Thick cables snaked around the low ceiling, humming with energy flowing through the cabin. Artificial air flow slowly surged out from the vent grille at the top, bringing oxygen to prevent suffocation. Dust and dirt are brought in from air ducts that have been in disrepair for a long time.
This is the middle deck of the Starfire. In addition to seeing busy workers and servitors, you can also hear the rhythmic banging of heavy machinery somewhere nearby.
Thick pipes stood on both sides of the passage and hall like trees in a jungle.
In other words, this is a steel forest. The animals living here also follow the law of survival of the weak and the strong.
Deeper down, ball lights arranged every one meter around the metal wall were lighting up intermittently, preventing the wide cabin from completely falling into total darkness.
Hundreds of soldiers in dark gray uniforms were neatly arranged in a square formation, with a dozen arrogant officers standing opposite.
The officers' uniforms are all silver-gray, and their caps and epaulettes have the symbol of crossed swords, which means that they are mortal auxiliaries affiliated with the Astral Knights.
"I am Captain Manson, Commander of the First Company of the Military Police Battalion."
The leading officer was a tall man with a shaved head and a fleshy face. He had his hands on his hips and his wide eyes kept scanning the crowd, like a farmer staring at a group of animals.
"I'm here to supervise you!"
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers shook slightly, and then they all straightened their already straight backs and raised their chests higher, as if they were undergoing a review.
"Our military police company is your best, big brother! If you don't understand the rules or have any concerns, you can ask us and we will answer you cordially!"
That's what he said, but when the word 'kindness' came out of that bloody mouth, it was basically unconvincing.
Not to mention the almost roaring tone, which was more like some kind of threat.
Everyone has actually received this threat, but they are all stuck in place like sculptures, not daring to move.
They all belong to the newly formed 5th Armored Assault Regiment.
After acquiring twelve Malcador heavy tanks, Soshyan set out to form the fifth mortal auxiliary force of the Astral Knights based on the original four infantry regiments.
The establishment of a new unit this time was also an opportunity. Soshyan reorganized the originally chaotic organization and established the regiment-battalion-company organization. (Lao Mo would like to add something additional here. Perhaps due to some strange arrogance or habit, Warhammer’s parent company GW used a very traditional British organization when designing the Empire’s Astra Militarum. It was used for more than two hundred years from the 18th to the 20th century. The most striking feature is that regiments and battalions are not divided. It often happens that there are both infantry regiments and infantry battalions at the division and brigade level. Then coupled with the need for honorary designations, the organization becomes It is extremely confusing, and this has also led to the fact that in Warhammer, an Astra Militarum regiment may have as few as 10,000 people, or it may only have two or three thousand people, and some are not called regiments, so I am not going to accommodate this strange setting. deal.)
Take the Fifth Armored Assault Regiment as an example. This regiment has one armored battalion, eight infantry battalions, one reconnaissance battalion, and one engineer battalion, with a total number of 8,500 people.
The armored battalion is divided into four companies, each company is responsible for three Makado heavy tanks, and a certain number of covering infantry.
These companies can be used together to form a powerful armored attack spearhead, or they can be dispersed to other battalions to serve as infantry support firepower.
These people gathered were officers and soldiers belonging to the armored battalion.
"Now, please introduce yourselves to the tank commanders! Everyone introduces their tank number and name!"
The military police company commander raised his hand and pointed to the first person on the right in the front row of the queue.
"Start from you!"
"Yes! Armored Battalion 1st Company, Howling Scythe!"
The speaker was a young officer with a shaved head, muscular build, and an exceptionally capable look.
But before he could finish his introduction, he was immediately rudely interrupted.
"No energy!!"
The military police commander roared like an angry lion, and at the same time, the military police behind him also roared.
"Can't hear it at all!"
"can not hear!"
"Say it again!"
"Do it again! Do it again!"
"You still want to drive a tank when you talk so quietly!!"
The strong young officer was temporarily a little nervous by these roars, and sweat spots suddenly appeared on his forehead.
"yes!"
He then yelled at a decibel level that was enough to tear his vocal cords apart:
"First Company of the Armored Battalion! Howling Scythe! Eamond Roman Oakley!!"
When he spoke, almost all the muscles in his face were distorted, and when he finished speaking, he even felt that his throat was smoking.
"good--!"
The military police commander's eyes turned to the man on Edmund's left. .
"Next!"
"The 1st Company of the Armored Battalion! The Steel Grinder! Pierre Billot!!"
The stocky officer was obviously smart, and he raised his voice to the highest pitch from the beginning.
"good!!"
Seeing that the other party was so obedient, a trace of elation appeared on the face of the military police company commander.
"energetic!"
But when his eyes turned to the third person, he returned to that ferocious appearance again.
It was a man with a plain expression. There was a terrible scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to his lower lip. His military uniform looked a bit baggy compared to the people around him, a kind of undisguised contempt.
"First Company, Armored Battalion, Undead Vermin, Kent Ruspell."
Compared to the first two, his voice is as soft as a poet reciting by the lake.
His tone and attitude instantly angered all the military police.
"Can't hear! Can't hear!"
"volume is too low!"
"Do it again! Do it again!"
The gendarmes stepped forward one after another and pointed at him, as if they would take action if he disobeyed.
As for the company commander, he still stood where he was, but his eyes became like those of a beast that wanted to eat people.
"Why! Didn't you hear that!"
Faced with his roar, the man remained unmoved.
"Don't look away!"
"Don't look around!"
"Are you standing at attention?"
The military police not only roared at Kent, but also asserted their authority to other officers and soldiers. Like the prison guards patrolling the prisoners, they had their eyes on the queue, looking for possible resisters.
At least for now, there hasn't been a second one.
"Here! The gendarme company can't hear it! It just can't be heard!"
After roaring this sentence at the queue, the military police company commander stared at this unruly man and yelled out his strongest voice with all his strength.
"Again!!!!!!!!!"
