As she spoke, Sylvia stopped in front of her and gestured to silence us.

At the same time, I heard the sound of a fight coming from the corner in front of me. The sound of heavy objects hitting the human body, shouting, wailing, and the few shots from small-caliber gunpowder firearms, which were commonly used by the infidels. And judging by the intermittent gunfire, the infidels were in a bad situation.

It turns out that there are still people who are insisting on resisting, and they are fighting well.

By the time I got around the corner and looked over, a small group of heretics was retreating, and in the doorway to a compartment on the side of the hallway, broken corpses lay on the ground. Looking at the appearance of those corpses, they are slightly more complete than those blown up by heavy shells, and some of them look like they were fired by large-caliber machine guns. However, it was clear that there were no heavy firearms in the sound just now.

However, after closer inspection, I realized that it was not the effect of guns at all, it was the work of heavy cold weapons. After fighting with the Space Marines, it is common to see corpses like this.

Ashwarya flew up in pursuit of the fleeing infidels, and I glanced at Sylvia and walked toward the door.

Unlike the cabins with sealed doors, this cabin is completely open, except for a breastwork wall made of pagan corpses and a few iron tables and chairs inside, and you can clearly see the vast space and rows of tables and chairs inside, which does indeed look like a dining room. Several crew members dressed as pagan weapons looked at us nervously, and if they hadn't seen that we weren't dressed like infidels, they might have been shot long ago.

"Put down your guns, crew. I am a captain in the Imperial Navy, and I am calling you into battle. Sylvia ordered.

The crew looked at each other and slowly lowered their guns, but no one answered.

"I command you, all those who can still fight, come out and follow me!" Sylvia raised her voice.

Still no one came out. Also, the current Sylvia doesn't look like a captain at all. Her former naval officer's uniform had become tattered during the battle, mainly from Ashvalya's tail flames, and had to be covered with a layer of armor commonly used by our Defence Forces. Now that both of us seem to be the most ordinary soldiers of the Defence Forces, it will be difficult to convince those people.

Sylvia looked at me with a look of embarrassment. I can't use psionic energy right now, so I'm going to show my eloquence again. However, before I could speak, Ashwarya had already destroyed all the remnants of the enemy and returned triumphantly.

Looking at the situation before us, the nun walked up to us and said to the crew, "You should be able to recognize me as a battle nun under the command of my Inquisitor. Now I order you to come and fight with me, or I will burn you cowards according to the divine right granted by the Empire! ”

She took off the small flamethrower from her waist and pointed it at them, and with a slight pull of the trigger, the muzzle of the gun shot out flames of a few feet long, intensifying her intimidating effect.

The crew at the door stepped back a bit, and out of a cabin came more crew, mostly bare-handed, or armed with a steel pipe that had been a table leg.

The total number of people in this restaurant has exceeded fifty, but less than ten are armed. There were thirty or forty corpses of the heretics at the door, but most of the weapons had been shattered like their owners.

There should be a very strong soldier here, and one person can carry more than fifty of these crew members. Even if we only take him away, it will be a great help for our next battle.

"But my Honorable Nun, according to the last orders of the Inquisitor, we must stay here and wait for rescue. It was so easy for us to gather these people. A slightly older man argued. …,

"Help has arrived. Both the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Defense sent their troops. There's no need to hold on now, it's time for us to fight back! ”

The other remained silent. It could be seen that they had taken our word for it, but still did not have the courage to come out and fight us, as if this room without even a sealed hatch would give them much protection.

All it takes is two or three grenades or a flame gun to slaughter an entire room in a fraction of the time. I don't know where they found their sense of security.

By the way, what about the guy who killed the infidels? I keep an eye on everyone, and no one looks like they have the brute strength of a Space Marine.

"Who's the boss here? Stand out! The nun became angry and thought of making an example of the monkey.

Suddenly, I had an alarm in my mind!

"Ash! Come back! ”

I didn't even have time to call out her full name, but I was still a step too slow. Suddenly, a huge body blocked the light from the cabin, shrouding the nun in shadow. A stout hand grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, while the other grabbed her wrist and lifted her up, allowing the eruption of flames to burn black on the top wall.

"is the head of the place! is protecting these people! only listened to the orders of the colonel! Nuns and Inquisitors get out! ”

A loud voice shook the surrounding bulkheads and resonated slightly.

