Chapter 348 Man-eating Shark: It’s bad, we can’t afford her anymore!
Tiberus looked out the observation window.
In the port area not far away, a tattered small battle barge that would fall apart in the next second was parked there, which was out of tune with the surrounding ships.
It looked so eye-catching.
More importantly, it was a ship of the Weepers, and the unlucky ones of the Weepers had a grudge against him!
Many years ago.
When the White Shark was chasing the enemy and trying to get money, it affected the Weepers, causing casualties on the other side and losing a lot of equipment and vehicles.
It was indeed wrong to accidentally hurt the fighting brothers.
But the White Shark also felt that he was wronged.
Who knew that the unlucky guys would suddenly appear, causing the enemy to run away without getting money, and also damaging a lot of equipment.
All this was due to those unlucky guys, and it was definitely not good to meet them!
In short.
That encounter caused the two poor warbands, the White Shark and the Weepers, to suffer heavy losses, and their already poor lives became even worse.
From then on.
The two warbands didn't like each other and often fought each other, but fortunately it was still within the controllable range.
"Everyone, come and take a look..."
Tiberus snorted coldly and mocked:
"Those unlucky guys are getting poorer and poorer. They squeezed into such a broken ship to support, and they are not afraid of being laughed at by others!"
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell into silence.
The think tank director fell into a long silence. He wanted to tell the warband leader:
We are now squeezed in a broken ship similar to the Weepers. How can we laugh at others?
But after thinking about it, he still held back the words.
Life is already hard enough, there is no need to hurt yourself.
Tiberus didn't care about these. Anyway, no matter how poor the white shark is, it is not as poor as the weepers.
He can laugh at those unlucky guys as much as he wants.
Who told them to cause him to lose so many things? He will remember this for a thousand years!
Zila——
The small battle barge of the Sharknado pushed the broken ship of the Lamenter away fiercely, leaving several scratches on the other ship.
The small battle barge stopped steadily and lowered the gangway with a creaking sound.
Tiberus suddenly jumped out and stepped on the ground of the port.
He just let out a breath and was in a good mood. He clapped his hands and called the other members:
"Quick, quick, boys, get off the boat, we still have to ask dear Lord Dante for supplies!"
The captain of the regiment always has special respect for the sponsor who saves the distressed.
Soon.
A large group of Sharknado warriors wearing patchwork and incompletely painted armor gathered together.
Those old antique dreadnoughts also got off the ship, and the parts all over their bodies squeaked, fearing that some parts would fall out at the next moment.
Tiberus put his hands on his waist and watched his warriors gather, looking happy.
The other Sharknado warriors were the same.
The small revenge on the weepers just now made them feel happier.
After the gathering, a group of people went to the hall in a mighty manner.
But not long after walking, the atmosphere became wrong.
"Emperor, what happened?!"
The think tank director couldn't help but exclaimed. The scene in front of him shocked the usually calm chief think tank.
"It's really a ghost!"
Tiberus also widened his eyes, looking unbelievable.
They, the carcharodon, have not been back for more than ten years. Have the Imperial Space Marines changed so much? Have they all made a fortune in silence?
Over in the hall, thousands of space marines from various regiments walked towards the port.
These space marines were wearing brand new power armor decorated with adamantium and many holy relics, and the weapons in their hands were also brand new.
The advanced paint and holy oil on these equipments shone brightly under the lights, with unique power and momentum.
It almost blinded the eyes of the carcharodon warriors.
What's more terrifying is that
More than half of these Space Marines were wearing Terminator armor, a ratio that was extremely terrifying!
Even the richest regiment in the Empire would be considered good if one-fifth of its soldiers wore Terminator armor.
In the square of the port.
Several hundred warriors of the Shark stood there alone, their worn-out armor was too different from everything around them.
Tiberus looked at the Space Marines of other regiments in front of him, and then looked at his own warriors.
His eyes were full of envy, and a little ashamed of himself.
They were like a group of poor people who suddenly broke into the aristocratic banquet, so out of place.
He took a deep breath and asked the think tank director next to him tremblingly: "What happened? When did the Empire become so rich?"
The regiment leader fell into confusion, feeling that what was happening now was beyond his imagination.
"Impossible!"
The think tank director denied the conclusion that the empire had become wealthy: "The miserable conditions we have seen along the way are enough to prove the financial situation of the empire. It is impossible to have such abundant resources..."
