Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 233 04.0232: ‘Activate emergency plan No. 3’

“Hold on! The Avis landing craft of the Marine Infantry Task Force is coming!” Horatio ordered the people around him to stay where they were.

“Louise!” He called to the female adjutant next to him.

“I’m here, Horatio.” She approached him.

“Telegram to Mr. Peru, we need to quickly dispatch a batch of relief food.”

“Okay!” Louise immediately understood and dialed the encrypted line of the Fleet Military Intelligence Command. In a few words, she explained the current situation and made a request for material dispatch.

Horatio had considered the situation of the hungry people before setting off, and also made a corresponding plan in the Navy Department.

But the size of the crowd still exceeded his previous expectations, and the Navy Department could not meet the sudden increase of more than 100,000 mouths.

If you want to transport enough rations in a short time, you can only requisition merchant ships.

But materials cannot be dispatched at will.

Although the Empire’s supply routes are complicated and seemingly chaotic.

But in fact, each transport ship carries a huge mission. It may carry the food for the next ten years of a certain hive world, or the seeds urgently needed by a certain agricultural world. Random requisition is likely to cause a greater disaster.

Therefore, requisitioning materials can only be used as a final emergency plan, and it cannot be requisitioned in advance to avoid disrupting the transportation route and escort plan.

And the misappropriated part must be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise the imperial world at the destination of the transportation line is likely to break out in famine and rebellion.

In the military intelligence headquarters.

"Quick, activate the third emergency plan!

Requisition the food transport ship parked at the nearest star port docking station! The transport cargo plane directly changes the route and goes to the following coordinates!" Brigadier General Peru stood up and shouted to the intelligence officers in the external office according to the emergency plan discussed before the operation.

"Telegram to PWA-37 Starport, we are the Gothic Sector Admiralty, and we are sending the docking information for the food supplies that are being loaded and unloaded immediately. Yes! Very good, let those cargo planes that are already unloading go to the designated coordinates immediately, 361.780.462.K177... must arrive within 30 minutes!"

The office became busy in an instant, and telegrams were sent to the starport for emergency dispatch.

The human empire put all the void "navigation" parts into a big basket called "Imperial Fleet", and let it manage related affairs as the general manager of the Empire's void power.

Its nature is similar to the British Maritime Commission in history.

And on this basis, the Imperial Navy, Charter Fleet, and Civilian Fleet were divided.

In principle, the void power of the Mechanicus, Space Marines, and Rogue Traders are also under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Fleet.

Among them, only the Imperial Navy has the full agency authority granted by the Imperial Fleet.

This means that His Holy Navy can bypass the Ministry of the Interior when necessary and mobilize all void ships and supplies including but not limited to Space Marines, Mechanicus, Rogue Traders, Charter Fleets, Exploration Fleets, and Civilian Fleets in the name of the Imperial Fleet.

After all, to this day, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, the 40K version of the ‘First Sea Lord of the United Kingdom’

——‘The First High Lord Void Admiral of the Empire’. (The Frist High Lord Void Admiral)

is still the Emperor himself.

It is also with the endorsement of the Emperor himself that the Imperial Navy, which has the full authority to represent the Empire’s void forces, can have such a significant say in void affairs.

Admiral Speyer of the Gothic Fleet was able to mobilize all void armed forces including the Mechanicus and Space Marines to fight against Abaddon. In addition to his outstanding personal charm, this legal endorsement is also indispensable.

However, compared with the urgency of the front line, this dispatch speed is still not enough.

Just when Horatio and his people in the square were about to be drowned by the vast crowd,

Suddenly, lights representing trucks appeared in the distance of the square.

Horatio used the analyzer to see that the trucks were the eight-axle "packhorse" trucks commonly seen in the Hive.

These cheap, durable trucks are widely used in various industries and can be called GAZ trucks in the 40K era.

They looked very shabby, with the anti-rust paint peeling off a lot, revealing the black iron frame underneath, and the front of the car was also inserted with various small flags fluttering in the wind.

[Enemy reinforcements? Howling Teeth Gang?] He became alert again, and really couldn't think of who else could come at this time.

"Reconnaissance sniper team, aim at their cockpit and see who it is."

"Got it, Centurion." Fideo responded.

He lay on the roof, adjusted the scope, and looked at the driver in the cockpit.

These people looked ordinary, without obvious paint and logos, nor the crazy and bloodthirsty look common among cult members, but wearing typical Zhonghe work clothes.

"It seems to be... civilians?" Fideo said in confusion.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, they are dressed very simply, without cult symbols and armor and weapons."

"Keep an eye on them and see what they want to do."

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Whoosh! --

A few minutes later, in the sky, the first Avis landing craft loaded with a naval infantry task force appeared from the dark shadows, and the strong ground searchlight on the boat made the crowd unable to open their eyes.

Then, lamp posts appeared one after another, and more than 1,500 people, half a battalion, were transported from the nearest naval prison area.

But the landing craft driver soon encountered a problem: the existing space was not enough for such a large landing craft to land, unless it was directly pressed on people's heads.

They couldn't make this decision, so they had to ask the action officer Horatio.

Horatio didn't have time to slowly do ideological work with these hungry people.

Being able to apply for a batch of supplies for them was no less than spreading holy light into the dark sewers.

This was the 41st millennium full of monsters and demons, and it was no longer the world he was familiar with before.

Here, he didn't want to talk about civil rights with anyone, because it was meaningless and would only continue to aggravate the chaos.

"Use the loudspeaker to speak. If the situation is not right, use machine guns and rockets to clear the area and force a landing."

"Yes, sir."

After a while, a majestic warning sounded in the air.

"We are the sacred imperial navy. Now we have issued a martial law order. Relief food is on the way. All the people below should sit down immediately and clear the landing area. We will not pursue your previous illegal acts! Repeat, we are the sacred imperial navy..."

The huge sound echoed over the entire area.

But the hungry people ignored the warnings, their eyes just stared at the huge barbecued meat in front of them.

Horatio followed their eyes and saw their fanatical and deformed desire.

He looked back at the huge meat mountain beside him. At this time, the meat mountain seemed to be a living monster in his eyes, constantly saying to him with evil and seductive voice: "Take a bite! I can make you feel infinite power."

"Ledos."

Horatio shouted with the communicator inside the helmet: "Burn this disgusting thing."

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