Looking at the angels who decided the fate of the empire from a distance, Stryker suddenly realized what he had overlooked.
like--
There are still a group of people wearing silver armor who didn't show up?
But he didn't dare to say such a thing, because someone had already warned him secretly that everything about those people was top secret, and if it was leaked, they would be dead.
Stryker is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die at the gunpoint of an inquisitor or anyone else.
The discussions among the Chapter Masters continued, and occasionally they would call the people they needed, such as a naval representative or a senior officer of the Astra Militarum. Stryker felt that he was not capable of participating, so he has been hovering on the edge.
He then saw Colonel Rafa Walton of the Vostonian 116th Armored Regiment, and stopped to talk to him.
He has only known this person for a week, but they have already been able to talk happily, mainly because in Stryker's opinion, the Vostonians are the type who have a temperament closer to Catachan.
Although their respective worlds are very different.
Catachan is a hot jungle world, while Vostonia is mostly covered in ice and snow.
The Vostonian Regiment is also known as the Firstborn Regiment. The origins of this unit can be traced back to the period after the Great Rebellion.
Vostonia was an industrially developed planet during the Great Crusade. It was located near the Halo Constellation in the Obscure Star Field. As an important industrial manufacturing center, Vostonia provided important weapons and ammunition to the armed forces of the Human Empire.
But after the Horus Heresy broke out, the Empire was in desperate need of any loyal world to send troops to defend the Empire from the threat of Warmaster Horus and the Traitor Legions, but Vostonia refused because Vostonia believed that
The only way the world's foundries can truly serve the Empire is to continue to provide weapons to the Empire, and mobilizing so many personnel will undoubtedly reduce production efficiency and prevent the production of enough weapons.
Although Vostonia did not rebel, their behavior was considered by many to be the same as betrayal.
After the Horus Heresy, the Empire also began to liquidate various worlds, which naturally included Vostonia.
When they faced the wrath of the Primarch Guilliman, Vostonia frankly explained how they were loyal to the Empire. The Primarch tolerated the world, but Vostonia must pay the price for their actions. So they committed suicide
From that time on, every Vostonian family was required to send their eldest son to join the Astra Militarum, and this was true for every Vostonian family, high or low.
But this is not enough. For every ten solar hours of work of every worker on Vostonia, one solar hour is dedicated to providing equipment for the Firstborn Regiment. They all devote their time to the Firstborn with perseverance and determination.
Group service.
The quality of the weapons they produce is impeccable, because the First Son Regiment has their sons and daughters, their brothers, and their only hope for salvation. Therefore, the weapons the First Son Regiment brings to the battlefield and is installed on vehicles are not mass-produced goods, but
Exquisitely crafted weapons crafted by craftsmen.
Thanks to the harsh climate of Vostonia, the First Sons will train in the harshest environment. They continue to improve their combat skills in the collapsed ruins, and because the Vostonian group is composed of Mechanicus officials and nobles, etc.
The Triumvirate of Technology is responsible for ruling and managing the entire planet, so the color of the Firstborn's uniform tends to be the red of Mars.
The 116th Armored Regiment of Vostonia had just been dispatched to the Piercing Planet not long ago, and had not yet had time to engage in ground combat.
"I heard that all the locals on the ground have rebelled? This is the last thing we want to happen."
Colonel Walton whispered to Stryker:
"What do you think of them?"
"It's hard to say, some of them are tenacious warriors, but more of them... To be honest, they are damn lazy. Of course, besides being lazy, the most troublesome thing is that they are also superstitious. It's me.
They are the most superstitious group of people I have ever encountered. As long as there are any rumors about wizards, they will be scared to death. When Chaos first invaded, the whole planet was in chaos."
"I also heard that they performed very well under your leadership. I read the battle report on Paidu last year. It seems that even the Astartes commented that you played a key role in the early stages of the battle."
"Hey, everyone has a highlight moment, don't take a moment as eternity."
At this time, Stryker noticed that Colonel Walton was looking over his shoulder, staring at something.
"Do you feel like there's a light on your back? It seems like someone is talking about you."
"Um?"
"That Cadian? What an arrogant piece of shit."
Stryker didn't look back.
"Let me guess, is he a man with deep eyes and as strong as an ox?"
"Don't they all look like this?"
"But even by their Cadian standards, this man is still outstanding in appearance."
"You know him?"
"I'm not very familiar with you, and I'm too lazy to get to know you."
"Now it's your turn to talk behind their backs."
Stryker smiled, but his smile was dim.
"Shouldn't we discuss it together?"
At this time, everyone saw an astral knight hurriedly approach the strategy room, went straight to several chapter leaders, and then whispered something.
Soon the loudspeaker in the strategy room rang.
"Except for the Astartes, please step out for a while."
There was no explanation, but everyone obeyed.
Same goes for Stryker.
However, his excellent hearing developed in the jungle helped him hear someone's annoyed complaints among the chaotic voices.
"...What are those Gray Knights doing!?"
Not long after many mortals left, the Gray Knight mentor Joan Herald came to the strategy room from the secret passage in embarrassment.
To say he was in embarrassment is actually not an exaggeration at all, because not only was his armor in tatters, but even the arm armor on his left arm was completely peeled off, exposing his bloody arm, and there was also a lot of blood and scars on his face.
But Soshyan had no sympathy at all. He and Azrael looked at the Gray Knight mentor indifferently, and then slammed the table.
"I need an explanation, Joan Herald."
The Gray Knight mentor snorted from his nose with resentment and annoyance, and then responded hoarsely:
"We fell into the devil's trap by mistake and suffered heavy losses. We finally managed to break out of the siege."
"I'm not asking what you did!!"
Soshyan smashed the huge marble table with one punch.
"Why did you leave the command without saying a word! Do you know how many brothers, how many soldiers, and how many citizens of the empire were killed by your actions!"
Herald was also annoyed. He spat blood on the ground, then stared at Soshyan and said through gritted teeth:
"We have our mission! We have our mission! Soshyan, you have no right to accuse us! Do you think our sacrifice is small!! Twenty brothers! Twenty Gray Knight brothers were killed in battle!"
Soshiyang did not accept the opponent's tactics. He held down the hilt of the sword at his waist, pointed his finger directly at the Gray Knight mentor's nose, and scolded sternly:
"Whose responsibility is that? Who do you think caused it? It was you, an incompetent commander, who killed them!"
"you!!!"
Herald was instantly overwhelmed by the blood and suddenly pulled out the blood-stained sword from his waist.
In an instant, Magyar, Randall, and Titus all drew their swords.
And Azrael held down the handle of the gun and released the magnetic lock. (The traditional martial arts of the First Legion: Rapid Gun Drawing)