Warhammer: Start with a dog

Chapter 556 He can only chirp! -

"You never have enough manpower, and the Lord of Destiny's plans are endless!"

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"Here, this. It's still a little hot, eat it quickly."

Hannah Katezlar squeezed out of the crowded crowd of people who were collecting food and water relief, and handed a round starch pancake with a filling and a water bottle in her hand to Lavs who was waiting for her outside - although she subconsciously described the crowd she had just left in this way based on her previous experience, it was not a very accurate statement.

To be honest, this area on this deck was just because it was meal time, and there were indeed a lot of people gathered, but the order was very good.

There were no people who were noisy and tried to cut in line and would push down the weaker people, nor were there the usual small groups of strong people who formed gangs and looked unfriendly and energetic.

Everyone waiting in line to receive food and water was moving forward slowly but steadily. There were temporary steel fences between the single-row teams, which pulled the teams into a long curved loop. Only at the exit after the collection was completed did the crowd become slightly crowded in the usual sense, because there were many people like Lavs who were waiting for their companions, or trying to exchange some food and water with their own "hard currency" and gathered around, slowing down the speed of people leaving.

Although the number of supply windows did feel a bit small, in the end everyone was able to get their own share of water and food within each standard Terran day cycle, which was a complete miracle relative to the number of refugees in this huge spaceship - Hannah didn't know how the manager of this magical big spaceship called Enterprise did it. The Phalanx later sent a group of Cadians over. According to the group of people who came over, the daily supply of the refugees accommodated by the Phalanx was also okay, but it was not as comfortable as on the Enterprise. The supply of clean water alone was terrifyingly abundant for a void ship.

You know, the evacuation was so hasty. Except for a few highly organized troops, such as the Adeptus Astartes, who were able to execute their evacuation plan relatively well, everyone else rushed onto the spacecraft from various landing points nearby. They loaded as many as they could and whoever could squeeze in would load on. These people who had just lost their homes had not undergone large-scale screening and registration, and no one came to verify their identities. It was impossible, but the so-called "canteen supply window" was able to accurately give everyone's ration according to the weight of adults and children.

As for why there were no energetic groups and individuals to harass others with food and water... She glanced at the Emperor's Angels who were patrolling and maintaining the queue order and were responsible for letting people in and out in batches. The grenade launchers in their hands were the reason.

"Thank you, Hannah, I..." Lavs stood up and took the food package made of plastic paper. Although he could queue up with Hannah, Hannah asked Lavs to register first and then wait for her here because they could go to other windows to register for additional medicines and daily necessities for the two of them. So they could walk back to the dormitory assigned to them as quickly as possible.

They were lucky at the last moment of their escape and met Captain Helske of the 24th Regiment of the Cadia Internal Guard who was riding on the armored cluster of the Silver Skull Regiment to the retreat assembly point. So now their dormitory is also assigned to Captain Helske, which is good. Although as far as she knows, Hannah's familiar comrades have been killed or injured in the previous battle, the people of the 24th Regiment are all good people and helped them settle down. If Hannah's mother is still alive, she will also be relieved by this.

"Don't say anything. When you recover, it's your turn to go get it. Let's talk about it when we get back. Let's eat while we walk." She carefully opened the food in her hand. To be honest, she was curious about the powerful allocation and management system that could sustain the daily eating, drinking, defecation and urination of more than six figures, but she didn't think too much about it.

Hannah couldn't wait to open the wrapping paper and take a bite. The starch pancake that was baked and cut in the middle was a little dry, and she choked and drank a big mouthful of water quickly, but the second bite was much better: the center of the pancake was sandwiched with spice-smelling, chopped, fat and lean meat soaked in rich soup. It was extremely delicious and still had a little residual heat from the oven. It was so delicious.

Looking around, most of the Cadians were like her, not thinking too much, eating while walking, so that if the broadcast announced that their dormitory area needed to organize to perform work tasks - it could be cleaning, transporting and burning garbage, or helping patrol or leveling the ground, etc. - they could gather together in time.

However, the more knowledgeable people are, the more they will feel terrified and even deeply afraid of what this logistics management and logistics allocation ability represents.

For example, General Conskavan, the Minister of Logistics who also escaped by chance, secretly gave an answer to Creed's inquiry about this matter, that is, he really wanted to know which military academy the general logistics officer and logistics department here graduated from, and which logistics master they studied under. If possible, he would like to worship this master.

Because the current situation is already such that a logistics technocrat "didn't even dare to dream of such a perfect logistics operation system, it actually exists! It can actually maintain operation! It can actually operate on this order of magnitude without the need for Long lead time to get started - they start working right from day one! The food is always hot! Creed! I can't believe it! Why are we still losing? Creed! I don’t understand!

The next excited words of the Logistics Minister were too blasphemous and inappropriate and were wisely stopped by the Supreme Lord.

However, in the upper decks of the Enterprise, where the Astartes and some of the more exalted beings operate, well, the conversations that take place here are probably far more emotional, profane and inappropriate.

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"Hong! Suo!!!"

The Lord of Macragge, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the stolen main semi-permanent exhibit of Hera Fortress, His Highness Robert Guilliman clenched his fists and shouted angrily at a certain figure from behind. . All the dizzy and sudden reinforcements were temporarily taken away by the experienced Dantioch. There were only a few brothers left in the medical area who had not seen them for many years, and one of them was obviously a little angry.

