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Sun Field, Adamantua, King Kong.

A war between space marines and alien monsters is raging on this planet. The Space Marines were dressed in ancient yellow power armor with a raised fist on their shoulder armor, and their defensive formation was tight and consistent, like a high wall in front of this group of alien beasts.

Fists of the Empire.

One of the nine start-up warbands.

"Woohoo! Boom Boom! ”

At this time, Mo Han, the current leader of the Imperial Fist, was sitting in a Damocles-class rhinoceros command vehicle, and several whirlwind missile vehicles around the rhinoceros command vehicle were "roaring" to launch ground-to-ground missiles, and the fragmentation missiles exploded in the distant herd, kicking off large areas of dirt and rubble and stumps and broken arms.

"Push, compress the space of the aliens!"

The commander of the battle group, Mohan, gave the order.

The horn sounded from defense to attack, and the Space Marines of the Imperial Fist received the order and began to steadily advance the line. The high wall slowly pressed against the enemy, compressing the space for the alien beasts to move little by little, and finally forcing them into the nest that poured out. The scales of victory are tipping in the direction of the Space Marines.

However, there was no joy on Mohan's face.

He observed the holographic projector in the rhinoceros command vehicle, looked at the chaotic red spots in the green star map, his face was serious and his brows were furrowed, and he said in the communication channel:

"We must speed up, these aliens are spreading wantonly throughout the star sector, we are too few troops to stop them, destroy the alien nests on this planet as soon as possible, and then transfer to other worlds. Hurry up! ”

"Understood, sir!"

The company commanders replied with a bang.

Only one company commander remained silent.

Kurland, the commander of the second company of the Fist of the Empire.

At this time, the commander of the second company was sitting in a Thunderhawk gunboat, and next to him stood a technical priest in a red robe. Looking at the alien beasts running around the window, Kurander's face was a little worried, and after thinking about it, he finally opened a private communication channel to contact his boss alone:

"My lord, I think we need support."

There was silence on the other side of the communication channel.

Mohan did not answer his suggestion.

Ignoring it, Kurland continued:

"The chrome people are so vulnerable that we can easily defeat them, but there are so many of them. We only have a thousand people in our entire warband, we can't cover the entire sector, what we need is numerical support. ”

Kurland finished his advice bluntly.

His meaning is very clear: the chrome people are not strong, the only problem is that there are too many of them, the Imperial Fist as a holy canon war group only has a thousand people, and the "wall guard" of the hundred people must be removed, more than 900 space marines are not enough to cover the entire star area, as long as you call some Imperial Guards over, you can quickly surround and close the enemy and then strangle.

"I agree with you, Kurland."

Mohan sighed and finally responded.

"Then why ......"

Kurland asked, puzzled.

"Because it's not just a strategic issue."

Mohan uttered a word that was alien to Kurland:

"It's a political issue, Kurland."

Political issues?

In the hundreds of years that he had been a Space Marine and Second Company Commander of the Fist of the Empire, Kurander had hardly ever thought about it, it was a strange and strange word to him, until it was spat out of the mouth of the warband.

Mohan slowly explained:

"The peace of the empire has lasted too long. I've heard some news that Terra's side, the Imperial Council, is even debating whether it is still necessary for Space Marines to maintain their existence...... We can't call in Terra for help, we must win this battle alone to banish these aliens and prove ourselves that Astarte is still the Empire's sharpest blade, one of the Empire's most powerful military forces. ”

Kurland was speechless for a moment.

After listening to it, he only felt incredulous.

The Fist of the Empire, one of the nine founding warbands, the descendants of the Seventh Legion, who were in charge of the defense of Terra and stood on the walls of the palace to resist the traitor army to the death, should be the Astarte Legion that the people of Terra are most impressed with, and now they need to take the initiative to prove the meaning and value of their existence to the Imperial Council, how ridiculous is this?

Kurland also noticed a detail.

When Mohan said "the most powerful military force in the empire", he added a suffix - "one". What makes a proud Space Marine so cautiously worded? Aren't the Space Marines the Empire's most powerful military force?

"Carry out the order, second company commander."

Mohan dropped a sentence and hung up the communication.

Kurland sat in the cockpit in a daze.

"I've got to correct you for a fallacy, Company Commander Kurland."

The technical priest next to him suddenly spoke:

"According to my latest analytical observations and the results of the dissectional experiments, these half-machine, half-insect alien beasts do not possess the most basic advanced intelligence, and it may not be appropriate for you to call them 'chrome stars', because they are not strictly human, and they should be properly called ...... 'chromium beasts'."

"The name is not the point, Laurentius Sage."

Kurland waved his hand irritably.

After finishing speaking, he was suddenly stunned.

"Wait, you say, they don't have the most basic higher intelligence...... So how do they conduct interstellar voyages across star regions? They can't make interstellar vehicles, so how did they end up in the Adamanontua sector? ”

Kurland threw out a barrage of questions.

"You've found the problem, Commander Kurland."

Laurentiis is a sage with a sense of authenticity.

"What research have you discovered, Sage?"

Kurland looked at the technical priest with a serious face.

"Listen."

Lawrentiis mechanical synapses point beyond the porthole.

Kurander turned his head to listen, the thunder gunboat was rapidly streaking over the battlefield, and the entire battlefield below was enveloped in a strange hum that seemed to be a simple syllable that had accompanied them since the Imperial Fist stepped into the battlefield.

"I extracted this audio data and analyzed it in an attempt to find patterns in it, but found nothing, and then I compared the audio to several known alien languages, and found that their closest thing was orc."

Laurentiis Sage said.

"Orcs?"

Kurland asked, frowning.

So far, there is no clue that this battle has anything to do with the Greenskins, and Kurland didn't expect to hear such an answer, and it doesn't feel very credible.

"It's a little weird, but it's true."

Laurentiis Sage said earnestly:

"I have a suspicion that these chrome beasts may be sending us a message. I had told Captain Mohan about this conjecture, but he was not interested in what the alien was trying to say. Thank you for your patience to listen to me, Company Commander Kurland, my work needs to be recognized sometimes. ”

As he spoke, the technical priest opened an old book.

"From the victory of Ulanor to the Horus Rebellion to the present, although orcs have been sporadically appearing in various regions of the empire, they have never posed any threat, so there are not many technical priests willing to study them, and this orc material in my hand is still from more than a thousand years ago......"

Laurentiis babbled.

Kurland glanced at the cover of the old book.

Alien Anatomy.

Author: Quintor Anastasiao.

"Orc is not a very precise language compared to Gothic, and after comparing it with the sources, I determined that these syllables may represent the following three meanings."

Laurentiis the sage pointed to the book and said:

"Kill."

"I will kill."

Or...... Beast. ”

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