Leonard Meyers naturally knew that the Grey Knight's great mentor was also here, and he had even had a conversation with the other party.
"Of course, we all respect him."
"Then this matter ends here. You can still track down your goals. If you need help, you can come to me. I will try my best to cooperate, but don't cause trouble for others."
After saying that, Soshyan took Colonel Stryker away from the judge's cabin, leaving only a pair of resentful gazes behind him.
Not long after leaving the Inquisition, Soshiyan also parted with Stryker and told the other party to let his troops adjust as soon as possible, because the battle was about to begin.
In addition, when the Knight of the Star Realm was clearing the camp of the Red Sand Mountains, he found an ancient armory underground, where there was an emperor poison blade hidden. Soshiyang also gave the vehicle to Stryker himself.
The happy Stryker returned to the military camp, and the adjutant immediately reported to him about the relevant situation.
"Nothing happened in the cabin. There was a fight caused by supply distribution, but I stepped in to stop it. The commando and two of his friends ran to the armor warehouse to absorb paint thinners. As a result, a guy fainted and broke his shin."
"Didn't I ask that thing be locked?"
"They are indeed locked up, but...those guys still know some skills, if you can understand what I mean."
"Let them write a few reports and then put them in jail."
"I want to say they have learned their lesson-"
"But I will never tolerate this kind of behavior. They have already received enough liquor rations. Isn't it enough? My troops will never tolerate such people who suck their brains."
The adjutant scratched his cheek.
"That's right, sir, but everyone is too bored, and many people drank all the wine in the first few days."
Stryk suppressed his temper, and his eyes were filled with anger.
"You have to let them understand this truth. The Emperor gave them cigarettes and liquor to entertain, but if they failed this sacred gift, then no one would think of getting it again, do you understand?"
The adjutant nodded, and they stopped at the railing and turned to look at the vast troop transport cabin.
The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and sweat, hundreds of beds were lined up, placed in rows, some soldiers were sleeping, some were gambling, some were chatting, some praying, and some were just dazed.
The priest walked through the rows of beds, bringing comfort and blessings to soldiers in need.
"Is there anything else? Sir?"
"I just offended someone, and I think there will be trouble."
Stryker sniffed.
"I'm not sure what trouble will be, but I don't like that."
"Who dares to cause trouble for us? Beat him!"
"Ha, I think too, but there shouldn't be a big trouble, but it's hard to say small trouble... Forget it, don't think so, let everyone gather together, I want to say something."
Soon, everyone was called up. Stryker was not good at long-term discussions, so his words were always concise and even lacked rhetoric and too direct in the eyes of some.
"... To be honest, some people have set their sights on us. In order to ensure that we can safely land in the next step and teach those heretics a lesson, I ask each of you to stay honestly in your area from this moment on, without accepting any reason for leave! Your supplies will be as usual, but alcohol will be temporarily stopped until the battle begins!"
This sentence caused some commotion, and Stryker's sharp eyes swept over the strong men.
"Quiet! Let me finish your words first, you wild dogs! From now on, I will inspect from time to time! Gambling, drinking, and contact with all contraband is prohibited! I will wait until it reaches the ground before I will say it! Do you understand! If any of you don't understand, I will educate him personally, just like a week ago."
As he said that, he glanced at a few more conspicuous guys in the crowd—their common characteristic was that they were bandages wrapped around their heads.
These people are all the thorns among the recruits. According to Katachang's rules, Stryk had a "friendly" exchange with them on the first day of their arrival, which really won the obedience of these recruits.
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, just disband. If you are bored, train me! The training room is open 24 hours a day! What we are going to deal with is Chaos Space Marines. They are not comparable to Katachang Demons. If you want to survive, then make yourself more powerful! Disband!"
After disbanding the team, Stryker returned to his cabin and he had to rest for a while.
In this way, after three days of calm, the fourth day—
When Stryker was woken up by the alarm clock, he vaguely remembered that he had just dreamed of Attica.
For him, Attica's fall often escaped into his dreams, but this time it was different, because this time he seemed to have seen the once lush and vibrant Pao Shangxing in his dream.
If time is still enough, he would rather continue to immerse himself in his dream, but suddenly he realized that someone seemed to be knocking on the door.
Stryker could hear the adjutant's anxious cry.
"Sir, the battle has begun. The above commands all the troops on the track station to land in five hours, with the goal of a new front three hundred kilometers away from Attica."
He put on his boots and walked out, reading the data board handed over by the adjutant and the printed communicator records.
After watching Stryker turned to look at the side ship. The atmosphere of Pai Shangxing was illuminated by the war. Every moment, the clouds would be penetrated by bombardment or more powerful energy weapons.
Just as he was about to ask for the non-commissioned officers from various platoons to come for a meeting, Soshiyan summoned him, so he entered the conference room of the command center and ordered the adjutant to find his jacket and weapons.
In less than ten minutes, most senior officers of the Star Army entered the command center, and several commanders were here. Soshiyan, dressed in the Terminator, began to distribute reports and directly entered the topic.
"Emergency, track reconnaissance and frontline reconnaissance pointed out that a Chaos army was advancing to the west, and we must find a way to stop them."
"What is the enemy's target?"
Soshyan glanced at Stryker who was asking questions and said:
"I don't know yet, I only know that the general direction is the camp at the foothills of Olympus, Colonel, we have been monitoring the enemy's movements for several days. The enemy was dispatched very suddenly and directly destroyed a hidden post in Cadian. But I think if the enemy is moving towards other strategic goals, then maybe this post is just on their way forward. It seems that the enemy is focusing on some other target, some goal they are determined to achieve, but we don't know where they are fighting, because our main force is not gathering there."
As he said this, Soshiyan's eyes flashed, making Stryker realize that he was asking a stupid question.