Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Chapter 70 "Documents" and Journals
Calvin continued to walk forward while listening to the file in the earphone.

After listening to the first part of the warning, he thought about it and clicked on the first part after the preface.Continue to listen.

The program in the earphones converted the file into voice, and read a diary-like text in a mechanical, emotionless voice:

"Document [-]......

Time: 0704.650.M39 Imperial Calendar
The tragic offensive and defensive battle of Mandela-[-] Orbital Fortress seems to have happened yesterday, and the details of this battle are still vivid.

The hoarse roar of the comrades when they moved forward to the center seems to be still echoing in my ears. At the last moment, the old regiment leader dragged his broken leg and crawled towards the heavy logging gun at the defensive node with a cluster grenade in his arms.

"Alive! You fucking want to live! You owe us all! You have to live for us before it's over!" Looking through the back of the overwhelming red tracer bullets on the opposite side, this is what I saw the old regiment leader rang The last confession before the bomb.

His black and red face smeared with blood and gunpowder smoke is like imprinted in my brain, and I can't forget it for a moment.

When I woke up, the smell of blood in my mouth and the scent of the clean bedding in the cabin made me a little confused, but when I woke up, the clock in the cabin where I lived told me that 15 years had passed.

The half-bottle of promethium refined wine left by the table is a good thing. The scars on my body that have begun to ache tell me that the humidity regulator in the living cabin has definitely broken down recently.Well, it's time for another drink.

I forged out 5 empty lasgun batteries for it, and it was the last thing I had in stock.

What should I do if I finish drinking?I never thought that the comrades in arms are equally poor anyway, and almost all the things that can be replaced have been replaced.

gun?The gun is long gone.

Anyway, our kind of stragglers who don't even have an organization have no battles, so we can only spend our days fooling around on the navy's ships.

In the eyes of the nobles of the Ministry of Military Affairs, we are equivalent to the waste gas produced by indigestion after accidentally eating expired cheese the night before. It is about as transparent as air except for a little smell.

While I was still thinking about whether to eat tonight, or if I didn't eat tonight, then I could save a few meals of starch sticks and exchange for a bottle of wine.

A crooked and dirty figure rushed in.The Old Bailey, the head of the ship's maintenance crew who are responsible for damage control repairs inside the ship.

Speaking of his other small part-time job status, it might be more respectable on this spaceship with more than 20 permanent personnel. He is the owner of one of the few underground bars on this ship, not one of them.

Well, this old man is still my creditor, Angel's creditor or, in other words, the creditors of all the inconvenient stars.

This old guy is very stupid, for us group of big bosses in the star world who have today and no tomorrow, while he is calculating and calculating like Grandet in Gutera's novel, he actually dares to make us owe debts!
By the Emperor, we are a group of coppers who can't make up a gold coin, and he dares to make us owe debts!ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

This question has troubled me for a long time, until one time I didn’t know whether it was because I drank too much or was injured. I vaguely remember that after I asked him this question, he answered this way:
"Money is as long as it is enough. Anyway, I don't plan to disembark for the elderly. As for you, it's good to have a debt on your back. At least there is one more reason to live, right? Whenever you feel that you can't live anymore , think about it, there is an old Bailey on board, still waiting bitterly for you to come back, isn't it good?"

Of course, if I asked him after I sobered up, he would absolutely deny this.

Papa Bailey seemed to be running non-stop. He gasped for breath and shouted at me:
"Hai Lan! Hai Lan! Your business has happened! Ah bah! Your good business has arrived!" The old man's footsteps are very agile, just listen to his tone. It seems that his usual business is not only announcing good news, but also announcing worries. And ultimately...

"What the hell? Old man, can't you think about it before you speak? Is it a disaster or a happy event? Forget it, where is the happy event for me? Let me see what valuable things I have, give them all You, arrange a place for me to hide..."

When I just woke up, I didn't have so many thoughts, I just packed my things in a panic.

