Chapter 811: Commander, the Headquarters Is Ready

The sound of digging continued from the mining field next door. Under the order of the Mechanic Priest, the Servants equipped with crushing drills were continuously sending the soil and rocks from the planet 0-B1 to the processing plant for grinding and pressing.

This planet had no knowledge, only useless stones and stupid Servants. Being sent here was tantamount to exile for the Mechanic Priest.

Bricks that had not yet cooled slid out of the furnace one after another and were neatly stacked on the rammed ground.

Torwins, the legion commander of the Volskani Iron Cavalry, looked up and watched the Mechanicus' cargo ship suck all the million tons of bricks into the cargo hold and turn around to leave.

These bricks went to the place where they were most needed, the Forge World of Agrippina. But the Volskani Iron Cavalry had to waste half a month on this barren planet.

What was to blame? Blame the battleship engine for not being powerful?

Tovens dared not say this. Although the Voskani Cavalry had made great achievements in the war, they could not speak out in front of the Mechanicus. He did not want to be targeted by the Mechanicus assassins because of his speech.

He was just a legion commander. There were many people waiting to take over Tovens' position.

Tovens looked at the shadow of the sky ship and felt sorry that the Voskani Cavalry could not catch up with the military parade and welcome ceremony organized by the Cadia Supreme Command in time.

Fortunately, the Cadia Supreme Command also sent an observation group to conduct friendly exchanges. Although the scale was not large, the importance shown in it still made Tovens quite relieved.

Command Post No. 1 was a bunker that was excavated and supported by prefabricated steel plates. The surface was covered with half a meter thick reddish-brown soil. From a high altitude, this command post was no different from the surrounding wasteland.

Tovens got off the Chimera. His vehicle was originally an Emperor Poison Blade tank, and the red armored shell was covered with golden rivets.

He liked the unstoppable feeling of the Emperor's poison blade that crushed everything. Nothing could be safe in front of the Emperor's poison blade when eleven guns fired at the same time.

But now he could only rely on the small and uncomfortable Chimera to shuttle between the various regimental headquarters of the legion. Because the mechanical priests detained all their heavy tanks on the warships for various reasons.

The mechanical priests of the Agrippina Forge World said arrogantly and rudely: Your warships are all unhappy with the machine souls, how can the tanks be okay? As soon as I walked into the warehouse, I heard the machine souls wailing. I knew that you meat buns and the engineers who were exiled to the army could not serve the machine souls well.

They really deserved a beating. The engineers with the best tempers in the Volskani Iron Cavalry Regiment shouted that they would crush their heads with hydraulic pliers.

Putting aside the issue of politeness, Tovens could understand their approach. It would take a lot of manpower and material resources to transport all the heavy tanks of the Iron Cavalry Regiment down. The loss of fuel alone could make the quartermaster think of hanging himself many times.

But he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the Mechanicus. The power these gear heads had was too great. Torvens even felt that the presence of the Terran High Lords Council was not as intimidating as the four words "Mars Order".

"Leader! The headquarters has been arranged!" An adjutant trotted to greet Torvens. He had a power sword passed down from his family hanging on his waist, and the hilt was inlaid with a ruby ​​the size of an eyeball.

Torvens pushed his coat directly into the arms of the adjutant and strode deep into the headquarters. His guards also quickly dispersed as usual and guarded the defense point of the headquarters.

The adjutant, whose face was covered with the coat, was not angry. He quickly put the coat on his arm and followed Torvens closely.

The interior of the No. 1 command post was very clean. The prefabricated steel plates were tightly connected together, and the mud covering them could not spill a single drop.

The flag of the Voskani Iron Cavalry Regiment was hung on the wall, and an assembled mahogany table was covered with neatly arranged documents and crystal paperweights of different sizes.

Apart from the military documents, the rest of the command post was all Tovens's personal property. He was not only the commander of the Volskani Iron Cavalry, but also one of the few great nobles among the Volskani people.

The earliest nobles of the Volskani people were military nobles. Every great family that could be passed down meant that their ancestors had almost legendary achievements.

The military nobles monopolized all important areas on the planet Volskani. With abundant supplies as support, the nobles could provide better training and equipment for their offspring.

When the civilians on the planet Volskani were still worried about tomorrow's bread, the offspring of the nobles needed to consider a balanced diet to ensure better physical development.

The first strong created a strong family, and the strong family produced elite warriors. These warriors served in the Volskani Legion, promoted in battle after battle, and sought more benefits for the family.

After more than a hundred years of development and training, the legion has perfect divisions of generals, non-commissioned officers, and soldiers according to their abilities and classes. Tovens became the commander of the corps not only because of his outstanding ability, but also because his grandfather was the previous commander of the Voskani Corps, and even his adjutant was the same. Class thinking is deeply rooted. As long as the superior's behavior does not violate the highest military regulations of Voskani, the subordinates must obey the orders of their superiors unconditionally.

Tovens sat in a chair with a soft backrest, and he found that there was no cup of coffee waiting for him on his table.

Tovens' face was calm, but the words he said were like a servant, "Where's my coffee? You stupid guy."

"I'm sorry!" The adjutant suddenly realized that he had made a mistake in his work. He immediately hung the regiment commander's coat on the clothes hook on the wall, and then walked to make coffee.

Tovins swallowed a sip of saliva to relieve the dryness of his throat, and then he picked up a document and browsed it carefully, which stated the personnel losses of their legion while sailing in subspace.

Thirty-four hundred crazy, physically deformed hapless souls were shot and then quickly disposed of with flamethrowers.

Tovins hadn't been watching for a few minutes when the adjutant walked in with a cup of fragrant coffee.

After taking a sip, after enduring the bitterness, there was a sweetness that could be savored for a long time, which made Tovins feel much better.

"Although you are only a native of Davao, the gap between you and me is as high as a mountain and as deep as an ocean. But your grandfather served my grandfather, and our two families still have some friendship. Although I can tolerate some of your It's a small mistake, but you'd better not use your mistakes to test my bottom line." Tovins put down the cup and reminded the adjutant, "Be careful next time, understand? I don't think you want to lose your position as the adjutant of the regiment commander to the family. Shame on you?"

"Yes! Legion Commander!"