Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Perhaps in the eyes of space monkeys, mortals are uncivilized monkeys who cannot even have such simple telepathy.

And the harsh demands made by Dorn might not be harsh in his eyes.

As long as he is not prevented from conducting scientific research, nothing else matters.

Just like the orcs could not understand what an invasion was, they were just fighting, and they didn't care who they were fighting or how they were fighting.

Don shook Caesar's hand, symbolizing the achievement of cooperation.

Dawn: "I have another question, I hope you can answer me truthfully."

"What brings you to Invert?"

Caesar scratched his chest with a finger that had a different ring on it.

Dorn's attention never left his rings, which were specially made in the shape of guns.

Dorn didn't think these were just decorations; he felt threatened by the rings.

"This was an accident. They didn't actively sail to Invit, but were caught in the turbulent subspace currents."

Wop translated, his expression gradually becoming strange.

"They claim that this unexpected voyage allowed them to discover priceless treasures. The Phalanx contains enough technology valuable for them to study for a lifetime."

"They also said they intend to take root here and never leave unless you use force to drive them out."

The corners of Dawn's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Are these aliens serious?

Chapter 210: How is the battle going on Reach?

After getting Dorn's permission, Caesar happily summoned all his tribesmen, and 666 space monkeys rushed into the Phalanx.

But these space apes kept their promise and deliberately slowed down their pace to allow the human soldiers to keep up.

Otherwise, they would have disappeared deep into the maze-like Mountain Phalanx, and their traces would be hard to find.

Dorn asked with a hint of worry, "Father, if we secretly take in these aliens, will the Empire really not hold us accountable?"

Wop: "Although the Empire is conservative, it is not stubborn. What I personally hate most is racial discrimination, black people, and aliens."

The Empire of 30K has always maintained an enlightened foreign policy, focusing on peaceful contact with any civilization it encounters.

According to the Empire's classification standards, aliens can be roughly divided into three types: one is weak and non-threatening; the second is powerful but low-threatening; and the third is both powerful and threatening.

Only the last type of alien will be exterminated, while the first two will usually be incorporated into the empire's colonial system.

Weak aliens will be protected as rare animals, and strong but low-threatening ones also have extremely high united front value in the eyes of the empire.

Collaborating with aliens is not a serious crime, the Emperor did it too.

Not only did the Emperor have a lot of fun in Commorragh, he also had an ambiguous relationship with Eldrad, the greatest prophet of the Ark Eldar, and together they formulated a plan for humans and the Eldar to fight against Chaos.

The First Legion has a green-robed villain, and the Thirteenth Legion has the Regent Princess.

Compared to his brothers, the Seventh Legion merely took in some homeless demihumans.

If anyone raises an objection... How dare you! Who in this hall is suing me?

Anyone who dares to slander the Primarch for colluding with the aliens is a traitor collaborating with Chaos!

Wop's assurances eased Dorn's worries, but a hint of doubt remained. "Father, can they really complete the repairs to the Phalanx within a month?"

Although he had proposed the one-month deadline, his intention was to get the space monkeys to bargain, but unexpectedly these demi-humans, whose later years were unknown, agreed directly.

Wop: "Let them try. We have nothing to lose anyway."

If the space monkeys can complete the repairs in a short period of time, it will undoubtedly be a timely help to them.

Even if this doesn't happen, the situation won't be any worse than it is now.

Wop and Dorn also considered the risk that the space monkeys might seize control of the Phalanx.

Although there were a large number of soldiers protecting them throughout the process, given the technical level of the space monkeys, even if they made some moves in front of them, those soldiers would not be able to see through the trick.

It's a big gamble.

Dorn chose to gamble simply because he believed in Wop.

And Woppe trusts his own judgment.

There was something indescribably familiar about these space apes, the same feeling he had once felt in the Eldar who had rescued Fulgrim.

Moreover, there are only more than 600 space monkeys, and their manpower is not enough to drive the Phalanx, so they must rely on a large number of human crew members.

There are also a large number of Invert Phalanx troops stationed in the Phalanx, which can minimize the risk.

The Invert Empire is in a very bad situation now.

Rather than worrying about docile space apes, we should worry about warlike orks.

The arrival of the space monkeys will not change Dorn's plan, he still has to rush to Reach for help.

……

"Eugene, how is the battle on Reach?"

asked Aubrey Turner, Lord Commander of the 7232nd Expeditionary Fleet.

In the holographic projection, Eugene Love looked a little tired. He shook his head slowly: "The situation is not good."

"Thirty standard Terran days ago, Solar General Norman Gutierrez organized an elite kill team to attempt a decapitation operation against the Orcish war boss."

"But the operation failed. The kill team was completely wiped out, and no one survived."

"The orc war boss has not been seen since."

"But their offensive has not weakened at all. Massive orcs are crashing into our defenses like a tide, and we are losing ground."

"I will send you a detailed action report later."

Aubrey Turner frowned. "The other fleets didn't respond to the call for help?"

Love: "A total of six fleets responded to us, including a main fleet of the Seventh Legion, but you were the first to arrive."

Turner: "Then let's turn the tide of battle!"

"I have brought with me twenty regiments of extraterritorial warriors, all of whom will be under your direct command."

"The fleet is expected to arrive in Reach orbit in twelve standard Terran hours. I hope you can develop a detailed battle plan within this time."

