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Chapter 24 Red Torrent
The Provisional Second Council of the Pacific Star Territory was notified.
I was shocked, crying, and heartbroken.
Where are the Astartes from the three Chapters? Three! Why are they all gone? How do you want me to eat? It smells so good~~
What do you want me to do with the defense of these five planets? Uh-huh~ give me another piece of meat.
What should we do if we are attacked by the enemy? I can't sleep all night long because I don't want to drink tea. Why don't I pour the wine? A life of leaving home early every day could not soothe my helpless soul.
After "careful discussion" and "thoughtful deliberation" in the Council, the Council voted unanimously to support, fully support the reconstruction of the Chapter, and give money to people and people, as long as the number of Astartes can be quickly restored, no matter the cost.
Nonsense, we don’t have any support from the empire here. If the enemy has killed so many people here, will he come to retaliate? It’s too scary.
Before Yifeng and his party arrived at the Second Council of the Temporary Taiping Star Territory, all planets had begun comprehensive recruitment and selection. The video of the Astartes defeating the enemy army and killing more than 1,700 enemies was played back and forth, and various major advertisements were played. The cards are played on a rolling basis, and of course, the damage done to the enemy by the Rebel Alliance is all crossed out.
What? Where did it come from, you ask?
Forgot to mention, the interstellar's famous big-mouthed Dawn Angels Chapter, as long as they think it is a great victory, a victory that is "sufficient to represent the dawn of the dawn", they will not hesitate to spread this victory to They can spread anywhere, colloquially known as galactic megaphones.
Of course, although they won't talk about things of great value everywhere, they will definitely promote them to the whole group, such as Yifeng's Tai Chi sword practice video.
Selection activities on various planets are in full swing. All aristocratic schools are mobilizing the whole school. If one person becomes an Astartes, the entire school and family will gain a very high social status. As a result, three thousand promising young children are quickly selected. Awaiting the arrival of the Astartes for further selection.
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On the dawn light of the battle barge speeding in the subspace, the three people on Yifeng's side sat together. This time it was not a "no bonfire" party in a small train circle, but a serious large conference hall. The sofa is super soft, and there are various refreshments and drinks placed on the coffee table under bright lights.
The great think tank of the Shadow Blades was sleeping at low temperature. The Tech Sergeant represented the Shadow Blades, the Grand Apothecary represented the Will of the Storm, and Yifeng represented the Green Templar. They had a heated discussion on the name and painting of the new chapter.
"What is the name of our war group?"
"I suggest that we merge the names of our three groups and call them Storm Blades." The great pharmacist Situ Val was the first to speak.
"Then why isn't it called Green Wind Poison Blade?" The technical sergeant was not to be outdone.
"Does this sound good to you? The Holy Blade of Storm is not as good as it sounds. Look, an army like the Holy Blade of the Emperor strikes the enemy like a storm. Only in this way can we live up to the name of the Emperor's Angel."
"Holy Blade, I thought you were going to call yourself a saint, just like the evil god of subspace."
"No homophonic jokes are allowed. You should at least give a name with a sense of justice. I don't know why you always have trouble with the poison blade. Does that look like the power to defeat the enemy in an upright manner?"
"Why don't you count it? The Emperor's Baneblade tank is still one of the empire's favorite super-heavy tanks. Isn't it powerful? Isn't it powerful? If you ask me to say Baneblade, there is no problem. You are not called Green Wind Baneblade. , is it appropriate to call it the Violent Poison Blade?"
"Yifeng, tell me, what should I call it?"
"Red torrent."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Red torrent."
"It's not what we are discussing now..."
"Red torrent, red torrent, red torrent, red torrent, red torrent..."
Are you being a rogue? You are not.
"Why is there a red torrent? Hey, hey, stop chanting the incantation. We are all going to be saved. You should talk instead."
The core of the argument is that other people have to listen. Otherwise, no matter how loud you argue, there is no point in turning off the headset.
"What do you think we are going to do?"
What to do? Do you think what we are planning is any different from going to the Emperor to steal toilet paper?