When I saw that figure, I was reassured. Reaching out and grabbing Sylvia, who had drawn her sword to help, I tried to shout in a louder voice, "Ogli! ”

"Yes, sir!" The two-and-a-half-meter-tall man reflexively threw the nun to the ground, standing upright, and with the other hand threw the snatched flame gun on the ground, and secretly raised his foot to smash it.

Now, standing in the cafeteria through a breastplate of flesh and blood are soldiers who are almost as tall and burly as Space Marines. His arms were thicker than my thighs, which were as big as my waist, his muscles were like rocks, and his neck was so thick that it almost fit into my head. The old helmet had one of its horns severed, and the one that was still intact still had a pagan head with wide eyes. He was dressed in extremely heavy dark green carapace armor, covered in bullets, shrapnel, and scar wounds, many of which were even piercing.

No one would mistake him for a Space Marine, an Oglian soldier who is sometimes called an ape or an ogre.

Born on a planet with great gravity, Oglim has a body that is far superior to that of ordinary people, almost comparable to that of a Space Marine who has received the Emperor's sacred genes. However, their intelligence is pitifully low, only equivalent to the level of children, and they can barely master any weapons. Although difficult to train and difficult to command, Oglim has become one of the best soldiers in the eyes of all officers due to their devastating nature and thick skin, and has almost equal status with the most elite Storm Commando in the ranks of the Imperial Guard.

The guy in front of him, judging from the actions of Fang Cai, undoubtedly has extremely rich combat experience, and at the same time, his brain has also undergone the intellectual transformation of the highest rules.

An Oglim veteran, baby! With him on a rampage in front, the people behind can just fire with confidence. Even if he hits him once in a while, it doesn't matter, his intelligence shouldn't be enough to tell who hurt him.

As I observed him, he was also looking down at me. Before I could say anything, he first raised his hand and pointed at me and yelled, "You're a GI!" Not sir! You have no right to command Nalgae! ”

I don't think it's a good thing to make Oglim overly smart. …,

"Who can command?" It was as if I was infected by his loud voice and momentum, and before I knew it, I was speaking in a similar way to him.

"The colonel commander can order Nalgae! In the Colonel's absence, so can the Black Skin. ”

Sure enough, this guy used to be the head of the regiment's honor guard, and only listened to the orders of the regiment commander or political commissar.

At this point, I regret throwing away the commissar's hat, otherwise I would have been able to impersonate it.

Still, with O'Green's pitiful intelligence, how could he tell the Colonel? Many soldiers of normal intelligence have not learned to distinguish ranks after two or three months of enlistment.

"I'm the acting head of the 251st Regiment of Kadian, and I think I have the right to order you." I'll try again.

The big man took off his helmet and scratched his bare head, as if looking for an excuse to refuse. Suddenly, he reached inside his armor and pulled out a greasy book.

Looking at the cover, "Imperial Military Affairs Manual", I wiped it, this guy can still read? The head of this thing was blessed by the emperor himself, right?!

Fortunately, he did not break the common sense that Ogelin could not read. He just flipped through the pages, turned to one of the pages, and showed me the epaulettes of various military ranks on it, "Look, you need this kind of three-star one." ”

If all it takes is three stars, then why not a captain? But unfortunately, I got the rank of major directly, and I never became a captain. But this little problem still bothered me.

Take out my pair of lieutenant colonel epaulettes and take one star from one to the other, so that I have a colonel epaulette. I hid the major's epaulette, which still had one star left, and showed the freshly baked colonel's epaulettes to Private Oglien.

Immediate results. Oglim saluted sharply, "Colonel! The Ripper squad waits for orders! ”

I raised my hand in return, and was very upset to find that the other person and I had raised the same arm. The emperor is above, am I wrong or is he wrong?

After the salute, I ordered, "Take your men, arm them, and go to battle with me!" ”

"Yes! Sir! He stomped his foot, then waved to the crew behind him, "Guys, there's fun!" ”

With the boss taking the lead, the crew had to act. turned and ran to the inner room, and when he came out, he had already taken his weapon, a large wooden mallet studded with pieces of broken iron, the head of which was almost the size of my torso. Only a green-skinned orc would make and use such a rudimentary, rugged weapon, apparently the trophy he had won after fighting a greenskinned boss. He could wield the heavy weapon with ease with one hand, and a steel table top as a shield in the other.

The crew gathered at the door, still reluctant to come out. pushed through the crowd and walked over, kicked down the breastwork with his feet, and the fragments of the fallen corpse went over my boots and made my pants bloody.