My Desperate Journey in 40k

However, no one responded to the soldier's words. Everyone deliberately avoided the topic. They ignored the soldier's words and went about their work seriously.

"Shut up! Frank, watch your mouth!"

Just when the soldier was wondering why no one responded to his words, a devilish voice suddenly appeared behind him. The soldier was very familiar with this voice. It was their company political commissar.

"Um..., Political Commissar..."

The soldier turned around stiffly, looked at the political commissar in front of him who was wearing a political commissar-style power armor, and greeted him very stiffly.

"Frank, shall I take you to your caning, or shall you go on your own?"

The political commissar looked at the soldier, waved his grenade launcher, and spoke to the soldier.

"Commissar, I will go by myself. I won't bother you anymore."

The soldiers looked at the political commissar and immediately walked out of the fortress, ready to receive a mild warning flogging from the political commissar.

The political commissar looked at the soldier's back and frowned. Frank's violation of discipline, to put it more seriously, seriously disrupted the morale of the army. It seemed that he would have to suffer this time.

Back to yesterday, a subspace rift suddenly opened above the orbit of Alert Star. In the subspace rift, a tattered spaceship flew out. The moment it rushed out of the subspace, it was captured by the gravity of Alert Star and quickly fell towards the surface of the planet. Its speed was so fast that even the Imperial fleet patrolling in orbit could not intercept it.

The tattered spaceship entered the atmosphere of the Alert Star. After entering the atmosphere, it turned into a huge fireball and fell towards the Giant North Continent above the Alert Star. After flying for a while, it fell into a wilderness not far from the orc tribe of the Giant North Continent.

In this way, this huge wreckage spent a day in the wilderness, and was finally discovered by the orcs. A few boys rode their carts and rushed all the way to the wreckage of the spaceship. They looked at the huge pile of scrap metal and tried to find something usable on it.

A kid climbed onto the wreckage of the spaceship. Holding a sharp weapon made of unknown stuff, he knocked on a place that looked like the door of a spaceship, trying to open the sealed door.

After knocking for about a few minutes, the guy lost his patience and prepared to go to other parts of the wreckage to find a way into the wreckage of the spacecraft.

"Kakaka…"

But at this moment, accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears turning, the door suddenly opened. The green-skinned boy looked at the open door and thought he had opened it himself. He rushed into the door excitedly. He wanted to be the first to enter the wreckage of the spacecraft to find some useful garbage.

When the other green guys saw the green guys rushing into the wreckage of the spaceship, they also rushed into the wreckage of the spaceship. They also wanted to get the garbage in the spaceship.

"Click! Click!"

But when these green-skinned guys rushed into the wreckage of the spaceship, a sound of wet flesh being crushed came from the wreckage, which stopped the green-skinned guys who were still outside preparing to enter the wreckage. They looked at the open door in confusion. They didn't know what was happening inside, but the green-skinned beast-like instincts still made them alert.

"Da da da…"

Just when all the green guys raised their big Kakas and were ready to fire a volley of bullets into the gate, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the gate.

I saw a five-meter-tall greenskin wearing golden power armor slowly walking out of the gate, holding a greenskin boy who looked like a miserable dead elephant in his hand. After walking out of the gate, it looked at the greenskin boys around it. For some reason, the greenskin boys it saw instinctively lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at it.

"Reuven, where are we?"

The greenskin looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and asked the fart spirit behind him in confusion.

"Boss Dakla, I don't know either. The turbulence of the subspace brought us here. I only learned the principle of the subspace engine from Xiami, but I didn't learn how to navigate the subspace."

A fart spirit wearing strange power armor walked out from behind the greenskin boss. It spoke to the greenskin helplessly, and its tone was as if it was communicating with its friend, without any respect for the boss.

"Boss Dakla, no matter where we go, we just need to know that there is no Wang Ming in this world. We can conquer this world and then carry out a great waaaagh. The whole galaxy will eventually tremble under our waaaagh."

A greenskin in a white coat slowly walked out from behind the greenskin boss. He was wearing a pair of glasses without mirrors at all. He looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him and said to Dakla, "But no matter where the subspace has taken them, they only need to know that there is finally no Wang Ming in this world they live in. Their first great waaaagh was destroyed by the son of that big golden guy."

