Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Your mission is to land in the Badlands of the West, set up defensive positions in your respective areas, attract the attention of the greenskins as much as possible, and buy time for the southern attack plan.

Now, any questions. "

The superior's words made all the key officers look at each other, which seemed to be not very similar to the expected script.

The vague rumors originally revealed that what greeted the Marine Corps was a brutal landing operation. The greenskin tribes who were strictly guarding the coastline tore up a front, organized defense facilities on the spot, waited for the army's support, and then coordinated the advance.

But the current task...

Landing in a deserted area, apart from the dried salt blocks on the coastline, we could only vaguely find a few exiles who were not afraid of death.

Looking for a place to camp, attracting attention, and spying on the greenskins' movements, isn't this an outpost?

Seeing that no one raised any questions, the superior officer nodded. Although there were some doubts about the order issued by the headquarters, since he received the order, the most important thing to think about was how to execute it perfectly.

Any glorious moment requires a group of people to work silently behind the scenes. No success is easy.

After making sure that all subordinates understood their respective tasks, the superior officer made the final instructions.

"Considering the magical environment of the Badlands, if the headquarters has difficulty contacting each squadron, Haimen Pass will send rangers to deliver the headquarters' information.

Now, everyone is dismissed. "

Officer Yiga, who left the Marine Corps headquarters, was a little speechless about the mission he took over. It was completely a side project.

An acquaintance invited Yiga to have a drink at the tavern on the Ark. When setting off from the New World Port, he could see with his own eyes that the Hell Sea Dragon landing ship was filled with all kinds of in-demand supplies.

By saying hello in advance, you can also "borrow" some through friendly relations when it's difficult to replenish supplies in the Badlands.

Yiga, who saw what his colleagues were thinking, did not refuse. Drinking was one thing, but borrowing supplies was another. Maybe the Hell Sea Dragon could get something from them.

The Ark is comparable in size to a land fortress and is divided into several areas. Under Assanil's orderly deployment, the outer layer is used as a military area, including all necessary facilities such as assembly camps, training grounds, stables, and guard posts.

The middle layer contains various production equipment. Except for food raw materials that are difficult to be self-sufficient, most of the processing equipment that can be seen in the kingdom can be found here.

The innermost layer is naturally the living area, with shopping malls, restaurants, pubs, etc. According to some veterans who have lived here for a long time, in some hidden corners, they secretly organized an entertainment activity that the soldiers loved - gambling. .

There are no facilities like brothels. In Asul's apparently repressive social atmosphere, the military police will not hesitate to arrest anyone who engages in the flesh trade.

Some soldiers who did not bring their families and were difficult to suppress could only wait for supplies to be docked every six months, rush to the secret places in Sartusa, and spend their accumulated military salary on women.

Walking on the street and looking at the people coming and going, Yiga felt that this was a maritime city, and most of the living area was blank. If the Ark was fully staffed, Caledo would undoubtedly gain maritime hegemony.

Imagine a mobile fortress that can stay within territorial waters for several years and poses a real threat to land. It would be a nightmare that many rulers cannot get rid of.

The officers walking side by side with him were inevitably a little surprised when they saw the crowd. After a period of adaptation, they mainly came to the tavern and smelled the familiar smell of vodka and kvass, which always made people feel at ease. The two of them didn't dare to drink more, so they asked the bartender for a three-finger-sized glass. After filling the glass with spirits, they leaned against the table and talked about their feelings.

There is not much traffic in the tavern, and soldiers on duty during the day do not have time to come and drink. If they are caught smelling a little alcohol during the mission, it is common for the small dark room to be closed for a few days.

A colleague who was about the same age as Yiga took a sip of vodka and was amazed.

"This tastes a bit interesting. I'm sure it's the work of some brewing master."

The bartender, who was always cleaning the glasses, was naturally very proud to hear the guests' praise of his own wine, and introduced the origin of this pure liquid to the officer.

“The precious liquid from Smirnoff Winery, the grains and potatoes used as raw materials for brewing are all from the southern states, and the pure taste of Kislev’s hometown.”

"Really? No wonder I feel a familiar feeling." The officer didn't think much about his distant hometown. In the oral accounts of the older generation, it was just a barren and cold land, except for the Yankees who routinely plundered it. , only Mr. Boyer, who collects taxes every week, is left.

"Speaking of which, besides liking to drink vodka, do we have a bit of Mrs. Kisli?" The officer said this coldly, surprising Iga who was savoring the taste of his hometown.

"Why would such a question be raised?"

The officer spread his hands, put down his wine glass and pointed at the silver medal on his shoulder that indicated his identity.

"You are like me. You have grown up learning the Elvish language since you were a child. You are more familiar with the deeds of the Elf gods than the Four Righteous Gods. Anyone who has passed the military academy assessment knows how hateful the Witch King is. Caledo Phoenix The king is great, but he does not know the heroic deeds of Queen Khan.”

The bartender took a few steps back consciously. If he didn't want to get into trouble, he should never ask about certain things, let alone express any opinions.

Yiga didn't care much about this matter. This was actually a widely circulated topic among people in the New World. After decades of separation, who were they?

“We still devoutly believe in Esun, and Caledor has never asked the people under his rule to change their beliefs. Compared with being ruthlessly ruled by the Tsar, at least what the Dragon Court promised to give has never been violated.

Do you want to return to Kislev and live a life where there are only a few potatoes and winter wheat in the manor in the fiefdom, and you have to exploit the people in order to live a decent life? "

This kind of prejudice made the officer mutter a few words, but he did not directly refute it. Even though the city hall has exaggerated how the Patriot Army led the motherland to glory for many years, in the eyes of people who have lived on the ground, this is just a kind of beautification and lie.

In the eyes of the younger generation, ever since the Great Dragon Prince eliminated the bloody Czarina, they have been separated from their motherland. Apart from retaining the same beliefs and some similar cultures, they have nothing to do with the frozen northern barbarians of the old world.

"Let's not mention this anymore. What are you going to do after you enter the bad land?" Yiga's words made the officer shrug, showing his helplessness.

"What else can we do? Hold the defensive position until the next order is issued. I just hope that the war in the south will end quickly. Otherwise, when the war is over, we will not even see the goblin's nose."

Obviously the officer does not think that with the nature of the greenskins, they will focus on the scattered Marines. When there are tens of thousands of people to fight against in the south, which warband or tribe will go to great lengths to gnaw at the artillery? A defensive stronghold.

The Badlands is so vast that it is impossible for the Marine Corps to have large-scale actual control over it. The Greenskins can easily reach the south as long as they avoid their position.

"I hope so. When Mr. Rex interfered with me, I felt something was wrong. It turns out that the Marine Corps is just a group of men doing odd jobs. Alas."

The officer, who felt deeply that his career was not going well, walked out of the tavern and marched to the south of the Ark after drinking a glass of wine, making final preparations for the battle. (End of chapter)