"Canto, you are Astarte! Don't forget what our mission is? What is our responsibility? If the Empire suffers losses due to our momentary confusion, it is our responsibility! It is the responsibility of the entire Crimson Fist! Don't let the entire battle group bear the blame because of you alone! And I can tell you that if the Eldar attacks, it will definitely attract the judges of the Alien Inquisition. Do you think those vultures will notice the sudden appearance of food? Don't notice that ship? If they keep track of it all the way...Canto, don't let the Crimson Fist become a model Fist!!"
After a moment of silence, Canto said slowly:
"Cortez, I'll ask you three questions."
"What?"
"What is Ryan's biggest threat right now?"
"Green skin."
"Do we remove this threat now?"
“Not.”
"Can we eliminate most of the greenskins on the planet in a short time with reinforcements?"
Cortez hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.
"It's very difficult, especially the Green Skin Group in the Desolate Valley. They are under the danger and are not easy to deal with. Even with the support of the Titan Legion, it's difficult to play in that terrain."
"So why should we rush to cause trouble for ourselves?"
"this..."
"Don't forget, Snaglod, the arsonist of Charlaton, is not here, and may return at any time. The longer we drag, the higher the risk. If Snaglod really leads the main force to arrive at Ryan, Cortez again, even if we can defend the planet, what are we left? If the situation develops to the worst and the Empire cannot resist Snaglod, what do you think the Empire will make?"
"You mean...Extinction Order."
"At least, the Steel Fortress will not accept the fall of Ryan and become a springboard for the Green Skin attack to cast the world. It would rather choose to destroy Ryan..."
Cortez looked at Canto and finally nodded.
"I get it, so okay, do it as you think, but I hope it's for the big picture, not your personal view of honor."
Canto did not answer, but walked past him.
"Everyone remembers that everything you see here must be strictly confidential. Without my orders, no one is allowed to be revealed!"
"yes!"
After the hard battle of Crimson Fist, there were only less than two hundred warriors left. After a long battle of siege, they regained their confidence in the battle leader. Therefore, although Canto's decision puzzled some people, they still obeyed unconditionally.
"A company stayed to stay here and notified the Mechanical Cultivator to send people and equipment as soon as possible. Many relics of the war group may still be buried underground and in ruins. In addition, there may be green skins nearby, so a basic defense system needs to be established as soon as possible."
Canto made a series of deployments at the fastest speed. Almost in the evening, a large number of wing aircraft hang various equipment to reach the fortress ruins deep in the Hell Blade Mountains. Then the Mechanical Society started a temporary generator set and set up a large number of monitoring equipment and automatic turrets. Then the construction and excavation operations began to be carried out in an orderly manner.
At this time, Canto had already taken his men away. He had no time to rest and chose to go straight to the north of the mainland.
There, the empire's attack on the last greenskin group on the main continent had already begun. The leader was Modred van Hocic, a senior political commissar of the Star Army. He deployed more than three million star army here and was about to launch an attack on the Desolate Valley. After a series of failures, the fighting spirit of the Greenskins was not extinguished. They still had a strong desire to fight and were waiting for their true boss to return.
This time, the offense and defense will change, and the greens must stick to the reinforcements.
But what everyone doesn't know is that there is a secret war on the other continent across the sea, on the Caliona continent.
When Ivan was in the Kingdom of Lirasus, he always loved the sea. His childhood grew up on the diamond-like beach in his hometown. The harbor of the Hailong clan was snuggled safely on the dazzling coastline. The new birth of the rising sun and the sun-falling oceans made his longest memories, and also included the creaking sound of barefoot on the soft beach, the gentle slap of waves, the breath of salty salt and gravel, and the thunder that exploded when a rare storm was about to sweep the coast.
But this beach belonging to humans is a different way: the rocks are steep and the sea cliffs are extremely sharp, as if they have been carefully carved on a magical blade of a magic weapon. The strong wind roars around the reef, and the sound of the raging waves slamming the shore is like the hammering of thousands of blacksmiths.
Even so, Yifan still felt that this was a very magnificent coast.
And it is only four hundred kilometers away from Black Reef City.
After several weeks of carpet-style search, relying on the pursuit and inference of the green skin activity trails near Black Reef City, the Royal Court Expeditionary Force finally found evidence of the gathering of green skins in this dangerous shoal near the sea.
There may have been a naval base hidden by humans here. Its history is quite ancient. The residents who came here, including the Crimson Fist, knew its existence. In ancient times, the local natives built warships that could penetrate the water in that hidden base, probably to fight against enemies from another continent, but after the arrival of the empire, the hostility ended and the base was forgotten and was not mentioned again.
However, Green Skin discovered it, and I have to say that this matter is a bit ironic.
So now Yifan is here to personally confirm what the hell is Green Skin doing in this place!
"Are you sure it's here?"
Along the low hills, Yifan and his party quickly swept across the jagged coast like ghosts in the night, and then stopped near a small earthen mountain.
"Yes, prince, it should be here. Green Skin built a bunker, which was hidden very well. I think it should be the entrance to the base below."
With the help of the shrubs, Yifan looked at the small Tushan. Its height is about fifty meters, which seems very ordinary. It is made up of various rocks and mud, and even trees. But you can see the clues at a closer look. Its outline is too regular, and four inclined surfaces can be seen, and some other rock cracks also emit dim light.
After retracting his gaze, Yifan turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him. There were twenty people in total, all of them, all of them, dragon knights under his command and his tribe. They were wearing spiritual bone armor decorated with jade and animal bones, equipped with pistols, long swords, spears, double swords and other weapons of personal preference, and their helmets were carved into dragon shapes.
No matter when and where, the assistance of his tribesmen always makes him feel at ease and at ease. All the wild people firmly believe in the bonds and power of blood.
"Hold on."
Let everyone stop moving, Yifan held the spear and stabbed the spear tip into the soil. Then he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and penetrated an extremely faint sensation into the out of reach darkness.