In the black sky below him, an impenetrable green cage hung, expelling the Death Star.
Colonel Stryker of the Catachan Regiment looked down through the arched window of the orbital station, carefully observing the distant surface of the planet. Not long ago, his 183 Catachan Regiment had just been replenished, a 300-man new recruits.
Don't underestimate Catachan's new recruits, they are all villains who have fought their way through the trials of the Death Jungle.
But what makes Stryker even more upset than this news is that the Death Stars have rebelled.
While observing, he also flipped through the tactical map on the data pad in his hand from time to time. This world, like Catachan, had troublesome dense jungles. Stryker originally thought that the people of this planet were tough enough, even if they were not as good as Catachan. Chang should be about the same.
But he thought wrong.
Stryker was sorry for the sudden change in Paihua Star, but more importantly, he was angry.
But... he will never tolerate traitors, let alone be soft-hearted, even if they have fought side by side, because this is the oath that all Catachans have sworn to destroy all enemies of the empire.
Moving his gaze to the right, he looked at the towering transport platforms surrounding the dock, which was where the Imperial army was gathering.
Around the dock platform, there are more than a dozen giant transport ships docked, as if a piglet is sucking the breasts of a fat mother. The busy tugboats are dragging another giant ship into the dock, and more and more soldiers are beginning to arrive. Rally.
In the higher space, the battleship formations and escort ships of the Astartes Chapter are anchored.
The Imperial Navy Fleet would take off from this naval formation from time to time, constantly performing escort and scanning missions in this space. Due to the previous raids by the Chaos Fleet, the Navy had increased its investment in destroying the Death Star.
Stryker by the window turned around, walked through a short passage, and entered the tactical analysis room.
A huge circular dial is neatly embedded in the floor in the center of the cabin. It is thirty meters in diameter and is composed of countless intricately interlaced movable brass and gold parts. It looks like a giant timepiece.
As the instrument roars, the three-dimensional image projected above it rotates and changes from time to time.
At every moment, the troop deployment, war zone data, graphic tables and related information on the planet's surface are displayed in the three-dimensional image.
Guard officers in uniforms, priests of the Mechanicum in robes, naval officers from the Star Fleet, hooded followers of the Tribunal, and others were wandering around the edges of the rotunda.
They were working in groups, discussing based on intelligence, and in the small compartment on one side of the cabin, the haggard servitors were chattering, and their eyes, spines, mouths and hands were all connected to the machine through cables. Stacks are connected.
Under the hidden eaves on both sides of the cabin, there are huge chart tables at regular intervals, each of which shows a different area of the Paiji star.
Each table is surrounded by a circle of staff members who are having a war situation meeting. The prompts for intelligence and data updates sound frequently. Sometimes, there is one wave and another, and the huge machine rotates and whirs again. , more updated data and deployment intelligence appear.
But these are not the core of the whole room. The real core is the few giants wearing armor of different colors.
Chapter Master of the Dark Angels and Guardian of Truth, Azrael.
The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Gray Eagle, Soshyan.
Chapter Master of the White Templars, Randall.
Chapter Master of the Ascetics, Lord of the Temple of Death, Magyar.
Chapter Master of the Ranger Warriors, Titus.
The Chapter Masters of the five Astartes Chapters gathered together, and Stryker felt that just by seeing this large battle, he already had the bragging rights to return to his hometown.
After all, a mortal would never encounter such a big scene once in a thousand years.
According to the information he had spent great efforts to obtain, there seemed to be an organization within the Space Marine Order, called the Suffering Alliance, and four of the five war groups concentrated in the Pain Stars this time were members of the Suffering Alliance.
In other words, this alliance has assembled more than an entire battle group.
This is an even bigger deal.
Stryker walked around the cabin, occasionally nodding to colleagues he knew or saluting his superiors.
The entire cabin was filled with an uncomfortable and depressing atmosphere, as if there was a hunting giant beast here, holding its breath and preparing to attack.
Stryker had already submitted a battle request to Soshyan. In the previous battle, they had stayed in orbit due to repairs. When the Chaos Fleet came for a sneak attack, he even asked Brother Lothar to participate in the gang-hopping battle.
This is not entirely because of his personal aggressiveness, because he knows very well that soldiers who stay in orbit and wait for deployment news are bound to become ill-disciplined. When Guard soldiers gather together, laziness and tension easily breed in the cabin. trouble.
But the most troublesome thing is boredom.
Once the soldiers became bored, serious discipline problems would arise from time to time, and the commissars would become busy.
In some tough and brutal regiments, quarrels, thefts, drunkenness, fights, and even murders are common. If not properly controlled, the situation will become unmanageable.
The Catachans happen to belong to the tough group.
If he continued to stay in orbit, Stryker would probably have to shoot a few of his own soldiers before more serious violations of discipline occurred.
At the other end of the cabin, Stryker saw Colonel Acat of the 99th Cadian Regiment and some other senior officers of the Cadian Regiment.
Acat didn't seem to see him, or he chose to ignore Stryker.
Just five hours ago, a dozen soldiers from the Cadian 99th Regiment and the Catachan 183rd Regiment had a serious fight in the underground bar of the orbital station. Both sides bled. Although no one died, this was the only Thankfully.
"What the hell..."
Stryker grunted, not intending to salute the pretentious guy.
There was no reason for hatred between the soldiers of the two armies. The only problem was that the soldiers were too bored, Stryker comforted himself.
"...The only way now is to attack by force."
Fifty meters away from the strategy table, Stryker could already hear the discussion of the giants.
"Although this battle failed, we still effectively killed the enemy. According to the statistics of cleaning the battlefield afterwards, it is estimated that the number of enemies annihilated was about a thousand. The Abaddon Hounds battle group was basically wiped out. Even if it was supplemented, the Great Predator The vitality is still not as good as before.”
"But due to the rebellion of the locals of Paidu, our existing 80,000 Astra Militarum troops are no longer enough. The next transport ship from the Ministry of Military Affairs is expected to arrive in a week. By then, the strength of the Astra Militarum troops should be able to reach 150,000. .”
"We can spend a week making tactical preparations and occupy strategic points around Attica step by step, such as Camp Olympus."