"You think about it, what are we going to do, liberate the Milky Way? Then where does our power come from, the power to unite all mankind? Blood and fire will definitely permeate many worlds, and the bright red will make the whole Galaxy tremble. We even Bringing more blood than some warp god, but with every world conquered our power grows.
There are far more poor people living in lower nests than white-collar workers and rich people in middle nests and upper nests. Their determination to live a good life does not need to be inferior to anyone else. If we give them a promotion path, they will support us without hesitation. , we want everyone to be literate and choose jobs they like and are good at. Let the corpse-vegetarians perish with the old world.
We will definitely get the support of the people, and we will get stronger and stronger as we fight. Eventually, everyone's power will converge and become an unstoppable torrent. Even the evil god of subspace, I will kill you. "
Although Yifeng is a novice who came from time-travel, he heard his roommate talk about the outline before time-traveling. This is much ahead of these soldiers who are obsessed with the authorities. If I rounded off, didn't I just open the whole map?
It's a pity that I didn't listen to Yifeng's outline, otherwise I might not think so.
If the evil god of subspace is a collection of human negative emotions, then the unstoppable will of the people to liberate can form a red wave in subspace and reversely erode the territory of the evil god.
(The Four Gods of Subspace: Yes, yes, that’s it, come on, come on.)
It is said that this is the great ambition of the Emperor. I use the name of the Emperor to gather the power of all mankind again. Will the power of the Emperor grow accordingly? Will the cold sun in the subspace turn red?
Yifeng was happily immersed in his imagination.
Regardless of whether he can change or not, he hasn't even decided on his horoscope yet.
The great pharmacist and the technical sergeant fell into deep thought. They knew that Yifeng was right, but they just... wanted to leave some shadow of the war group they once existed.
At this point, everyone has to make corresponding concessions.
But not the chapter name.
"This name has nothing to do with any war group, but it is related to them all. As long as you are willing to fight for humanity, the Red Torrent Army... team war group alliance is willing to invite you to join it."
Situ Val didn't think it would work.
The red torrent is commonly known as the big red river, or simply the red river. From now on, a bunch of Astartes call us the red river, is it appropriate?
"I request to use this chapter name, but the price is that the Green Temple will not retain any logos, proprietary patterns, etc. for subsequent discussions." Simple and crude, exchange of interests.
The name of the battle group was approved by three people, and the next step was to discuss the issue of armor painting.
"It's already called this, so let's just use red."
There's nothing you can do about it. It's called the Red Torrent. You can't make a purple one, and put false information here to deceive Chaos?
Next, the three of them sat up straight, and the battle emblem was the top priority. You must fight to your advantage.
There is particularly good news. The Stormwill Chapter is a sub-group of the Imperial Fists, and the Shadow Blade Chapter is a sub-group of the Iron Hands. The emblems of these two chapters happen to be a fist and a hand. Isn’t that right? Come on.
"One hand holds a sickle, and one fist holds a hammer. How about the sickle and the hammer intertwined with each other? The Shadow Blade is black, with the black fist and hammer representing industry. The Will of the Storm is khaki, representing food. hand and sickle.”
“Is this too complicated, is a sickle and hammer necessary?”
"What are you afraid of being complicated? The empire can't even build this? Sickle and hammer. The sickle represents the food we depend on for survival. Needless to say, our weapons and warships must not be manufactured industrially. The hammer is the symbol of industry. These two industries are not only about the number of people. The most numerous people are the poor, and the people who have the hardest time getting promotion channels are the ones we must unite with."
Yes, you are the mastermind, you have the final say, as long as you have fists and hands.
"Use silvery gray for the background color."
The two were surprised. If Yifeng had not spoken, they would have defaulted to the background color being white. This sentence was equivalent to actively giving up the symbol of their green temple.
"Silver gray means..."
"Lunar Wolf."
"Is this necessary? After all, their legion has rebelled. Will this cause hidden dangers to the future stability of the war group?"
"What does the rebellion have to do with these gene seeds?"
"We don't have to tell them, just say they are the sons of Chagatai Khan."
