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Foros felt himself greatly shocked. He looked at these Terminator Armors in front of him and didn't understand how they were created so quickly.
He didn't understand why there were people from the Tribunal in the Tyrone galaxy before, but now he can roughly guess that it must be because of this terrifying productivity.
"I have slightly optimized the control method of Terminator Armor, but you still have to learn how to use and adapt." Qin Mo instructed.
"It's not difficult." Foros nodded slightly confused.
The biggest problem with Terminator Armor is not its use, but whether there is a Terminator Armor in the battle group.
After marveling at the supplies he was about to receive, Foros looked at Qin Mo and asked sincerely: "What can we do for you? Are there any enemies in the galaxy now?"
"You don't need to work for me. The reason why I provide you with supplies is very simple, because I know that if there is difficulty in the Tyrone Galaxy, you will not ignore it. You can use these equipment to help more people in need." Qin Mo said righteously. .
That's what he said, but it's impossible for Qin Mo to really not need anything in return.
It's just that for kind people, giving help without asking for immediate reward is the best way to give them the greatest return.
Assuming that it is not the Lamenters but a battle group such as the Man-eating Sharks, then this method will not work. They will only say: You are smart, mortal. Then he took everything away, and before leaving he had to take away all the things that caught his eye.
This is not a calculation. Qin Mo really intends to provide long-term supplies to the Weeper Chapter, and all the Weeper Chapter has to do in return is to participate in the war when the Tyrone System needs them.
"Let's do something," Foros insisted. "We can't get these things for nothing."
Qin Mo thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "If you insist, I happen to have something that I need your help with."
"Please speak." Foros nodded.
"In Galaxy No. 2." Qin Mo snapped his fingers, and a drone flew over and projected an image.
The image shows a group of galaxies, with the Tyrone galaxy marked, and the galaxies surrounding the Tyrone galaxy labeled with numbers.
People in these galaxies didn't know what their own galaxies were called, so Qin Mo named the galaxies around Tailong with numbers.
The image zooms out to the interior of the galaxy labeled Galaxy No. 4, showing a planet.
"A plague suddenly broke out in this world. Their governor asked me for help. I need you to go to this world to deal with the plague and extract virus samples from the patients."
"I will send a regiment of troops to assist you."
After Qin Mo finished speaking, he looked at Foros, paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "As long as you help me handle this matter, the supplies I give you will not be a gift, but an exchange of equal value."
Foros recalled the armed forces he saw in the Tyrone Galaxy. He believed that such a trivial matter did not require help at all. Then there was only one reason why Qin Mo asked for his help. He just wanted him to accept the supplies with peace of mind and treat it as a transaction.
What a noble man.
Thinking of this, Foros nodded and agreed: "I will deal with this matter, but I know that this small favor is absolutely not equivalent to the supplies you give us. As long as the Tyrone Galaxy encounters difficulties in the future, the Weeper will Come immediately to support, this is a commitment that will last indefinitely until our entire chapter is destroyed."
"Don't be too pessimistic, how could I destroy you." Qin Mo said.
Foros was indeed pessimistic. He thought that he and his ten subordinates might be all the remaining members of the Weeper.
But now is not the time to complain.
Foros immediately ordered his men to put on weapons and armor, and then do what Qin Mo arranged.
Chapter 130 Evaluation is efficient
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Half an hour later.
A battleship suddenly appeared in the orbit of the second world of Galaxy 4. After the dimensional teleportation state ended, many transport planes flew out from under the battleship.
The transport plane carries the army to the planet below the orbit.
Foros and ten Astartes were sitting in the fastest transport plane.
If Qin Mo were here right now and asked Foros about his evaluation of the armed forces of the Tyrone galaxy, Foros would only say two words: efficient.
After coming out of the fortress half an hour ago, Foros discovered that a group of people had assembled in front of the fortress, and then were transferred to the orbital dock one after another, and entered the cruiser docked in the dock.
Then the cruiser prepared for twenty minutes and teleported directly into the No. 4 galaxy through unknown means.
Now everyone is flying down in the transport plane.
This is only a small-scale mission. If it is a large-scale war, the armed forces of the entire Tyrone system will be able to arrive at the combat location in a very short time, which is not inefficient.
"Captain Foros, how do you feel about this journey?" Gray, who was sitting directly opposite Foros, asked.
There was one Praetorian Guard participating in this mission, but only Gray came.
"From the moment I entered your galaxy, a journey that shocked me began." Foros replied.
This answer was expected, and Gray nodded and stopped talking.
Foros thought of something and suddenly asked: "Is it really necessary for us to participate in this mission?"
"To be honest, it's not necessary." Gray shook his head, "Because this mission is essentially an experiment, and obtaining plague samples is just one of the many benefits that this experiment can bring."
After hearing this, Foros nodded and sighed: "Your governor is a good man. Governors like him are very rare."
"It's unique," Gray said. "It's hard to find a second governor like this. He is willing to provide you with supplies and give you a little work to do to make you feel better."
