Standard Terra Calendar, 942.M41
Planet Amydodon, Main Continent, Hades Nest
Lieutenant Colonel Miel Gomes followed the messenger through the maze-like tortuous traffic trench and headed towards the personnel shelter.
Along the way, he saw many busy residents of the nest, basically women and children, constantly carrying some metal waste.
After inquiring, he realized that these waste materials would be transported into temporary arsenals to produce simple weapons and ammunition. Considering that this place is already an upper-level nest capital, he saw so many civilians. It was obvious that the commander of this place had transferred the civilians to a safer place.
There is no doubt that this would infringe on the interests of the upper nobles of the Nest, and Miel Gomez couldn't help but believe in the rumor a little more deeply.
After walking south along the supply passage for a while, they arrived at a wooden house with a closed door. The guards around ignored the people who came. The messenger entered a four-digit password on the Runevin panel on the door frame, and the door hissed.
Without waiting for the people inside to invite him, Mail Gomez stepped in quickly, and the door behind him closed again.
Then, the colonel of the Astral Knights' Army's auxiliary army found himself standing in a dim room with dirty walls and several pieces of dilapidated furniture. Four sets of heating coils were arranged on the four corners of the house, buzzing hard to fight the chill in the air.
The upper nest is not as cold as the lower nest, because of the altitude, it seems very cold most of the time.
Miel Gomez took off his cloak and scarf, hung them on hooks that knocked into the dirty frozen wall, and took off the heavy pressure of his coat to make him feel relaxed, but it did give him enough warmth and protection outside.
Since landing, Miel Gomez has felt incredible things again and again.
"If you want to sit, please do whatever you want, Colonel."
In the middle of the room, a figure stood in the dim oil lamp, and seemed to be looking at a detailed map of the nest.
Miel Gomez pulled a wooden chair that was about to fall apart from the small table in the middle of the room and sat down carefully, fearing that the thing would suddenly collapse under his butt. Until the chair completely accepted his weight, he took off his big-brimmed hat and placed it on the dirty tabletop, and took out a shiny silver wooden comb from his pocket.
Just like he used to after taking off his hat every time, he used a wooden comb to combed his oily black hair, and he combed it straight behind his ears every time.
The figure turned his head and saw these and snored from his throat.
Miel does not think he is vain. He believes that maintaining a good personal image is a necessary condition for fulfilling his duties, which is probably a kind of self-respect.
"I really didn't expect that the first reinforcements to come were the Knights of the Star Realm and the Commander of the Soshiyang Battle. Is this the Emperor's blessing?"
The man's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very relaxed, as if he had put down a huge burden.
"I almost thought I couldn't hold on."
"Political Commissar Sebastian Yarik, Lord Soshyan also mentions you from time to time, and he praises you as a great and responsible warrior with a fearless heart."
"That's really a laugh. The last time I saw Captain Soshiyang was twenty years ago."
Miel Gomes looked at the man who turned around carefully. The guy looked like a half beast, his black beard was messy and obviously needed some wax. His hair was only a little stronger than the harvested stubble. His face, as tough as leather, had several subtle scars distributed on his forehead, left eye and jaw.
In short, the colonel concluded that if he took off the political commissar's uniform from the other party, he would look no different from a thug from the lower class.
"Do you want something to drink, Colonel?"
"I can do it, if I have some coffee."
"Is black tea only possible?"
Then, a servant appeared, and Arric just raised his chin to a cabinet behind him.
"Okay, let's talk about the serious business, what did Captain Soshiyang bring you?"
"First of all, he sincerely admires your long-term actions of staying in the Cun Capital, and rewards you for your outstanding performance in this war, and you will receive many medals in the future."
"Medal."
Arrek shook his head and glanced at his chest, where there were more than a dozen hangings.
"In the three months of defensive battle, I lost at least 3 million soldiers and more than 500 million civilians died. I am not worthy of such congratulations."
Miel Gomes was stunned for a moment. In fact, considering the fierce battles he had experienced in the past, this number was scaryly low in battles of this level. After all, any major battle in the empire was a level of casualties of tens of millions - only for soldiers, and civilians were rarely counted.
But from the tone of this political commissar, it is obvious that he is really angry about the damage to the war?
"I was surprised by your reaction, political commissar, I thought you would be satisfied with this score, and use only a few militias to repel the green-skin attack of that size? You deserve the medal."
Yarik smiled, if the barking that rushed out of his mouth could really be called a 'laugh'.
"Obviously you don't know how fucked the situation here is. Didn't anyone brief you on your way?"
Miel frowned.
"Maybe you can clarify to me better."
"We are overwhelmed by the forces, poor equipment, and completely self-sufficient in supplies. Food production plants have lost all the raw materials for them to continue production. Almost all the animals in the nest have eaten up. After a while, we may have to consider eating people. The only thing that brings hope is my belief in the emperor."
Arrek sniffed, and the fragrance from the teapot next to him attracted him.
"I thought you could bring enough supplies and personnel."
"There are green-skinned fighter jets everywhere in the sky. I'm lucky to be here this time."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Miel Gomez was a little helpless when talking about this. Originally, the command headed by the Space Marine did have plans for large-scale air support, but perhaps because he was caught off guard by humans from the air in the battle of the gray desert. The green skins learned to be smart and built a large number of fighter jets like crazy.
On the human side, due to the special system of the empire, fighter jets are under the control of the navy. Only the orbital defense station has a small number of fighter jets, but those fighter jets cannot even splash when thrown into the atmosphere.
Therefore, after losing air supremacy, the large-scale air supply plan could only be declared dead.
"But it really bothers me to hear these disheartening words from a political commissar. I seldom tolerate pessimism. In fact, I firmly believe in the power of the emperor, and believe that under good command and morale, there is no goal that the Imperial soldiers cannot achieve, and I certainly don't need to remind you of my authority."
Faced with almost threatening words, Arric just looked back at the colonel fearlessly.
"Is that true, what authority did the commander of Soshiyang give you?"
Miel Gomez frowned, he didn't want things to go this far.
In fact, not long after Soshyan obtained command of the planetary armed forces, a large number of complaints against Arik for killing the nobles of the Nest were also sent to him.
Out of his understanding of Arrek, Soshyan did not think that the political commissar was a cruel and indiscriminate killing, nor did he believe that he would betray the empire. But since there were such rumors, he had to make a statement.
The task Miel Gomez was to bring his password and subsequent deployment on the one hand, and to find out the truth of the matter. If Arrick really failed his duties or had serious behavior of transcending justice, then Miel would use his carry-on teleportation beacon to summon a team of interstellar warriors and carry out punishment.
Chapter completed!