"Everyone's equality starts with our army. If they can't even trust their brothers who grew up like themselves, just because of gene seeds, do you still expect them to trust people from all over the empire, especially those who trust those who have been destroyed by Chaos?" , the planets invaded by aliens and the people of the planets that once launched rebellions?”
"For example, do you trust the Krieg Death Legion?"
The Krieg Death Legion, they are the mortal Astra Militarum troops. As early as thousands of years ago, Krieg's home planet launched a rebellion. The rebels controlled major places and declared independence from the empire. The loyalists were absolutely Unyielding, he launched all the nuclear bombs and blasted the entire planet's surface into a forbidden zone for humans.
But the war did not stop. The rebels and the loyalists fought underground, fighting for each pipe, digging and raiding the opposite side bit by bit. After nearly a thousand years of war, the loyalists won.
Since then, Krieg has provided the largest number of Astra Militarum warriors in the Empire every year as a sign of repentance for his past rebellion. The people of the Krieg Death Corps believe that their deaths, caused by gaining valuable results, can atone for the past actions of their planet by the Emperor.
Krieger's morale is always at its highest point. They hardly speak. No one knows what they look like under the military uniforms with gas masks and gray and black coats.
However, internal sources indicate that they will have a strong enthusiasm for charging to kill the enemy, leading to the existence of the political commissar of the Krieg Death Army to prevent his soldiers from charging in advance.
As a result, the Krieg Death Korps top the list of the Legions the Astra Militarum least want to see, because to see them is to prove that you are on the most hostile battlefield in the Imperium.
Since the birth of the Krieg Death Legion, they have experienced countless wars. They have killed Chaos, defeated the Greenskins and Tyranids, and even defeated the Necron. They had one of the best artillery in the world and brave warriors who dared to charge any enemy with a bayonet.
Thousands of years have passed since the battle, and no one has escaped or betrayed the empire.
The briefest joke in the Imperial world is about them: the Chaos Krieg.
"Trust, absolute trust, I even dare to hand my back to them."
"Then why don't you dare to leave your back to the Moon Wolf warriors you will teach?"
"We don't have to tell the Empire, but our warriors must know their identity. Unite all forces and start from within ourselves."
Alas, you, the mastermind, have the final say, and I messed it up.
Who is the Chapter Master? You are the biggest and you have the final say. Under normal circumstances, technical sergeants and great pharmacists will not work part-time as chapter leaders. Otherwise, what if people ask about chapter leaders? You said you were repairing the boiler in the back, how can you do that? Not to mention the pharmacist. An important operation will take several days to complete. If anything happens, you can't leave the Chapter Leader without him. Then only Yifeng can be the one.
The two veterans looked at the warrior uneasily, not knowing how much experience he had, but he was a Primaris Astartes, and his special modified organs determined that his thinking ability was much stronger than that of ordinary Astartes. You can try it.
As for the armor painting, under the strong request of the two of them, some white patterns were added to the legs and helmet of the power armor.
However, everyone's discussion afterwards was still very harmonious. For example, the shield retained the standard shield of Storm Will and all the patterns on it, and the mechanical prosthetics industry, the technical sergeant's hometown, still used their coat of arms, etc.
The two battle barges sailed in the subspace and were about to arrive at the planet Skalia, the seat of the temporary Second Council of the Pacific Star Territory.
After the discussion, the technical sergeant returned to the STC template that he had been thinking about. The great pharmacist went to check how many materials were used to transform the new recruits. Of course, Yifeng followed the old rules. See you in the cafeteria. The Angel of Dawn Chapter watched Yifeng eat theirs. They were very happy with the meal and gave it to Chef Felin directly. The bitter chef's arm muscles had obviously grown in size, and it was obvious that they would get bigger in the future.
Several important figures from the Second Council of the Provisional Pacific Star Territory were waiting at the space port early. A large number of reporters were invited by them. In their propaganda, these Astartes are an invincible army and the guardians of the human empire. , the Emperor's Angel. Everyone stayed in front of the big screen to witness the hero's triumph.
Two battle barges arrive at the spaceport. Close-up, extreme close-up. How great these battleships are, representing the invincibility of the Empire.
