My Desperate Journey in 40k

Two soldiers looked at the chaotic cultists, one raised his rifle and the other soldier raised the squad machine gun, which was also an energy weapon. Wang Ming's configuration for the mortal auxiliary army was a standard infantry squad, equipped with all kinds of weapons. If the heavy weaponsman had not died when killing the psychic before, they would still have a recoilless gun now. But unfortunately, this infantry squad paid too much to kill the psychic.

But they would not give up the plan given to them by the Primarch, and they would never let him down. It was just like the Primarch trusted them and gave them the opportunity to follow the Son of God, which was an extremely honorable thing. The Primarch also gave them the best weapons and equipment, which was something they had never dared to think about before, a complete medical system, rapid and sufficient logistical support, nutritious and healthy troop diets, and even an aristocratic education (which was the standard education content in the imperial civilized world).

They are grateful for everything the Primarch has given them, and they also know their duties. As the Empire's troops and the Primarch's troops, they will use everything they have to fulfill the orders of the Empire and the Primarch.

The squad machine guns kept firing, just like a harvester harvesting wheat, and the cultists were turned into blood-red steam one by one. In this battle that was almost a massacre, the cultists' morale, which was already low, completely collapsed. They shouted and threw down their artillery, then fled towards the location of the large group of Sane cultists. They hoped that the large group of tens of thousands of people could protect them.

"They ran away, squad leader. Should we still chase them?"

The mortal auxiliary army who was acting together with the squad leader of the mortal auxiliary army looked at the squad leader beside him. He pointed at the cultists who collapsed and fled, and asked his squad leader whether he should continue to chase those cultists.

"Chase! Of course I have to chase!"

The squad leader of the Mortal Auxiliary Army looked at those cultists, patted the head of the Mortal Auxiliary Army, and then chased after those Slaanesh cultists. The remaining two Mortal Auxiliary Army followed closely behind. In fact, what they saw at the beginning was just the numerical advantage of the Slaanesh cultists. When the real fight started, it was a pure crushing of equipment. The automatic rifles and heavy weapons in the hands of the cultists could not penetrate their power armor at all, while the energy rifles in their hands could easily kill any of them.

"The large army of the false emperor's lackeys is coming! The large army of the false emperor's lackeys is coming!"

The team of Slaanesh cultists was fleeing madly, some of them were shouting as they ran, saying that they had encountered a large force of the Imperial Army, but in fact there were only four people chasing them, and the firepower of those four people was too outrageous. They had been frightened by those four people and could only run away madly. If they turned around to take a look, they would know that there were only four people chasing them, but now they didn't even dare to look back.

The four mortal auxiliary armies chased the Slaanesh cultists while continuously shooting at them. The running Slaanesh cultists were turned into steam by the plasma bullets, which deepened the fear of the Slaanesh cultists.

In order to escape, they injected almost all the potions in their bodies into their own bodies. Under the effect of a large amount of potions, the escape speed of those Slaanesh cultists reached a speed that even surprised the mortal auxiliary troops wearing power armor. It was so fast that these guys' legs left afterimages.

"What's going on with these guys? So fast?"

The squad leader of the Mortal Auxiliary Army looked at those cultists. He said in surprise to the Mortal Auxiliary Army who were running and shooting beside him, "What's wrong with these guys? Even if they are escaping, they can't be so fast."

"Well, squad leader, these cultists are all drug addicts. They must have taken drugs."

After a mortal auxiliary soldier shot and killed a cultist, he replied to the squad leader that they all knew the intelligence about these cultists.

340. Chapter 337 Selection of the Second Group

340.

"There's a group of cultists coming over there, should we stop them?"

In the large force of the Mortal Auxiliary Legion, a communications soldier riding a Terra horse ran under an Emperor's Poison Blade and shouted to the commander who was observing the battlefield on it.

"No need, let them join the main group of cultists and destroy them together..."

