Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 187 Son of the Fire Dragon
The middle deck of the White Knight.

The sailors have cleared a resting area for the incoming refugees.

"For the Empire! For Humanity!"

The captain and his family stood in front of a dozen large pots, distributing the food cooked in them along with plastic bowls to the refugees who had already boarded the White Knight.

Soldiers from the Eighteen Legions, including Osiris, maintained order at the scene and called on people to line up to receive food.

"What do Ork barbarians look like?"

"Just like in the news, green and big, and looks like a wild animal?"

The captain picked up a ladle and scooped a spoonful of broth for the refugee in front of him, then poured it into the plastic bowl held by the refugee, while asking the refugee curious questions.

However, the refugees who received the food were still in shock. Just the mention of the word Ouk would bring back their nightmare-like tragic experiences of the past period.

So the refugee just saluted the captain humbly, then walked quickly to the corner with the bowl in his hand, sat down and sipped the broth in the bowl.

"Yes, they are green, but they don't have as many beast features as the Beastmen." Osiris, who was standing aside to maintain order, answered the captain's question on behalf of the refugees.

The captain looked at Osiris.

To thank the White Knight for his help, Osiris saluted the captain: "These mortals are not ignorant of etiquette or intentional offense, they are just too tired and too scared."

"I understand." The captain nodded.

This man, whose status on the White Knight was second only to Qin Xia, continued to distribute broth with his family.

After a while, another sailor who had boarded the ship to support the great cause of mankind came in and began to distribute necessities such as bedding and tents to the refugees.

"For the Empire! For Humanity!"

"The Empire will avenge you, my fellow citizens."

"Come on! My fellow countrymen! At least you are still alive! You can still join the Emperor's great cause and take revenge on the greenskins who destroyed your homeland!"

The sailors spoke encouraging words to the refugees.

But this did not sound encouraging at all to the refugees, so there was no reaction or response at all.

The captain was attracted by the sailors who came on board with idealism and a grand goal.

He looked at the sailors, as if recalling something, while at the same time scooping broth for the next refugee.

"Leave them alone, men." The captain interrupted the sailors' heroic words, "They need rest, not calluses growing in their ears from your nagging."

"But sir, they need these encouraging words," said a middle-aged sailor.

The captain looked at the guard standing beside him and handed him the ladle.

The guard reached out to take the ladle and continued to make the soup.

The captain walked up to the middle-aged sailor and almost stuck to him.

The captain was very short, so he looked up at the strong middle-aged sailor in front of him, but he stood with his hands behind his back, looking very majestic.

"I had the same ambitions and passions as you, which is why I came to this ship instead of being a local tyrant on my beautiful home planet."

"Like you, I was on the lower deck, tightening screws while shouting for the Empire and my fellow human beings. Then I was gradually promoted to the leader of the work group, the lower deck maintenance officer, the leader of the artillery deck gun group, until finally, I became the captain of this ship."

The captain still looked up at the sailor in front of him.

"But I don't think I'm that powerful or capable. There were many people who were sent off by my fellow countrymen from my home planet and entered the ship to serve who were stronger than me. But they all died before it was my turn to be the captain."

"You may have an endless supply of enthusiasm, man. You may be a better leader than any officer on this ship, but you've never fought a war, you've never dealt with anything, and when I say these refugees don't need your encouragement, they don't."

Finally, the captain slowly closed his lips, turned his body with his hands behind his back, and glanced at all the sailors present.

Obviously, he was not trying to educate one sailor, but everyone present.

The captain returned to the cauldron, took the ladle from the guard, and scooped the soup while saying, "One is better than two. This is my management style. Considering that this is your first time to disobey my will, I will not punish you, but there will be no next time. When the Primarch-Guide is on this ship, he is your leader. When he is not, I am your leader."

The passionate sailors said nothing more to the refugees and gathered together to prepare to leave.

"Go and ask the mess hall to prepare more food." The captain ordered without even looking up. "The Lord of the White Knights hasn't returned yet. When he returns, he will surely bring more refugees with him."

"Yes, Captain." The sailors saluted and turned to leave.

The captain continued to serve soup.

A moment later, Qin Xia, the refugees and the Space Marines trudged out of the snow.

Oulina and Ouliya had just finished their own business and entered the refugee resettlement center. When they saw Qin Xia, they immediately walked over.

Qin Xia signaled to the two sisters that he was fine, then looked at the captain.

The snow on the ground and the drifting snowflakes gradually disappeared.

Fewer refugees than Osiris protects, and ten times fewer Space Marines than Osiris and his men...

No one entered the resettlement site anymore.

"Sir..." The captain put down the ladle and quickly scanned the crowd with his eyes, "They...are these the only ones?"

"Just these people." Qin Xia nodded helplessly and glanced at Osiris.

Osiris's facial features wrinkled together, and he knelt on the ground in pain: "Lord of the Fire Dragon..."

There were some sobbing sounds among the refugees.

The couple snuggled up to each other.

The mother hugged her child tightly.

Everyone among the refugees seemed depressed.

The world that had just been snatched back from alien slavery by the Empire and given a number, but hadn't even had time to come up with a name yet...

The world's eight billion people...

Now the remaining ones are all on the White Knight, so few that the Space Marines can count the number of people with just a glance. "Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the people died." Olya looked at her sister, then at Qin Xia, and couldn't believe that she had come to such a conclusion.

