The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Thick and heavy cables coiled and snaked on the low ceiling, humming and rushing through the cabin. The artificial airflow slowly gushed out from the top vent fence, bringing in oxygen to prevent suffocation. Dust and dirt in the air ducts that have been in disrepair are brought in together.

　　 This is the middle deck of the Spark. In addition to busy workers and servants, you can hear heavy machinery somewhere nearby running with rhythmic bangs.

　　 Thick pipes stand on both sides of the passage and hall like trees in the jungle.

　　 In other words, this is a forest of steel. The animals living here also follow the law of survival of the weak and the strong.

　　 Deeper, the ball lights arranged every one meter around the metal wall are using intermittent dying light, so that the wide cabin will not be completely darkened.

　　 Hundreds of soldiers in dark gray uniforms lined up neatly in a square formation, and on the opposite side stood a dozen high-pitched officers.

　　 The uniforms of the officers are silver-gray, and the crossed swords are marked on the caps and epaulettes, which means that they are the mortal auxiliary army belonging to the astral knights.

　　 "I am the commander of the military police battalion, Captain Manson."

The officer headed by 　　 is a tall man with a shaved head and a full face. He has his hands on his hips and his wide-eyed eyes are constantly sweeping around the crowd, just like a farmer, staring at a group of animals.

　　 "I'm here to supervise you!"

　　As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers shook slightly, and then one after another hit their backs that were already straight, straighter, and their chests higher, as if they were undergoing inspection.

　　 "Our military police company is the best of you, big brother! If you have any rules or doubts you don't understand, you can ask us, and we will answer you kindly!"

　　 said so, but the word "kindness" came out of the big mouth of the blood basin, and it was basically not convincing.

　　, not to mention the almost roaring tone, is more like a threat.

　　 Everyone actually received this threat, but everyone was stuck in place like a sculpture, and didn't dare to move.

　　 They all belong to the newly formed Fifth Armored Assault Regiment.

　　 After obtaining twelve Makado heavy tanks, Soshyan set out to form the fifth mortal auxiliary unit of the Astral Knights on the basis of the original four infantry regiments.

　　 The formation of a new army this time is also an opportunity. Soshyan reorganized the original chaotic organization and established the regiment-battalion-company organization. (Old Mo here’s an extra note, maybe it’s because of some kind of weird arrogance or habit. GW, the parent company of Warhammer, used a very traditional British system when designing the Empire’s Astral Army. It has been used for more than two hundred years in the 18th and 20th centuries. The most notable feature is that there is no distinction between regiments and battalions. It often appears that there are both infantry regiments and infantry battalions under the division and brigade level. Then, with the demand for honor numbers, the organization has become The chaos is extremely chaotic, and this has also led to the warhammer. A group of the Astral Army may have 10,000 people or two or three thousand people, and some of them are not called groups, so I don’t intend to accommodate this strange setting. deal.)

　　 Take the Fifth Armored Assault Regiment as an example. This regiment has one armored battalion, eight infantry battalions, one reconnaissance battalion, and one engineer battalion, with a total number of 8,500.

　　 The armored battalion is divided into four companies, each company has three Makado heavy tanks, and a certain number of cover infantry.

　　 These companies can be used together to form powerful armored spearheads, or they can be dispersed to other battalions as infantry support firepower.

　　 These people gathered are the officers and soldiers of the armored battalion.

　　 "Now, please introduce yourself! Everyone introduce their own tank number, name, and name!"

　　 The military police company commander raised his hand and pointed to the first on the right in the front row of the queue.

　　 "From you, start!"

　　 "Yes! Armored Battalion Company, Scythe of Rage!"

　　 was talking about a young officer who had shaved his head and was muscular and looked exceptionally capable.

　　 But before his introduction was finished, he was immediately interrupted roughly.

　　 "No energy!!"

　　 The military police company commander roared like an angry lion, while the military police behind him also yelled.

　　 "I can't hear you at all!"

"can not hear!"

"Say it again!"

　　 "Come over! Come over again!"

　　 "I want to drive a tank so quietly!!"

　　 The strong young officer was a little nervous by these roars, and intensive sweat spots appeared on his forehead.

"Yes!"

　　 Then he shouted loudly with a decibel enough to tear his vocal cords:

　　 "A company of armored battalions! Rage Scythe! Edmond Roman Oakley!!"

When 　　 spoke, his entire facial muscles were almost distorted, and when he finished speaking, he even felt smoke in his throat.

"it is good--!"

　　 The military police company commander's gaze turned to the one on Emmond's left. .

"Next!"

　　 "A company of armored battalions! Steel rollers! Pierre Bjorte!!"

　　 This short legion is obviously smarter, and he has raised his voice to the highest level from the beginning.

"it is good!!"

　　 Seeing that the other party obeys so much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The military police company commander's face showed a hint of color.

"energetic!"

　　 But when his eyes turned to third place, he returned to that hideous appearance again.

　　 That was a man with a plain expression, with a terrible scar diffracting from the corner of his right eye to his lower lip on his face. His military uniform looked a bit loose compared to those around him, a kind of undisguised contempt.

　　 "A company of armored battalions, undead pests, Kent Ruspel."

　　 Compared with the first two, his voice is softer than a poet who recites by the lake.

　　 His tone and attitude angered all the military police in an instant.

　　 "Can't hear! Can't hear!"

"volume is too low!"

　　 "Come over! Come over again!"

　　The gendarmes stepped forward and pointed their fingers at him, as if he had to go up and do something if he didn't obey.

　　 As for the company commander, he still stood on the spot, but his eyes became like a beast that wanted to eat people.

　　 "What! Didn't you hear me!"

　　 Facing his roar, the man remained unmoved.

　　 "Don't look elsewhere!"

　　 "Don't look around!"

　　 "Are you standing upright?"

　　Gendarmerie not only roared at Kent, but also declared authority to other officers and soldiers. They akimbo to the prison guards patrolling the prisoners, constantly patrolling in the queue, looking for possible rebels.

　　 At least for now, there is no second one yet.

　　 "Here! The military police even said that they can't hear! Just can't hear!"

　　 After screaming at the queue, the military police company commander stared at the jealous man, and screamed out his strongest voice with all his strength.

"Again!!!!!!!!!"