The Astartes Family's Notebook

Chapter 115 You are the Challengers

There is no curse more twisted than love, just as Astartes contains only two components: Imperial Powder and Twisted Imperial Powder.

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Even if you complain about it a million times, the industrial structure of Skold remains ridiculously outrageous.

Apart from production lines related to the mining industry, this little planet never considered the concept of self-reliance.

Therefore, even though Nest No. 2 can clearly build a fighter jet assembly line and produce 500,000 shells a day, it can't even assemble half a laser gun production line.

By the way, Skold can also build the same daisy-shaped laser drill platform as Tychus's R2 in Heroes of the Storm, but the laser gun used by IG and PDF can't be built by the second nest.

Putting ourselves in their shoes, while Nest One's conditions were indeed much better than Nest Two's, the governors' consistent belief that buying was better than building meant that even though it was better, it wasn't by much.

Therefore, the war in Skord has developed to the point where a spectacle rarely seen in the Empire has emerged.

In battles between mortal armies, heavy firepower is more ferocious than light firepower.

That's absolutely spectacular.

Even a poorly trained player can play a very good game when things are going well.

Everyone in the Second Nest knows very well that the Astartes are now the true rulers. Faced with the Chaos traitors, the angels do whatever they are told, work hard and talk less.

So they ordered the railway to be repaired and the new army to be formed.

With key transportation hubs being recaptured one by one, the Empire has begun clearing out the area surrounding the First Nest City.

Even though they couldn't even provide each person with a live-fire weapon, all the PDF troops could still fire their cannons and blast their mothers.

The funniest thing is that, as a mature mining world, the miners of Nest City have actually received the most basic mathematics education. They may not be able to do such high-end work as determining firing parameters, but operating artillery and adjusting the mil according to the reference table is no problem for these conscripts.

So, the cultists who were crying out in agony just moments before the bombardment of the First Nest could suddenly find themselves in a spectacular situation where a few Nurgle followers could chase after hundreds of people once a cult hero blessed by Nurgle broke through the artillery fire and the sparse, close-range barrage.

Then, the elite IG squad, acting as the supervisory team, came over and fired a few bursts, then used promethium spray guns to burn the corpses. The hundreds of "professional soldiers" could then regain their morale and return to their positions.

Motor Sich felt this was not a solution, so he ordered Nest Two to quickly produce a batch of flamethrowers and send them to the front lines.

Although there were not high expectations for the hastily assembled PDF army to begin with, the Empire couldn't afford to lose face by fighting like orcs.

Ultimately, the problem is the lack of a political commissar.

Two regiments of IG were prepared. One regiment was retained to serve as the main assault force, while the other regiment was dismantled and dispersed to serve as the officer backbone. Although the problem of rebuilding the command structure of the PDF force was initially solved, without a political commissar, it was impossible to guarantee the morale of the troops.

Why not just appoint a political commissar?

Stop fooling around, that's taboo.

Katz gave the new recruits a stern reprimand.

Astartes could intervene in the mortal forces without any problem; even if he blew the colonel's head off for a pretext like an incorrect salute, the military affairs department wouldn't hold Astartes accountable. But political commissars were different. His own soldiers could shoot him in the back, his colleagues in the regiment could poison him, and the local nobles could pay to have him killed, but Astartes was the one he couldn't kill at will.

This is a political issue, a matter of stance, and we must know what to avoid and what not to do.

Each IG and PDF group is a small stronghold, while the political commissar represents the empire and the authority of the military department. The political commissar's life can be lost, but the authority of the empire cannot be lost.

Therefore, the Astartes can directly intervene in the personnel appointments and removals of the newly established PDF forces, but they cannot simply appoint political commissars as they see fit.

The battle for the first nest has entered the preliminary preparation stage of clearing the outer perimeter, which must be quite interesting.

However, Kaz could only crouch in the mine with the other twenty-one unfortunate Astartes brothers, setting up an ambush.

The company commanders were quite certain that this mine, which provided 70 percent of the food for the entire second hive, would inevitably become a target of the Chaos traitors, so they laid a large ambush there.

But the soldiers are really bored.

Astartes has no shortage of patience, but the problem is that this mine is close to the second hive city, with all kinds of monitoring equipment, and there are two barely passable PDF legions responsible for daily guard and protection.

The Astartes basically took turns on guard duty, while the remaining combat brothers, bored out of their minds, started studying the mine's maintenance and operation manual.

Although he said he was bored, Kaz was quite satisfied with the current situation; this was the treatment that the Imperial regular army should receive.

