Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 107 The White Scar Arrives (3/5) Requesting Monthly Tickets!

With the help of the Astartes operating table, the scale of the weeping expanded rapidly.

Eight hundred new recruits who had cried were assigned to the tenth company, where the veteran soldiers began training them.

Astartes' strength lies not only in its equipment, but more importantly in the strength of the people wearing the power armor.

According to the sacred texts, these new recruits were not yet qualified to undergo the armor-donning ceremony.

But the situation is different now. With the orcs posing a threat from the outside, the Lamenters still dressed the recruits in power armor and began special training.

The camp fortress is also being renovated. The Weeping Ones plan to rely on the facilities here to restore the smelting capacity and use it as a base to gradually reclaim this place.

Lancelot provided ample assistance in this regard.

The automated environmental modification tillage machine clearly came in very handy; Lancelot used this machine to rapidly cultivate a vast expanse of farmland beneath the fortress.

Using a power backpack to power underground lighting, Lancelot placed grapes treasured from the Crying Ship into the seed improvement devices. After matching them with the current soil and water resources, the machines almost quickly cultivated a batch of special grape varieties suitable for survival in the underground environment.

The seeds sprouted in about three days after being sown.

of course.

Grapes are actually a cash crop; crops similar to wheat are more commonly grown.

The people rescued on this planet began to participate in these tasks under the organization of the state church priests. In this way, the fortress that had once been occupied by orcs began to truly return to human hands and start operating.

As for the green-skinned orcs outside, the Weeping Ones began to systematically and slowly eliminate them.

Lancelot originally planned to hitch a ride on the Cryers' ships for a while, but since the Cryers are currently tied up on this planet, Lancelot has decided to stay for a while and wait for the Imperial fleet to arrive before boarding their ships to approach the Stone Fortress.

During this time, Lancelot often went out alone to wipe out the Greenskins, after all, it was best not to let the Weeping Ones know about the Mist Orcs.

About ten days passed, and the Empire's mortal naval fleet did not arrive immediately. Instead, a fleet with lightning-graffiti-like markings arrived near the star field first.

When this force arrived, its surprise attack was as swift as lightning.

One after another, fighter jets carrying a large number of motorcycles roared into the plains of the planet. More than 100 motorcycles roared past, and the attacks launched by the powered halberds and explosive guns against the orcs were even faster than communications.

"For the Emperor and the Khan! Lamenters, after receiving your message, the Great Khan dispatched us immediately to ascertain the situation. How is the situation on your side?"

The voice of the man named Chogolis came through the communication channel.

A fleet from the newly formed chapter, White Scar, has arrived at this place! Their news seems to be a little delayed, but the Lamenters still warmly welcome their brothers who once helped them.

"The Khan's son?!"

Lancelot discovered Astartes warriors riding assault motorcycles, whose most distinctive feature was the addition of flowing topknots and horse tails to their helmets, supposedly to better detect wind direction on the battlefield.

These warriors born in Chogoris have their own culture. They are children of the grasslands, true sons of freedom. Their freedom is not so-called indulgence, but like the grasslands of Chogoris, even if blown down by the wind, they can still stand up again.

Unexpectedly, they responded to the Lamenters' initial interstellar communication immediately. However, due to the limitations of the warp, they had arrived at this location following the Lamenters' signal, and some information about the Lamenters was severely delayed.

Go and make an contact.

Lancelot was deeply moved. The white-scarred steppe culture originated from the East, and in his view, it matched the culture of a compatriot he had once met.

As the fog dissipated, Lancelot returned to the fortress camp of the Weeping Ones, where the Weeping Ones' Chapter Master, Malakin, also approached him.

"Elder! There's something I'd like to discuss with you!"

"Commander Malakin, is it about the White Scar brothers?"

Lancelot returned to the camp and immediately heard Malakin's communication.

Previously, due to his high prestige, the Weeping Ones sought his advice when making many decisions. However, Lancelot was essentially a military general who didn't understand anything fancy, so he avoided such matters.

This time, Lancelot took the initiative to approach Malakin, which made Malakin's expression relax.

"Yes, this is a special matter, and it concerns you. Do you remember when they gave us a lot of supplies, including many jet motorcycles?"

Malakin said in the communications, "These vehicles are being used to some extent in the Weepers' tactical system, but there are still too many of them lying around."

He added, "But the White Scars are different. They are a band that mainly uses vehicles for attacks. I want to give some of the Brock Jet Motorcycles to the White Scars in exchange for some supplies. Since these are gifts from you, I wanted to ask you about them."

"This matter is not a problem."

Lancelot nodded upon hearing this.

"I have plenty of jet motorcycles on my side. Speaking of which, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you guys. It's good that the brothers with the white scars are here; let's talk about it together."

Lancelot said this.

The commander of the Malakin Warband nodded, and at that moment, the white-scarred Astartes' assault motorcycle sped across the ground, approaching the camp of the Weepers at an extremely fast speed.

As they approached, Malakin ordered the weeping men's support force to also rush towards them.

At that moment, all the white-scarred combat brothers looked on with slightly bewildered eyes as a group of Weepers on Brock jet motorcycles sped towards them from afar, ignoring all terrain, and performed a rather inelegant drift in front of them before waving and smiling.

"Brothers with white scars! This way! I'll lead the way!"

After saying this, the weeping men sped off on their Brock Jet motorcycles toward the camp, leaving behind only the white scars that now stared at each other in bewilderment.

"That thing...could it be a Brock Jet Motorbike?"

"There's no mistake, it's absolutely gorgeous! That's the jet-powered motorcycle, a technology lost since the Great Crusade!"

"I've only seen them once or twice in the chapter's relic chamber—only the strongest warriors are granted the ability to pilot these relics that can ignore terrain. I've heard they're blessed to fly high in the sky, becoming one with the wind!"

"How can the Lamenters possess so many sacred objects?!"

All the words ultimately boiled down to this question!

The soldiers with white scars looked at each other in bewilderment.

But without a doubt, their hearts began to pound faster!

That thing, that speed, is definitely not a replica. The Brock Jet Motorbike is so precious, it seems to have been made for a highly mobile force like the White Scars!

Riding such a motorcycle means you're no longer bound to the ground, but can break free from planetary gravity, experiencing true freedom like the wind merging into the world!

All the white scars lamented, and even dreamed, that this motorcycle technology could be revived—but because of the Horus Rebellion, the great dream of human revival had been shattered, and they originally thought that this technology should also disappear into the galaxy along with this dream.

But now, with so many jet motorcycles in the hands of the weeping crowd, a bold conjecture couldn't help but surface in their minds.

"Company Commander! Could it be a forging template?!"

"I don't know, but we were going to negotiate with them anyway!" The white-scarred sixth company commander took a deep breath, looking at the motorcycles speeding across the sky in the distance, ignoring the terrain, and he had only one thought in his mind.

I need to get one too!