Apart from the "guy stuff" I have, I have nothing to lose.Right now, I can only hope that my crime is not serious, and I can come back after avoiding the limelight for a while.

By the way, what did I do?Forget it, how many times have I been drunk, how can I know which time I bumped into which noble person...

Papa Bailey finally breathed, "It's not a disaster! It's not a disaster! It's a good thing! Your regiment's resettlement order is here! Get dressed and follow me! The military commander is waiting for you in the restaurant!" "

In this way, I was brought all the way to the public restaurant, and in front of all the comrades who had arrived earlier, I met that young and heroic adult.

Presumably because of his status in the future, this lord was not impatient because of waiting. He even said to me kindly:
"Hey, is this the hero of our Mandela bloody battle? It's called...Hai Lan, right? I've been looking forward to it for a long time..."

After seeing the officer's signature black and blue uniform, I was reminded of related memories of seeing them in the past.

This group of people is almost invisible to you on the battlefield.After all, you can't expect these noble people who can work in the departments directly under the military command after joining the army to fight with us mud-legged people.

So when you occasionally see them on the battlefield, apart from the small probability of promotion and award notices, there is a high probability that they are ordered to come to enforce battlefield discipline for the defeated troops...

I trembled subconsciously, and answered this big man in the most cautious tone of my life:
"We only participated in the offensive and defensive battle of Fortress No. [-] in the outer orbit. It was the emperor's angels who took back the Forge World. Um... what is it called? Yes, the Red Scorpions. This is their credit, and We're fine!"

The big man in black and blue uniform was not offended by my rebuttal, he even patted my shirt kindly.Well, it would have been better if he hadn't wiped the military trousers twice with his retracted hand.

In short, this great man smiled and said to me: "The glory of the emperor belongs to the emperor, and the glory of mortals belongs to mortals! Your glory will have its own conclusion!"

His entire spirit seems to be proud of the content of his words, but from his condescending smile, I wonder whether the starting point of his pride is the first half or the second half of the sentence...

After rectifying his face, he took out a document from the briefcase in the hands of his entourage, opened it and glanced at us, then lowered his head and read aloud:
"I order! There is the 52nd Regiment of the Imperial Defense Force Brandon, who achieved outstanding results in the battle to recover Mandela, and is an example for his colleagues. Hereby commend: Colonel Hyland, former commander of the regiment, promoted to Major General of the Imperial Defense Force ... High Marshal Paul Lucas of the Taiping Star Field Military Affairs Department of the Imperial Defense Forces."

After reading this, the adult took out another document, opened it and continued to read:

"The appointment letter of the Ministry of the Interior of the Empire, here is the former 52nd Brandon Siege Regiment in the battle of Mandela. It has made outstanding achievements and suffered many injuries. However, the emperor is sympathetic and clearly aware of the situation. Rest the souls of the dead and comfort them The remnant army is full of chestnuts. I hereby appoint: Major General Hailan of the Imperial Defense Forces as the governor of the Taiping Star Region, the Wayne Star Area, and the SATA Section. I have lived up to you..."

I don't know when the letter of appointment has been read, and the adults in the military command seem to be busy with their duties, so they don't care about my rudeness.

He stuffed the two paper documents representing the empire's final attitude towards our regiment and the accompanying documents of passage into my hand, and left.

And I'm still stuck. It has been 15 years, has the resettlement that has been waiting for 15 years finally come like this?After the war, no one paid attention to it, and we could only shamelessly hang out on the 15 years of wandering life on the Astral Navy battle barge that carried us to the battlefield. Is this the end?
I am somewhat at a loss as to how to deal with these two late documents.Just these two pieces of paper?More than 6500 people in the whole regiment died in battle, 6344 people were killed, and I only had 156 people left. Is it because of these two pieces of paper?
I don't understand, but no one seems to care if I understand...

Imperial Calendar 0705650.M39,

To us who are still wandering, but have been settled.

Hyland. "

(End of this chapter)