"Thanks, Aubrey."

Turner raised his right fist and tapped his left chest. "For humanity."

"For the Emperor," Eugene Love responded with the same courtesy.

The communication was cut off, and Eugene Love's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Twenty extraterritorial warrior regiments and a full 100,000 mortal auxiliary troops.

Although the Extraterritorial Warriors are not as famous as the Solar Auxiliary Army, they are also an elite force.

There are no unqualified people in the Mortal Auxiliary Army; every unit is composed of elites.

Love ordered: "Contact General Gutierrez."

Adjutant: "My Lord, communication has been established."

Norman Gutierrez in the projection stood straight, with traces of battle still remaining on his carapace.

Gutierrez: "Lord Commander, what are your instructions?"

Luo Fu: "General, reinforcements from the 7232nd Expeditionary Fleet have arrived, and twenty extraterritorial warrior regiments are ready to be deployed to the battlefield at any time."

"I need you to formulate a detailed combat deployment based on the current defense line within ten standard Terra hours."

"In twelve Terran hours, extraterritorial warriors will serve as strategic reserves and be deployed to the battle zone where you need them most. Please hold on!"

"Understood, Commander!" Gutierrez pounded his right fist on his chest armor. "The orcs on the southern front are gathering on a large scale. We need a new round of orbital bombardment cover. I'll send the coordinates to the fleet later."

Love also put his fist to his chest and said, "We will enter the orbit of Reach in ten minutes, for humanity!"

"For the Emperor, until death!"

……

Gutierrez slumped down in the command chair, his bloodshot eyes staring at the enemy-invaded defense line on the tactical hologram.

"Camilo, how many of us are left?"

The Chief of Staff stepped forward quickly. "The auxiliary army has lost more than one-third of its personnel. We only have 70,000 soldiers left, and 420,000 improvised local militias that can be deployed to fight."

The only role of those militiamen who had only received simple training was to fill the line; the real main force was still the 70,000 mortal auxiliary troops.

Gutierrez: "Put two-thirds of our reserves into battle, leaving only the 17th Regiment as the main reserve. We must not let the orcs break through our defenses!"

"Tell the warriors, twelve standard Terra hours!"

"Hold on firmly, there is a way!"

"As long as we hold out for another twelve standard Terra hours, twenty extraterritorial warrior regiments will arrive in orbit to support us!"

Gutierrez paused. "Send the last coordinates sent back by the kill team to the fleet. The fleet will cooperate with us in the orbital strike."

The early Mortal Auxilia, like the Space Marine Legions, were established in accordance with the Imperial Code of Warfare.

As the Great Crusade progressed, the 5,000-man regiment was no longer able to fight in a wider war.

A standard mortal auxiliary army has a full strength of 120,000 people, with an additional several thousand staff and logistics personnel.

Depending on combat requirements, it can be divided into up to one hundred regimental-level organizations and a team of one thousand two hundred people.

Each queue is divided into twenty terric squares, each square has three classes, and each class has twenty people.

The elite phalanx also has three squads, but each squad has only ten people, all of whom are experienced veterans.

These phalanxes also have three subsidiary units or armored squads to meet diverse battlefield needs.

The organization of the Mortal Auxiliary Army has extremely high autonomy and flexibility, and can be expanded or reorganized at any time according to the battlefield situation.

Although the Empire's mortal auxiliary legions come from all corners of the world, their organization remains consistent.

Although the foreign warrior group still uses the ancient 5,000-man group organization, there are inevitably confusions in coordination when unified command is given.

But they are also the elite troops in the mortal auxiliary army. With their support, Gutierrez is confident that he can push back the orcs' green tide!

But the top priority remains to consolidate the defense.

Their situation wasn't too bad, but since reinforcements were on the way, when would they deploy their reserves if not now?

"boom--!"

A blinding beam of light poured down from the sky like a sword of divine punishment, landing on a cluster of orcs dozens of kilometers away from the southern defense line of the defenders.

The blinding white light instantly engulfed an area of ​​several kilometers in radius, and hundreds of thousands of greenskin troops gathered were wiped out by this devastating orbital strike.

The shock wave formed by the high-temperature plasma spread in a circular shape, blowing away the orcs on the periphery like dead leaves.

When the light faded, only a vitrified crater several kilometers in diameter remained on the charred earth.

Steaming heat waves distorted the air, proving the terrifying power of this space-based strike.

The Empire didn't normally conduct orbital bombardments; their goal was to reclaim lost territory, and a devastated world was of little value.

But Reach is just an agricultural world, and orbital strikes are less destructive.

In order to consolidate the defenders' defenses, the fleet had to carry out appropriate orbital strikes to reduce the terrifying number of orcs.

……

Thirty veterans of Tariq's phalanx advanced in a skirmish line.

Sergeant Avery slowly raised his hand and signed a covert advance command in tactical sign language.

Sergeant Dias nodded knowingly, and the two men moved through the dense forest like ghosts, carefully avoiding dead branches and leaves that might make sounds.

Taking cover from the bushes, they cautiously groped their way to the outskirts of the orc camp.

Thirty steps away, several greenskins were hacking each other with crude machetes for fun.

The sound of metal clashing and the orcs' joyful waaagh roars were particularly harsh in the silent forest.

They are a kill team, going deep into the enemy territory alone with the goal of finding the Warboss.