As if it was the first time I had been at the helm in battle, I felt much better, the captain was stiff, he didn't turn the steering wheel much, and the transport ship no longer maneuvered drastically.

The old priest was invited to sit aside and rest, and Sylvia began to address the ship herself, speaking into the communicator.

"Crew, I'm Sylvia Grimen, your captain."

Her words were sonorous and unhurried, not as fanatical and hoarse as the old clergyman.

"I'm a warrior and I've fought a lot and survived, but I've also lost a lot of my comrades. There will be sacrifices in the battle, and I can't promise to bring everyone back alive. I am not a priest and cannot promise you the world after death, and I have no right to ask the upper echelons of the Navy what reward they will give us for our exploits today......"

Hey, are you deliberately demoralizing? It's easy for the old man to keep going. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious to grab the communicator.

The Major's voice raised slightly, "Crew, forgive me for calling you that, I would have preferred to be a real soldier alongside me, but you weren't, at least not yet. You are a forgotten bunch of people in the navy, living in the tiniest cabins, eating the poorest food, and the glory of battle is not with you. I know that everyone is tired of this life, and all you lack is a chance......"

Her voice grew higher-pitched, and she cried out like an old priest, "Now, I'll give you this chance!" Directly in front of us, there is an attacked Imperial Light Cruiser, a real battleship! It had been connected for more than two hours, and I believe the inside of the battleship was already bleeding. Now, the opportunity is in front of us! Kill all the fallen traitors, heretics and demons, and save the ship, which will be yours! Our battleships! I used to serve on that kind of battleship, and I knew there was a qiē you dreamed of! Spacious private cabins, hot fresh food, clean water, enough for you to take a shower, artificial gravity everywhere, and casual drinks when you're not on duty! There you will truly have the status of naval warriors, and the dead will receive a glorious burial. Yes, it's the ship, it's already close at hand, it's within reach - soldiers, what are you waiting for? Are you ready?! ”

I couldn't hide my surprise - this person really has a set, could it be a professional political commissar from the Loyal Heir Academy? No, the newly graduated political commissar does not necessarily have the right amount of incitement from her, but only the kind of old political commissar who has rich work experience and is familiar with what soldiers really need.

Through guò psionic perception, I could already hear sporadic cries of "ready" from neighboring cabins.

A dream at your fingertips...... Is hope an illusion of the weak...... But the only way to stir up the insignificant courage in the hearts of these weak people is to use this means.

Sylvia took a breath and continued: "The battle is about to begin, and I have given the order with the authority of captain to open cargo box E1213 in the C3 cargo compartment area, which is the third ration that will be delivered to the defense forces. I have the right to requisition these goods when needed, and now, before the battle begins, we will add food! ”

"Ouye-" "Hurrah-" A cheer was heard, and it was transmitted directly from the outside into the bridge without psionic perception.

"And E1215, which is spirits. All combatants, one bottle each! ”

The cheers became louder and more neat, and even the slogan became "Long live the captain!" "Long live Sylvia!" ……

The mighty commissar Hiphas Kane once said that a bottle of spirits is worth the power of a hundred commissars. The young captain may not know the legendary heroes of our defense forces, but there are always some similarities in the thinking of heroes. …,

And, in fact, she didn't use too many goods that were too expensive. Ration-3 is also known as Field Rations in our Defense Forces, and I really don't believe anyone other than the Oglin soldiers can bite into that thing directly, and the soldiers joke that those hard things are better stuffed into flat mortars and used as shotguns for close-range fire. As for the spirits, the spirits supplied to the ordinary soldiers of the Wehrmacht were definitely not made from what was grown in the land, they were the product of some low-level industrial nest city, which needed to be mixed with several times the amount of water when drinking, and could be poured into the tank of Riemanrus to make it run in times of crisis, and it could even be used as ammunition for flame guns when there was a lack of promethium fuel.

I'm a little curious, in addition to my hometown of Sogan, there should be an agricultural world and a nest city world in the Melved system, which has neither lack of agriculture nor enough industrial capacity, and usually transports food and industrial products to Kadian from there, why is it the other way around now? The Empire's transportation power is expensive......

It should be said that the efficiency of the people in the combat situation was really good, and in just a few minutes, the food had been taken out of the storage area in the middle and rear of the only transport ship and distributed to every crew, of course, only the crew who had picked up their guns and were ready to pick up the strings could get the wine. To my amazement, the thin, obviously stunted crew members nibbled on rock-hard No. 3 rations. I also feel hungry under their influence, after all, I have just experienced a long sleep, although I can use spiritual energy to keep my body function from declining or even block out hunger, but it is not good for my health to have an empty stomach all the time.

I called a crew member, asked for food, and refused the wine. Even if it's not to eat enough, chewing something in your mouth can help relax.

However, the relaxation did not last long. As I slowly scraped the dry food with my dagger and squeezed the scraped powder into my mouth, the seat under me jerked me, and if it weren't for the tight strap on my seat belt, I would have flown out. Even the crew, who had been familiar with the shaking of the ship for many years, were staggering one by one at this time.

"I've been hit in the bow, and my shield is overloaded!"

"Got it." Sylvia said lightly, returning to the steering wheel to replace the guilt-ridden captain. Looking at the captain's calm expression, the panic in the bridge slowly subsided.

However, the chaos on the other side is not destined to make this journey easy. Even with a more skilled helmsman, the danger to the transport ship is slowly increasing, after all, it is already close to the enemy, and the hit rate of the shelling has greatly increased. Within a few minutes, the ship shook again.

"The amidships were broken, two warehouses were damaged, and the cargo losses are being counted. Fall...... Six people ......" soon the report came.

"I know, I don't have to do loss statistics in the future." Sylvia held the steering wheel firmly and ordered softly.

Then she announced: "We're about to slow down, and we're about to pick up the strings in 30 minutes." Damage management team, please during the period. ”

Suddenly, I felt someone extend their psionic probes into my neighborhood. Chaos? I was about to fight back, but it felt like it wasn't so much like the forces of Chaos, but like people on our side.

A moment later, the psyker sent me a telepathy, "The Imperial Battleship Redemption Heresy to Melved Picker, your participation in the battle has greatly alleviated the crisis of our ship, please don't interfere in the next battle, please continue to speed up and turn away." ”

Only talking about battleships, without introducing affiliation, and still knowing our identity...... A larger warship may be famous, but who knows a transport ship that could be the most ordinary? Could it really be someone from the Navy? Secret Force? But why not identify yourself and receive assistance? Obviously, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the competition for war merits will not put your life on the line......

It's intriguing......

Obviously, this message was not sent to me alone, after all, psionic energy is more likely to affect ordinary people. Almost everyone is looking up, subconsciously looking for the source of the sound.

Sylvia looked angry, raised her hand and gestured to the sky and drew a middle finger: "Wait obediently, your broken ship sister is going to be decided!" ”