The think tank director tried to mobilize all his wisdom and tried to analyze everything in front of him: "Maybe this is not Baal, at least not the Baal we want to reach.
Maybe we are lost in the subspace and arrived at Baal in another period.
Baal and the empire in this period have become very wealthy, and can supply all space marines with brand new equipment, even Terminator armor!"
The think tank director manages the finances of the Shark and has an inexplicable obsession with Terminator armor.
Their entire regiment would have to search for a long time in the Outer Realm before they could possibly find technological fragments or relics that could be exchanged for Terminator armor.
He suspected that the White Screw had fallen into a time turbulence in the warp, causing the Shark to come to the Empire at a certain time in the future.
After all, there were many legends of time travel among the Space Marines.
"You mean, we came to a time when the Empire was rich in the time turbulence?"
Tiberus was shocked, and then slapped his thigh fiercely:
"Emperor, then we are right, let's contact Dante or the Empire and ask them to give the Shark more Terminator armor!"
He didn't care what period it was now, as long as he could make the Shark rich.
What's more.
It would be a good thing for the Human Empire to become rich.
At least the Space Marines could get enough equipment to resist the enemies of mankind.
"This matter is not confirmed yet, because the monitoring equipment has not detected any abnormal fluctuations. We are still in the short period after the Great Rift. Is it that the equipment is broken?"
The think tank director fiddled with the psychic equipment on his body and fell into confusion.
Just as Tiberus and the think tank director were whispering with their heads down, a slightly excited voice came: "Emperor, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Are you also coming to Baal for support?"
He looked up and found an old acquaintance.
That was the commander of the Red Wings. More than ten years ago, they had cooperated to fight against the Chaos War Gang and had a good relationship.
At this moment.
The commander of the Red Wings still had the iconic white hair, and the brand-new and luxurious Master-level Redemption Type II Terminator armor on his body made him extraordinary and more deterrent.
The two commanders stood there and compared, and the gap was directly widened.
"More than ten years ago?"
Tiberus heard the words and reacted, which means that there was no so-called time and space turbulence, and he was still in the original time and space.
He looked at the Red Wings Chapter Leader, and a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his heart. The gap between the two was not that big before.
But only ten years have passed.
The other party has led the Red Wings Chapter to rise, and he seems a little out of reach.
Not only the Red Wings Chapter, but also several other chapters he knows.
Damn, what did these guys do to make a fortune secretly without bringing the Man-eating Shark?
Tiberus forced a smile:
"Krad, when did your chapter become so rich?"
The Red Wings Chapter Leader's armor clanged on the ground, and he looked pious: "It's just a gift from the great existence, but it's a pity that you are late..."
What is late?
Tiberus frowned and didn't understand.
He tried to put on a brighter smile, hoping that the other party could bring his brother to common prosperity: "By the way, can you tell me how you guys..."
"Sorry, we have to hurry up to carry out the training mission."
The Red Wings Chapter Leader glanced at the time and was a little nervous: "Let's talk about it when we come back."
He turned back and urged the Red Wings warriors behind him:
"Boys, speed up, otherwise there will be no time to complete the mission!"
Afterwards.
The Red Wings Chapter Leader left an apologetic look and led the warriors to trot all the way to their own ship.
It seems.
The so-called mission is not an easy task.
"What are they going to do, attack the enemy's lair?"
Tiberus saw the transport vehicles behind the Red Wings and took a breath of cold air.
The ammunition on those transport vehicles was piled up like a mountain, almost overflowing the edge of the vehicle. These metal creations with huge destructive power reflected a cold light under the light.
The fragrance of holy oil can still be faintly smelled.
So much ammunition, enough for a big battle, right?
That was almost the amount of ammunition used by the entire Sharknado Regiment for several years, not to mention that there were many expensive special ammunitions.
Unless it was a siege, he would not bear to use it.
The strange scenes in front of him made the commander of the regiment messy in the wind.
It was not long after he arrived in Baal.
His cognition was shocked again and again, and the empire became something he could not understand.
Clang.
Several boxes of ammunition fell from the transport vehicle, and one box of explosive bombs spilled all over the ground.
However.
The transport vehicle continued to move forward, and the Red Wing warriors who had already walked away did not seem to notice.
