Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 36 Don't underestimate an old soldier's poverty!
“Well said. The son of an emperor should indeed be hands-on in everything, no matter how small.”

"But why do I get the feeling that you're hiding something?"

Aqua's swordsman's keen intuition often proved extremely useful.

His sharp gaze fixed on Casca, making him afraid to even breathe.

But gradually, her expression softened.

"But no matter what, I still want to trust your judgment."

"Thank you."

Casca replied with a smile.

"call"

"This is truly... torturous."

The crystals on the surface of the Silent Star are extremely hard.

Even if the Mechanicus's large machines arrived, it would still take a considerable amount of time to build defensive fortifications.

In addition, the large amount of toxic gases on the ground prevented their power armor's airtight system from being opened for ventilation.

Although it has internal air purification functions, it still feels somewhat dull under the heavy construction work.

It's difficult to breathe fresh air.

"Damn it! Why build useless fortifications here!"

"I must go into battle and kill the enemy, the enemy who will slay my father!"

The elite First Company was increasingly resentful of Casca.

They are all noble sons of emperors!

Their mission is to "slay the enemy of their father".

Instead of scattering the father's ashes!
They are the Emperor's sharpest blades, and also the most magnificent and artistic Astartes (another name for Space Marines)!

Their destiny should be to die on the battlefield or return in glory.

Instead of building some futile Maginot Line in this godforsaken place!
When have these old Terran people ever suffered such injustice!
Company Commander Kasoron looked up at the sky obscured by poisonous clouds.

Presumably, the fierce battle to annihilate the Dalits had already begun by this time.

And he, Company Commander Julius Casolon, if Horus hadn't transferred them to the rear to take care of this fool, Casolon.
He will, as always, lead his team to board the flagship of the strongest and most powerful enemy alien, wielding his Shanabal saber, and engage in a one-on-one duel with the enemy's most formidable leader!
"Come on, coward, draw your weapon!"

"Our duel will be recorded in history from this moment on!"

And so, the valiant Kasoron turned the tide of the battle by successfully beheading the enemy leader!
Upon his triumphant return, he will be received and highly praised by Horus, the god-like Primarch!
At that time, even Fugrim will be amazed by his formidable combat abilities and regret his blindness in entrusting command to an incompetent and immoral idiot like Kasgar.

Not him, the talented and virtuous company commander!

Then, in order to reward his illustrious military achievements—

Fugrim will personally craft him a suit of armor and weapons as perfect as Kasgar's!

Wow!
How awesome that would be!

Hehehehehe.
At that time, he will definitely wear this dazzling and magnificent armor and thoroughly despise that incompetent Casca!

snort!
Thirty years east of the river (referring to the Milky Way), thirty years west of the river!

Don't underestimate the poverty of veterans!
"Company Commander, your scheduled one-hour rest period in Terra has ended."

Unfortunately, Kasoron didn't get to experience his opponent's exasperation.

It's all the fault of the mech servant beside me, which cut off the connection at the most crucial moment.

He shook his head and looked around at the makeshift tents they had set up.

wake up.

"I'm coming right now."

It's time to continue applying the ash.

Ugh, how could Casca be so mean!
"report!"

Before Kasoron could even curse in his mind, a mortal officer ran up from a distance.

The other person was of normal human height and wore a standard military uniform brought from Chemos. He looked quite tall and handsome.

Their Third Legion's mortal auxiliary commander was chosen by Fugrim and Kasgar from Chemos's guard to join the expedition's auxiliary force. "Lord Kasoron."

"If needed, Commander Casca will send us to assist in the construction of the fortifications."

Unlike the Space Marines clad in power armor, this mortal support sergeant only had a gas mask that could filter the air.

The climate of Silent Star is hot and humid, even at the poles.

Even from a great distance, Kasoron could see the other man's shirt, which was soaked with sweat.

"you?"

"Aren't mortal auxiliary troops also supposed to participate in building fortifications? Don't you have your own?"

"Sir, the outermost layer of defensive fortifications we arranged has been basically completed."

"As requested by the Casca chief, we will provide support for the unfinished fortifications at our base."

As he spoke, he rummaged around for a while and then handed a pair of binoculars to Kasoron.

In the distance reflected in the mirror, countless ordinary people were still working hard around the heavy fortress made of fine steel at the center.

Judging from their construction progress, it should be completed soon.

So fast?
The experienced company commander, Kasoron, was somewhat surprised.

Honestly, these ordinary auxiliary troops, who are often overlooked, are usually the first wave of cannon fodder for their Space Marines on the battlefield.

On the one hand, it can probe the opponent's tactical configuration and advantages, and on the other hand, it can protect the precious Space Marines.

Furthermore, the Great Expedition connects so many Imperial worlds and hives that the forces that can be recruited are virtually limitless.

Therefore, this cannon fodder tactic is generally very effective.

However, in contrast, the mortal auxiliary army suffered from an extremely high casualty rate and very low morale.

Cannon fodder, as long as they can be used.

In this situation, unless one is a fanatical religious madman who has secretly joined an underground "Emperor Worship Cult,"
However, the fact that these ordinary auxiliary troops did not slack off already makes them a high-level force.

Not to mention that after completing their own tasks in extremely harsh weather conditions, they still have to come and help them continue construction.

Kasoron must have felt somewhat ashamed.

If even a mortal support army lacking the support of power armor can do this, then it's truly shameful that this self-proclaimed noble son of an emperor would despise the lowliness of the work and refuse to take action.

But why is it that the mortal auxiliary army has such high morale?
It's most likely that Casca brainwashed them!

Looking again at his Chemos-style clothing, Kasoron gradually found the answer in his mind.

Casca, you seem to be going against the true principles of the Empire!
Having experienced countless battles, he often encountered this situation: among the enemies of certain human pocket empires, there were often such religious fanatics.

Shouting 'Gods and Emperors,' they launched a frenzied, suicidal charge against them, offering everything for the gods they spoke of.

They did it all so that they could return to their false god after death.

So ridiculous.

Unlike the human empires whose imperial truth pervades the galaxy.

Such fanatical religious ideas could never survive under the official control of a human empire.

"So, why do you all listen to that Casca guy?"

"It's one thing for Lord Fugrim to like him, but why are you all willing to risk your lives for him to this extent?"

"Commander Kasoron, this is a question that almost everyone in Chemos gets asked."

The mortal auxiliary sergeant seemed to have anticipated the question and answered with a smile.

"I think that when the aliens invade, our actual combat experience will be more convincing than dry words."

"Do you really believe there will be an alien invasion here?"

Kasoron pointed in bewilderment at the teleportation portal that had been dormant for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

"How could something like this be possible—"

Just as he was getting angry and trying to refute these fanatical Casca followers...

The portal lit up.

(End of this chapter)