Now that they have arrived in a world without Wang Ming, they can finally spread their belief in the trinity of the big golden guy and the second funny brother, and then conquer the world to organize a great waaaagh. They want all the greenskins and shrimps in the entire galaxy to believe in their belief in the trinity of the big golden guy and the second funny brother.

Yes, Trinity. During this long voyage in the subspace, Mad Doctor Ayala began to ponder his beliefs again. Finally, after countless ponderings and the operation of resurrecting Dakla, Mad Doctor Ayala realized that he had figured out the relationship between the big golden guy and Brother Gomao. The big golden guy is the aggregation of Brother Gomao.

Mad Doctor Ayala thought that Brother Gomao liked the green guys fighting, and the big golden guy also liked the shrimps fighting, and they looked the same, Brother Gomao was big and strong, and the big golden guy was also big and strong, so the big golden guy was the aggregation of Brother Gomao, there was nothing wrong with it, and his Trinity Theory was almost perfect.

"Well, Mad Doctor Ayala, we have to clean up the greenskin heretics in this world. They must believe in our Trinity faith. Only in this way can we bring a great waaaagh to the galaxy."

Boss Dakra nodded to Mad Doctor Ayala, then walked towards the green-skinned guys.

In the distant Hyberia nest area, Wang Ming, who was correcting documents, suddenly felt his right eyelid twitch. He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness, as if the Alert Star was going to cause trouble again.

"This is all feudal superstition. May the Emperor bless you."

Wang Ming felt his eyelids twitching wildly and kept comforting himself in his heart.

304. Chapter 301 Old Friends on the Vigilance Planet

304.

Artillery shells kept hitting the ground. A green-skinned boy looked at the artillery fire in the distance and scratched his head. He wondered if something had happened to the boss recently. Recently, the greenskins actually fought with each other and didn't even fight together.

"For the big golden guy, waaaagh!!!"

Just when the green-skinned boy was thinking that something was wrong recently, a group of greenskins suddenly appeared in the wilderness in front of him. They were all wearing uniform clothes and holding almost the same weapons. They roared and rushed towards the position where the green-skinned boy was.

The greenskin boy looked at the greenskins rushing towards him and hadn't figured out what was happening until a greenskin next to him raised his garbage gun and shot at those greenskins. Then he reacted and picked up his big Kaka and shot at the greenskins in front.

But it had not fired many bullets when one bullet, which was so accurate that it did not look like one fired by an ork, hit its head. The greenskin boy's skull was instantly blown off by the huge kinetic energy of the bullet, but it did not fall down immediately. Instead, it fired a few more bullets before staggering to the ground.

The greenskin guys on the position were killed accurately again and again, and anyone who dared to show his head was shot in the head. The greenskin guys had never seen the current situation before. When they realized that they would die if they showed their heads, they collectively retreated into the position.

This gave the greenskins in the front an opportunity. They excitedly rushed into the position and engaged in a cheerful hand-to-hand combat with those greenskins. Their equipment was obviously superior to that of other greenskins. They were generally equipped with single-molecule weapons, which were mass-produced by that strange fart spirit.

The greenskin boys looked at the greenskins lying on the ground and laughed happily. These weapons were very useful and they really wanted to thank the great golden big guy.

In the distance of the greenskin position, Dakara was sitting in the command vehicle converted from the wreckage of a ship. Its scarlet eyes were fixed on the command sand table. There was a "Militia Training Manual" at its side. Dakara was looking at the military book at hand. It was very fond of these shrimp's military skills.

It took a long time for Mad Doctor Ayala to translate this book into Gothic. The previous language made Mad Doctor Ayala very uncomfortable, and he almost grew mushrooms while thinking about it.

"Boss Dakla, our guys have entered the first position of the big mushroom. Now let them hold their position and wait for the second group of guys to arrive."

Next to Dakla, Mad Doctor Ayala was holding a book called "On War". He was reading it and talking to Dakla. Looking at his posture, he looked like a chief of staff of an army.

"Mad Doctor Ayala, I listen to you. You can't be wrong. You've saved my life twice. If it weren't for you, I don't know if I could become a warBoss. Hahahaha, what's that saying? It's a life-saving grace, hahaha."

