The fortress has been in place for several months, and since the first heavy truck hauled materials into the area, the black curtain of bunkers and countless heavy adamantite gold walls has surrounded the entire industrial elevator into an impregnable fortress.

In the castle composed of a fortress and a heavy wall, this two-story defensive camp stretches for hundreds of meters in a circle, although it is simple, but it has the rudimentary form of a fortress castle, and the surrounding towers and the fortress in front become the fulcrum of its firepower.

The two elite Imperial Guards, led by the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady and the 113th Pangmy Regiment of Forlacia, formed the core of the camp, and its outerwork was formed by many later Imperial Guard Infantry Regiments, as well as soldiers from the 12th Infantry Regiment of Grey Garoen and the 1st Pangia Armored Regiment in a myriad of intricate trenches.

At the same time, the Heavy Void Shield Launcher was removed from Bandertar's palace and placed inside the fortress, with three overclocked plasma generators providing enough stamina to withstand the bombardment of several groups at all times, as well as an array of 60 ground quabs and 70 anti-armor missiles prepared by the Imperial Guard.

It's almost impregnable, and in essence, the firepower of several legions has far exceeded most of the defense needs, and the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and the logistical needs of industrial-grade elevators that can provide a large amount of supplies anytime and anywhere have become the most powerful hole cards on this front.

At this moment, the commander of Gray Garloen, a brigadier general of the Imperial Guard, was leaning against the watchtower window of the field command post on the outside to look out at the endless soil.

Countless soldiers were buried in those trenches, because the war in the void dispatched energy one at a time, and the temperature maintenance system here could only reduce the power, so the temperature here was only about 6 degrees Celsius, so he tightened his coat and begged that the ice would not affect the functionality of the trenches.

And then he heard the angry honking of the driver of Hercules' tracked car, and the soldiers who were scolding angrily on the road blocked by the truck outside the window, the number of people is mixed, and most of the regiments cannot guarantee that the quality of their soldiers is sufficient, and the situation of random soldiers found on the road during training time or when the road should be clear is continuous after the implementation of this large battle group.

The narrow roads also contributed to this, as many officers believed that the resources had been accumulated for so long, that there was a certain amount of excess reserves, and that the road capacity was sufficient for peacetime use, or that most people did not realize that the war might develop to a doomsday level that the large number of soldiers and firepower that could not be controlled.

The commandpost, which was relatively peaceful, was suddenly broken by the uproar, and an officer belonging to a temporary reserve company dedicated to intelligence transmission knocked on the door, and he walked in, without asking for permission because the people here knew him.

He belongs to the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Irods, a rather remote technological world in this star sector, like most of the obscure Imperial Guard, he was born in the capital, but without the great history of his predecessors, and without the miracle of changing his life, he can only serve here as an intelligence mission, transmitting important information, and serving as a human microphone when the Imperial Guard loses its communication system due to invasion or the environment.

It was an important but undignified position, but he had nothing to complain about, after all, it was an honor for a soldier like him to work under the Skadi Lord, and he straightened his coat, which was covered with tiny fine ice cast by the cold, and he spat out a puff of white mist.

"The cooling began, the soldiers needed more clothes and food, the cost of supplies became larger, and the logistics demanded that the road be widened." He muttered a debrief, and then he asked.

"Is there an officer Skadi?" The words of the herald officer made the entire command post cold a few degrees, and it was extremely cold, yes, without the Skadi Fourth Regiment, that is, without the permission of the Empire, that is, it could not rule over other legions.

This was the rule that began with the provisions of the Astarte Canon, and which is still maintained by the Empire to this day, that under no circumstances could multiple legions within the Imperial Guard fight side by side with an unappointed commander without forming a battle group.

At this point, the subject felt a little tricky, especially since it was enough to report most of the tedious matters to the officers here, and when he asked the question, the sensitive Brigadier General Gray Gallon realized that something was wrong.

He's proposing intelligence that requires the actions of an entire Imperial Guard battle group?

He spoke immediately. "Why the Skadians?! I am a brigadier general of the Imperial Guard, and I am not bad in terms of secrecy rank and rank! Now that the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady has gone out to exterminate the Chaodu gang that dares to rebel, you can report anything to me directly. He stopped the matter, and the herald officer could only speak.

"There is an enemy who has invaded here, they have landed in the upper nest, they have been on the ground for about three hours, and the reconnaissance team has seen traces of enemy activity sixty kilometers away from the camp, and it is expected that they will be attacked in about two hours."

Hearing the news, the brigadier general was a little uneasy, he understood that the main commander of this battle group was the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, and he was not qualified to do it for him, he could press most of the soldiers according to his rank, but there was no shortage of officers in the ranks of colonels and lieutenant generals, and without Skady's fame and honor, he was a little unsure whether he could serve as the current commander of the war.

When he got the news, he thought about how difficult his staff were, and how he wished he had died on the battlefield with a stray bullet instead of having the other Imperial Guard officers discuss how to deal with traitors.

He touched his chin, urgency and confusion raced around his mind at the same time, and he did not regret asking himself, because a commander was always needed, no matter what.

He looked up and spoke to his orderly. "Do you know the quarters of the two officers of the 1st Pangia Panzer Regiment and the 113th Armored Regiment of Forlacia?"

The young orderly nodded.

He said. "Prepare a dictation to them, and then we have an hour to get the soldiers of the two armored squads to the center of the camp and let them open their own evacuations, and then I will have a meeting with those wine bags and rice bags, and if they don't agree with me as temporary commander, tell the soldiers to bang the Riemanus against the command post wall."

The plan was almost ridiculous, like a child's play, but after the orderly ran out and the battle meeting was held, he faced the Imperial Guard officers and arrogant people from all over the sector.

