Putting aside the spoils of war argument for now, Sylvia and I rushed forward. As she approached the crew, Sylvia let out a fuss as she did.

I didn't see anything wrong, except for a red sigil on the ground that glowed slightly. However, there are no more chaotic people here, just erase a single mark. Without the Chaos cultists to hold blood sacrifices, the altar would be of little use.

In the places we had walked before, the gaps left between the containers varied in size, some wide enough for two Riemann Ruth to pass side by side, and narrow enough to allow only thinner people to enter sideways. Compared with the road, the front seems to be a little empty, and the large empty field of hundreds of square meters is not covered in the slightest. It was evident that there was at least one company of heretics active a moment ago, but now they were all corpses scattered in the surrounding corners. Obviously, in this unsheltered environment, the shock wave and fragments of the big explosion were used to the fullest, killing almost six or seven hundred people in an instant.

In addition to the messy hundreds of broken corpses, there were also many fragments of steel suspended in the space, some were shattered weapons, and others looked like iron sheets - this is the outer wall of the container?

At this time, I also realized that something was wrong - this is obviously a storage area, or an area where heavy weapons are stored, where did the containers go here? It was stolen by Chaos, right?!

I looked at the ground, and the bolt stubble and steel cables that were originally used to hold the container in place confirmed my suspicions.

I unleashed my psionic sense to probe the Chaos Mark on the deck, and sure enough, it was a portal large enough to transport large cargo like a tank.

No wonder, the troops who were teleported over had a company, but they didn't try to seize the ship, it turned out that they were hiding here to steal things. But is there anything good here worth stealing from Chaos ?

Sylvia silently beckoned to one of the crew members, "Count the damage." ”

The crew took out a few jù boards and looked at them for a while, then compared them with the scene in front of them, and reported tremblingly: "At least twenty containers were lost, all of them were heavy weapons and equipment, and a large number of shells, the specific type ......"

Sylvia raised her hand to stop his debriefing and asked, "Do we have enough accessories to assemble a Thunderbolt?" Is the plasma torpedo still there? ”

The crew looked at the remaining containers around them and nodded silently.

"Inform the mechanical priest that the thunderbolt and torpedo will be ready for me." Sylvia sighed, her expression lonely, completely devoid of the excitement she had just had had after killing a Thousand Sons Warlock.

I can understand her feelings. Having lost a large amount of valuable ordnance and supplies, the young captain of the major has been saddled with great guilt, and she wants to avoid the fate of court-martial with a suicide attack.

Two mechanical priests arrived, one of whom immediately used a flamespray gun to cut open a shipping container and take out large pieces of the aircraft to assemble them on the spot. If it is on the ground, this kind of work requires at least a well-equipped arsenal to carry out, but the gravity-free environment is much simpler, and the parts weighing more than a ton can be easily moved by hand.

The other mechanical priest did not move, and said, "Captain, I must warn you that the Thunderbolt fighter is completely incapable of carrying heavy torpedoes. Torpedoes are much longer than warplanes. ”

"I know!" Sylvia snorted and said, "You don't have to prepare the thruster part, just give me the warhead to prepare." ”

"But it's not in order," said the priest...... before a hell's pistol was put on his forehead, and he had to change his words, "as you wish, Captain." ”

Another container was cut open, and the crew removed several large components, each of which was an extremely large cylinder, a few points larger than the turret of Riemannus. If it is in the atmosphere, it will definitely not be able to carry any of them with the load of lightning. …,

The Thunderbolt is a very common light fighter, and its modular construction makes it easy to disassemble and assemble. I've seen this thing many times, so I don't have much curiosity. However, the plasma torpedo, a large weapon exclusive to the Navy, was the first time in my life that I had seen it, and I studied it very carefully. Ignoring the thruster components, the mechanical priest fiddled with the warhead in an intricate and mysterious ritual that contained a large number of prayers and incantations. I haven't studied the Robina set in depth, so I don't understand what he's doing, but I've seen our Wehrmacht's mechanical priests fiddling with some special ammunition that looks a little similar - nothing more than removing the fuse, installing the fuse, or something.

Sylvia was equally unable to participate in these technical preparations, and stood to the side, her face gloomy. Although it had been planned for a long time to fly the plane, the original purpose was to win the victory, but now it has become atonement...... Even if I don't read minds, I can understand how bad her mood is.

It gave me the urge to do something.

As a matter of business, it was Sylvia's responsibility to transport and keep these ordnances, and it had nothing to do with me, but in all fairness, it was a battle in which I was involved, and in which the enemy had taken almost a vital piece of material under our noses, I was one of the losers. But what can I do at this point? I'm just a defender, and I'm only good at fighting enemies face to face, and I'm completely powerless against an enemy who is far away on another battleship.

It gave me a great sense of frustration.

By the way, there's also a Chaos Mark on the deck, and it's always bad to let it emit Chaos energy, and it will pollute the crew. I walked over and tried to destroy it.

First stretched out the sense of touch to test it, and found that it was still working, and I could easily extend the sense of touch to the chaotic warship. However, I haven't done too much in-depth investigation, and the battleship has been contaminated by the strict chaos of chaos, so it is not appropriate to touch too much.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to me - I could use this teleportation channel!

I called out to the crew with the number of jù plates and asked, "Are there any heavy shells here?" ”

"Is it okay to petrify lizards?"

"Of course." The Petrified Lizard Cannon is the most common heavy support firepower in the Imperial Guard, and the roar of the Petrified Lizard is the prelude to an attack with high morale.

The crew carefully compared the number of plates with the actual situation, "we lost nine bases of ammunition, just exploded another base, and now there are no more shells in batches......"

I was disappointed, and was about to ask something else, when he continued: "There are also scattered shells with other cargo, more than thirty rounds in total, and ten more ground-moving shells......

"Ground moving shells? Where is it? Find out for me! I was so excited that I grabbed his clothes with my hands.