The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terra calendar, 942.m41

　　 Amijiddon planet, main continent, Hades nest

　　 Lieutenant Colonel Mile Gomes followed the messenger through the labyrinth of tortuous traffic trenches and walked towards the personnel shelter.

　　 Along the way, he saw many busy residents of the nest city, mostly women and children, carrying some metal scraps constantly.

After inquiring, he knew that these scraps would be transported into a temporary arsenal to produce crude weapons and ammunition. Considering that this is already an upper nest, but seeing so many civilians, it is obvious that the commander of this place has already Moved civilians to a safer place.

　　 There is no doubt that this will infringe on the interests of the upper-class nobles in the nest capital, and Mile Gomes can't help but believe the rumor a little more deeply.

After walking south along the supply channel for a while, they arrived in front of a wooden house with a closed door. The surrounding guards turned a blind eye to those who came by. The sender entered a four-digit code on the Runic panel on the door frame. , The door hissed open.

　　 Mile Gomes didn't wait for the people inside to invite him, he walked in quickly, and the door behind him closed again.

Later, the colonel of the auxiliary army of the Astral Knights found himself standing in a dimly lit room. The walls of the room were dirty and there were a few pieces of tattered furniture. Four sets of heating coils were evenly arranged in the four corners of the house. , Buzzing hard to fight the chill in the air.

　　 The upper nest is no better than the lower nest. Because of the altitude, it looks very cold most of the time.

Mel Gomes took off his cloak and scarf and hung them on the hooks that knocked them into the dirty frozen wall. The heavy pressure of his coat was taken off and he felt relieved, but it did give him outside. Enough warmth and protection.

　　 I don’t know how many times since landing, Mile Gomes has felt incredible things again and again.

　　 "If you want to sit, please do it yourself, Colonel."

　　 In the middle of the room, standing in a figure, under the dim oil lamp, seemed to be looking at a detailed map of the nest city.

Mel Gomes pulled a wooden chair that was about to fall apart from the small table in the middle of the room, and sat down cautiously, for fear that the thing would suddenly collapse under his hips until the chair completely accepted his weight. Then he took off his big brimmed hat and placed it on the dirty tabletop, and took out a shiny silver wooden comb from his pocket.

　　 Just as he was used to every time he took off his hat, he combed the oiled black hair with a wooden comb, and combed it straight behind his ears every time.

　　 The figure turned his head, and when he saw these, he snorted from his throat.

　　 Maier does not think that he loves vanity. He believes that maintaining a good personal image is a necessary condition for fulfilling his duties, which is probably a kind of self-respect.

　　 "I didn't expect that the first reinforcements to come were the astral knights and the commander of the Soshyan battle. Is this the emperor's blessing?"

　　 The man's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very relaxed, as if he had let go of his heavy burden.

　　 "I almost thought I couldn't make it anymore."

　　 "Sebastian Yaryk, political commissar, Lord Soshyan also often mentioned you. He praised you as a great and conscientious warrior with a fearless heart."

　　 "That's a real laugh. The last time I saw Captain Soshyan was twenty years ago."

Mel Gomes carefully looked at the man who turned around. This guy was like a half beast. He had a messy black beard. He was obviously in need of waxing, and his hair was only slightly stronger than the harvested stubble, leather-like. The tough face has a few subtle scars on the forehead, left eye and jaw.

　　 In short, the colonel determined that if he took off his opponent’s political commissar uniform, he would look no different from a thug in the lower nest.

　　 "Do you want something to drink, Colonel?"

　　 "I can do it, if I have some coffee."

　　 "Is only black tea okay."

　　 Then, an attendant appeared, and Yarek just lifted his chin towards a cupboard behind him.

　　 "Okay, let's talk about business, what did Captain Soshyang bring you?"

　　 "First of all, he sincerely admires you for your long-standing defense of the nest capital, and commends you for your outstanding performance in this war, and you will get many medals in the future."

　　 "Medal."

　　Arik shook his head and glanced at his chest. There were already more than a dozen hanging there.

　　 "In the three-month defensive battle, I lost at least 3 million soldiers, and more than 500 million civilians were killed. I simply don't deserve such congratulations."

Mile Gomes was stunned for a moment. In fact, considering the fierce battles he has experienced in the past, this number is terribly low in this level of battle. After all, any major battle in the empire is worth tens of millions. Casualties-limited to soldiers, civilians are rarely counted.

　　 But from the tone of this political commissar, it is obvious that he is really annoyed by the loss of the battle?

　　 "Your reaction really surprised me, political commissar, I thought you would be satisfied with this score. Repelling a green-skin assault of that scale with only a few militias? You deserve a medal."

　　Arik smiled, if the barking from his mouth can really be called a ‘laugh’.

　　 "Obviously you don't know how **** the situation is here. Did no one brief you on your way here?"

　　 Maier frowned.

　　 "Maybe you can explain it to me better."

"We are overwhelmed in terms of military strength, the equipment is in poor condition, and the supplies are completely self-sufficient. The food production plants have lost all raw materials for production and there is no more energy for them to continue to produce. The nests have almost eaten all the animals. After a while, we may have to consider cannibalism. The only thing that brings hope is my belief in the emperor."

　　Arik sniffed, the fragrance of the teapot beside him attracted him.

　　 "I thought you could bring enough supplies and personnel."

　　 "There are green-skinned fighters everywhere in the sky. I am lucky to be here this time."

Mile Gomes is also a little helpless when he speaks. The command headquarters dominated by interstellar warriors had plans for large-scale air support, but perhaps it was because they were caught off guard by humans from the air in the First Battle of the Gray Desert. , The greenskins learned to be clever and built a large number of fighter jets like crazy.

　　 On the human side, due to the special system of the empire, the fighter planes are under the control of the navy. There are only a few fighter planes in the orbital defensive station, but those fighter planes thrown into the atmosphere can't even splash.

　　 Therefore, after losing air supremacy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the large-scale air resupply plan can only be declared dead.

"But hearing these frustrating words from a political commissar really troubled me. I rarely tolerate pessimism. In fact, I firmly believe in the power of the emperor and believe that under good command and morale, There is no goal that imperial soldiers cannot achieve, and I certainly don’t need to remind you of my authority."

　　 Faced with words that were almost threatening, Yarek just looked back at the colonel fearlessly.

　　 "Is that so, what authority did Captain Soshyan give you?"

　　 Mile Gomes frowned, he didn't want things to go to this point.

　　 In fact, not long after Soshyan obtained the command of the planetary armed forces, a large number of lawsuits against Yarik for killing the nobles of the nest capital were also sent to him.

　　 Out of his understanding of Yarek, Soshyan didn't think that the political commissar was a cruel and indiscriminate person, let alone believe that he would betray the empire, but since there were such rumors, he also had to make a statement.

The task of Mel Gomes is to take his password and follow-up deployment on the one hand, and to find out the truth of the matter on the other hand. If Yarik really failed his duties, or if If it is serious, then Maier will use the teleport beacon he carries to summon a team of interstellar warriors to execute punishment.

　　 It's not that Soshyang is indifferent by nature, but that there is no room for mistakes on the battlefield, especially in such a critical position, he would rather be more prepared.