If it were either a series of defeats or the Astartes covering the rear, the empire would have been finished long ago, just like in the cutscenes.

The Empire can also set up ambushes with heavy troops; outnumbering the enemy is something the loyal Astartes would love, wouldn't they?

Don't overdo it. Playing the hero too much will eventually backfire. Isn't it better to fight alongside your brothers and secure a steady victory?

Good, very good. The scouts from the Raptors have reported unusual activity in the underground mine tunnels.

So the five tactical squads, with the four sergeants in charge, discussed it briefly, decided to roll the Cyber ​​Roll, and left one tactical squad as a reserve to stand by in place, while the rest went down to the mining area.

The Astartes are all superhuman, so they naturally wouldn't tamper with the four-way roll-point program. Therefore, after receiving the wireless transmission, the Astartes simply checked the code and didn't suspect that their brother unit had any bad intentions.

only......

We Raptor Legion may be inexperienced, but do we really think that modifying the built-in programming of power armor doesn't require the consent of a technical sergeant?

Furthermore, why would your Desolation Wings need applications, including but not limited to rock-paper-scissors/roll, as decision-making aids?

What struck the eagles as most jarring was that, not only the Fourth Company, but also any member of the Desolate Wings Chapter they encountered seemed to take all of this for granted.

The Astartes Codex certainly has many illogical points, but you Desolwing really treat the Codex like toilet paper!

To reiterate, the Raptors are simply more tactically flexible and don't adhere rigidly to the various tactical strategies prescribed by Guilliman, while the Desolation Wings are far too flexible. Kaz and his crew seem to have no "idol baggage" associated with Astartes.

Two people were carrying eight molten bombs with boarding shields, and four high-pressure promethium bottles were strapped to their bodies. Wasn't the bomb gun supposed to be Astartes' most trusted weapon?

"Oh well, since we're already here..."

Katz responded enthusiastically to the questions raised by his fellow unit.

The eagles were even more puzzled.

In underground tunnels, no one will object to you carrying more fragmentation grenades and high-explosive grenades. However, although molten metal bombs have strong explosive power, their effective kill radius is actually quite small. They are mainly used to deal with armored units. I really don't understand why you are carrying so many molten metal bombs.

Could it be...?

Yes, that's the one, right?

Kaz had no interest in playing hide-and-seek underground with the Chaos Warband's stinky canned food. He had set up traps in the core area beforehand so he could put on a memorable show.

"What famous scene?"

Sifus avoided the other combat comrades in the Fifth Company on the tactical squad channel opened by Kaz and asked a question out of curiosity.

Hehe, what other famous scene could it be?

Kars fought and retreated, caught in a dilemma, until he had nowhere left to retreat, BOOM...

The loyalist Astartes won the battle.

Chapter 116 We Will Win

C++ is the best programming language in the world!!!

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Anyone who's ever been down in a mine knows that the mine tunnels in video games are complete nonsense.

Skold, a mining world with a three-thousand-year history of mining, has very well-regulated underground mines. There are no disgusting situations like those in horror games where there are hidden holes around corners or fat guys in front and shampoo girls jumping behind.

Moreover, since the main export products were precious and rare by-product minerals, the governor dared not, like his colleagues in the barbaric world, simply hand out pickaxes to the common people and send them into the mines to work.

Just kidding. A few grams of rare ore are worth as much as several tons of finished ceramic steel. If you were the governor, would you dare to let the miners go down into the mine to mine it manually?

Therefore, dictators and capitalists investing heavily in upgrading mining equipment are definitely not for the health of miners; cattle and horses should not be sentimental about it.

If the Empire of Man hadn't forbidden the abomination of intelligence, and if the Mechanicus hadn't dared to openly put these things on the market, Skold's mining industry probably wouldn't have hired a single living person.

However, in retrospect, this approach of prioritizing the protection of civilians over the protection of thieves actually won the hearts of the people for the governor's family.

Otherwise, given the efficiency of Chaos Astartes, on an ordinary planet, they probably wouldn't have been able to wait for Motor Sich to arrive as reinforcements.

Neatly cut tunnels, sturdy support pillars and protective beams in the mining area, meticulously organized data pipelines, and rationally designed ventilation equipment...

Katz felt a deep sense of confusion.

What are you doing here? Is this still the human empire?

However, it's not a big problem. With Astartes' spatial awareness, as long as he walks around, a three-dimensional map of the mining area will automatically be generated in his mind.

Even without Katz saying a word, the Astartes veterans, who were all bomb fanatics, had already placed wireless detonators and molten bombs near the main load-bearing beams.