The regiment commander was looking at the cultists through a telescope and spoke to the signalman, but he suddenly stopped talking. His expression changed from calm to extremely surprised. He saw a very outrageous scene.

Behind those newly appeared cultists, there were actually four figures following. He saw the power armor on those four figures. They were actually four mortal auxiliary soldiers. The four of them were chasing at least three hundred people. The commander of the mortal auxiliary army would not even dare to dream of such a scene.

"Which unit are those four people from? Whose subordinates are they? They are so brave!"

The commander of the mortal auxiliary army looked at the four mortal auxiliary soldiers chasing the three hundred cultists, and asked the signalman beside him as if talking to himself.

"four people?"

The signalman took out his telescope with a confused look on his face and looked at the newly appeared cultists. But after a while, he also found the four mortal auxiliary soldiers. His expression became extremely shocked. How could four people chase more than 300 people all over the mountains and plains? This was not common sense.

"Send a company to wipe out those cultists, and then bring them here."

The commander of the mortal auxiliary army looked at the four mortal auxiliary soldiers, and after thinking for a while, he said to the surprised signalman next to Du Blade that he needed to know how those soldiers managed to chase more than 300 people with only four people. They were definitely elite soldiers. If they were his own soldiers, he would definitely report their affairs. This would be a great merit. If they were from other troops, he would have to find a way to poach them. After all, the more elite soldiers he had, the higher the probability of completing the mission.

"Yes!"

After the signalman saluted the commander of the Mortal Auxiliary Legion, he rode the Terra horse to deliver the order. A company was quickly ready, and they went straight to the cultists. The roar of armored vehicles and the bursts of light weapons made the fleeing cultists despair. Some of the cultists finally turned back, and they were shocked to see the "large group of pseudo-emperor's running dogs" chasing them all the way behind the team. That was not a large group at all, it was just four people. Who the hell spread the rumors in the first place, causing them to be chased by four people all the way.

But now they knew it was useless, as they were covered by a rain of blue plasma projectiles. This was the volley firepower of a company of mortal auxiliary troops. More than 300 cultists were evaporated in an instant, and they turned into blood-red steam, floating above the battlefield.

"Have we found the main force?"

The squad leader of the Mortal Auxiliary Army looked at the Mortal Auxiliary Army company walking out of the blood mist. He said happily to his comrades around him, "I didn't expect that we were just carrying out a pursuit mission, but we unexpectedly found the large force by accident. It's really the Primarch who blesses them."

The squad leader of the Mortal Auxiliary Army has already decided that after returning, he must worship the statue of the Primarch that he printed from the printing room, so that the Primarch will continue to bless him.

The idea of ​​the squad leader of the Mortal Auxiliary Army is actually very normal in the Mortal Auxiliary Army. This is also a standard operation in the Mortal Auxiliary Army. A large number of Mortal Auxiliary Army have regarded Wang Ming as their own belief. Those Mortal Auxiliary Army believe that Wang Ming is the heir of the emperor and the son of the God-Emperor. The God-Emperor is a god, and His son naturally inherited His divinity, so Wang Ming is also a god.

Wang Ming and the time travelers also knew about the mortal auxiliary army's idea. The best way to deal with this matter was to ignore it, neither admitting nor denying it. Anyway, Wang Ming's subspace projection would not be affected much. No matter how much they believed in Wang Ming, it would not have much impact on Wang Ming.

On the contrary, if they were allowed to believe as they pleased, it would increase the troops' loyalty to the empire. Wang Ming and the traversers all knew that in this desperate universe of Warhammer, only fanatical belief could make a human being decide to fight for his own race unwaveringly. Since they needed psychological support, Wang Ming didn't mind becoming their psychological support and becoming a wall for them to resist the corruption of Chaos.

