Looking at the angels who determined the fate of the empire from afar, Stryker suddenly realized what he had overlooked.
like--
There is still a group of people wearing silver armor that did not appear?
However, he didn't dare to say such a thing, because someone had already secretly warned him that everything about those people was top secret, and he would undoubtedly die if it was leaked.
Stryker was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die at the gun of the judge or someone else.
The talk of the commanders continued, and occasionally summoned the people they needed, such as a naval representative or a senior officer of the Astral Army. Stryker believed that he was unable to participate, so he kept wandering on the edge.
Then he saw Colonel Rafa Walton of the 116th Armored Regiment of Vostonia, so he stopped to talk to him.
He only had known this person for a week, but he had been able to have a good conversation, mainly because in Stryker's view, the Vostonians belonged to the type that was closer to Katachang's temper.
Although their respective worlds are very different.
Katachan is a hot jungle world, while Vostonia is mostly shrouded in ice and snow.
The Vostonian regiment is also known as the eldest son regiment, and the origin of this unit can be traced back to the period after the end of the Great Rebellion.
During the Great Expedition, Vostonia was an industrially developed planet, located near the halo clusters of stars in the hazy star field. As an important industrial manufacturing center, it provided important weapons and ammunition for the armed forces of the human empire.
But after the outbreak of the Horus Rebellion, the Empire was urgently needed by any loyal world to send troops to defend the Empire under the threat of the war commander Horus and the traitor army, but Vostonia refused because Vostonia believed that the world's foundries continued to provide weapons to the Empire was the real way to serve the Empire, and mobilizing so many personnel would undoubtedly reduce production efficiency and unable to produce enough weapons.
Although Vostonia did not rebel, their behavior seemed to be no different from betrayal in many people.
After the Horus Rebellion, the empire began to liquidate various worlds, including Vostonia.
When they faced the anger of the gene protozoa Kiliman, Vostonia frankly explained his way of loyalty to the empire. The protozoa tolerated the world, but Vostonia had to pay the price for their actions. So since then, every family in Vostonia needs to send their eldest son to the Astral Army, and no matter how high or low a family is, every family of Vostonia.
But that alone is not enough. Every worker in Vostonia has a sun hour dedicated to providing equipment for the eldest son group, and they all devote their time to serving the eldest son group with perseverance and determination.
The weapons they produced were impeccable because the eldest sons had their children, their brothers, and their only hope for redemption. Therefore, the weapons brought to the battlefield and installed on the vehicles were not large-scale large-scale large-scale goods, but fine-tech weapons carefully crafted by craftsmen.
Thanks to the harsh climate of Vostonia, the eldest sons will train in the harshest environments. They are constantly improving their combat skills in the collapsed ruins. Moreover, because the three-headed technical politics of Vostonia, composed of mechanical instructors and nobles, are responsible for ruling and managing the entire planet, the color of the eldest sons' uniform tends to be the red of Mars.
The 116th Armored Regiment of Vostonia was just dispatched to Pai Shangxing not long ago and had not had time to enter the ground battle.
"I heard that all the locals on the ground have been rebellious? This is the last thing we want to do."
Colonel Walton whispered to Stryker:
"What do you think of them?"
"It's hard to say that some of them are tenacious warriors, but more people... To be honest, they are so lazy that they are so lazy. Of course, besides being lazy, the most troublesome thing is that they are also superstitious, and they are the most superstitious group of people I have ever met. As long as there is a little rumor about wizards, they will scare them half to death. When Chaos first invaded, the whole planet was in chaos."
"I also heard that under your leadership they performed well. I read the Battle Report of Pai Shangxing last year. It seems that even Astart commented that you played a key role in the early stages of the battle."
"Oh, everyone has highlights, don't take it as permanent."
At this time, Stryker noticed that Colonel Walton's eyes were passing over his shoulders and staring at something.
"Do you think it's like a man? It seems that someone is talking about you."
"Um?"
"That Cardian? What a fucking piece of arrogant shit."
Stryker didn't look back.
"Let me guess, is it a person with deep eyes and strong as awesome?"
"Don't they all look like this?"
"But even by their Kadian standards, this person is still very good."
"Do you know him?"
"I'm not very familiar with each other, and I'm too lazy to know each other."
"Now it's your turn to talk secretly behind their backs."
Stryker smiled, but his smile was dim.
"Aren't we both talking about it together?"
At this time, everyone saw a Knight of the Astrology hurriedly approaching the strategy room, heading straight for several battle captains, and then whispering something.
Soon the horn in the strategy room rang.
"Apart from Astart, please go out for a while."
There was no explanation, but everyone obeyed.
Same goes for Stryker.
However, the excellent hearing he trained in the jungle helped him hear someone's annoyed complaints in his respective chaotic voices.
"...What are those gray knights doing!?"
Not long after many mortals left, Grey Knight mentor Joan Hellard came to the strategic room from the secret passage in a mess.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is in a mess, because not only is his armor ragged, but his left arm armor was even completely stripped off, revealing his bloody arms, and there are also a lot of blood and scars on his face.
But Soshyan was not sympathetic at all. He and Azriel stared at the Grey Knight indifferently, and then slapped the table.
"I need an explanation, Joan Hellard."
The Grey Knight instructor hummed from his nose with resentment and annoyance, and then responded hoarsely:
"We fell into the devil's trap and suffered heavy losses. We finally broke through the siege."
"I'm not asking what you did!!"
Soshiyan punched the huge, marble table and smashed it.
"Why do you leave command without saying a word? You know how many brothers, soldiers, and imperial citizens your actions have killed!"
Hellard was also annoyed. He spat on the ground, then stared at Soshyan and said with gritted teeth:
"We have our mission! We have our mission! Soshiyan, you have no right to blame us! Do you think our sacrifice is small?! Twenty brothers! Twenty brothers! The whole twenty Grey Knight brothers were killed!"
Soshiyang didn't take the other party's set, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, pointed directly at the nose of the Gray Knight instructor, and scolded him sternly:
"Who is responsible for that! Who do you think it was caused by it? It was you, the incompetent commander who killed them!"
"you!!!"
Hellard was stunned by the blood and suddenly pulled out the blood-stained sword on his waist.
In an instant, Magyar, Randall and Tetus drew their respective swords.
Azriel, while holding down the gun handle and lifted the magnetic lock. (The First Legion's traditional martial arts: Quick Drawing of the Gun)