The Steelgate is mature enough, and at the moment the planet is full of Imperial inhabitants, and it is conservatively estimated that there are tens of millions of people living here for various reasons, but when the notice of the defensive war is sent on sacred vellum paper and framed with the seal of the state religion, Alan Baier has to admit that those people may be worthless.

The plan above to decorate the residential areas of the Empire and change their appearance, pretending to be military equipment, such as ammunition warehouses or oil warehouses, to help the Imperial Guard undertake the attack, to put it bluntly, is to push civilians into the fire pit, at least on the surface, and behind it...

However, Alan Bair is not the so-called "Virgin", and those civilians can still have time to evacuate, and the miser and the lucky ones are waiting to be bombarded into mud by the aliens.

Fortunately, there are many rational people, especially those who are opportunistic to resell things, some time ago, countless civilian ships left, but the huge base represents a shortage, and now the ship fare in the roaming port has reached 8,000 throne coins.

This is equivalent to two months' salary for a novice technical priest, and a full year of service for an Imperial Guard soldier, because Throne Coins are not cheap, and one Throne Coin can be exchanged for valuable water in the nest capital, and in the case of the agricultural world, it would take several kilograms of food to get one.

The price of a ferry ticket, that is, a life, is so noble, that is, the civilians who remain in this world are countless, although there are many rich people who dig up "gold" here and leave, more are just bankrupt and have to stay.

Civilization is strong, but society is weak, and the environment inside the Iron Gate instantly becomes bad, dirty and messy, full of contradictions and plunder.

The Astral Army doesn't manage the common people, and there is no planetary governor here, so there is no PDF, and the order of the roaming port is maintained by those tunnel gangs, or idle people, etc., hooligan perverts.

The goal of the Astral Army has always been to focus on the countless powerful enemies of the Empire, rather than focusing on the hooligans, and in a society where there is no order at all, those who originally disrupted the order have become the dominant ones of the order.

But the departure of those with vested interests has also led to the complete collapse of the precarious order here, and these things have nothing to do with the Imperial Guard, who need to be vigilant against enemy attacks and stationed as a local defense, but Alan Baier is one of the few who needs peace there.

The intelligence tavern arranged by Makato, one of the few places in the Empire that has access to the outside environment, where I don't know how many Imperial secrets and how many agents have served, and even today, after the restlessness began, that small place will also be a place for thugs.

The lieutenant colonel looked at the order in his hand and maintained law and order... It's really not like an order from an imperial general, it's more like a planetary governor or a freeport naval commander or something, but the greatest interest of the Iron Gate for the empire is still defense, but this does not mean that safety and security are not important.

The Imperial Guard can't do anything about turning a blind eye to internal security, and this mess is even worse now, so it can be said that this task means that you have to try to distinguish between the citizens of the Empire and the thugs, but Alan Baier has no choice.

He was approached because he was the only one who knew the importance of this task, and he had enough troops to suppress tens of millions of people, and Skadi was also highly disciplined internally, and the chance of causing all kinds of trouble was low.

Normally, this mission should mobilize the Stormtroopers to save, but the use of elites may surprise the snake, and it can even be said that maintaining the environment is fake, and the goal of saving is true, but it takes more effort to make up for the lie, and this matter must carry the truth.

The so-called truth is to maintain order to form a false military component, and let the enemy deliberately attack residential areas in exchange for a strategic advantage, both of which need to be done for Alan Bair, but the main goal is still the intelligence thing.

Responsibility, victory, those things are something that the imperial officers must bear, and you can't blame those heroes for returning to the fields and becoming waste aristocrats, after all, human nature is like this.

"Staff officer, call the soldiers, we have work to do."

The Chief of Staff is taking care of his military uniform, and as a staff officer of the Imperial Guard, his profession is more like a "vase" than a soldier, nothing more than a "vase" with great authority to disembowel heretics and aliens. ”

Appearance is also a compulsory subject for him, which often makes Alan Baier care about his crumpled military uniform and messy head, after all, it is either a battleship or a trench, and it is fine when it is stationed, but once the war starts, there is no time.

