When Bordello left the territory, the old lord wanted to sit on this huge warship, which was also his dream, as a member of the Imperial Guard, but he could not experience it, because the evil heresy within the territory made him have to stay.

From this point of view, the dead traitor had to be recorded as a vendetta again, after all, how cruel it was to prevent an old man from stepping into a holy place that he wanted to witness once in his life, but given that bastard had already done a sin that he could not afford to pay back with one life, and probably no one would return it, the old lord could only watch as the metal beauty of Bordero slowly left the barely visible low-earth orbit defense, and watched it with an astronomical telescope for a long time.

Today was an unprecedented day for those star observers in the Academy of Astrological Language, and the lord, who never cared about the arrangement of the stars, had been here for almost a day.

Perhaps he really believed in the rhetoric of the Lord of Skadi, and perhaps the light of the Emperor could really be sprinkled on this land, a place built in the void and born only for transportation, without the so-called honor, hope, and mere drift and death.

His gaze followed the telescope's optical array into the distance, and all he could see was the flickering tailitis of the Poldro, the cold, lightless void, a powerlessness that suffocated him, and the recent blow converging.

In the end, he hooked his body as if he was 50 years old, and at the same time left along the dark place like a ghoul, this time the incident hurt him too much, and the family of Prime Minister Karaza, who was once talked about, was probably going to disappear completely, but no amount of eradication could change the endless desire of the greedy organization that really controlled this star area.

His thoughts seemed to drift up from his dissipated soul and slowly embedded in the Imperial warship he had been thinking about day and night, as if he had become an officer, stepping with his soldiers into the flagship of the Emperor's currency, which might not be of much value to most of the people of the fortress.

Only now, they were part of the currency, it was the supply of their flesh and blood that allowed the hundred thousand men and women to step into the ships of the Bordero, and it was the equipment they built that allowed them to hone in the war, and the most elite soldiers took the lords and some of the thousands of people in the fortress out of their homeland.

They were ready to go in the shipyard, they were completely obedient, not much different from the real Imperial Guard, wearing gray-black uniforms, although the bulletproof armor was slightly inferior, but it could not suppress the temperament of its soldiers, which was overwhelming, like steel.

The Chief of Staff, a graduate of the Loyal Heir Academy, the Empire's greatest troop lubricant, and the source of the soldier's ideological work, slowly led his colleagues to inform them about the necessity of the existence of this battle, and how many people would be saved if it was completed, and what they valued most to was how the orcs who invaded their homeland were dealt with.

The constant grievances of the millennium have nothing to do with whether the aliens can understand and endure them, and they continue to arise in this complicated world and the cold void, and finally turn into pure resentment, and only the skull can cast stability, safety and no more pain.

Thoughts like steel nails into the minds of mortal soldiers who are suffering from aliens, they are not superhuman, they are not necessarily powerful, but willpower will propel them forward until their bodies are torn apart and crumbled.

When the small assembly point fell into complete silence, the soldiers had already left where they were, leaving only the chief of staff waiting for someone, his beautiful uniform pressed against the cold wall of the ship, and waited quietly for three minutes, until the sound of military boots broke the silence.

"How's it going, this batch of recruits?" Surrounded by the soldiers of Katachan, Alan Bair had come from the direction of the bridge, and he was planning with the captain about the orcs and the rendezvous, and he had made such an important speech, but he also trusted the warrior.

The chief of staff stood up and nodded. "Very good soldiers, at least fully qualified, but their inferior automatic guns and bulletproof armor are not up to many situations, in the harsh cold satellites, far from the stars, the water vapor generated by automatic guns will make weapons easy to malfunction, high and low temperature staggered also easy to destroy the structure, jamming and rapid gun chamber cracking."

"It's not a problem, give them the carapace and hell gun, and then distribute the matching medicine and individual rations according to their personal needs." Alan Bair's argument was lighthearted, but in reality it would drain the entire ship of weapons and armoured supplies that had been reserved for the young soldiers of the Fifth and Fourth Infantry Regiments of Skadi.