After checking the identities of the four men, the Mortal Auxiliary Army Company brought them back to the main force. The Mortal Auxiliary Army Corps commander immediately went to meet them. He was delighted to find that these four soldiers were actually his own soldiers. Their achievements were immediately reported to the headquarters. After confirming the authenticity of the matter, the political personnel of the headquarters commended them. After the mission is completed, the four of them will receive a medal personally awarded by the commander of the Astartes Corps to which they belong, as well as some material rewards.

The reward mechanism is also very complete in the Mortal Auxiliary Corps. Each Mortal Auxiliary Corps has a regimental political commissar. These regimental political commissars will record some things. The records of the regimental political commissar will be reviewed together with the report of the Mortal Auxiliary Corps commander. After confirmation, they can be awarded.

This can ensure the combat effectiveness of the mortal auxiliary army. After all, no matter which era, ordinary people are the majority. No matter how strong the faith is, it cannot be used to make a living. Maybe some people can really die for their faith, but more are just for ordinary people who are alive. For them, there is faith, but more of it is material needs.

There is no need to worry about concealing or lying about these things. The operation of the Mortal Auxiliary Army can avoid this situation very well. After all, the topics discussed by the regiment commander and the political commissars during the celebration party are different. Apart from the combat missions, they hardly have any unity. Moreover, these political commissars have been taught by Casatos, and they have reached a certain level of strictness in discipline.

The mortal auxiliary army was fighting against the cultists, it was a complete massacre, tens of thousands of cultists were killed without much resistance, although there were some blessed cultists among them, they were turned into steam under the firepower of plasma projectiles, how could flesh and blood contend with plasma.

"Young Wolf! Beat him! Hahaha!"

Needless to say, the mortal auxiliary forces' crushing battle was a foregone conclusion. Now let's turn our attention to Pepler, a newly built circular building where a group of Space Wolves were shouting and yelling at the children fighting in the arena. Beside them, the traversers from the Second Regiment were holding data tablets, constantly checking the conditions of the children they had selected.

The children were fighting in the arena, with ten children forming a combat group. The final winner would have a chance to become a recruit, but it was only a chance. Sure enough, when the psychic examined the child's mind, he found that the child's psychological endurance was not strong, so he had to be eliminated.

"How about it?"

Hu Jin looked at the fighting children and asked Ye Fan, who was swiping on a data board beside him, about the current selection situation.

"Ten children have passed the selection and are being sent to the military academy. The remaining five hundred children are all here. To be honest, Captain, I feel that if we can select ten more, it will be a sure thing."

Ye Fan looked at his captain. He swiped a few times on the data tablet and then handed it to Hu Jin.

"Ten is not bad. This is a civilized world, not the best world for recruiting soldiers. Don't worry, there are still many candidates. These five hundred people will be sent over after they are selected."

Hu Jin looked at the information on the data board. It was the information of the ten children. They were all excellent fighters and people with strong willpower. They were selected from five hundred people, and only ten of them were qualified. The others were either eliminated in combat or failed the willpower test.

"Well, and, Captain, is it really a good idea to let these Space Wolves come over? Look at what they look like."

When Ye Fan heard Hu Jin's words, he nodded, and then he mentioned the names of those space huskies. When these space huskies heard that the Second Regiment was selecting new recruits, they also followed. Since there were no combat missions, these guys were very idle, and when they saw the popular activity of selecting new recruits, they ran faster than anyone else.

"What's the big deal? The boss said that these space huskies are good instructors. Wouldn't it be good to throw a few of them here to teach the new recruits?"

When Hu Jin heard Ye Fan's words, he looked at the space huskies, then hugged Ye Fan and whispered to him in Chinese in his ear.

He had discussed with Wang Ming before. Regarding the issue of the commander of the garrison, not many time travelers wanted to do this. The former "Shadow Moon Wolf" had some ideas, but Wang Ming could not completely trust him. In the end, the two of them discussed a solution. There were a large number of Great Crusade cans in the fleet. That was to let the Astartes from the Great Crusade era become the commanders of the garrison. This would solve the training problem of the garrison and ensure the loyalty of the garrison.

"Six, Captain."