The representative of the Second Council of the Provisional Pacific Star Territory, Planetary Governor Otiste warmly received the three chapter "representatives" at the space port and had a harmonious conversation.
I have pity on two technical party members and a novice. It is really tiring to talk to these political veterans. I can only choose not to speak if I can.
It wasn't until the secret room conversation that everyone relaxed.
"Dear Lord Angel, what do you think we should do next?" On Otis' plump face, his mustache twitched. I really don't understand why in an era when this type of reconstructive surgery is so mature, He can still be so fat.
"We hope to reorganize into a new chapter. Since we cannot contact the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs now, should we submit an application to you first?"
"Of course, but the process does not need to be that complicated. You only need to tell us the relevant information of the new war group. We will handle it for you later. We fully support the establishment of your new war group. If necessary ,Feel free to contact us any time."
"The relevant information has been stored here." The technical sergeant took out a long storage facility, and Otis immediately handed it over to his personal servant and sent it out.
"Then you are the leader of the new battle group, Lord Yifeng."
According to Otiste's principle, the bigger, the better. If you look at this Astartes who is so big, he must be the Chapter Master.
"Uh, I'll act as your agent temporarily."
"Captain Yifeng, what an honor it is. I will have no regrets in my life to be able to meet a chapter leader."
What Otiste said was true. For ordinary people to see a chapter leader, it would be like their ancestral graves exploding. Even for a planetary governor, the chance of seeing a chapter leader is extremely rare. What's more, the chapter leader will be "canonized" by him personally.
"Mr. Otiste, at present, we are facing some minor supply problems, such as the armaments and living supplies needed by the mortal auxiliary army..."
"Here, we've got it all covered. Just tell us what you need, and we'll make sure you're satisfied." Otiste was speaking extremely arrogantly now. He's rich, he's rich.
"Mr. Otiste, thank you and the Second Council of the Provisional Pacific Star Territory for your support. Look, our new battle group has just been established and we need to select new recruits. Do you have any recommended sources of troops?"
Now it comes to Otiste's heart. He has gathered three thousand outstanding nobles and is ready. These are not just dandy nobles who only know how to eat, drink and have fun. They are truly the best education and the best people they have ever experienced. Training produces elites.
"Dear Lord Yifeng, we have summoned 3,000 outstanding young people of the right age. You have to work out the specific selection process."
"Three thousand people are a bit too few." Yifeng looked at his two battle barges. One of them has 40 recruit training devices. The other seems to have been specially modified and seems to be used as a battle group mothership. It has a recruit training device. As many as 60. To train 100 new recruits in total, the ratio of selecting from is a bit high.
Otis was overjoyed. This is not enough. Plus, I have many noble children, so I am not afraid of you asking for someone.
"Let the people in the middle nest and the lower nest also participate in the selection, and make an announcement. I will conduct the recruitment selection in a week's time in the middle of the hottest desert on the planet. Everyone can only bring clothes and a half-liter bottle of water into the desert. , for three days, I don’t care about your life or death within these three days, only those who reach the circle I drew can enter the next round of selection."
"Ah, let's let the lower nest and the middle nest..."
"What, do you think they are not loyal enough, or do you want to deprive them of their right to be loyal to the country?"
"That's not what I meant, sir, but their overall quality is..."
"I will assess this kind of thing in the subsequent assessment. You don't have to worry about it. Just issue the notice. You only need to supervise whether anyone cheats. Remember my request. Only ordinary clothes and water. You know the ordinary concept. Well, if you feel unsure, you can ask my mortal auxiliary army to help."
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The recruitment advertisement produced a huge response in the three hive cities, and everyone responded strongly to it. The status of the Astartes warriors in the Imperium of Man is unimaginable.
Nonsense, how many times can you fight in life? This is the road to heaven in one step.
What's more, how many war groups conduct official recruitment for the middle and lower nests? Either he comes in, knocks him out and robs him, or he recruits directly from the students of the aristocratic school in the nest. What is it this time? There are no school requirements anymore, as long as you meet the age requirement, isn’t this a gift from God?
From the school's official organization to the gangs and thieves in Xia Chao Lao, they all started to move, ready to try this way of changing their lives against the odds.