Hiss~
Tiberus noticed with his sharp eyes.
The large box that spilled out was the extremely precious Flame Dome explosive bomb, which had great destructive power and was specially used to deal with enemies that conventional weapons could not defeat.
Such special ammunition, each warrior would be lucky to get a few.
He looked away with difficulty and reminded the Red Wings commander in the distance: "Brother Crade, your ammunition boxes fell on the ground!"
The Red Wings commander looked back at the ammunition scattered on the ground in the distance, and seemed a little embarrassed.
After all, they had to board the ship soon, and it would take a lot of time to go back and pick up these things.
He thought about it and shouted:
"Brother, can you help pick up the ammunition on the ground? Those ammunition are all for you!"
Tiberus's smile became more sincere: "We are all brothers, I am very happy!"
Waiting for the Red Wings to board the ship and leave in a hurry.
He quickly called the Shark warriors: "Hurry up, hurry up, what are you all standing there for, quickly collect our ammunition!"
These are large ammunition boxes.
There are about thirty boxes of boxed ammunition in a box, which contains more than 1,400 explosive bombs.
After the man-eating shark warriors collected the ammunition that fell on the ground.
Tiberos ran over to see this unexpected harvest. In addition to a box of Flame Dome bombs, there was also a box of Metal Storm bombs used to deal with multiple light units.
And three boxes of melta grenades.
These things are enough to be worth a year's production value of the man-eating shark.
"What an unexpected surprise..."
Tiberos was cheerful and ordered the soldiers to quickly carry the ammunition back to the ship.
Special reminder to ask them to move gently.
If these precious ammunition are used properly, they can often achieve better results and save the lives of more soldiers.
Peng——
suddenly.
The sound of collision came from outside the port.
"By the Emperor, our ship!"
Tiberos looked up and suddenly lost his smile.
within sight.
A luxurious battle barge that was several times larger than the Man-Eating Shark ship squeezed in, almost to the point of overturning his own ship!
The man-eating shark's dilapidated small battle barge was like a helpless little pitiful creature under the brutal pushing of the opponent.
He was quite heartbroken and glared at the battle barge that was sprayed with high-grade dark gold paint and decorated with exquisite sculptures, shining brightly in the sun.
I want to know which war group dares to treat me like this.
Look at it this way.
Tiberos became even more angry, trembling all over: "Damn it, it's the Weeper's bunch of wretches!"
The emblem of the Lamenters Chapter was spray-painted on the hull of the luxurious battle barge.
Lamenter battle barge.
The cabin was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and Tiberos' disappearing smile transferred to Malakin's face.
He found out that his small battle barge had been scratched by the shark's boat.
Just took a small revenge and went back.
now.
The Lamenter warriors became more smiley.
They all wore Terminator armor, which looked unique and imposing against the backdrop of orange paint and precious accessories.
The old melancholy is gone.
Under normal circumstances, not all Space Marines wear Terminator armor.
Because the full name of Terminator Armor is Tactical Dreadnought Armor, it is a type of power armor specially optimized to adapt to close hand-to-hand combat, with thicker armor and power.
It is often deployed on fierce battlefields with higher requirements for protection and durability, or as a mobile heavy firepower platform in open areas.
The reason why all the Wailers put on Terminator armor this time was mainly to perform training missions.
Quickly adapt to and master new armor and weapons.
This was proposed by the great savior. He ordered all war groups to take teams out to the wilderness areas to train and adapt to new armor and weapons.
Successfully destroy the radiation aberrations in the Baal system and incinerate the corpses.
This can not only purify the environment of the Baal Galaxy, but also prevent these monsters from becoming a source of Tyranid supplementary biomass.
In addition to regular cooperative operations, the war groups.
It is also necessary to conduct training on heavy armored vehicle groups and centurion squads to become familiar with and master relevant combat methods.
The war is coming.
These trainings are necessary, after all, many battle groups did not have the relevant equipment conditions before.
soon.
All war groups followed the Savior's orders and pulled out soldiers, equipment, vehicles, and large amounts of ammunition for training.
Such live-fire training is undoubtedly a luxury.
The soldiers of the Lamenters felt distressed while training, and were reluctant to waste those precious ammunition in daily training.
During this period, Lord Savior came to watch the training of the Weeper Chapter on a whim.