When Ye Fan heard Hu Jin's words, he couldn't help laughing. The commander of the garrison troops was an Astartes from the Great Crusade era. This could solve many problems and also provide the garrison troops with the most efficient combat effectiveness.

"However, before the commander is completely confirmed, we still need a brother to serve as the commander. Otherwise, the garrison troops of the 21st Legion will all be commanded by Astartes from other Astartes Legions. That would be too unreasonable."

Hu Jin looked at Ye Fan, patted his shoulder armor again, and then told Ye Fan the specific operational procedures of this action. First, let a traverser serve as the commander, and then gradually replace one large expedition can. This can minimize the resistance of those large expedition cans.

The operation process is like this: the previous commander has been transferred and there is no suitable candidate. As a powerful warrior in the Great Crusade era, can you serve as the commander of the garrison troops for the empire? I believe that such a powerful warrior like you will not object at all. In this way, you can use various reasons to replace all the commanders of the garrison troops with Great Crusade canned people.

"I see. You are awesome, Captain. If we do this, the training problem of these garrison troops can also be solved. Their starting point is even better than ours. They have Astartes training from the Great Crusade era, while we have combat experience gained through death alone."

Ye Fan looked at the new recruits, thinking that they would be trained by professional instructors in the future, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When they had just traveled through time, no one trained them, and almost all their combat experience was gained through death. Later, after they met Casatos and the "Shadow Moon Wolf", they were able to learn professional tactics and strategies.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan suddenly recalled that when he had just traveled through time, he didn't even know how to use the power sword on the battlefield, and he killed a Chaos Space Marine with the power sword without a decomposition force field. Now, he is already the company commander of a company in the 21st Legion.

"Woohoo! Well done, little wolf! Hahaha!"

Just as Ye Fan was reminiscing about the past, the roar of the Space Huskies disrupted all his thoughts. After hearing the roar of the Space Huskies, he subconsciously looked at the situation in the arena, wanting to see what made the Space Huskies so excited.

The battle in the arena has ended. Among the children on the ground, a child with blood all over his body stood up from several other children. He looked at the children he had knocked down alone and waved his arms excitedly. He won and he got the chance to continue to be selected to become an angel.

The selection mode of the Second Regiment is fighting. Only one out of ten people can stand. There is no such thing as the battle not being intense enough. As long as others do not fall down, the selection will not stop, even if people die. As long as they can keep moving, the selection is still going on. The medical team and the body collection team are ready, and the rest is up to the children to do. Things did not disappoint the time travelers. Many noble children who dared to participate in the selection were students of local military academies.

There is no need to say much about the nobles of the empire. Apart from those insects, the extremely martial noble children have been trained since childhood. The children in the military academies are not bad either. They were all future officers of the planetary defense forces. When these two groups of people started fighting, there would be deaths in almost every combat selection. The busiest people these days are not the traversers in charge of managing the selection, but the corpse collection team.

As for what those parents would think when they looked at their children's bodies? The noble parents believed that it was glorious for them to die on the way to becoming angels, while the children in the military academy, whose parents were officers of the planetary defense force, became orphans after the war broke out and had no parents.

341. Chapter 338: The Lord of the Skull

341.

"Cough cough cough..."

In the Governor's Mansion, Wang Ming looked at the information and almost choked on his sip of Morse tea.

"Four people chasing three hundred cultists... Although it is chasing the defeated soldiers, it is indeed a bit strong..."

Wang Ming wiped the tea from his mouth and said to himself, this kind of combat performance will appear almost every time on the battlefield, but it is really rare for four people to chase three hundred people all over the mountains and plains. Although the mortal auxiliary troops are equipped to crush the cultists, the power armor cannot cope with the concentrated fire of a large number of heavy weapons. It is really amazing that these four people can do this.