"Ahem, although... it is true. I can understand your feelings, Guilliman, but how about delaying your anger for a little bit?" The Contemptor Dauntless used a slightly different way that Guilliman was familiar with. said in a tone of voice, while holding his arm tightly. "Honso is still treating Pallas, and we can wait until the treatment is over to discuss anything. In this regard, it is best for you and me to follow the professional advice of the 'Primary Body's Personal Apothecary'."

"Let me go, you traitor." Guilliman glared. "You and Honso look very familiar. Don't think that I will completely let down my guard against you because of the guarantee of the Iron Hands."

"Really? Let me remind you that in my world, you are the great traitor, the parricide, and the eternally cursed Guilliman. I still have some impulse to repeat what I said in front of the throne. sword."

This series of terrifying titles and some of the things Fearless Phoenix had told him before made the Lord of the Ultramarines flinch, but it only lasted for a millisecond. He immediately pointed at the person lying inside, "But this Fulgrim How can I explain it? Isn't he the traitor here? I need someone who can convince me. My reason! Ishtar! Otherwise, I think neither of the people here should continue to exist. And why can't I gain command of this ship? As a Primarch, I have the right to command anyone I board. Ship, unless there is someone higher than me on this ship or someone I feel convinced of."

His blue eyes looked distrustfully into the fearless eyepiece, "And you, Your Excellency, although you have saved my heirs and others, and you have attacked our enemies, I cannot fully trust you given who you say you are. you."

"Palas...is not Fulgrim." The fearless phoenix muttered in reply.

"Yes, it is, and no, it is not. What does yes and no mean?" Obviously, this vague answer could not convince the Thirteenth Primarch, who emphasized facts.

The mechanical bird sighed. Then he chirped twice, his golden eyes flashed, and he started an internal channel call with Wuwei.

"Are you sure?" Wuwei said in surprise, "Oh... I'm not sure, but if this is your wish, I will respect it."

Guilliman's eyes flickered suspiciously between the golden Garuda mechanical bird and his fearless brother.

"What little secrets are there that I should know but haven't been told?"

"To be precise..." Fulgrim Ishtar said after careful consideration, "I suggest you find a seat and sit down before listening?"

"No need." The original body of the Ultramarines straightened his back and crossed his arms. "I want to hear what other reasons you have to convince me."

The Contemptor Dauntless sighed one last time.

Then the Mechanical Garuda leapt onto his shoulder, and the flowing silvery liquid metal began to cover and transform, until a voice that Roboute Guilliman never expected to hear again came from the loudspeaker grid.

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Honso rubbed his temples.

Strictly speaking, the power armor gifted from his father can allow him to rotate for a long time in emergency and treatment operations without feeling too tired, but this is only a physical feeling, and the mental fatigue is always a feeling that cannot be completely eliminated. Dropped things.

That's it now.

"I said, what's going on? Your Excellencies, adults, I have just stabilized Lord Fulgrim Pallas and started restorative treatment. Why are you fighting here again? Do you all want to be treated equally? Would you like my medical services? I know my skills are quite good..."

"Shut up!" said the angry Thirteenth Primarch, who was also rubbing his head as if he had not yet recovered from the shock. "I began to wonder if this was another dream within a dream. This is much more ridiculous than when I was the enchanted warrior champion in the Maelstrom and followed my betrayed brother's chief captain to shatter Cardia's dream. ”

"Oh? Really? That's very good. Maybe you would like to talk to me about this, sir." The pharmacist pulled out a mental status assessment data pad and wrote a number at the beginning.

"Did you know?" Guilliman raised his hand and pointed at Dauntless opposite him and the mechanical bird on his shoulder. "I have seen with my own eyes what Dorn brought back from the collection room of the Vengeful Spirit - that is The scars on Ferus's skull were clear, leaving only white bones, and we were certain that it was him, my poor, venerable, fallen brother, who was indeed as dead as Sanguinius. Thus, we truly collected the remains of our brothers and returned them to their respective heirs. The spirit of Ferrus Manus never appeared or was heard from until I boarded the Emperor's Pride. No sound. They are dead! Betrayed! Dead! Our father is imprisoned on the throne, and what we have to do is to avenge them!

"Hmm...so what? Sir?"

"And now!" The Thirteenth Primarch raised his voice, pointing at the seemingly silent golden Garuda opposite, "Let's not say whether this 'loyal Fulgrim from other universes' is Not a trap! Now the bird claims He is Ferrus Manus himself, my brother who has been dead for ten thousand years! Not in human form! He cannot even speak with his own voice! He is blaspheming my venerable brother! The main body can only chirp..."

"Guilliman!" The silver-covered loudspeaker on the Contemptor Dreadnought once again issued a synthesized voice. It was resolute, cold and hard, but it was like a volcano wrapped in magma under a thick rock layer, and there was a hint of the same irritation. , "I can't say There is a reason for the words! But I am speaking through the pronunciation device! Don’t you have the ability to judge and hear my voice? Or is it that your respect for me is false and you cannot judge? Is this me?"

Both sides glared at each other.

"Perhaps." The third Primarch interjected through the technique of vocal cord vibration, using a voice that was originally beautiful but has now become hoarse. "Well, maybe you two can communicate with each other through some unknown things that only you two can communicate with each other." Can you verify what we only know? Since it is Guilliman we want to convince, then, Ferus, you should provide some proof. To be fair, this is really hard to accept. His world has been overturned too quickly."

Garuda breathed heavily, "Okay, you can ask me any question. Guilliman, I hope that after you answer it, you can accept the fact that we have two Fulgrim here, and myself. , we also brought the coalition forces of the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands."

"Excellent." The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes were heavy, "I will expose your lies. The first question..."