However.
The Weeper failed the Savior.
Wait until you go back.
The savior immediately held a meeting and invited all chapter leaders to participate.
In the meeting.
He criticized the conservative behavior of various Chapters in conserving ammunition during acclimatization training.
In particular, the Weeper Chapter was captured by the Savior and used as a model.
Serious criticism!
The Savior was heartbroken, like the Lamenters Chapter, firing single shots at the enemy, and was reluctant to throw grenades and launch grenades when facing more than two enemies.
How can this continue?
What everyone is about to face is an overwhelming swarm of Tyranids, and they must be suppressed with endless firepower!
not to mention.
The current ammunition is piled up like a mountain, enough to bomb the Baal system from the inside out for four or five rounds.
Not only that.
Spare ammunition is still on its way just in case.
In other words, there is no shortage of ammunition for Baal today. When everyone is training, just play as much as you like.
The savior immediately agreed.
Such bad habits must be changed.
If you are worried about the shortage of ammunition in the future, the Savior Territory can supply it, and you can just contact the logistics through special communication.
after.
He issued new instructions, ordering all battle groups to consume ammunition at a high intensity during training.
The same goes for equipment vehicles.
Make full use of the performance of equipment and vehicles as much as possible and understand their limit states.
And also arranged confrontation training with real people.
In short, just practice hard.
Each battle group must consume the specified amount of ammunition during the training mission before it can complete the mission.
According to the words of the savior, it is to let everyone fully feel the joy of the machine soul in the continuous firing.
How can the machine soul be happy if you are so stingy?
During the training, special personnel were arranged to observe and count the training situation. It is not just a simple consumption of ammunition, but also a level of consumption.
In this case.
All soldiers must do their best and perform at their best level.
If the task cannot be completed and not enough ammunition is consumed.
They will be criticized by name!
What's worse is.
The Weepers, Red Wings and other war groups that have been severely criticized need to consume 1.5 times the amount of ammunition in training as others.
It can be said that the intensity has been increased.
For the Weepers, it is a happy trouble.
On the one hand, they have top-level equipment and endless ammunition, but on the other hand, they want to consume these ammunition in training.
But it's not that easy!
"Too difficult..."
Malakin sighed, but soon smiled: "Fortunately, the task was completed in time, and we don't have to be named by the Savior..."
Each war group is afraid of being named by the Savior.
That is a symbol of shame. The name and emblem of the regiment will be printed on the laggard list more than ten meters high.
As for the regiments that perform well in the training mission, they will be honored on the advanced list of twenty meters high, and they will receive rewards from the Lord Savior.
The first place can also receive a special honor and have the honor to have dinner with the Savior!
It is said that the great existence will observe secretly, and after the entire training mission is completed, the best regiment leader will be given a legendary weapon!
It will undoubtedly increase the training enthusiasm of the regiments.
What a pity.
The results of the weepers are in the middle and lower levels, and there is no way to get such an honor.
Today, the task of the weepers is to conduct target shooting and throwing training, further familiarize themselves with the performance of weapons such as firearms and grenades, and skillfully use heavy firepower suppression.
Malakin led the soldiers to shoot for a day, and his hand almost never left the trigger.
The whole person was numb and his muscles were sore.
But he also felt the benefits of training. The soldiers were indeed more harmonious with the machine soul of the equipment.
Moreover, the equipment provided by the Savior is more sacred, and there are almost no jamming, misalignment, and crashes.
The more you play, the better the feel, which is much stronger than the old equipment before.
The commander can clearly perceive that the overall strength of the regiment has further increased.
Malakin pinched the sore muscles on his wrist, looking forward to the next recovery procedure.
They were tired all day.
They will soon go for the health care recovery arranged by the Savior. Not only will there be a comfortable medicinal bath, but medical personnel will also be arranged to massage the muscles to fully relieve the fatigue of the body.
It is a great enjoyment!
Suddenly.
He received a communication.
The White Shark guys blocked the exit of their battle barge gangway, and seemed to want to ask for an explanation.
Of course.
That was just a euphemism.
To be more precise, it was a hearty fight.
In the previous fights with the White Shark, the Weepers were often the losers and were beaten and screamed.
But now, everything is different.
Malakin smiled brightly and clenched his fists: "Warriors, let's go down and meet those rude guys!"