However, the weapons and morale of cultists are indeed garbage among garbage. These guys don't even know what a laser gun is, and their morale is also a mess. If the tactics are arranged and commanded properly, then this can be achieved. This also proves that the combat capabilities of the grassroots soldiers in the mortal auxiliary army are already very strong.

"Well..., the commendation will be handed over to the Military Affairs Department, and then there will be the recruitment of the Second Regiment and the planetary war situation."

Wang Ming looked at the document, then put it down and picked up another document. It was about the selection of new recruits for the Second Regiment. So far, ten suitable recruits have been selected, six of whom are military academy students and four are sons of nobility. They are all top-notch talents.

"These ten new recruits are all good prospects. It would be a good idea to let them become the first batch of soldiers in the garrison. As for the training instructors..."

Wang Ming looked at the documents in his hand and thought about those things in his mind. Since the first batch of recruits had been selected, Wang Ming began to think about finding an instructor for these recruits.

This instructor cannot be selected from among the time travelers. After all, if they are really asked to train the new recruits, they will probably be trained incorrectly, just like those new recruits who are still in the regiment.

Speaking of the new recruits, Wang Ming still remembers Ort who was dedicated to his duties, Anton who drove a tank so fast that it flew away, and Agger who had become a berserker and fought in the Second Regiment every day. If the new recruits were given training again, if the training was good, they would be Ort, and if the training was wrong, they would be the next Anton and Agger.

"We can't let them be instructors. We need to find some canned food from the Great Crusade era to be instructors. Who are they..."

Wang Ming thought about it, and then took out his data board. He was not wearing power armor now, so he could not use the personal terminal, so he could only use the data board to look at some data.

"Let's... the Imperial Fists. Their training is biased towards defense, so they are perfect for being commanders of garrison troops."

Wang Ming looked at the data board that kept flashing in his hand, and soon selected a suitable candidate, an Astartes from the Imperial Fists. This Astartes was named Anger, a Terran veteran of the Imperial Fists. His loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor was unquestionable. Wang Ming was more relieved to let him serve as the commander of the garrison.

To be honest, the time travelers were worried that the army would be corrupted, but Wang Ming was not really worried about this problem. He knew that the gene seeds of his offspring had definitely been tampered with by the emperor. After all, he didn't know what the composition of his own system was. Although Li Qinghui had analyzed the gene seeds given by the system and found that they were Wang Ming's without a doubt, some of the genetic secrets were beyond the ability of her, a PhD in biology, to explore.

"Huh..., let's arrange for this guy to go, and then we'll talk about the battle situation..."

Wang Ming took the data pad and marked that An Gaier, and then checked the situation of the battle.

The planetary war situation is now very good. Although there are still many cultists, the planetary defense forces in various regions and cities have been gathered. With the supplies from the traversers, their equipment has also changed a lot. They are equipped with the old equipment before the mortal auxiliary army changed their equipment.

These soldiers of the planetary defense force saw power armor and laser guns for the first time. They were so excited as they looked at those weapons that used light to kill enemies as if in mythology. After changing into new equipment, they joined the attacking team.

It can be said that the troops of this civilized world are standard modern troops. Of course, this modernization refers to the modern troops of the 21st century. Compared with the Star Army of this era, they are still too inferior. They have electronic communication combat networks and a large number of heavy armored troops. Although these armored troops were destroyed by demons at the beginning of the battle, they still played a significant role.

After the remnants of these troops were equipped with new equipment, their combat effectiveness has even reached the standard of the Astra Militarum, and they are even stronger than some Astra Militarum legions. After all, the advantage in equipment cannot be ignored. If you insist, it is that these troops can pile up the enemy with ammunition.

The planetary defense forces were integrated one by one, and these forces almost became the main offensive forces. The mortal auxiliary forces that acted with them, looking at the local planetary defense forces trying to recover their homes, also gave up their own offensive routes and handed over the combat missions to these forces. This was also tacitly approved by the traversers, who could interfere with them at any time to help them complete their combat missions. The traversers understood the thinking of those local planetary defense forces.