The Skadian people are almost armed according to the level of the Cadian shield, and they have almost drained most of the resources, and if it is not for the opening of a large number of new shipping lanes in the operation of the lord, those supplies will still be scarce, after all, the empire is not lacking in resources in many cases, but cannot effectively distribute and logistics those things.

The chief of staff hesitated slightly, he was not worried that the equipment was not enough, after all, if you don't take out the weapons, you will probably not be able to take them out, and he is more worried about the rejection of Skadi's soldiers than the shortage of equipment and the reduction of weapons, so he spoke.

"It's not good, those soldiers and Skadi veterans will inevitably be dissatisfied with one treatment, and we don't have time to reconcile, and doing so will cause a sense of separation between the troops, which will cause the command chain to become sluggish and clumsy."

Alan Baier walked over to the air circulation equipment and blew the cold air. "Something like this should be something you think about, isn't it?"

The chief of staff nodded. "I intend to promote what Karazar and Skadi have in common, and to provide the Skadi people with the specialties of Karaza and the Skadi specialties to the Karaza people for mutual understanding of cultural and historical experiences."

"Very good plan, I have nothing to evaluate, Chief of Staff, don't forget that I was brought out by you, don't doubt yourself, and secondly, we should be equal." Alan Bair replied and agreed.

The chief of staff asked suddenly. "It may be that I'm overbearing, but how are we supposed to log in to that orc fortress, according to the report, the orcs have completely transformed it into a terrible hell, with enough firepower and armor to surround those places that are vital to the orcs."

Alan Baier bowed his head. "Yes, you're right." He took a deep breath, it was still a fresh circulating gas, and the smell of promethium that had not yet dissipated made people dizzy, but only for recruits, the smell of promethium was different for veterans, more like being alive and surviving.

Soldiers are always chasing sensory thrills, drinks, cigarettes, stimulants, or anything else that can make them tired and regain their combat strength to survive, and the Skadians, after their firm faith, can escape the almost cursed behavior a little, but they cannot allow themselves to completely ignore the feeling of powerlessness.

Alan Baier likes that feeling, because it represents a long-lost thrill, which is why he doesn't dare to get too close to women, a madman like him is not qualified to start a family, at least for now he can't get out, in the future, when he has the opportunity, he will also miss the battlefield, as long as the enemy comes, he will walk like poisoned.

For the Empire? He wasn't sure, but he spoke anyway. "I plan to join up with the Destruction Eagles, and then tear through the gap in Astarte and smash directly into the orc satellite."

"It's too straightforward." The chief of staff replied.

"I just want the orcs to realize this, we are here to fight, then they will probably give up the orbital defense that has little practical use, and take the initiative to convert to login and anti-login warfare, and then the infantry will tear the battlefield into three areas, the part closest to the orc city, and the sharpest part of the fourth infantry regiment of Skadi and the newly recruited 100,000 Karaza auxiliary army will tear open the battle line and establish our defense line in the dilapidated and chaotic orc city."

The chief of staff thought with his head down. "Indeed, the tactics of dealing with orcs do not need to be complicated, fast is more important, plus the soldiers need to run in, from this point of view, the simpler the better." He replied in the affirmative, while Alan Bair said.

"But what we need to think about at the moment is not how to fight the orcs, but the Destruction Eagles are there, and we need an alliance..."

Alan Bair's mind was clear, but he didn't know when he would find the Destroyer Eagles, and he realized that he needed someone, a smart man to refer to the current situation, he spoke. "Purple Hand, do you remember, that day the old lord's gaffe at the banquet?"

The Chief of Staff was a little puzzled by Alan Bair's words, which seemed a bit incompatible, but in fact they were crucial, and after a brief introduction to this seemingly non-existent but ubiquitous enemy, the Chief of Staff fell into a long silence, whether he was processing information or thinking, making it unclear.

