Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :
Chapter 112 Guilliman is a traitor (please subscribe)
The landing ship landed in a huge open space.
The landing site is the giant airport in the Hive World of Vitria.
A large-scale army came out of the landing ship.
The same is true for Hawke's 502 regiment.
They were arranged in a neat square and walked out from the landing ship.
The hive is very huge, with a diameter of thousands of kilometers, and has a large number of metallurgical and foundry factories.
Troops will be dispersed to perform combat and defensive missions.
The moment he stepped out of the landing ship, Hawke once felt that he had returned to the hive city of the Natal galaxy.
Hazy, filled with slightly toxic air.
Hive buildings shrouded in light mist.
Everything is so familiar.
The officers of the Ministry of Justice blew their whistles, and the suspended servo skulls roared, ordering the formations to move forward as ordered.
After the landing ship put down its own passengers, it continued to take off to transport other corps.
Continuously transporting imperial troops here.
Hawk stood in front of his team.
They bring all their gear.
Everyone's faces are full of enthusiasm and motivation.
A new war is coming.
The great Primarch will once again lead them to victory.
Everyone agrees and that's how things go.
The Primarch is invincible.
After receiving the order from the Ministry of Justice, Hawke yelled at his subordinates, "Let's go."
Under the command of Hawke, the 502nd regiment began to march towards the destination.
The departure of the corps is not a group of people running, but clearly marching in accordance with the queue during training.
It is worth mentioning that, in the Empire's Astral Army organization, a regiment consists of up to six companies.
A company generally has 4 to 5 rows.
Responsible for the transportation vehicles of the whole regiment, except for engineering units and logistics companies for weapons and equipment.
A wealthy Corps has a large logistics company.
The poor corps doesn't even have a logistics company.
Because all the wealth is on him.
Of course, in Indomitable Crusade, this kind of problem does not exist.
Guilliman would not be cruel enough to treat his troops so differently.
If there is a platoon, there are five or six classes.
Squads are divided into teams, and the teams form different firepower units.
In this way, a group is formed.
The number of soldiers in the Corps is not necessarily the same.
Some corps have tens of thousands of people, while others have only a few thousand people.
The 502nd regiment under Hawke is a regiment of ten thousand people. It is considered to be a good regiment and one of the main forces.
The word main force is relative to other corps.
Cannot be compared with the Order of Titans and Primaris Space Marines.
The two focus on different things.
The Natal Corps, with workers as the main body, is quite popular with the expedition leaders.
Natals possess a tenacity and obedience that no other regiment possesses.
Hawk is proud of it.
Natal will be the most loyal defender of the Primarch.
The squad leader led dozens of soldiers in his squad, forming a neat square team.
Squads form a platoon-level square matrix.
The row forms a company-level phalanx.
In this way, one link after another, a regiment-level phalanx was formed.
Hawk and several other regimental commanders sat on a salamander chariot, rumbling ahead of the team.
On another troop carrier, the military band was playing the latest repertoire of "Beautiful Wife, How Can I Abandon My Allegiance to the Emperor".
This military band was created by the artists on the troop carrier.
Hawk ignored them.
But now it has a good effect.
When the other corps passed the 502 regiment, they were all dumbfounded.
The surprise in his eyes was hard to hide.
They looked at their officer, asking such a question in their eyes.
Why does this regiment have a marching band and they don't have any? ?
The envy of the fraternal troops made the soldiers of the 502 regiment hold their heads high.
They carried laser guns and walked swaggeringly on the wide highway.
Under the playing of military music, step forward.
They had joy on their faces.
It was too long to stay on the spaceship.
Step on the ground and take a few mouthfuls of fresh air, which makes them feel very comfortable.
As soon as you come out, it's like an outing.
The sound of 10,000 pairs of boots stepping neatly and the military band playing almost overwhelmed the sound of the engine.
After leaving the spaceport, the 502nd regiment walked seven or eight kilometers before entering the hive city area where tall buildings stood.
The streets have been cleared of vehicles for the passage of troops.
The people hid in their houses, hid in the shadows, and watched these soldiers coming.
Nobody welcomes them.
The streets are empty.
It's not that the people of Vittoria don't know what's good and what's wrong.
But not long ago, a battle just happened here.
The expedition fleet forcefully quelled the rebellion in the Vitria galaxy.
In order to prove his attitude, Calgar did not give any kindness to the rebels who surrendered.
They were dealt with neatly and neatly.
After all, it is also a very cumbersome project to screen whether the surrendered rebels have been corrupted by the Zerg.
Need to waste a lot of time.
And now the most scarce thing in the Vittoria galaxy is time.
The shadows in the warp grow thicker.
There is a problem with the star language communication.
The Tyranids are getting closer and closer to this galaxy.
Calgar didn't have that much time to show mercy to those who surrendered, so he could only execute them.
Executions caused blood to flow throughout the city.
Now the smell of blood has gradually faded, but the people of Vitria still maintain their fear of the imperial expedition fleet.
"They're all afraid of us." Old Jon said beside Hawke.