Dakara looked at the crazy doctor Ayala beside him, and said to him with a smile that Dakara had great respect for the crazy doctor Ayala, and he trusted and respected the savior who saved his life.

"Well, go ahead, boss. Conquering this orc tribe is the first step of our plan. I have asked Reuven the Fart Spirit to make weapons faster. In a few days, we will have a complete weapons production line."

When Mad Doctor Ayala heard what Dakla said, he nodded to Dakla, and then said to Dakla that they were not without confidence in attacking the local orc tribe. They had Reuven the Fart Elves and his technician boys. These fart elves who knew how to make high-quality weapons were their confidence. Their weapons and equipment and the training level of the boys were superior to those of the local orc tribes.

"All the boys from the first regiment, clear the position. This position is ours now. Wait for the boys from the second regiment to come up, and then we can continue the attack."

Dakla held the communicator and spoke to the green-skinned guys of the first regiment.

The biggest difference between the guys in Dakla's hands and other orc guys is that they are troops composed using the human military model. Their troop composition is also the same as that of human troops, and they are organized into regiments.

This is also possible thanks to Dakla's personal powerful military force and Ayala the Mad Doctor's intelligence. Ayala the Mad Doctor's thinking ability is very strong, and some strange ideas can pop up in his head. Compared with other orcs, his thinking mode is more like a rational human being. This is the wisdom accumulated after a long period of thinking.

"Okay, boss, we'll stop now."

The leader of the First Regiment was holding a rubbish-like communicator. After hearing Dakla's order, he immediately ordered his men who were about to rush to the front position to stop. However, even so, many men did not listen. At this time, a special force from Dakla's army appeared next to those men. They were wearing the first batch of power armor made by Reuven, and a strange double-headed eagle was painted on the armor on their chest.

They are the supervision teams deployed by Dakla in each regiment. Their main purpose is not to prevent the boys from fleeing, but to prevent them from fighting too happily. Too many deaths will affect the strategic plans of Dakla and Mad Doctor Ayala.

"Bah bang bang!!"

The supervision team instantly killed several green-skinned boys who did not obey orders at all. They all knew that what the boss wanted was a green-skinned boy who was like a shrimp soldier, not these boys who did not obey the commander's orders at all.

"Ho ho ho!!"

A large number of orcs who did not obey orders looked at the supervisory team in front of them. They opened their blood-red eyes and kept growling at the supervisory team. Although they did not admit defeat on their faces, they walked towards the position very honestly with their bodies.

They know the effect of their boss. Not fighting is a relatively light punishment. The point is that if he makes any mistakes, then they can only watch the next war and they cannot participate at all. This is what the green-skinned boys cannot accept the most.

They maintain discipline and rationality so that they can join the next waaaagh. Those guys are looking at the supervision team. The guys in the supervision team are the ones who can control themselves the best. They are Dakara's special forces and an important tool for Dakara to control the guys.

Back to the topic, the guys from the first regiment finally stopped their charge under the management of the supervision team, and quietly waited for the green-skinned guys from the second regiment on the position. They were not just waiting, they also collected the garbage on the position. They planned to exchange these garbage with Reuven for some strange equipment and weapons after the battle. All the guys knew that Reuven's products must be high-quality, and this fart spirit could always create miracles for them.

"What's going on? A civil war among the greenskins?"

In the Hyperion nest area, Wang Ming sat on the throne of the palace. He looked at Captain Jiang Tao, whom he had not seen for a long time, and asked him puzzledly.

"Captain Wang Ming, I don't think this is a civil war among the orcs. The behavior patterns and tactics of these orcs are exactly the same as the orcs we encountered on Kosel IV. I have reason to suspect that those greenskins are the same tribe as those on Kosel IV."

Captain Jiang Tao opened a holographic projection. On the holographic projection, the war between the two greenskin tribes was clearly visible. Wang Ming could easily see the tactics displayed on it. These tactics were also used by some of the time traveler troops.

"Kosir IV... that orc tribe? How is that possible? I was clearly... Wait, Dakla's body, damn it! It's the next Bone Crusher!"

Wang Ming thought about what Captain Jiang Tao meant, and then recalled the strange orc boss he faced at that time. Although he had killed the boss, they did not get the body of the green-skinned boss. It is very likely that this guy really ran to the alert.

