Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 603: Full Assembly, Iron Man and a Special Call
"The Redemption Crusade has achieved victory after victory. Day by day, we are taking back the dark side of the empire from the enemy bit by bit..."

The Second Solar Region, the hub planet Mattila.

A virtual projection of the savior in golden armor stands like a giant, overlooking the capital's main square.

A declaration was made to the ministers and people of the state religion who were looking up devoutly below.

His solemn voice resonated through the atmosphere.

At the same time, the Savior sent out war mobilization orders to all the empire's territories within reach, calling on more troops to join the Redemption Expedition.

To destroy the approaching chaos crisis.

The Savior's voice became increasingly serious, causing the priests and people below to hold their breath:

"Although we were surrounded by enemies, we destroyed the traitors, the aliens, and the heretics in battle after battle.

Even as I speak, the expeditionary army faces an even more powerful enemy, a heretical chaos sweeping across the stars, and our homeland is in jeopardy.

The only thing that can protect us now is our firm belief and our unyielding will to fight!"

He raised his hands, his tone becoming more intense.

"It is time to mobilize, my people, we need a massive mobilization war, a great cleansing of the stars.

Fight when the stars are burning; fight when enemies are all around; fight when humans are angry about the loss of their homeland! "

At the end of this solemn declaration, the Savior held up the Emperor's Sword and lit it, emitting a divine light:

“We will win!”

The words of the Savior were like a torch that lit a fire in the hearts of the people.

“Victory, victory, victory!”

The whole planet is calling for a savior and shouting for victory.

……

The capital's residential area, Storm Group Army's family compound.

It has a good living environment, with independent residences one after another in the thousands-story Nest City buildings.

Not only are there public green areas, but some areas even have independent small courtyards, which are rewards for brave soldiers.

On the grass of a small yard somewhere.

The small virtual projection of the Savior was fixed on the screen of the data board, maintaining the image of holding up the Emperor's Sword, which was so sacred.

"victory!"

Little York hid in his grandfather's arms and shouted like the adults.

He thought of something and asked curiously, "Grandpa, why are uncles all out?"

The old soldier named York, wearing an old military uniform and with a gray beard, looked devoutly at the figure of the savior on the data board.

He said slowly:
"They received an emergency order and went to fight for our Lord and Savior to protect our homeland."

"Then when can I be like my uncle? I want to fight too."

Little York waved his little fist.

He and his friends have always envied the adults' handsome individual combat armor, and sometimes they also learned to play games of fighting heretics and aliens from them.

It's that he is always chosen to be the bad guy.

“Aren’t you going to the kindergarten of the Army Academy next year?
Once you pass the promotion exam, enter the elite army academy, and graduate, you will be awarded armor.

Then you can join the Storm Army like your uncle did and fight our enemies."

Old York patiently explained: “That is the glory of our family. The York family has seized our current life from the hands of the aliens and heretics with their own hands.

We must never let those bad alien and heretic guys take it away from us again.

Unfortunately, I'm old, and those bastards in the Military Affairs Department don't allow old guys like us to stay any longer.

But we are no worse than those youngsters. When grandpa was fighting the alien heretics, those rookies were still in their infancy! "

As Old York spoke, his mechanical arm patted the stone table in front of him, somewhat indignantly.

A few years ago, this batch of veterans were forced to retire. Due to the fierce competition, he couldn't even compete against those old guys for the position of instructor at the army's subordinate academy.

They have long been accustomed to military life and war, but now they are forced to go home and take care of their children.

What does this sound like?

Those veterans felt that the latest regulations of the Military Affairs Department were too strict. If they followed the traditions of the Imperial Astra Militarum, it would be impossible to let the veterans go back so soon.

"Yes, Grandpa, you are the best. I heard from my uncles that Grandpa and Lord Delainin fought an Apocalypse War against those damn alien bugs.

Snap, Snap, Snap, Snap. Kill all the bugs!"

Little York danced and imitated the sound of guns firing.

The little guy's praise made Old York laugh out loud, and he picked him up and gave him a big kiss.

But he was soon stunned.

tick~
At some point, tears passed through the small virtual projection of the Savior and dripped onto the projection machine.

"Grandpa, are you unhappy?"

Little York looked up at his grandfather and asked in confusion.

"Grandpa is happy."

Old York gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He repeated it again, put Little York down, turned around and walked into the house: "Grandpa is very happy. I didn't expect that those bastards in the Military Affairs Department still remembered my old bones."

The veteran was worried but also a little excited, and his steps were even more hurried: "Hey, I didn't expect they still need me, it seems that the situation is more dangerous than I thought.

Those damned Chaos heretics!"

The logo of the Ministry of Military Affairs appeared on the data tablet on the stone table behind Old York.

It was a document urgently sent by the Military Affairs Department, with the highest alert mark attached, which often meant an apocalyptic level war, blood and death.

Old York returned to his room, took out a small wooden box and opened it. Inside was a badge of extremely fine texture that faintly reflected the light.

It looks like it is wiped frequently by its owner.