"..." Foros nodded silently.
Gray said nothing.
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The transport plane fleet flew towards the back of the planet and finally landed in a canyon with very complex terrain.
This is why instead of teleporting to the surface, transporters are used.
All transport aircraft that arrived at the target location were suspended three meters above the ground, and the crew members jumped out of the cabin one after another and landed on the ground.
After Foros landed firmly, he turned around and looked around. He found that the regular troops of that regiment were all wearing power armor, just like the soldiers he had seen in other parts of the Tyrone galaxy before.
Among these soldiers, there are several very strong ones and a few short ones.
Although they were all wearing power armor, Foros still recognized them as Ogryns and Lytlings.
Soldiers of these two races are not uncommon in the Astra Militarum. They themselves are the human race evolved in special circumstances. They have the right to survive in the empire's territory, and of course they have to join the army to fight.
But it's still rare for Ogryn to wear power armor.
"Those Ogryns are just like Dauntless." Foros suddenly sighed with emotion.
"What is fearless?" Gray asked curiously. He had never heard of this term.
"A war machine piloted by the bravest and toughest of our Chapter," Foros explained.
Gray was interested in the lives and weaponry of the Astartes, but now was not the time to focus on satisfying his curiosity.
Gray found a boulder and climbed on it to observe the situation.
There is a huge settlement directly in front. From a glance, it is full of buildings made of metal plates and other debris based on the terrain.
There is a river on the left side of the settlement. This dark green river is full of corpses.
"Obviously, the army of this world did not help them, but slaughtered them." Foros was very angry, and he could see what happened here at a glance.
Obviously, in order to prevent the spread of the plague, the governor of this planet issued some extremely cruel orders.
But Gray didn't think so. He explained: "The governor of this world didn't know there was a plague on the planet before, otherwise he wouldn't have asked us for help three days ago."
Foros thought it was impossible at first, but then he thought of the working conditions of some governors he had seen, and then he felt it made sense.
"There is plague not only in this galaxy, but also in other galaxies, but it is more serious here." Gray continued.
"Why is this happening? Is it caused by evil heretical beliefs? Or is it due to other reasons?" Foros has not obtained information for a long time. He does not know why there is a plague in the nearby galaxy.
Gray didn't know either, otherwise there would be no need to bring anyone here.
"You said before that this was an experiment, what did you mean?" Foros asked.
"According to the situation reported by the Governor of this world, all the people he sent for reconnaissance are dead, so there may be a battle here. We want to experiment with the weapons and equipment of the Ogryns and Letlings." Gray said and called to the group leader behind him. Give it a try.
The leader nodded in understanding, led his adjutant to the five Ogryns who had gathered, and ordered them to march at the front as the vanguard.
"When can we fight?"
"Lute wants to make enemies for the Emperor and the Governor!"
"Then just move forward! Hurry up!"
The five Ogryns immediately rushed towards the settlement ahead.
Compared to the Ogryns, who have very low IQs, the Letlings are obviously better at understanding orders. Although they are a little timid, there is nothing to fear now that they are wearing power armor and accompanied by Astartes and Praetorian Guards.
Five Ogryns and ten Letlings marched in front, with Foros and Gray walking on the left and right, and other Astartes scattered around the other soldiers.
"You can command us all," Gray said to Foros. "This is the governor's order, and I am willing to obey it, because you have fought longer than I have lived."
Hearing this, Foros nodded in agreement.
As the team marched toward the settlement, they turned on biological scanning to detect the nearby environment.
As he got closer to the settlement, Gray found a red mark and the outline of a man appearing in his field of vision. The man was standing by the window, setting the weapon in his hand on the windowsill.
"There are enemies ahead." Gray took off his visor and placed it in front of Foros. After looking at it, Foros ordered: "Let's go in first to check the situation."
"Okay. No... why?" Gray agreed at first, then felt puzzled, "Why don't we let the Ogryns bomb the settlement?"
Foros looked at Gray seriously and immediately explained the reason: "Because there may be civilians inside, we can't bomb directly."
Sorry, brothers, I was too tired to write ten chapters overnight the day before yesterday. I got up late today and started writing late. I will post four chapters first, and I will post another chapter later, for a total of five chapters.
Chapter 131 The Combat Power of the Astartes
"Ok."
Gray nodded helplessly. He really didn't think there might be civilians in the settlement. After all, there were enemies inside. These enemies might be people who believed in heretical sects, like the Bishops of Wisdom.
Even if the people inside were not killed by the heretics, there was still a plague. How could they survive?
But since Foros thinks there are civilians inside, then maybe there are, after all, he is a Chapter Master.
"What are you good at?" asked Froese.
"I'm good at destruction." Gray replied.
"Then don't go in." Foros turned around and waved to his subordinates. The subordinates were already prepared and gathered in front of Foros to wait for his orders.
Foros made a simple plan and ordered ten of his men to rush into the settlement, find the civilians and bring them out.