Lennart Meyers naturally knew that the Grand Master of the Gray Knights was also here, and had even had a conversation with him.
"Of course, we all respect him."
"Then this matter ends here. You can still track down your target. If you need help, you can come to me. I will try my best to cooperate, but please don't cause trouble for others."
After saying that, Soshyan took Colonel Stryker and left the inquisitor's cabin, leaving only a pair of angry eyes behind him.
Not long after leaving the Inquisitor's office, Soshyan also said goodbye to Stryker, and told the other party to adjust his troops as soon as possible because the battle was about to begin.
In addition, when the Astral Knights were cleaning up the camp in the Red Sand Mountains, they discovered an ancient armory underground, which actually contained an Emperor's Baneblade. Soshyan also took advantage of the situation and gave the vehicle to Stryker himself.
The joyful Stryker returned to the military camp, and the adjutant immediately reported the relevant situation to him.
"Nothing happened in the cabin. There was a fight over supply distribution, but I intervened to stop it. The commando leader and two of his friends went to the armor warehouse and got addicted to paint thinner. One guy passed out.
, and broke his tibia."
"Didn't I ask that that thing be locked?"
"They did lock it, but...those people still know some tricks, if you know what I mean."
"Let some of them write a report and then put them into confinement."
"I'd say they've learned their lesson—"
"But I will never tolerate this kind of behavior. They have already received enough spirits rations, isn't that enough? I will never tolerate people who suck their brains out in my army."
The adjutant scratched his cheek.
"That's true, sir, but everyone was so bored, and many of them drank all their wine in the first few days."
Stryker suppressed his temper, his eyes burning with anger.
"You have to let them understand this. The Emperor gave them cigarettes and spirits for entertainment, but if they fail to live up to this sacred gift, then no one can get it again. Do you understand?"
The adjutant nodded, and they stopped at the railing, looking back at the vast troop transport cabin.
The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and sweat. Hundreds of beds were lined up in rows. Some soldiers slept, some gambled, some chatted, some prayed, and some were just in a daze.
Chaplains walked among the rows of beds, bringing comfort and blessing to soldiers in need.
"Anything else, sir?"
"I just offended someone, I think there will be trouble."
Stryker sniffed.
"I'm not sure there's any trouble, but I don't like the feeling."
"Who dares to cause trouble for us? Beat him!"
"Ha, I think so too. There shouldn't be any big troubles, but it's hard to talk about small troubles... Forget it, don't think about it, let everyone gather together, I want to say something."
Soon, everyone was summoned. Stryker was not good at long speeches, so his words were always concise and to the point that some people thought he lacked rhetoric and was too direct.
"... To be honest, some people are targeting us. In order to ensure that we can land safely and teach those heretics and traitors a lesson, I ask each of you to, from this moment on, be honest.
Stay in your own area and do not accept leave for any reason! Your supplies will continue as usual, but the distribution of alcohol will be temporarily suspended until the battle begins!"
This sentence caused some commotion, and Stryker's sharp eyes swept over the strong men.
"Quiet! Let me finish my words first, you wild dogs! From now on, I will patrol from time to time! Gambling, drinking, and contact with all contraband are prohibited! Everything will wait until we get to the ground! Understand! If any of you don't
Understand, I will educate him personally, just like a week ago."
As he spoke, he glanced at a few of the more conspicuous guys in the crowd - their common feature was that they all had bandages on their heads.
These people were the thorns among the recruits. According to Catachan's rules, Stryker had "friendly" exchanges with them on the first day they arrived, and this was how he truly won the obedience of these recruits.
"Okay, disband if you have nothing to do. If you are bored, come and train with me! The training room is open 24 hours a day! What we have to deal with next are the Chaos Space Marines. They are not comparable to the Catachan Demons. If you want
If you want to survive, then make yourself more powerful! Disband!"
After disbanding the team, Stryker returned to his cabin. He also had to take a good rest.
Just like that, after three days of calm, on the fourth day——
When Stryker was woken up by the alarm, he vaguely remembered that he had just dreamed of Attica.
For him, the fall of Attica would often escape into his dreams, but this time it was different, because this time he seemed to see with his own eyes the once lush and vibrant Death Star in his dream.
If there was enough time, he would rather continue to be immersed in dreams, but he suddenly realized that someone seemed to be knocking on the door.
Stryker could hear his lieutenant's anxious shouts.
"Sir, the battle has begun. All troops on the orbital station are ordered to land in five hours. The target is a new front three hundred kilometers away from Attica."
He put on his boots and walked out, reading the data pad and printed communicator records handed over by his adjutant.
After Stryker finished reading, he turned his head to look at the side ship. The atmosphere of the Paisha star was illuminated pink by the flames of war. Every moment, the clouds would be penetrated by bombardment cannons or more powerful energy weapons.
He was just about to ask for the non-commissioned officers from each platoon to come to a meeting when Soshyan summoned him, so he entered the conference room of the command center and ordered the adjutant to find his jacket and weapons.
In less than ten minutes, most of the senior officers of the Astra Militarum entered the command center, and several chapter leaders were also here. Soshyan, wearing a Terminator, began to distribute reports and get directly to the topic.
"In emergencies, orbital reconnaissance and frontline reconnaissance indicate that there is an army of chaos heading to the west. We must find a way to stop them."
"What is the enemy's goal?"
Soshyan glanced at Stryker who asked the question, and then said:
"We don't know yet. We only know that the general direction is the camp at the foot of Mount Olympus. Colonel, we have been monitoring the enemy's movements for several days. The enemy troops moved very suddenly and directly destroyed a Cadian hidden outpost.
, but I think that if the enemy is moving towards other strategic goals, then maybe this post just happens to be on their path. It seems that the enemy is focusing on some other goal, some goal that they want to achieve.
But we don’t know where they are fighting because our main force is not assembled there.”
When he said this, Soshyan's eyes flashed, making Stryker realize that he had asked a stupid question.