It was a badge of bravery signed by the Savior himself, awarded to warriors who had achieved outstanding achievements in battle, and this medal was even more special.

It comes from a war of apocalyptic proportions, portending supreme glory.

That is the medal of honor that the Storm Army soldiers dream of. When worn in the military area, it will attract 100% attention and earn people's awe-inspiring looks.

Of course, Old York had other medals, but none as good as this one, and just this one was enough.

"It's time..."

Old York muttered, carefully putting the medal of bravery on his chest, and then took out a ceremonial pistol.

He couldn't help but sniff the smell of gunpowder from the muzzle, and then inserted it into the gun bag at his waist.

The old soldier looked at himself in the mirror and stood at attention unconsciously.

"Grandpa, are you going to war?"

Little York ran in, looking reluctant, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The little guy learned some information from his mother and ran over to ask immediately.

"Yes, grandpa is going to the battlefield."

Old York rubbed the little guy's head and said softly: "His Majesty the Savior needs your grandfather. This is the honor of our York family."

Little York burst into tears.

He came over and hugged his grandfather's legs, saying something that he didn't know whether it came from his heart or was taught by an adult.

"Can you not go? Mom said it's not compulsory conscription. You don't have to go. I still want grandpa to continue playing with me!"

Old York squatted down, picked up the little guy, and wiped the tears from his face.

"Grandpa wants to continue to accompany you, but Grandpa can't not go."

He shook his head, pointed to a picture on the wall, and asked, "Little guy, do you know what that is?"

On the wall was a painting that looked like hell on earth. To be honest, it looked more like a photo:
The collapsed ruins were littered with corpses, twisted human bodies, and the remains of evil and abominable creatures.

Those humans died screaming in agony.

In the center of the picture, there are several skinny children with numb eyes clinging to the corpse. They seem to be looking for something.

Those were real-time photos of the war, recorded by the clerks and then selected by the Savior Propaganda Department as material for local propaganda.

Little York looked at the scary painting and immediately stopped crying and couldn't help shrinking his neck. He was scared every time he saw this painting.

Even nightmares.

But he still answered timidly: "That's what grandpa looked like when he was a child..."

Among the children in that horrific photo was old York. They were later adopted by the Ministry of Military Affairs and sent to the Army Elite Academy under Zhongsi Academy.

Then he was fortunate enough to become a member of the first Storm Combat Armored Forces, and was active on battlefields all over the stars until his retirement.

Old York never forgot the sufferings of his childhood, nor did he dare to forget them.

He has experienced it all personally and knows how hard-earned and fragile life is today.

Old York looked into Little York's eyes with a touch of kindness:
“Grandpa went to fight so that you wouldn’t have to go through what he went through.

There is no need to endure the killing and hunger that may happen at any time. Hunger is really unbearable, like a fire burning in the stomach.

You are not allowed to cry anymore, okay?
There is no point in crying. You have to be a man and protect what you want to protect with your own hands.

Maybe you don’t understand it now, but you will understand it later…”

Old York serves as a member of the Savior's mortal army.

Unlike the Imperial Astra Militarum, he was allowed to learn more knowledge and know more secrets.

Like many other warriors, he knew the situation the empire was facing, what kind of enemy he was fighting against, and why he was fighting.

This not only gives the army a higher fighting spirit, but also subtly influences more people.

Let those peaceful planets in the rear remain vigilant against war and disaster.

It won’t be like some peaceful planets of some empires that have lost their vigilance.

In fact, after the war mobilization order came, Old York and other old friends immediately sent applications for re-enlistment to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Because the Ministry of Military Affairs once promised that they would recall these veterans when necessary.

However, the applications of these veterans were rejected on the grounds that the Ministry of Military Affairs was still discussing the necessity of expanding the conscription and whether it should involve those former veterans.

Even though they are a powerful force.

Now that the crisis has escalated further, the Ministry of Military Affairs has finally approved the document for conscripting veterans.

But it is not mandatory, it just opens an application channel to give veterans who are willing to return to the battlefield a chance.

It also gives more rewards and corresponding pensions to these brave veterans who are willing to return to the battlefield.

"Now Grandpa is going to the battlefield to kick the eggs of those Chaos Heretics to pieces, just like what you saw in the Savior's Cathedral on Sunday!"

Old York gave Little York a big kiss, then handed the little guy over to his mother and said softly:
"Take good care of this little guy."

After that, the old soldier left without looking back, even though the little guy behind him started crying again and looked at this side reluctantly with his mother.

Old York knew that he might not be able to come back.

But he had no regrets, as he had gained so much, including a family, children and glory.

I have to protect it all again.

This is what Old York has always wanted to do, and it is also the ending that an old soldier hopes for.

That is to fight the heretics and aliens in an honorable way and bring about the end.

He didn't want to die in a nursing home bed like some poor old guy.

That's so embarrassing.

When my soul returns to the throne, I will not be able to face my former comrades.

Old York pushed open the iron gate of the yard and walked towards the street outside on the cobblestone path.

"Old man, you're out too. Can you still move your hands and feet? Those Chaos dregs are not vegetarians."