"If I didn't know anything like them, I'd be scared too. The Tyranids are coming, and if Vitria falls, we'll all have to be food."
After Hawk finished speaking, he turned to look at the adjutant beside him.
"How is the evacuation of the old, weak, women and children going?"
"That's what the logistics department should be in charge of." The deputy said, "We are a combat force, and those things are not in our charge."
"I need to know why there are so many people here." Hawke said.
"It is impossible for us to evacuate everyone. They are all men and women who can go to the battlefield. If there are not enough troops, they will be recruited immediately."
The deputy said, "As reserves, they will not be allowed to leave Vittoria."
Hawk shrugged, and didn't continue to ask the root cause.
After walking for an hour, Hawke and others entered the position of the 502nd regiment.
They are the second line of defense, but when the Zerg breaks through the outer void shields, it's their turn.
The first thing to do when you arrive at the designated location is to strengthen the defense of the camp.
A large number of sandbags were piled up, and laser cannons were arranged behind the bunker.
The diameter of the laser cannon is large enough to cover any open space where an enemy might land.
Huge sentry artillery is deployed in the traffic arteries.
Under the control of the driver, the firepower platform moved its heavy legs and entered the empty building to conceal its huge body.
When the enemy comes over, these firepower platforms will surely give the enemy the most brutal blow.
After setting up the firepower of the camp.
Hawk went to the army's restaurant to have breakfast.
The food is as usual, nothing special.
Fried meat and reconstituted eggs, the only difference is that there is an extra cup of milk.
Don't think it's milk.
Hawk tasted it, and it smelled foul, probably some kind of alien creature.
"There is another news from above. In two months at most, we will face the Tyranids directly."
A regimental commander sat next to Hawke and spoke.
"That's not good, maybe you will all be promoted by then." Hawke stuffed the meat into his mouth and said while chewing.
Hearing this, the people next to him laughed.
The regiment-level commander who spoke just now said, "You have to live to enjoy the promotion. The original body hasn't arrived yet. We are just cannon fodder to block Tyron."
"I heard that the Primarch is winning the battle against the Necrons. As long as they occupy the opponent's crown world, they can turn around and deal with the Zerg. After defeating the Zerg, it is estimated that the Charadon sector will be over."
The senior-looking staff officer spoke and analyzed the current situation.
"The Charadon sector is over, where are we going next?" Hawke looked at the staff officer and asked.
"It should be the Nephilim star area. It is said that the Dark Angels fought fiercely with the traitors who came out of the Great Rift there. The Primarch should go there. In our case, we should follow Lord Calga."
The staff officer took a sip of milk and explained to everyone.
"Do you think we will go to Terra? If that's the case, I can also see what Terra looks like." The regiment commander on the side said.
"You're **** crazy, talking like that."
The staff officer took his dinner plate a little further away.
He looked at the person who spoke, looking like a fool.
"Is there anything wrong with that?"
Hawk was also confused.
Are you at fault for speaking? ?
"We are the Astral Army. Although 502 is the main regiment, in the eyes of the Primaris Space Marines, we are just rows of leeks, harvested at will, and cannon fodder to consume the enemy."
"What is the Primarch going to Terra with the Astral Army?? Is there a target in the solar system that needs to be consumed? Is it possible to bring the Primaris Space Marines and the Astral Army to kill those high-level empires and seize the Emperor's throne? "
The staff officer expressed his scruples.
Everyone was frightened suddenly.
Going to Terra with the Astral Army, there are so many associations.
"Don't talk about it, let's think about how to survive. The Tyranids are extraordinary. Facing those beasts, the Star Militia has a lot to do with destroying the regiment." The staff officer's words became dignified.
Hawk sat in his seat, eating his own food, and thinking about this battle.
They are the pioneers, and they must snipe the Tyranid Zerg in Vitria until the arrival of the Primarch.
Anyone who understands the horror of the Tyranid Zerg clearly knows what such a mission represents.
"Maybe we will all be summoned by the emperor." A regiment commander next to him said humorously.
Everyone laughed, then lowered their heads and continued eating.
Old Jorn did not stay in the camp, but ran into the city with his companion Kakar.
He needs some inspiration.
The two walked through the empty street and the alley between the high walls, and entered the dark building.
They walked into the streets that had been ravaged by war and collapsed due to the counter-insurgency.
People are picking up trash and cleaning the streets.
In a dark street.
Old Jon and Kakal were just about to walk over.
I heard someone shouting.
"Guilliman is a traitor. He betrayed the Emperor and us."
Old Yon and Kakar looked over.
It was found that it was a man in ragged clothes. He ran to the front of the people and shouted frantically.
Passers-by avoided him as if seeing a lunatic.
"I was your ruler and you treated me so rudely, you shameless bastards. Look, that vile Guilliman will surely take his father's throne, he is a treacherous bastard."
"The Erkas family gave everything for the empire, and his lackeys drove away the loyalists and threw all the power to a woman. One day, he will throw you away, just like throwing away garbage ."
(end of this chapter)