When carrying out combat missions, the Astartes have a clear hierarchy. Even if Karz includes his recruit training period, he is only a Space Marine who has served for no more than thirty years. But a sergeant is a sergeant, and a veteran, no matter how senior, is still just a soldier.

Although Katz came up with the tactical ideas, he wasn't needed for the actual work.

Watching the group discuss the differences between tandem and parallel thermal bombs with regret, Katz wanted to chime in but realized his lack of skill. Many unusual mine-laying positions were mature experiences summarized by veterans in actual combat. If a new recruit rashly used theoretical knowledge taught in textbooks to comment, he would be discriminated against and ostracized.

Silence is golden. ancestral laws can be changed at will, but the words of our ancestors should be heeded.

However, the loyalists could never have guessed that the Shadow of Death Warband had already reached an internal consensus, and the die-hard Astartes who blindly believed in Nurgle had been unilaterally removed from the team.

So these brain-dead Chaos Astartes didn't have any schemes or tricks up their sleeves; they simply led a group of equally fanatical Nurgle cultists out through the underground tunnels.

No, buddy...

Your Majesty, please forgive my bluntness.

Who the hell is friends with these stinking canned goods?

No, have you traitorous Astartes trusted Nagog so much that your brains have become solidified?

Forget about tactics like multiple attacks and flanking maneuvers. You're just going to blast open a hole and let it all pour out like that? Are you serious?

This is a heavily fortified mining area, so we have plenty of light and heavy firepower, including automatic cannons and heavy flamethrowers. For you to be playing with hordes of zombies in this one-way underground mine is really underestimating us.

It wasn't just Katz who was confused; all the Astartes who went down into the mines shared this confusion.

It's like when you're playing The Billions, you painstakingly set up defenses on all sides, only to find that there's just one gap in the map...

Am I outsmarting thin air?

Boring, and another demon host.

Although the Nurgle daemons that inhabit human bodies have gained bodies that allow them to move freely in the real universe, the problem is that while their hosts are adept at slaughtering mortals, the limitations of their bodies mean they are no match for Astartes.

What is a speed that is almost equivalent to teleportation to the visual nerves of ordinary people is nothing special to the warriors of Astartes.

With his boarding shield in hand, Kaz slammed the demon host against the wall with a Dragon Tail Sweep, then released the shield and tossed it to his combat comrade beside him. He then followed up with a Strong Hand Skull Crack, crushing the demon host's head.

That supernaturally smooth feel permeated Katz through the ceramic steel gauntlets.

However, the golden laurel on the shoulder armor shone brightly, and the Nurgle demons that tried to parasitize the Khaz power armor were burned away by the light of the starlight.

Katz was slightly disappointed by his habitual absent-mindedness.

The feel of Nurgle's demon host is disgusting, and the appearance of Slaanesh's demon host is disgusting. If you ever have the chance to encounter Tzeentch's or Khorne's demon hosts, you must try squashing them to see what it feels like.

The Lord of Change cheered.

The Lord of the Skull gave it a thumbs up.

The Dark Prince chuckled softly.

The loving father was somewhat displeased.

All beings are equal. How can you, Astartes, discriminate against us, a loving family?

Plague Beast, come out!

The massive, bloated Nurgle Plague Beasts nearly filled the entire passageway as they charged toward the Imperial garrison.

Out of fear, the ordinary soldiers gripped the triggers of the heavy flamethrower and heavy logging gun tightly, losing their ability to think.

But how could the Astartes be afraid of this?

Once you swallow a hot, melted pill, your fate is in your own hands, not in the hands of the gods.

With a bang, the mountain of excrement exploded.

Ultimately, it was a fanatical follower of Nurgle leading the way, and quite a few monstrous things emerged from the ground.

But the Imperial Astartes were not worried at all; the company had prepared even more promethium fuel.

The human empire, having thoroughly mastered the C language, has almost reached a point of complete mastery over promethium refining skills, capable of refining various carbon-containing minerals with promethium.

While fulfilling the conversion of artificial starch, the second hive city also continued to produce a huge amount of promethium fuel. Combined with the stockpiles accumulated by the fleet during its interstellar travel, the idea that flames purify everything was not just an empty slogan.

Those miners who survived were evacuated, and the mortal soldiers, scorched by the high temperatures, were replaced batch after batch. The power armor had its own temperature regulation system, and Kaz stood on the first line of defense, coldly watching the Nurgle forces die meaninglessly.

Thus, the Chaos Astartes, finally realizing that something was wrong, chose to break through the walls and open a second front.