Worster Bull strode determinedly along the colonnade, the sound of his boots echoing from the vaulted ceiling.
This major general of the Astra Militarum is tall and burly with slender limbs, strong body, and energetic appearance. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache are both black and waxed, as is his newly trimmed hair.
Color, those medals look particularly proud against the light.
There was a reason why he was still wearing his Astra Militarum field uniform and hadn't even taken the time to wipe the sweat from his brow or wipe the dust from his boots.
After he had just assembled and reviewed the troops, he was immediately notified to attend a meeting. The convener of the meeting was the supreme lord commander.
Also invited were the main hive rulers and nobles of the entire Sagan system, the heads of imperial institutions, and the commander of the Naval Astra Militarum. It was foreseeable that this would be an important meeting, and he must not be late.
"what time is it now?"
The major general who was walking did not forget to ask the staff around him.
The staff officer glanced at his ornate data pad and whispered:
"Ten minutes left."
As they approached a heavy brass door, the guards guarding the door suddenly stood at attention, saluted crisply, and slammed the butts of their rifles against the marble floor.
The huge bronze door slowly opened. The major general took a deep breath, adjusted his smile, and showed a battle-hardened confidence, as if he was going to fight.
The room into which Worster Bull led his entourage was vast, large enough for a Titan to stand at its center, though there was gray daylight streaming in through arched windows on one wall and a frescoed domed ceiling.
Almost disappearing in the shadows, this is the meeting hall of the Gomez Hive. Many people think that Soshyan chose to hold the meeting here for ulterior motives.
However, Earl Stern Warne still seemed to be so gentle and did not show any dissatisfaction about this.
Electronic candlesticks were placed at intervals between somber portraits of robed nobles, and on the floor of the vast circular space was a huge statue of an eagle, decorated in vulgar gilding.
It is framed by a larger circular hollow table.
A large group of men and women gathered around this huge holographic projection table. When Worster Bull entered the door, the conversation echoing in the room gradually disappeared, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
Then those voices continued to sound, and Vorster Bull found his own place and said hello to the other two Astra Militarum generals, Mal Lopez and Gastero Kerr.
Marr led the Sagan II Army, stationed at Sagan V, and Gastrow led the Sagan III Army, stationed at Sagan IV.
It is said that they are stationed, but in fact they have not been idle these years. After all, the Maelstrom area is not peaceful. They often have to perform tasks to clear out greenskin and pirate strongholds, and at the same time maintain their "business".
"Mal, how is your legion doing?"
"Fortunately, the shortage of staff is not too serious. I hurriedly recruited some bottom nest rats to make up the 170,000 people."
Vorster Bull smiled slightly and looked at Gastero Kerr, a fat-bellied Astra Militarum major general who was wiping sweat because his uniform was too tight.
"Gastro, what about you?"
"It's just...it's still a little bit worse, but it's not a big problem. There are almost 150,000 people."
After speaking, Gastro changed the topic.
"Brother Worster, you said... are we really going to fight Huron this time? I heard that he has hundreds of thousands of Space Marines under his command, more than our big soldiers who have trouble fighting scavengers!
Doesn’t this make us die?”
"What are you afraid of? I'm not asking you to go now."
"Then I'll go there later..."
"We are not enough people to fill the gap between the Red Pirates. Didn't the official document from the Ministry of Military Affairs say that hundreds of millions of elites are coming? Wait, Lord Soshyan will not rashly start a battle until all the troops are in place.
, he is not stupid, even with thousands of Space Marines at his disposal, he cannot solve Huron by himself."
The pot-bellied general patted his chest gently.
"You say that I feel relieved. You don't know that I was really scared to death the day I received the order. My wives also felt like mourning."
At this time, Mar Lopez suddenly lowered his head and whispered:
"Even if we don't fight, our business won't be possible. Depending on what Mr. Soshiyang wants, I'm afraid these control measures won't be lifted until the war is over. I already have several ships stranded at the Holy Point.
The galaxy can’t get through.”
Worster Bull glanced around calmly, and then said softly:
"Life is important now. Let me tell you, Space Marines are hard to talk to. They are not like commissioners or inquisitors sent by Terra. They can use various means to deal with it. If they catch them, they will die. After all,
The Space Marines don't care about your identity and background. If they say they want to kill your whole family, they will kill your whole family. Do you remember how many nobles the Hurons killed at that time? In addition, I also learned from other channels that the Soshiyan Chapter Leader is also a
A ruthless man who killed almost all the planet's ruling class in an agricultural world many years ago. He is definitely not as easy to talk to as he seems. If you don't want to get into trouble, just listen to me. Let the business go first. Stay in the military camp and do nothing.
Don't think about it, don't do anything. It's not us who really want to stand out. Our business only costs a few cents? Those who really want to do big business are more anxious than us. Let's see."
"Yes, yes, brother is right, there is no need for us to step forward."
Suddenly, a static horn sounded in the hall.
"quiet!"
The voice of the broadcasting machine resounded in the empty sky.
"Welcome, Chapter Master Soshyan Alexei, Supreme Lord Commander of the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force, salute him."
Everyone present turned around and lowered their heads, including officers of the Astra Militarum, representatives of the Adeptus Mechanicus and various planetary staff, all using their own gestures to show respect.
Soshyan walked in from the gate, surrounded by the Terminator Guards and several members of the Chapter's command, and then waved.
"This is war time, so there is no need to be so formal, everyone."
He walked all the way to the holographic table, followed by Talos, Maximilian and Ustad who were wearing helmets, and the Terminator Guards came to stand by the wall like sculptures.
Most of the people attending this meeting had been met by Soshyan at previous banquets, but there were also some new faces, such as the burly figure of Lieutenant General Frost de Minos, the commander of the Gogotan cruise fleet.
Wearing a classical naval uniform, with a spectacular beard waxed into strange patterns - the Gogotan Cruiser Fleet is one of the empire's main naval forces in the Maelstrom area, responsible for patrolling the Gogotan Wasteland, Siniax
The field between the galaxy and the Sagan galaxy, the fleet size includes one Emperor-class battleship, three Lunar-class cruisers, two Dictator-class cruisers, six Dreadnought-class light cruisers, 12 Cobra destroyers, and 17 Swords
class frigate.
In addition to the Gogotan cruise fleet, the empire also has four fleets in the maelstrom area: the Kliman cruise fleet, the Endymion cruise fleet and the Larsa cruise fleet, which support the empire's naval presence in the maelstrom area. However,
The other patrol fleets were far away, and Soshyan could not call all their commanders here, so he just sent representatives to convey his wishes.