

The Gothic Fleet is 12 times. This may take these people ten years, and only a few people can survive that long.

Once a contract worker reaches this number and survives.

If he is a criminal, he can be pardoned. If he is a debt slave, he can be exempted from debt.

If he is an ordinary contract worker, he can get a considerable salary.

This service fee is enough for them to buy a two-bedroom and one-living room apartment in the lower part of the middle nest after returning home, and live a well-off life at the level of the empire.

These benefits are the main reason for attracting imperial civilians to join the contract workers.

You can also get a "Certificate of Fulfillment of Imperial Navy Obligations".

With this certificate, he can be exempted from compulsory conscription for the rest of his life.

If you want, you can also stay on the ship with this certificate and become a formal sailor.

If you are strong and loyal, you have a chance to become an armed sailor.

Many people chose to do so, because even the lowest third-class sailors in the navy had a much better standard of food than their original lives.

These hard biscuits and salty navy pickled meats tasted better than corpse starch.

And light beer and grog were sweeter than the smelly purified water in the hive.

If the naval battle was won and they survived, the captain would be happy to give them an extra meal.

In addition to the dehydrated or freeze-dried vegetables originally rationed, some fresh vegetables or moss slices picked from the ship's hydroponic farm were also issued.

Hard biscuits would be replaced with mixed wheat flour (wheat, oats, rye, barley) bread fried with butter.

In addition, an extra piece of cheese, a few cigarettes and extra high-concentration alcohol would be issued.

This was the case for the third-class, not to mention the second-class sailors and the first-class sailors enjoyed by the boarding team.

Even the occasional black-headed white maggots in the food rationed for long-distance voyages were cleaner and more hygienic than the rotten food in the nest.

Horatio remembered that he had seen a Royal Navy midshipman in the Age of Sail say in his log: Maggots taste like calf hoof jelly, cool and refreshing.

In short, no matter how he described it, he didn't want to eat maggots, and he wanted to stop these remnants now.

There were all controlled indentured workers below, and there might be pirates and void slave traders captured by Horatio last time.

A group of armed sailors lined up on the upper deck fired at the fleeing blood covenant soldiers below, killing and injuring several people in one round.

About 400 people rushed down behind Horatio, and other sailors were shrinking the encirclement from the nearby stairs.

"Attention everyone! The enemy is coming!"

Under the loud shout of the armed sergeant, the armed sailors on the lower gun deck quickly assembled, and the shooters operating the multi-barrel lasers pointed their guns at the stairs behind them.

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