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Boom, boom, boom!
The Extreme Marines, wearing power armor that could instantly crush mortals into meat paste, moved quickly and completed tactical moves in an instant. They surrounded Martin, pointed their swords at their company captain, but were reluctant to take action.

"I'm waiting for you to take action, don't waste time, boys!"

Martin just stood there easily, with his arms outstretched, even throwing away his sword, but he exuded invisible pressure.

The recruits all knew Martin's legendary story, and subconsciously felt that there must be a hidden meaning behind his actions, so they did not dare to act rashly.

"Our time is precious. Since you are so slow to act, let me do it!"

As Martin spoke, he rushed out, wearing heavy power armor, like a walking steel fortress.

At the same time he took action, the Extreme Warriors surrounding him also took action. The four warriors closest to Martin pounced on Martin at the same time, trying to grab his limbs.

Martin jumped into the air, using the jet pack to power his body, and suddenly stopped, breaking free from the gap between the four soldiers. He kicked away the two soldiers who tried to grab his legs with his legs, then raised his hands and used the force of his falling weight to elbow the two soldiers who grabbed his arms.

Boom!
The two soldiers' heads were hit by elbows and embedded into the ground. Even through the helmets, they saw stars and temporarily lost their ability to fight.

"Charge, for the Emperor!"

Martin easily dealt with four warriors, unleashed the berserker gene inherited by the Extreme Warriors from Papa Smurf, raised his sword, and rushed towards his captain from all directions.

"It's over, it's completely over!"

Sidonus stood in the stands, looking at the new recruits rushing towards Martin, and shook his head slowly: "These guys are so reckless, completely disregarding tactical coordination, and they are still being beaten by the company commander."

In terms of combat skills, these soldiers who had become space marines after decades of hard work were all good. However, they were used to the way small teams fight, working in groups of two or three. If the number exceeded this, they could not cooperate tacitly, and when they acted, they had big flaws.

Martin seized upon their weakness and brought the performance of his Mark X power armor to its fullest, using every part of his body as a weapon and eliminating one group after another.

Ten minutes later, the training ground was filled with knocked-down Extreme Warriors. Martin wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved to the stands.

"Come on, take these brats back to the dormitory. When they wake up, if they still have any complaints, I will train them individually."

The chapters under the various Primarchs of the Empire have all been influenced by them and have strong personal styles.

Guilliman came from a relatively normal world, so the only shortcoming of the Ultramarines, apart from the inherent arrogance of the Angels of Death, is their extreme worship of violence and order.

Of course, these shortcomings are nothing compared to the bloodthirst and mutations of other chapters.

The old soldier jumped down from the stands and carried the knocked-out recruit on his shoulders, having already prepared a joke for these people.

"If there are still people who refuse to obey after being beaten up by you, the company commander, they are just pure fools."

Sidonus also jumped up to Martin and joked about the new recruits.

Of course, the Space Marines all believed in the Codex Astartes written by Guilliman, but they only believed one thing.

Veterans who have fought in several battles will make targeted changes based on the battlefield they face. Only the big soldiers think that the holy book cannot be changed even a single word.

Martin smiled and said, "We need to swing our fists and explain the reasons. We need to let them know why we are doing this, so that we can bring some new changes to the company."

He was not in a hurry to push forward the administrative work. The soldiers had lived in the cesspool of the Warhammer world for dozens or even hundreds of years and had long since stopped believing in any hope.

Only by letting them see with their own eyes another way of life can we better persuade these people to give up their extreme actions.

After the training ground was cleared, Martin turned to his adjutant and asked, "What is the logistics situation of the warship? How much normal food is left?"

The Space Marines have been modified so that their digestive systems are different from those of ordinary people. They can survive by drinking gasoline, eating wood and stones, but the Astra Militarum are all ordinary people and cannot survive without food.

Every time the fleet goes on a long voyage, it will stockpile a lot of nutritious porridge, canned food and various indescribable pre-prepared foods.

Firstly, due to the contamination of the warp, most fresh food would turn into something hard to look at after a while. Secondly, due to the Empire's military-first policy, the group of academic tyrants in the Mechanicus were all thinking about how to create more powerful weapons, and few researchers paid attention to civilian technology.

Thirdly, due to the empire’s poor administrative efficiency, it was impossible to transport various resources to where they were needed in a timely manner.

"The warp storm destroyed all the food. All we eat now is nutritious porridge and dried meat."

Sidonus knew his Captain, and had always been committed to making the lives of Space Marines more similar to those of ordinary people.

According to the company commander, this is to let the Space Marines remember where they came from and why they are fighting, so that they will not enjoy the offerings of the Imperial residents and act like bosses over other Imperial residents.

"What kind of jerky?"

Martin's rhetorical question left Sidonus at a loss as to how to answer.

In any world, cannibalism is a very explosive and outrageous behavior.

But in the hives of the empire, desperate people have taken the skill of cannibalism to the extreme. Some hives even sell the same kind of dried meat as foreign trade products.

When Martin was guarding the Gallia world, he almost ate this kind of jerky. He was so angry that he led his troops to shoot all those idiots with bolt guns on the spot.

"Well, to be honest, the logistics officer didn't indicate where the stuff came from."

Sidonus hesitated in his words.

Martin raised his eyebrows and said to Mira: "Take people to the warehouse to check the goods. All the things of unknown origin will be destroyed by me. Not even the dregs are allowed to remain."

Mira nodded, left the training ground, and headed straight to the warehouse with her adjutant.

Martin held his forehead helplessly and said to Sidonus: "I know the environment in the empire is not good, but you have to maintain the bottom line!

If that doesn't work, we can just hold a few officials hostage, apply for a world, and build our own production line, even if it's using the primitive industry of Terra?"

"Captain, I can lead soldiers to fight, but managing a world is too difficult for me."

Sidonus's face wrinkled instantly.

"Forget it, let's scout the surrounding galaxies first. We'll find a planet with life and buy some food first."

Martin did not make things difficult for his lieutenant. Apart from the Primarch, there were almost no Space Marines who participated in political affairs.

There is only one concept in their minds, and that is fighting, cool!
"We have sent out reconnaissance planes to scan the surrounding planets. But are you sure we don't need to prepare for battle first?"

Sidonus breathed a sigh of relief and once again performed his duties as an aide-de-camp, providing tactical advice.

"No need!"

Martin waved.

This universe is certainly not a utopia without war, but with the Green Lantern Corps maintaining order, various sectors of the known universe still maintain relative peace.

Although the little blue men are not human, the Green Lanterns are very competent.

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