Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 67 Creed's Bizarre Adventure
Creed, who said his name, was not asked about other things, and he was immediately put on a backpack-like thing.

When Creed was about to ask what this thing was for, his body was wrapped in a barrier, and his whole body was teleported to the bottom hive of the hive capital in an instant.

Not far away is a fortress.

Creed took a rough look and found that there were at least a thousand people guarding the fort here, and these people had one thing in common with the people outside, that is, they were all wearing power armor.

Looking at these loose soldiers in power armor, Creed thought that if I give these power armor to my soldiers, they can penetrate the enemy's defensive positions within 10 minutes.

"What are you doing?" Creed walked forward and reprimanded a group of soldiers who were playing cards: "Are you a group of civilians or a group of soldiers? Do you remember what your duties are? You group of damned 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 someone beside Qin Mo.

"Go away. Cheap cannon fodder in a cardboard shell is not qualified to talk to us." A soldier looked up and cursed, and then continued to play cards.

Creed really wanted to rush forward and knock down this cheap soldier, but considering that he was not teaching the white shield recruits in Cadia now, he held back.

"Usaka, E, Creed."

Creed heard someone calling his name, he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw a young man.

When the young man came, the soldiers who had been sloppy just now stood up and saluted.

"Qin Mo." Qin Mo stopped in front of Creed, "You don't need to introduce yourself, I learned your name from my subordinates."

Out of respect for Creed, he immediately gave the Skyhawk salute. In fact, he didn't need to do this at all. The Star Militia Army and the Planetary Defense Force are not at the same level at all.

But after all, there is something to ask for...

Qin Mo looked at Creed, and found that he was no different from Creed, the Lord of the High Castle of Cadia in the future, except that he did not have a cigar in his mouth.

A youthful version of the High Lord.

Qin Mo never dreamed that this person would crash into the next 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.

Hearing this question, Creed glanced at the soldiers wearing power armor, then shook his head: "You are just as loose as most of the planetary defense forces. Compared with you, the troops at the top of the tower are more like rebels."

"The insight of a strategist." Qin Mo nodded, "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Creed immediately told all about his experience and purpose.

From the beginning when a few people from the Eighth Regiment were temporarily arranged to fight in a star system that didn’t shit, when it came to the destruction of the battleship, the local governor only arranged for a rogue trader to take them home, and encountered a subspace storm on the way, so they had to come down to seek help.

"I have a communicator here." Qin Mo took out the communicator and stuffed it in Creed's hand, "You should contact your superiors now and tell them that the situation on Tailong No. [-] is unknown. Anyway, Tailong No. [-] is full of rebels."

But Creed was indifferent. He didn't fully believe what Qin Mo said, and he didn't think his comrades would be in danger. Even if there were enemies on the planet, it didn't matter, they would successfully evacuate.

"We don't have the ability to repair the ship for the time being. It will take at least five or six days." Qin Mo calculated that the orbital dock would be completed in less than a week.

After all, almost all the logistics machinery has been transferred, and those super-large material printing facilities that have been manufactured will also participate in printing other printing facilities, which is too much to say in a week.

"Thank you. We will remember your generosity," Creed said.

"I can help you repair the ship, or provide you with shelter, but you have to do one thing for me." Qin Mo said, looking at his soldiers.

These people stand sparsely, which has the beauty of the Planetary Defense Force.

At this moment, Creed probably understood what Qin Mo wanted, and that was to help him train the soldiers.

"I need you to help me formulate military regulations, training regulations, and everything else from scratch. I don't ask you to turn them into Cadian Assault Army-level elites, but at least you have to work hard in this direction and let them transform." Qin Mo said.

It is not a matter of a day or two for the soldiers to lose military discipline. Even Albert, the head of the 31st regiment, was caught going out in the middle of the night to let the wind go.

Qin Mo once thought about reorganizing his soldiers, but then he chose to give up.

Because he has too many things to study, and Gray used to be one of the leading soldiers, and Klein was the one with advanced military education, but this guy used to be "enlightened" and caused many soldiers to sharpen their heads and squeeze into his regiment.

Fortunately, these soldiers were still able to fight in teleportation assault tactics, at least there were no escapes, it was just that the military discipline was lax.

"I need to report to my chief." Creed did not immediately agree.

And in his heart, he even thought that the person in front of him might not have the ability to repair ships, and repairing ships was not the same thing as building power armor.

Furthermore... Other worlds may not be full of rebels like Qin Mo said.

In Creed's eyes, life is like fighting a war. Without sufficient military intelligence, it is impossible to formulate the most suitable tactics.

"Okay." Qin Mo nodded.

Creed wanted to say something more, but was immediately teleported out of the bottom nest.

When he returned to the transport plane, he found that his men were confronting Qin Mo's men.

This is normal. It is hard for any soldier to see his chief disappear before his eyes without wondering if something unfortunate happened to him.

"Where have you been?" asked the soldier.

"I just experienced a wonderful adventure." Creed sighed with emotion, and walked towards the transport plane, and his subordinates also followed in three steps.

After everyone boarded the transport plane, the pilot controlled the transport plane to take off, leaving Tyrone's lair and returning to the merchant ship.

Creed reported his experience on Tyrone [-] to his superiors.

He explained the benefits he saw, as well as the disadvantages he saw, including but not limited to seeing that Qin Mo's subordinates were all wearing power armor and using strange teleportation technology, and this teleportation technology was probably not reviewed by the empire.

"These situations are indeed very suspicious." The officer suddenly felt helpless, "But we can only go to the nest and go to the nest."

"Why?" Creed asked.

"Because our people were attacked on Tyrone [-] and [-], compared to Tyrone [-], the situation on Tyrone [-] is more severe and... depraved." The officer replied.

"Okay." Creed nodded helplessly.

(End of this chapter)