At this time, a hearty laugh was heard. It was from another veteran, Old York's comrade-in-arms.

"Hey, since you're here, how can I not come?"

Old York also smiled, went over and hugged his comrade tightly, and the angular muscles of both of them suddenly tensed.

They are competing.

Even after retirement, these veterans never stopped exercising.

Then they laughed and walked out together. More and more doors were pushed open, and the veterans, all wearing medals, began to gather on the streets.

Bustling.

These gray-haired veterans all chose to return to the battlefield.

"What a familiar scene. I never thought that a bunch of old bones like us would see such a day."

Old York felt relaxed all over, and a surge of blood rushed to his heart, as if he was young again.

At the end of the street, on the troop transport platform, was parked a ship of the Military Affairs Department.

"It won't be that easy this time. I heard that those bastards in the Military Affairs Department have activated some Iron Man Age gadgets and the latest tactical model.

We have to adapt quickly. It would be embarrassing if we lose to those young guys."

A one-eyed veteran said.

"Then wouldn't it be better for us to have more powerful firepower to knock the balls out of those Chaos Demons?"

Old York wasn't worried at all.

He believed that his decades of persistent training and experience made him no worse than anyone else.

These veterans who have experienced many wars are more eager for firepower and advanced equipment.

Because in this way, they can rely on auxiliary facilities and a sense of war to achieve greater destructive power.

Afterwards, Old York and other veterans boarded the ship.

They will head to the fortress platform in orbit to begin further armament and adaptability training.

Everyone must complete training within three days and then set off.

……

Bastion Platform.

Individual combat armor arsenal.

The machinery roared, and a latest model of individual combat armor descended. The armored body was about two and a half meters tall and glowed with a dark golden light.

It looks quite intimidating.

"Old friend, finally see you again."

Old York raised his hand and touched the mottled unit logo and number on the chest of the armor. It was his individual combat armor.

Of course, this is a brand new armor, but the special logos, medals and numbers on it all belong to him.

The Military Affairs Department took it out from the sealed numbering room and reassembled it on the armor.

Accompanied by the friction sound of the mechanical arm's gears, Old York was equipped with the latest armor with the assistance of machinery and felt its powerful power.

The power that can be unleashed by today's individual combat armor is almost one-third of that of the Space Marine power armor.

Of course, it's not just individual combat armor that's being improved, but also power armor.

Are becoming more powerful.

Soon after.

bang bang bang-

The metal storm swept through the targets on the training ground at an extremely terrifying speed, destroying more than a dozen moving targets within seconds.

In the end, the training ground got a high score of 97.6% destruction.

That is also an extremely excellent score in the entire army.

"Boy, my old bones are still good, right?"

Old York patted the shoulder of the young combat armored squad soldier next to him and laughed out loud.

If he were younger, he would have gotten even higher scores.

Of course, this does not mean that his fighting ability has decreased. Now he can fight more freely and may have greater explosive power.

This is the significance of the Ministry of Military Affairs recalling the veterans.

This is a group of warriors who are more fearless and ready to die, and who are able to lead the army into more brutal siege wars.

According to statistics, the number of recalled veterans in the entire Storm Army is tens of millions.

There are more than one million people like Old York who can use individual combat armor.

These veterans will cooperate with the latest war weapons to unleash terrible destructive power on the battlefield.

……

months ago.

A planet affiliated with the forging world, weapons warehouse area.

There are almost no mountains on this planet, only metal warehouses and towering sacred towers that stretch to the end of the horizon.

Today, transport ship after transport ship comes to the warehouse to load cargo, and then leaves with full loads of destructive weapons and ammunition.

The transports nearly blocked out the star's light.

"God bless you, we can finally release these equipments. Our warehouse has been overwhelmed for a long time!"

The warehouse manager seemed relieved.

He hadn't seen the warehouse so empty in a long time, which greatly reduced the storage pressure on the planet.

Otherwise, the extra weight of materials on the planet alone would be enough to affect the normal orbital operation of the planet, leading to danger.

"Forge World No. 5 will soon deliver 20 million individual combat armors. You must complete the transportation procedures as quickly as possible.

They must be delivered to the designated area within half a month.”

A mechanical sage said.

He was also a little excited.

Due to the issuance of the war mobilization order, those idiots in the Ministry of the Interior finally approved new resources, allowing the No. 5 Forge World to release all its production capacity.

In the past, the production capacity of the No. 30 Casting World had been compressed to %, which was unbearably inefficient. Even the soul of the mechanical clock was sluggish.

Following the Savior's war mobilization order, the entire empire burst into astonishing efficiency.

The war machine roared into action.

"Goddess of Machinery, you have stored these war machines forged with Iron Man technology very well. They have passed inspection and can be sent to the battlefield."

The Mechanical Sage finished the scan and said rather fanatically.

In front of him was a special metal storage building several kilometers high, on which were densely packed abominable machines that glowed with holy oil and metallic luster.

There are more storage facilities like this
That was... a storm of destruction!

(End of this chapter)