It was a long, open fortress, and a large strategic map covered a ten-meter-long table in the early core of the entire camp, outlining the entire battle line and the positions of the various Imperial Guards.

About 20 combat regiments were included in this battle, artillery regiments, armored regiments, artillery regiments, everything from guys who operated petrified lizards to people who braved the charge to the death, here is the gathering of forces in this sector, and the officers here are so elite that ordinary Imperial Guard regiments can only serve here as orderlies or engineering troops.

The officers who sit here are the heroes of the Empire, many of whom have resisted the invasion of the Red Pirates on their own, and even a few legions have resisted, defeating the invaders with countless times the death and sacrifice, and they are so arrogant that they regard the rules and regulations of the Empire as the most important thing.

The front of the long table was absent, and there was no one in the command position, and the officers here were eyeing this position, because there was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help the Empire resist the enemy, to show themselves in a group battle of this magnitude, and to be recorded in history, their legions could be one of the miracles of the Empire, and their ranks could rise.

Although such an adventure is extremely stressful and crazy, no one can refuse such an opportunity, especially the front-line officers of the Imperial Guard who run on the brink of death every day.

If they become Imperial generals, their legions will say goodbye to the difficulties of having no supplies and no support, and the whole empire will put their legions first, just like Skadi is now......

And in this case, they saw a man in a general-level gray military uniform step up to the commander's position, his trench coat with his rank hanging on the collar, and said haughtily. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have summoned you here because our reconnaissance force has discovered the enemy, probably from the Western Front, and is large in number and has extraordinary combat effectiveness, therefore, we need a commander."

His words were sonorous and powerful, but it was not the recruits who sat down, but a group of old fritters, and several officers began to refute one by one.

A lieutenant general took the lead and began to prick the soft underbelly of the language. "If we need to act, of course we will act, but this deployment you don't mention the enemy's number, the approximate configuration of the troops, and the number of people, isn't it a bit lacking?"

The colonel next to him followed. "When they came, whether the relevant reports have been uploaded, the resources we need to apply for and the widening of the road have not yet been implemented."

The group was not stupid, they were just complacent, they were confused by the great firepower here and their record of invincibility, the brigadier general was not annoyed, he had already thought of the current situation, and he answered. "Sorry, of course I have, wait a minute."

He looked at the two armored regiment commanders next to him, and although the one in Phlacia was temporary, it did not prevent the three brothers from understanding each other.

Suddenly, there was a jolt in the fortress, and then the firing hole here was suddenly stuffed with a black muzzle, squeezing a part of the concrete, and the officers here were not familiar with this black thing.

Someone couldn't help but scold. "Are you crazy, a Riemanus?"

The effect of the joke seemed to be outstanding, and the officers, distraught by the impact of several Levalins, pointed at the officers of Gray Gallon as if they were about to be lonely, and said the same words as he were traitors.

On this long table, those big people with heads and faces are ugly at the moment, and the brigadier general can't help but smile, and then said. "I know that the Imperial Guard can't trespass, but you can't be so rigid in everything, this is the secret that Lord Skadi gave me."

His words fell, and the soldiers of the Storm Faithful sealed the gates, their terrible hell guns pointed at a group of officers and generals here, and these great men became prisoners in an instant.

"If you are not willing to give my troops my orders, then I will have no choice but to detain you, and after this incident, I will voluntarily go to court martial for trial."

He accepted his possible fate as he remembered his predecessor, a respectable Imperial officer who had fought alongside the Skadians and helped them to victory on Panlan, only to fall on the expedition.

The man was his teacher, who had benefited him by instilling in him the Skadi Lord's way of doing things, and now he had to take risks in order to survive, so that most of the people here would survive.

And in the empire, most of the time, people are loyal, but loyalty and loyalty are different, some people's loyalty is loyalty to those messy rules and regulations, some people's loyalty is not to touch their own memory, and some people's loyalty is to keep the empire going.

Now that the young man had taken over the huge command of the entire battle group, he looked at the swaggering officers who were now resentful of him, and said. "Think of your comrades."

This sentence stung the weakness of those old officers, they were greedy, but not crazy, after this sentence, those people had relaxed a lot of anger, because they realized that they could not get the position of commander, so they should focus more on their own responsibilities.

When an old officer relented, said. "I did the minefield layout on the Western Front, those strategic maps are in the hands of my orderlies, take this pocket watch and ask my orderlies, don't let my colleagues in the Imperial Guard be blown up by the emperor's gunpowder."

His words were like a chain reaction, and the others began to surrender their rights, knowledge, and the brigadier general breathed a sigh of relief, he had not had much confidence to convince so many people before, but now, he was ready to fight the enemy.

It's not much, it's not as good as Skady's heroes, and the risks are still there, but the situation is much better than it was at the beginning, too much.

And he spoke. "That's enough, remove Riemanus, and then plan the strategy according to me as the main source of information, the benchmark, we don't know anything about the enemy, and the command pressure that we may face in the next battle may be the greatest in our careers."

"According to the intelligence, our opponent is the Red Pirates, but at the same time, the Destruction Eagles are also our help, and I have notified the commander of the Fourth Company of the Destruction Eagle to assist us in coordinating the calibration."

He looked at an officer. "Lu. Eiffel, old gentleman, you are the famous artillery commander in this sector, and I have heard that your command is as wonderful as a symphony, and that you have routed tens of thousands of enemies with an artillery array, and I hope to witness your masterpiece this time. ”

The gray-haired veteran put on his long fleece black hat, smiled with a mustache, smiled happily on his wrinkled cheeks, and said with a full sense of anger. "Okay, let me see if the Space Marines are as resistant to bombing as the legend says!"

(End of chapter)