Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Creed, who said his name, was not asked about anything else. He was immediately put on something like a backpack.

Just when Creed was about to ask what this thing was for, his body was wrapped in a barrier and his whole body was instantly teleported to the bottom of the nest.

Not far away is a fortress.

Creed took a cursory look and found that there were at least a thousand people guarding the fortress here, and these people had one thing in common with the people outside, that is, they were all wearing power armor.

Looking at these sloppy soldiers wearing power armor, Creed thought to himself, if I give these power armors to my soldiers, they can penetrate the enemy's defensive positions in twenty minutes.

"What are you doing?" Creed walked forward and scolded a group of soldiers who were playing cards: "Are you a group of civilians or a group of soldiers? Do you still remember what your responsibilities are? You are a bunch of damn pigs. .”

Hearing Creed's reprimand, these soldiers were frightened at first, and then realized that Creed was not wearing power armor at all, and he was not the person around Qin Mo.

"Go away. Cheap cannon fodder in a paper shell has no right to talk to us." A soldier raised his head and cursed, then continued playing cards.

Creed wanted to rush forward and knock down this mean-mouthed soldier, but considering that he was not in Cadia to teach the new White Shield recruits, he held back.

"Usaka, E. Creed."

Creed heard someone calling his name. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man.

When the young man came, the soldiers who were still very casual immediately stood up and saluted.

"Qin Mo." Qin Mo walked to Creed and stopped, "You don't need to introduce yourself. I learned your name from my subordinates."

Creed immediately performed the Aquila salute out of respect. In fact, he didn't have to do this. The Astra Militarum and the Planetary Defense Force were not at the same level at all.

But after all, I have something to ask for...

Qin Mo looked at Creed and found that except for the fact that he didn't have a cigar in his mouth, he was no different from Creed, the supreme castle lord of Cadia in later generations.

A youthful version of the Supreme Castle Lord.

Qin Mo never dreamed that this person would crash into the lower nest in a transport plane.

"Why don't you go to the top of the tower? Aren't you afraid that we are rebels?" Qin Mo asked.

Upon hearing this question, Creed glanced at the soldiers in power armor, and then shook his head: "You are just like most of the Planetary Defense Forces. Compared to you, the troops at the top of the tower are more like rebels."

"The insight of a strategist." Qin Mo nodded, "Tell me what you are here to do."

Creed then told all his experiences and purposes.

From the moment a few members of the Eighth Regiment were temporarily assigned to fight in a barren galaxy, when the battleship was destroyed, the local governor only arranged for a Rogue Trader to take them home. On the way, they encountered a subspace storm and had to come down to seek help. help.

"I have a communicator here." Qin Mo took out the communicator and stuffed it into Creed's hand. "You should contact your superiors now and tell them that the situation on Tailong 3 is unclear. Anyway, all the people on Tailong 2 are rebels."

But Creed was indifferent. He didn't completely believe what Qin Mo said, and he didn't think his comrades would be in danger. Even if the planet was full of enemies, it didn't matter, they would evacuate successfully.

"We don't have the ability to repair the ship for the time being, at least in five or six days." Qin Mo calculated that the orbital dock will be completed in less than a week.

After all, almost all the logistics machinery has been transferred, and the ultra-large material printing facilities that have been manufactured will also be involved in printing other printing facilities. This is too much to say in a week.

"Thank you. We will remember your generosity," Creed said.

"I can help you repair your ship, and I can also provide you with shelter, but you have to do one thing for me." Qin Mo said and looked at his soldiers.

These people stood sparsely, giving them the beauty of a Planetary Defense Force.

At this time, Creed probably understood what Qin Mo's request was, which was to help him train his soldiers.

"I need you to help me formulate military regulations, training regulations, and everything else from scratch. I don't ask you to make them elites at the level of the Cadian Assault Army, but you must at least work hard in this direction. If you can Just let them transform." Qin Mo said.

The soldiers' lack of military discipline was not something that happened in a day or two. Even the leader of the 31st regiment, Albert, was caught when he went out for a walk in the middle of the night.

Qin Mo once thought about reorganizing his soldiers, but later he chose to give up.

Because he has too many things to study, and Gray was once a top soldier, and the one with a high military education was Klein, but this guy once had many soldiers sharpen their heads and join his regiment because of his "enlightenment" squeeze.

Fortunately, these soldiers were still able to fight in teleportation assault tactics. At least they did not escape before the battle. It was just a lack of military discipline.

"I need to report to my superior." Creed did not agree immediately.

In his mind, he even thought that the person in front of him might not have the ability to repair a ship. Repairing a ship and building a power armor were not the same thing.

Furthermore... other worlds may not be as full of rebels as Qin Mo said.

In Creed's eyes, life is like a war. Without sufficient military intelligence, the most appropriate tactics cannot be formulated.

"Okay." Qin Mo nodded.

Creed wanted to say something more, but was immediately teleported out of the nest.

When he returned to the transport plane, he found that his people were confronting Qin Mo's people.

This is normal. When any soldier sees his commander suddenly disappearing in front of his eyes, it is difficult not to wonder if something unfortunate has happened to him.

"Where have you been?" asked the soldier.

"I just experienced a wonderful adventure." Creed sighed and walked towards the transport plane, and his men turned around to follow.

After everyone got on the transport plane, the pilot controlled the transport plane to take off, leaving Tyron's nest and returning to the merchant ship.

Creed reported his experience on Tyrone One to his superiors.

He explained the advantages he saw and the disadvantages he saw, including but not limited to the fact that he saw all of Qin Mo's men wearing power armor and using strange teleportation technology, which was very Possibly uncensored by the Empire.

"These situations are indeed very suspicious." The officer suddenly felt helpless, "But we can only go to the nest capital to nest."

"Why?" Creed asked.

"Because our people were attacked on both Tyrone 2 and 3. Compared to Tyrone 2, the situation on Tyrone 3 was more severe and... depraved." the officer replied.

"Okay." Creed nodded helplessly.