I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 229 Military Organizational Construction Beyond Common Sense

Reinhard returned to the front lines, brand-new laser gun in hand. The pervasive green poisonous fog seemed unable to conceal the faint glow emanating from the weapon, a creation of the Myriad Machines. Walker Veliser immediately came to meet him, the muffled footsteps of his power armor echoing through the mud.

"Welcome back, Reinhard brothers."

Reinhard glanced at the soldiers on the battlefield, some sitting, some standing, all looking on listlessly to their deaths, and asked, "During my absence, nothing unexpected must have happened, right?"

"You were gone for less than two Terra standard hours, what could possibly go wrong?" Walker said in a nonchalant tone. "Or rather, the most surprising thing here is that you're back in just two Terra hours! Are your chapter's technical sergeants that efficient?"

“No, not entirely because of our technical sergeants,” Reinhard said, his expression turning somewhat strange under his helmet. “It was the mechanical priests in that workshop. After hearing the soldier’s story, they were very enthusiastic and said they happened to have the relevant parts. Then, they pulled out a whole set of parts from some pocket, and our chapter’s technical sergeant brothers just assembled it a little, and it was done.”

"A mechanical priest?" Walker's voice also revealed a hint of surprise. "Those gear-headed beings... are they actually moved by the honor of a mortal warrior?"

Just then, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers suddenly came from the other side of the position. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw that in the trench shrouded in poisonous fog, a soldier who was going to his death was actually starting an impromptu song and dance performance. His exaggerated and comical movements made the other soldiers who were going to their deaths around him laugh out loud, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

“The optimism of those who go to their deaths sometimes reminds me of the Orks,” Walker said in a deep voice, looking at the scene. “At least put yourself in their shoes. If I were a mortal, I would never be able to sing and dance in a battlefield filled with deadly poison gas.”

“This is a good thing, isn’t it?” Reinhard said. “Before coming here, I even spent some time thinking about which methods from the Astartes I should use to encourage or punish mortals if their morale collapsed. But now it seems that I was worrying too much. Their resilience is beyond our imagination.”

"Which one of you is Commander Reinhard?" a loud, boisterous voice called from not far away. Through the poison gas, they could see yet another squad of soldiers heading towards them, ready to meet their doom.

“Your new team has arrived,” Walker said.

“I am Reinhard,” Reinhard replied to the new squad. At the same time, his brow furrowed slightly beneath his helmet.

That voice... it sounds so similar!

"Good day, sir!" The leading soldier strode forward and gave a fairly standard Eagle salute. The other soldiers behind him followed suit, raising their hands sparsely.

Even this lax work style is very similar to that of the previous work group... no, it's exactly the same!
Reinhard's gaze settled on the leading soldier, and he asked, "Is your unit number the same as the one that fell in battle before?"

Bug paused for a moment, not understanding why the Space Marine would ask such a question, but he still answered honestly: "If you mean the Imperial Hook Cold and Hot Squad, then yes, it's us."

Heaven knows how the system's translation managed to translate the player's nonsensical team name, but Reinhard's lack of reaction suggests that, at least to him, the name sounded perfectly normal.

Reinhard pressed on, "Why? Logically speaking, wouldn't it be more convenient to bring in a new, fully-equipped squad to reinforce the defenses? Why rebuild on the front lines?"

“Well, actually, our attitude towards unit designations is a bit different from that of the regular Astrail Forces,” BUG scratched his helmet, trying to explain. “Our unit designations generally fall into two categories: one is a standing force that is formed before the war. These forces are generally very stable in terms of personnel and equipment, and they will continue to exist after the war ends; the other is a force that is temporarily formed when there is going to be a war. These are not stable and are mostly disbanded on the spot after the war ends.”

“What kind of hellish military organization is this?” Not only Reinhard, but Walker, standing beside him, also found it unbelievable and couldn’t help but interject, “What if a unit like the latter wins great glory in the war? Will it still be disbanded?” “That depends on the individual wishes of the specific members of that unit,” BUG explained. “If everyone feels that fighting together is good, then they can add each other as friends and continue fighting together in the future, and it’s possible that it will turn into the first situation. But in most cases, they go their separate ways.”

"So you're the first type?" Walker asked.

“No, we are the second type,” BUG answered frankly. “This battle is not over yet, so we have not disbanded.”

Reinhard: "...Never mind."

He gave up trying to understand the thought processes of these people who were going to their deaths, which were completely different from those of ordinary people.

"Here you go." He tossed the laser gun to BUG, ​​who hurriedly caught it. "This is a testament to the glory of your former squad leader."

A data panel unfolded before the bug's eyes.

[Solex-IX "Death Ray" Laser Gun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: Extremely High]

[Special Effect: Sacrifice Strike (You can consume all the energy in your magazine to unleash a powerful attack with far greater force than usual)]

[Note: This weapon was created in memory of a brave and decisive mortal. Had it not been for his sacrifice, the Emperor's angels would not have achieved victory so easily… It's a pity that the mortal died without revealing his name to the angels.]

"Holy crap?" The moment BUG saw the weapon's stats and effects, he was instantly shocked. "This is... for me?"

“Of course. Use it properly,” Reinhard instructed, his tone serious. “Weapons are meant to be used. To treat it like a museum exhibit, gathering dust on a shelf, is to dishonor the glory behind it!”

Bug happily hoisted the heavy laser gun onto his back, savoring its unique weight. He looked at Reinhard, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered the courage to speak: "Um... sir, my name is Bug."

Reinhard's massive frame paused slightly, then he waved his hand: "Alright, I understand. Go and fulfill your duties, guard."

"Yes, sir!" BUG puffed out his chest and responded loudly.

(End of this chapter)