Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 964, page 08.963: 'Secret Order for Thorough Investigation'

Horatio watched coldly as the panicked and disheveled Cintira nobles slunk away with their tails between their legs under the old admiral's imposing presence.

He was well aware that he had just nearly killed a Star Force major general.

That's right, a major general in the Astral Army.

But he wasn't worried at all that this person could file a complaint against him.

According to the Imperial Navy's disciplinary regulations, only the Starfield Naval Command and the command of its subordinate fleets have the authority to discipline a captain.

In short, unless he committed treason or harmed the interests of the Calicsis Brothers' fleet, the Calicsis Admiralty had no right to punish him.

The military supervisors of the Ministry of Military Affairs would not restrain the "violent behavior" of the captain of a ship. On most warships, brutal corporal punishment and iron-fisted violence were commonplace, and the captain held the power of life and death over almost all the crew members except for the military supervisors, just like a king.

So what if we hit a rear admiral in the Astral Army? It's not like we hit a rear admiral in the Imperial Navy!

If this guy wants to file a complaint, he'll have to travel all the way to the Navy Headquarters in the Misty Starfield, or even further to the Gothic Fleet Command to file a complaint against himself.

Ironically, without the escort of Imperial Navy starships, Dumoulier, whom he had beaten so badly, would never have been able to travel alive across almost the entire Misty Starfield to the Gothic Sector to file a complaint against him.

Even if he did arrive, Horatio would not be afraid at all.

First of all, he was already being lenient by not beating the person to the point of paralysis.

Secondly, as the Supreme Lord Colonel of the Imperial Navy, he has the right to represent the will of the Imperial Navy.

He beat the guy up, which was also on behalf of the Imperial Navy to punish those who disregarded and harmed the lives of naval officers and soldiers.

At the Navy's high-level military court, the hot-tempered Admiral Hood and Rear Admiral Perug would probably only angrily question him about why they hadn't completely smashed his mouth, allowing him to come and speak.

In any case, this guy has no choice but to swallow his anger and accept his fate after taking such a beating!
After driving away the group of disheveled, effeminate men, only the officers of the Sintira military reform faction, Horatio, and his men remained at the scene.

General Latouche-Tréville rode forward, and as he passed Brigadier General Jean Lannes, he stopped and carefully examined the young man.

"Five years have passed, and the Lana family's boy and girl have grown so tall. Time flies. Perhaps it's because I've been in the void for so long that I can no longer feel the changes and growth." Although his face was still serious, he nodded in acknowledgment: "It must be tough following that old codger Nansutti. At his age, he's still riding around on warhorses every day. Doesn't he worry about breaking his old bones? Humph."

“Long time no see, Uncle Latouch-Tréville. It’s an honor to serve under General Nanssutti. I just didn’t expect… the situation to have become so dire that we need to recall the Fortress-Toulon fleet…” Jean Lannes looked up at the massive Void Airships anchored in the outer orbit above him. They seemed to have just been brought out from Mandeville, and many ships were still adjusting their course.

Upon hearing this, the old general sighed deeply: "We were ordered to intercept a large-scale plague fleet that had infiltrated from the Eye of Fear, but our course deviated during the warp jump."

To be honest, we didn't expect things to go so far off track. The navigator on the warp pilot was found dead in the navigation tower, and we all followed the deceased in the wrong direction and warped.

When we left the subspace, we arrived at Minerva, and then we received news that the Spiral Guardian was in dire need of help and that our home planet was about to fall.

"We are still consulting with the Starfield Naval Command about the next steps, and we will remain here to provide support until we receive clear instructions." He paused, then looked at Rana: "In short, compared to that bunch of flintlock musketeers, Nansutti is a decent old man, and his cavalry is respectable. But I think if you had chosen to join the Imperial Navy, your situation might be better now."

"I have never regretted my choice, General."

Rana bowed his head and solemnly performed the Eagle Salute. "The frontline officers and soldiers of the Calithis fleet are already excellent enough. What the Sintira Star Army needs are soldiers who are truly willing to serve, not those who come here to gain experience."

I am willing to dedicate my life to the Imperial Guard, to let the Emperor's glory shine upon every fertile land that needs protection. But Yadviga…”

The young brigadier general looked at his sister with a complicated expression, then sighed: "I do hope that she can board a starship, fly far away, leave the quagmire of Sintira, and freely make a name for herself in the vast sea of ​​stars, to pursue the free life she longs for. Now... I regret bringing her down this path."

Listening to her brother's sorrowful words, Jadwiga lowered her head like a girl who had made a mistake, a head that had never bowed to anyone.

The pair of long, brown horse ears drooped limply.

Brigadier General Lana seemed to realize he had said too much. As the elder brother, he shouldn't contradict his sister. He quickly corrected himself, saying, "Admiral, this is Colonel Horatio Cochran, the High Lord. He has come to Sintira to establish an Imperial Navy orbital landing force."

“You are quite different from the description in the letter, Senior Colonel.” The old general, riding a tall horse beside Horatio, exhaled a breath from his snort as he sized up the well-built, sculpted man. “That old man George Anson said you were bold, radical, courageous, resourceful, and innovative. But today, it seems you’re a bit too hot-blooded.”

“I apologize for the spectacle, sir,” Horatio replied humbly. “Perhaps it’s just a change in environment. My temper and blood pressure have been higher than before the moment I set foot on the land of the Calicus sector.”

These words made the old general chuckle, but he quickly stopped himself. This wasn't the time to laugh. He continued, "Go find your troops. We'll discuss the formation of the orbital landing force later."

"Thank you, sir." Horatio gave a military salute and immediately turned to work.

The moment he turned around, the respect on his face was immediately replaced by a chilling killing intent.

He said to Thei and Falida, who were following behind him, "There is a written briefing inside the skull, left by Harvey."

He said there was likely a mole within the Sintila flintlock regiment who had leaked our intelligence to the enemy. We cannot allow the Sintila to investigate on their own.

I hope the two of you can work together and find that traitor before Billon does.

"Hmm, you want me, a member of the Exile Order, to do the work of the Rebellion Order? How interesting. But leave it to me," Theig said with a mischievous grin.

"Should we leave one alive for interrogation?" Farida asked coldly, lowering the brim of her military supervisor's peaked cap.

"Don't let him die too easily!" Horatio said in a somber voice.

"Mission accomplished." After saying this, Falida and They parted ways at a fork in the road and disappeared into the shadows of the ruins.

(End of this chapter)