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Not far away is a fortress.
Creed took a cursory look and found that there were at least a thousand people guarding the fortress here, and these people had one thing in common with the people outside, that is, they were all wearing power armor.
Looking at these sloppy soldiers wearing power armor, Creed thought to himself, if I give these power armors to my soldiers, they can penetrate the enemy's defensive positions in twenty minutes.
"What are you doing?" Creed walked forward and scolded a group of soldiers who were playing cards: "Are you a group of civilians or a group of soldiers? Do you still remember what your duties are? You damn pigs."
Hearing Creed's reprimand, these soldiers were frightened at first, and then realized that Creed was not wearing power armor at all, and he was not the person around Qin Mo.
"Go away. Cheap cannon fodder in a paper shell has no right to talk to us." A soldier raised his head and cursed, then continued playing cards.
Creed wanted to rush forward and knock down this mean-mouthed soldier, but considering that he was not in Cadia to teach the new White Shield recruits, he held back.
"Usaka, E. Creed."
Creed heard someone calling his name. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man.
When the young man came, the soldiers who were still very casual immediately stood up and saluted.
"Qin Mo." Qin Mo walked to Creed and stopped, "You don't need to introduce yourself. I learned your name from my subordinates."
Creed immediately performed the Aquila salute out of respect. In fact, he didn't have to do this. The Astra Militarum and the Planetary Defense Force were not at the same level at all.
But after all, I have something to ask for...
Qin Mo looked at Creed and found that except for the fact that he didn't have a cigar in his mouth, he was no different from Creed, the supreme castle lord of Cadia in later generations.
A youthful version of the Supreme Castle Lord.
Qin Mo never dreamed that this person would crash into the lower nest in a transport plane.
"Why don't you go to the top of the tower? Aren't you afraid that we are rebels?" Qin Mo asked.
Upon hearing this question, Creed glanced at the soldiers in power armor, and then shook his head: "You are just like most of the Planetary Defense Forces. Compared to you, the troops at the top of the tower are more like rebels."
"The insight of a strategist." Qin Mo nodded, "Tell me what you are here to do."
Creed then told all his experiences and purposes.
From the moment a few members of the Eighth Regiment were temporarily assigned to fight in a barren galaxy, when the battleship was destroyed, the local governor only arranged for a Rogue Trader to take them home. On the way, they encountered a subspace storm and had to come down to seek help. help.
"I have a communicator here." Qin Mo took out the communicator and stuffed it into Creed's hand. "You should contact your superiors now and tell them that the situation on Tailong 3 is unclear. Anyway, all the people on Tailong 2 are rebels."
But Creed was indifferent. He didn't completely believe what Qin Mo said, and he didn't think his comrades would be in danger. Even if the planet was full of enemies, it didn't matter, they would evacuate successfully.
"We don't have the ability to repair the ship for the time being, at least in five or six days." Qin Mo calculated that the orbital dock will be completed in less than a week.
After all, almost all the logistics machinery has been transferred, and the ultra-large material printing facilities that have been manufactured will also be involved in printing other printing facilities. This is too much to say in a week.
"Thank you. We will remember your generosity," Creed said.
"I can help you repair your ship, and I can also provide you with shelter, but you have to do one thing for me." Qin Mo said and looked at his soldiers.
These people stood sparsely, giving them the beauty of a Planetary Defense Force.
At this time, Creed probably understood what Qin Mo's request was, which was to help him train his soldiers.
"I need you to help me formulate military regulations, training regulations, and everything else from scratch. I don't ask you to make them elites at the level of the Cadian Assault Army, but you must at least work hard in this direction. If you can Just let them transform." Qin Mo said.
The soldiers' lack of military discipline was not something that happened in a day or two. Even the leader of the 31st regiment, Albert, was caught when he went out for a walk in the middle of the night.
Qin Mo once thought about reorganizing his soldiers, but later he chose to give up.
Because he has too many things to study, and Gray was once a top soldier, and the one with a high military education was Klein, but this guy once had many soldiers sharpen their heads and join his regiment because of his "enlightenment" squeeze.
Fortunately, these soldiers were still able to fight in teleportation assault tactics. At least they did not escape before the battle. It was just a lack of military discipline.
"I need to report to my superior." Creed did not agree immediately.
In his mind, he even thought that the person in front of him might not have the ability to repair a ship. Repairing a ship and building a power armor were not the same thing.
Furthermore... other worlds may not be as full of rebels as Qin Mo said.
In Creed's eyes, life is like a war. Without sufficient military intelligence, the most appropriate tactics cannot be formulated.
"Okay." Qin Mo nodded.
Creed wanted to say something more, but was immediately teleported out of the nest.
When he returned to the transport plane, he found that his people were confronting Qin Mo's people.
This is normal. When any soldier sees his commander suddenly disappearing in front of his eyes, it is difficult not to wonder if something unfortunate has happened to him.
"Where have you been?" asked the soldier.
"I just experienced a wonderful adventure." Creed sighed and walked towards the transport plane, and his men turned around to follow.
After everyone got on the transport plane, the pilot controlled the transport plane to take off, leaving Tyron's nest and returning to the merchant ship.
Creed reported his experience on Tyrone One to his superiors.
He explained the advantages he saw and the disadvantages he saw, including but not limited to the fact that he saw all of Qin Mo's men wearing power armor and using strange teleportation technology, which was very Possibly uncensored by the Empire.