This damn thing is actually still alive. This is really shocking. Wang Ming knew that the greenskins had strong vitality, but he didn't think it was so strong. Wang Ming killed it with his own hands at that time. How could it still be alive? Wang Ming could only pray to the emperor that it was another greenskin, and it must not be Dakra.

"Captain Wang Ming, your prayers are useless. Now the reality has proven that it is the orc tribe on Kosel IV. It is really shocking. Kosel IV is so far away from Alert, how did they get here?"

Captain Jiang Tao looked at Wang Ming who was praying to the Emperor and said to him. He looked at the holographic projection and lamented the unscientific nature of this situation.

"Nothing shocking. I'm used to it. The battle on Vigilance Star is always a big mess."

Wang Ming rubbed his brows, then said to Captain Jiang Tao who was sighing, since it was like this now, he would not be shocked by anything that happened on the Alert Star. However, he had to clear out the orcs first anyway. Wang Ming had seen the orc tribe of Dakla, a militarized greenskin force that imitated the human army, and all kinds of strange technologies appeared from time to time.

"Let the First Regiment go there and issue orders to all the troops in that war zone. Do your best to clear out the greenskins. We must not let them gain a foothold on Vigilance Star, otherwise it will be another huge trouble."

Wang Ming placed his hand on the throne, and his fingers gently tapped the throne made of fine gold. Wang Ming thought for a long time, and finally gave an order to completely annihilate all the orcs, otherwise they would replace Chaos and become the biggest trouble on Alert Star.

"Yes, Captain Wang Ming, I will convey it immediately."

Captain Jiang Tao nodded to Wang Ming, and then quickly went to convey the order.

After Captain Jiang Tao's holographic projection disappeared, Wang Ming was left alone in the palace. He looked at the mural of the God-Emperor in the palace and sighed deeply. Why haven't Guilliman and Fulgrim come yet? They clearly agreed to arrive in a month. The situation on Vigilance Planet is becoming more and more complicated.

"Robot, how long will it take us to reach the alert planet? Can Little Twenty-One control the situation?"

In the warp, on the bridge of Macragge's Glory, Fulgrim looked at Guilliman beside him and asked him, according to the timer, they have been sailing in the warp for two months, and they had encountered a warp storm before, and now there is still no sign of leaving the warp.

"The navigator said that there is probably still a Terra week left. Don't worry, Wang Ming's army will definitely be able to control the Vigilant Planet. He is a powerful brother."

Guilliman looked at Fulgrim beside him, he looked at his robe and the timer, and replied to Fulgrim that he had more time to get rid of the Armor of Fate. Guilliman believed that as long as he continued to adapt, he would be able to completely get rid of the Armor of Fate one day.

"I'm not strong, but I can still protect a human world."

In the Hyperion Hive, Wang Ming looked at the long sword in his hand and thought to himself that his strategy was not as good as Guilliman's, and his martial arts was not as good as Fulgrim's, but he was still a Primarch, the Emperor's weapon, a weapon to protect mankind.

"My blade will be wielded for humanity, and I will drive out all enemies of the empire."

Wang Ming stood up from the throne. He looked at the mural of the God-Emperor in front of him and said to it that he was just comforting himself. After all, he was almost numbed by all the troubles on the Alert Star and needed some comfort from the Emperor.

"Okay, time to go kill the aliens."

Wang Ming looked at the mural of the emperor, smiled, then picked up his long sword and walked towards the palace gate. This time he needed to kill Dakhla himself before he felt at ease. He had to see Dakhla chopped into a pile of mushroom sauce before he felt at ease. Wang Ming would never make the same mistake a second time.

"You have received orders to change from defensive tactics to offensive tactics. Intelligence shows that there may be old friends of ours among those greenskins."

Wang Xiaofa stood in the conference room of the position. In front of him was the company commander of the First Regiment. They had just arrived at the front line of the battle against the orcs in the Giant North Continent this morning. Before that, they were playing hide-and-seek with the demons in the nest.

"The tactics of these orcs are almost identical to those of the orcs on Kosel IV. Among them there is most likely the orc boss from that year. His strength is almost the same as the boss. There is also the orc boss who is on guard in the area. The main purpose of this mission is to eliminate them. Do you understand?"