But it is indeed true.

The Space Marines of the XVIII Legion looked miserable.

Like the benevolent Primarch Vulkan, Lord of Fire Dragons, the Eighteenth Legion inherited the kindness of their Primarch.

Before Vulkan returned to the Legion, the XVIII Legion had defended the lives of mortals in the battle against the Greenskins and paid the price for it, until Vulkan led his troops to the rescue.

Vulkan knelt in admiration for his sons' noble act of saving mortals.

Now, out of the eight billion people in the world below the White Knight, only less than two thousand are alive. This is undoubtedly a shame for the people of the Eighteenth Legion, just like the shame of the Twelfth Legion's defeat in the assault.

"Don't be depressed, sons of the fire dragon."

The surviving captain of the Seventh Company walked among his combat brothers, took off his helmet, revealing his dark face.

"Our failure here is inevitable. We have failed to live up to the responsibility given to us by the Primarch and brought shame upon him."

"There is no time to be depressed, we must continue to fight and wash away the shame we have brought upon the Primarch!"

Hearing the captain's words, Osiris raised his head and slowly stood up from the ground.

But still with his head down.

Qin Xia looked at the captain of the White Knight and threw a fang of a green-skinned boss to this curious man.

The captain caught the fang and put it in his pocket silently, but he was not as happy as he had imagined.

He watched Qin Xia shift his gaze to the sons of the Fire Dragon.

"Captain, what has happened to this world?" Qin Xia asked.

The captain looked at Qin Xia, saluted, and answered: "The humans here were once enslaved by aliens. We followed the Lord of Fire Dragon to rescue the humans here from alien slavery, and then we learned about the greenskin invasion."

"The Eighteenth Legion was immediately dispersed for defense. The Primarch's order to us was to ensure that as many people as possible survived until reinforcements arrived."

"When I led half of my company to this world, a meteorite landed on the planet, followed by a catastrophic invasion."

The company commander recalled what happened a month ago.

When the meteorite landed on the surface, the countdown to the destruction of the world had begun.

Qin Xia could guess what happened next without the company commander having to tell him.

It must be the greenskins that emerged from the meteorite.

But they certainly did not have as many populations as they do now at the beginning, but rather multiplied later.

The greenskins are like plants. Wherever they go, they will drop spores, and then a large group of greenskins will appear there.

Such creatures that violate the rules of the real universe are not evolved naturally, but are a race of biological weapons created by the ancient saints.

Just like the biological weapons of the Eldar.

"After they are killed, they will be blown away by the wind like plants, and then reproduce from the ground." The company commander told him the most unbelievable fact.

Upon hearing this, the captain, who knew nothing about the greenskins, immediately became alert and turned to the guards to order: "Immediately block every entrance and exit here, investigate which roads the sailors who left here before took and who they met, block them all and spray disinfectant... Tell the disinfection teams on the warships to get to work!"

The guard saluted and picked up the communicator.

Qin Xia originally wanted to tell the captain that there was no need to be so nervous, as he had already used his psychic power to disinfect every person who entered the White Knight as they crossed the ice and snow.

But as a captain, vigilance is a very necessary quality for him, so Qin Xia did not say anything to stop him.

"Where is the Lord of Fire Dragon now?" Qin Xia asked the company commander without much hope.

The captain's answer was not surprising: "We have lost contact with the Legion since two months ago. The Sons of the Fire Dragon are probably scattered across the sector like us. Our Primarch should be fighting in the most intense battle on Onus."

"Where the fighting is most intense." Qin Xia nodded. "I guess so, but the problem is that we don't know where the fighting is most intense in the Onus sector. Let's rest first. My ships and I have arrived in this sector as the vanguard. We will do what we can before the large fleet enters the Onus sector."

The company commander saluted.

During the conversation, the refugees had already wolfed down the soup, obviously not feeling full.

But the broth was just to fill their stomachs, and more food would be prepared in the canteen in the evening.

The disinfection team on the White Knight walked into the resettlement area wearing chemical protective suits and carrying backpacks full of disinfectant, and brought back the sailors who had left the resettlement area before and those who had contact with the sailors.

These people are responsible for preventing and controlling infectious diseases on warships and have rich professional experience.

Use professional equipment to check each person, spray disinfectant, and use promethium flamethrowers to burn used utensils.

These professionals had never faced greenskins before, so naturally they didn't know how to clean up their spores. They just used their experience in dealing with the Randan Empire's viral weapons during the Second Randan War to deal with the possibility that people might carry greenskin spores onto ships.

But Qin Xia just wanted them to take action, that's all.

The response plan can be studied slowly, but what is important is vigilance.

It is unknown how long the next war with the greenskins will last and to what extent.

"We don't need to look for technological relics in Onus. You are responsible for studying the information about the greenskins provided by others, and then see if you can develop more targeted creations to deal with the problem of greenskin reproduction."

Qin Xia said to Sister Oulina.

The two sisters thought for a moment and nodded silently.

Originally, one of their functions was to enable civilians to react quickly and evacuate in the shortest possible time.

But when there are few people, they don't need to use their abilities.

Can be imagined.

There must not be many civilians alive in the marginal worlds of the Onus sector that were invaded by the greenskins...

(End of this chapter)