"I'll find the soldiers when I'm done," Alan Bair said, picking up the disgusting strategy map, the servo skull glinting, and using its loyal body to transmit the data to the tactical tablet.

The complex lines and the interior of the city, the narrow three-dimensional view and the large amount of debris and garbage in it, it is better to say that it is a city built on steel gates, than on garbage.

The Recycle Station is almost the heart of the city, and the equipment previously used by the Mechonists to ensure that the massive asteroid fortress maintains some self-circulation to reduce the need for external supplies, and is now home to the citizens of the Empire.

"The thugs who don't leave will surely occupy the recycle bin, as long as their boss has a little foresight, gathers resources, and gets a ticket."

Alan Bair thought in pieces, he wouldn't think that those roguelike guys might go and grab the ships of the Imperial Guard, at least for a short time, those things wouldn't dare, but if those people had a foothold and a certain amount of manpower and material resources, they would trample on their fears in order to survive.

At least compared to the alien invasion, the Imperial Guard is clearly still human, something they can understand.

In terms of the primary goal, needless to say, think more, the infantry occupy those core recycling stations, clean up the armed places, and then co-opt or clean up those stupid things, if the other side is so stupid that they don't even occupy the recycling bin, then those people are probably worthless, and it is better to kill them directly.

Determine the goal, but the mind is chaotic, every plan is at the fingertips, there is no so-called perfection, only improvisation, but the responsibility and gravity of this matter is the meaning of Alan Bair's life.

He needed to report his best plan to the soldiers who were surrounding him, but at the moment when the battle was slowly clear, the sound of sudden reporting began to appear, and the 12 infantry companies were ready, and the officers above the rank of second lieutenant were lined up, stood in line, and advanced, reaching Alan Baier.

As soon as his thoughts had a thread, and before he could thread the needle, the soldier was ready, and he had no choice but to go to the battlefield.

"The 1st to 12th companies of the Skadi only regiment listened to the order, drove the Chimera, the sentries counted it, we moved forward from several main tunnels, using the Chimera armored vehicles as cover to suppress the mob."

"Propaganda along the way, asking to give way, cooperating, we are going to occupy the recycle station area, and remember that our lives come first, and if a mob shows up after the warning, shoot first."

Then, with a crisp answer, the extremely fast mobilization began, and several Chimeras slowly walked out of the armory, and the Imperial Guard soldiers who followed behind were even more elite among the elite.

Scardy's dispatch made the other members of the Imperial Guard look sideways, after all, the hottest group is like a hero like a Space Marine, no matter what the situation is, it is absolutely extraordinary.

The Imperial Guard officers quickly realized that someone was working on the mess here, and were glad that it was not up to them to suppress the civilian side of the problem, because the mob was not easy to deal with when it went crazy.

The smell of promethium in the pipes was pervasive, and the cold metal protected humanity from this cold and hopeless void in an absolute vacuum, both physically and mentally.

The humming sound of the Empire's engine attracts the living, and the situation in the residential area makes one frown, death, hideous and terrible death, and many thugs torturing the weak in the streets.

And the spiked and disgusting chains hung the poor victim, and the man covered in the red cloth almost died, and if it weren't for the twitching of the thugs as they slashed their blades across his skin, Alan Barr would have thought he had gone to see the Emperor.

Order has broken down here, and between the narrow streets and cage-like houses that are no more than two Chimeras parallel, the pure gold transformation will protect nothing.

The floor was littered with hallucinogens, needles, wine bottles, and starch-block bags, human corpses, and the faces of the dead were twisted and struggling, their bodies tattered, as if they had been tortured by many abnormalities.

"It's disgusting..."The Chief of Staff watched from the Chimera's cab, and he could feel the desperation that permeated the ground in his narrow observation hole, but he still turned on his device and amplified his voice with the sacred grille, so that the news of the arrival of the Imperial Guard could appear.

"This is the Imperial Guard, the only infantry regiment of Skady, now requisition this area, requisition this road, Imperial citizens, please get out of the way, if you don't act immediately, we can judge you as a heretic on the spot according to our own rights and responsibilities!"