Alan Baier struck while the iron was hot. "The Purple Hand is aware of our presence, and the famine tactics must have paid off for them, and this is the first time I've made a wedding dress for someone else. ，”

"And our current actions are really jumping out of their predictions, they should have accumulated more food than we did, and the plan to cut off food, although it has helped us, is not completely advantageous, it gives them a hostile tongue to isolate us, and there is a lot of storage to draw more people into the position against us."

The engine roared, flames erupted, and the pistons let out a low sigh, and it was a long time before the chief of staff asked. "But they have been working hard for so many years in their own forces, if they still have a power vacuum, they will need to deceive us to get benefits, but the reality is that we do have a lot of benefits, and we have the opportunity to shake their rights, but this shouldn't be!"

Alan Bair replied. "People like the lords here belong to a minority, they don't care at all, so they won't care, not to mention it doesn't matter who controls Pangia for them, especially an inexperienced hairy boy like me."

"Their target is not humans, but—" His words led to the biggest question, a creepy and disgusting thought leaping onto the page, no doubt that the greedy were using the famine of the Empire as a commodity to cooperate with the least cooperative.

The chief of staff almost cursed. "They're selling the empire to the aliens!?"

"It's not impossible, so I want to exterminate the orcs here, not only for the sake of Karaza, but also to distinguish whether the Purple Hand has come to the aid of the orcs, even Karaza is seriously short of food now, although the famine is not obvious, there is no surplus food." Alan Baier emphasized.

"The reduction of the large amount of food transportation makes those pirate orcs also face a certain degree of hunger, even if their body structure can greatly alleviate hunger, it does not mean that they can rely on those photosynthesis to meet their physiological needs here far from the stars."

"They need food, we've seen this happen to our old friends, and in any case, if those orcs are still alive and well, it means that they have indeed found an adequate food supply point, then we can naturally suspect that such a situation is occurring in various parts of the sector."

Alan Bair was blunt, the possibility was terrifying, and it was surprising that heretics were complicit with aliens, even if they were just slaves or tools.

After the chief of staff was silent for a while, he looked out the window of the battleship with his gloomy face, because when they arrived, it was a silent and silent world, surrounded by many waste-like metal compositions, black cannons like sea urchin thorns, irregular and regular excessive arrangement, among which there were very few giant cannons that could really serve as orbital attacks, most of them were close defense guns.

It was completely smeared yellowish-brown, and a grotesque large face took up a rather frightening area on it, almost all of it, making the entire satellite look like a massive giant.

It looked terrifying but it wasn't impossible to break through, as long as he destroyed some of the giant cannons, he could easily break through those close defense guns with his battleship, but compared to this, he couldn't help but think of those evil things messing around behind his back, compared to those actual strong guns and cannons, he couldn't deal with that kind of enemy, and then he smiled bitterly.

"Thank you for telling me, this is trust, incomparably precious, but I still have to complain about this, I have been thrown out of the way by those words, if the guys called the purple hands are really so terrible, then I must also be very lucky, probably I don't need you to tell me kindly, after all, I have been pulled into the boat by you early, and I can't get out." He was more than a joke and complained that Alan Bair kept him in the dark.

He just looked at the stars in the distance, silent, forgotten, but regarded as a treasure by the orcs, and laughed sarcastically. "It's almost the same as saying that you want to travel, how many worlds you have traveled along the way, how many planets you have seen, except that you don't eat and drink, everything else is not bad, but this kind of service can also help the emperor more, so it's nothing."

"I've always convinced myself of this, but, Purple Hands, this thing is worse than I thought."

He pulled out his explosive pistol from his waist and shouted. "For the emperor's sake, let those heretics die!"

And Alan Bair just quipped. "These are the words I've heard since I met you, most like the words of a graduate of the Tadashi Academy."

(End of chapter)