"These situations are indeed very suspicious." The officer suddenly felt helpless, "But we can only go to the nest capital to nest."
"Why?" Creed asked.
"Because our people were attacked on both Tyrone 2 and 3. Compared to Tyrone 2, the situation on Tyrone 3 was more severe and... degenerate." the officer replied.
"Okay." Creed nodded helplessly.
Chapter 68 Due diligence
After some discussion, these Cadians chose to go to the nest of Tyrone No. 1, while the captain of the merchant ship left his ship in orbit on the dark side of the planet, and then took the transport plane down with them to prepare to collect points. Great stuff to buy and sell.
Everyone, like Creed yesterday, flew in through the gap the transport plane had made in the wall, was stopped by soldiers, put on teleportation protection devices, and then was transported to the new Kato in the bottom nest.
Creed thought that some young leader would come to greet them yesterday, but it was only a person he had not seen yet.
The visitor immediately introduced himself: "Gray. There is no need to mention your names. I know them all. The legion commander just explained them to me."
"Follow me." Gray led everyone towards the residential area in the city center.
No one, including Creed, expected that the city in this bottom nest was actually quite clean and tidy, with two words standing out in all matters: order.
Except that the natural environment is really not comparable to the nest, everything else is pretty good.
Not far away, a drone flew over, its heavy explosive arrow aimed at everyone.
Creed and others instinctively reacted to prepare for battle, but the drone only scanned for a moment, and then put away its heavy bolts to scan the residents of the local city.
The surveillance-like mission carried out by this drone was completely necessary in Creed's opinion. He knew what the bottom nest was like. In addition to various mutant monsters, there was also a mixture of good and bad.
But it's hard to say how the drone scanned, whether it was controlled by someone or whether it had hateful intelligence integrated into it.
Creed's superiors winked at him, signaling him to ignore these minor details and focus on the main goal.
"The legion commander has allocated a room for you. You can use fresh water at will, and food will be delivered to you by logistics machinery."
"No matter where you are, as long as you come across a logistics machine and it detects that your stomach is empty, it will give you a meal."
Gray said as he walked.
At this time, a logistics machine flew from the sky and landed on the ground, blocking everyone's way.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, what the hell is this?" Creed stared at the logistics machinery.
A smooth black ball, surrounded by claws and cable-like arms, it looked like an insect monster he had slaughtered on a certain imperial world.
This weird thing made Creed and his comrades feel uncomfortable and suspicious, but after their eyes moved up, the discomfort and suspicion disappeared instantly.
Because they saw an imperial double-headed eagle logo stuck on the logistics machinery.
Only Gray knew that the double-headed eagle on the logistics machinery was a current one and did not originally exist.
"Database entry completed." The logistics machinery made a cold electronic sound, and the anti-gravity engine pushed it to fly to the next place it should go.
Creed continued to follow Gray and came to a building in the city center, then took the elevator to the top floor.
Creed's comrades include both men and women, but they do not require men and women to be separated, but live together very naturally.
Gray's mission ends here.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Creed suddenly asked: "Soldier, except for the extra shoulder cannon, what is the difference between your power armor and other people's power armor? Is it stronger than theirs?"
"This is the power armor handmade by the legion commander. It cannot be compared to mass-produced equipment." Gray said.
"Is he a craftsman? Why is his handmade power armor so strong?" Creed asked again.
Gray didn't answer this time, turned around and left silently.
Creed thought everything here was strange, but he didn't show it. He silently took out his quill and started writing a plan to train the army here.
"Don't take it too seriously, you really want to turn them into the Astra Militarum." The superior came over and said to Creed.
"I have to pay attention." Creed raised his head, "because the disorganized army here makes me feel uncomfortable."
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In the next few days, Reed made plans, and then occasionally went to the military camp in the bottom nest to inspect and look for opportunities to get to know each other with the officers.
Creed even received an ordinary piece of power armor.
Most officers at the regimental commander level are not willing to see Creed. They have heard of the reputation of the Cadians, but they do not think that Creed's training will be of any benefit to their soldiers, because the armies of both sides have their own differences. The fighting styles are all different.
Only when Creed came to the 47th Regiment did he meet his first regimental-level officer in these days, Klein.
"With all due respect, your troops are very disorganized and poorly disciplined." Creed, wearing power armor, said bluntly while walking in the military camp.
"The 47th Regiment is no longer responsible for fighting. I also serve as a staff officer, so I have to admit that they are indeed a little loose. Both the soldiers and I made mistakes. The 47th Regiment is now responsible for guarding the fortress where the regiment commander is. I think It doesn’t require a lot of discipline at the moment,” Klein said.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, how can an army like yours protect him? How dare he let you stay?" Creed couldn't believe it.
Klein raised his eyebrows and recalled, then said, "He actually didn't need anyone to protect him. He is stronger than us combined."
Creed wanted to say this was impossible, but his attention was suddenly caught by a soldier.
The soldier lowered his head to avoid it, but Creed walked directly in front of him, forcing the soldier to look directly at him.
"Good morning, sirs." The soldier saluted.
"Didn't you say before that cannon fodder wearing a broken cardboard shell is not qualified to talk to you?" Creed asked with a smile.
The soldier in front of me was the one who was mean-mouthed yesterday.
"Sorry, sir." The soldier shook his head, suddenly looked at Creed's power armor again, and smiled: "But you have taken off the paper shell now, so you are qualified to talk to me."