"Repeat again! This is the Imperial Guard, the only infantry regiment of Skadi, now requisition this area, requisition this road, citizens of the Empire, please get out of the way, if you don't act immediately, we can judge you as a heretic on the spot according to our own rights and responsibilities! ”

Alan Bair watched as the abusive Imperial Guard men in front of him were leaving, and even though they were fast, he still spoke. "Shoot them, and those things run away is also a scourge."

Whizzing, swishing, the Chimera's car gun instantly smashed those rotten people into rotten flesh, the Gothic pattern representing the Hive gang on their faces instantly shattered, and the razor used to abuse the citizens of the empire fell to the ground.

Sometimes that's it, you can't tell what is human, what is good and what is bad, Alan Baier doesn't even know why this group of perverts mistreated this poor citizen of the Empire, and when the Chimera slowly drove away, the Imperial Guard stepped on the flesh, and the citizen of the Empire was already dying, but he couldn't waste time and bullets for him, he could only wait for his death.

Fortunately, the pain of his life has ended, those demonic compatriots have died, and when his soul returns to the emperor, he will be able to find peace when he joins the souls of billions of people who worship the Lord of Mankind in the subspace.

However, after the Imperial Guard moved away, in the abnormal blur of the air in the clearing, a tall spirit in pitch-black armor appeared, tall and thin, holding a poison crystal rifle with a single-molecule blade, calmly retrieving strange alien micro-shaped equipment from those corpses.

Hiding was something the dark spirits loved, and the chaos of the murder of the conspiracy was even more satisfying, and the tall alien walked up to someone deemed hopeless by the Imperial Guard, hanging high like a roast duck, his flesh almost plucked off, dying, only the blood drying up on his body, internal organs and muscles wriggling to keep him alive.

His appearance and his name were no longer important, in fact, he was already a dead man when he was caught.

The alien-shaped, white mask resembled a skull, and the chitin armor brushed the body of the living person exposed to the air, enjoying the terrible death.

Next, he took out a slender needle and plunged it into the living person's body, and soon, his weak body began to tremble, and his skin began to heal, but this was not salvation, but abuse.

Healing with an abnormal repair speed, how to describe such a feeling, that is probably the soreness after muscle fatigue, magnified thousands of times with itching, eager to make people detain their own flesh.

The poor survivor kept squirming and trembling, and his skin began to repair, but even the pathetic soul that had been abused like that, and had become so numb that it could not scream, could not help but begin to wail in horror at this moment.

Disgusting, painful, and empathetic creatures would definitely come to his aid, even an orc would shoot to end the life of this hapless shrimp, but the thing from the Comoros was trembling, she was...

Gasping for air?

And when the poor man passed out, the spirit was eager to untie his shoulder blades, which were held in chains through them, and it was hard to imagine that the slender body could pick up an adult with one hand, as if it were a pet or a toddler.

The unlucky bastard, he is put in a metal cage, and he is taken to the outskirts of the city that once belonged to them, where an "Imperial Transport" is waiting, which cuts through the walls of the asteroid city's perimeter with hot melt and pretends to be abandoned equipment.

But the inside of that thing was bustling, with heretical equipment, colorful spikes and howls, and more pitch-black gothic decorations, which had to make people think that this group of aliens had terrible taste.

But their own bad taste was worse than taste, and when a blood-linged man of four or six or seven or eight arms came to inspect the goods, she looked at the inhabitants of the empire in the cage with satisfaction, and straightened her plump body to approach a larger human male.

And this monster made the man scream constantly, but that feeling was not enough, she took out the dark spirit alien device called the frustration mask, adjusted the power, and maximized.

Hallucinations of the death of a loved one kept appearing, and the poor human citizen saw hell, and then the Blood Ling Man observed his reaction, then nodded, and took him to his laboratory to slowly "taste".

But she had barely taken a few steps when the archon in ghost plate armor stopped her. "Don't play bad, he needs us to bring back the goods from the Comoros, and the Imperial Guard is here, and he plans to speed it up."

The Blood Ling Man just glanced at the one and continued forward, stepping past him...

In this way, although I don't know how fate will arrange it, this dark universe will always surprise people...

(End of chapter)