Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Depending on the scale of the world's military development and the differences in culture, the resulting regimental combat units vary greatly. Some regiments are large enough to be the main force of a planet, while others are so small that a single heavy artillery shell could wipe them out.

This kind of nightmarishly flexible organization can leave even the most skilled generals, who are adept at statistics and planning, bewildered and confused by troops of vastly different numbers and equipment, all of which are organized at the regimental level, ultimately affecting battlefield deployment and the outcome of battles.

Just like the former British Empire, it had separate battalions and regiments, as well as battalions and regiments under divisions and brigades. This mysterious military system, which would excite even Tianqi with just a glance, was barely enough to fight the natives of the colonies in peacetime. But when it came to real hard battles, he suddenly realized that his army could not even achieve unity between "brigade-regiment-company", "brigade-battalion-company", and "regiment-battalion-company".

Not to mention the trouble that the absurd traditional military honor system and the unique military systems of overseas autonomous territories and colonies create for command and management systems.

Komi felt the same way. After being fed up with the inconsistent numbers of regimental combat units, he was determined to build a clearer military organization so that he could easily calculate the size and combat effectiveness of troops stationed in different locations within the war zone.

First, a combat squad consists of five people, commanded by a captain.

A squad consists of 25 people, or five teams, and is commanded by a sergeant.

Five squads were put together to form a company of 125 men, under the command of a lieutenant.

Five companies made up a battalion, 625 men, under the command of a captain.

Five battalions would form a regiment. Komi removed the brigade-level unit from his plan because he wanted to use five regiments to form a combat group, thus satisfying the structure of squad-company-battalion-regiment-combat group (army), making the relationship between the entire force and the number five closer, thereby gaining some mystical bonus.

Therefore, Komi determined that the number of combat personnel in a regiment was 3260, and the number of combat personnel in a battle group was 16300.

The Savior Army in the Komi Exterminator was a combat group consisting of five regimental units, which, when including the technicians who maintained the combat uniforms, could barely meet the standard strength of 16300 people.

Komi doesn't have a clear idea of ​​how much of a role this military system built around the number five played in the Iron Star campaign, just as he doesn't know how much the Mortalian's seven-man Death Shroud Terminator squad could squeeze out of the benevolent father.

Chapter 591: Rapid but Effective Emergency Military Building

However, from the many reports that were subsequently compiled, Komi discovered that the five-person squads were exceptionally agile in battle, stretching out like human fingers and then tightly gripping their prey in their palms, making them more efficient in combat than the traditional ten- or twelve-person squads.

Since it might be of some use, Koji wouldn't let the opportunity pass. Like an orc who believed that painting his car body red would make him faster, he promoted his newly written military system among the conscripts of Tarantis, hoping that the five men in the combat squad could support and encourage each other and contribute their strength in the upcoming tough battle, rather than becoming a burden that would require the commissar to execute.

Tarantis Star – Shanghel Place.

As the largest plaza in the entire hive, this place bears many responsibilities. When the Ascension of the Emperor arrives, the clergy of the state religion hold grand prayer ceremonies here to purify the hearts of millions.

The square is now occupied by a newly built singing stage, and there are loudspeakers everywhere to capture sound. The sinful nuns in armor are teaching the nuns and priests of this world to sing the "Song of Progress," a song that has been adapted by Komi to make its content more suitable for the human empire.

“This song doesn’t need fancy words or complicated vocal techniques. The most important thing is to maintain passion, hope for the future, hatred for the enemy, and care for your friends. Only in this way can you sing this song composed by Saint Otto perfectly, allowing its great power to leap into everyone’s ears and become their aid in resisting darkness,” the Sister of Sin cried out to the nuns and priests.

The nuns and priests of the Church of England, deeply influenced by the ideals of human purity, listened attentively, but their eyes kept wandering to the two ears with hair sticking out of the sinful nun's head, and to some horns that had been worn down by a file.

This is truly appalling. A group of nuns composed of demi-humans, even if they are burdened with sin, is a blasphemy against the sacred traditions of the state religion.

The nuns and priests thought to themselves, but the guilty nuns were already used to being looked at with strange eyes.

The nun, instead of feeling sad or grieving, admired the group of nuns and priests even more because they upheld the tenet of human purity and did not harbor any inappropriate sympathy or understanding because of their position as nuns.

The guilty elder sister shouted again, "That's all the precautions for singing. Do you have any other questions? If not, let's have a trial performance! That way, the mechanical priests can find out what's wrong with the sound transmission network."

"No problem, we're ready."

"very good!"

As the music began, the convicted nuns sang passionately. At first, the nuns and priests were not quite used to this straightforward and unrestrained way of expressing their emotions, but after a few lines, they felt their blood surging and their bodies subconsciously roared out the emotions suppressed under the religious precepts.

"Forward...forward...forward..."

The singing was recorded by loudspeakers and then flowed through the sound network, from the widest Shangri-La Square to the most crowded, dilapidated neighborhoods of the city.

A scumbag from the city walked in a line of twenty-five men. Their leader was the second-in-command of their little gang. The leader had his spine severed by a bullet for refusing to comply with the Ministry of Justice's conscription order. The remaining half of his body howled on the ground for five or six minutes before finally dying.

A servo skull equipped with a loudspeaker flew overhead, and rousing songs drifted down from above.

“Hey, did you hear that?” Nest Scum whispered to his companion. “It’s singing, and it’s being sung in Low Gothic.”

"Of course I heard it. Those weirdos taught us to sing it." Scum's companion curled his lip, looking quite unconvinced.

"What's the point of them teaching us this song?"

“Who knows? But I know you’ll be in big trouble if you can’t sing.” His companion looked around the corner, where there was an electric light, and the mechanical priest and slaves were stuffing a freshly made mecha into the support column below. “That’s Big Hand Haro. He just refused to learn, insisting that he was a Nestorian and couldn’t read, so he was captured and turned into a mecha shaped like a megaphone.”

Chao Du Zha Zi shuddered upon hearing this, thankful that he had managed to sing the song completely, even though he was somewhat tone-deaf and his companions described it as the pitiful squeaking sound of someone stepping on a rat.

"Stop!"

Their second-in-command, who had been promoted to sergeant, gave a brief order, and the entire team stopped, waiting for several sentry mechs equipped with engineering crane clamps to pass quickly. Behind these bipedal sentries, a company of conscripts sang and ran past these scum of the city.

Many of the scum in this area know each other, after all, they've been collecting protection money in this area for many years, and they know exactly who owes how much money. However, in this special time, no one will bring up these things unless they're tired of living.

The second-in-command looked at the company and thought that singing and running at the same time was really impressive. So he got itchy and ordered the scum behind him, "If we keep dawdling like this, we'll definitely get scolded by the officers! Now run and sing! Get your spirits up!"

The scum reluctantly began to sing, their voices were so awful that people in the houses had to close their doors and windows to save their ears. Until they met the company they had seen before again at the assembly point, the songs of the two sides mingled together, making their awful voices less noticeable.

As the two groups sang, it was as if they were competing to see whose voice was louder and more enthusiastic, just like orcs would compare who was the greenest, who was the sturdiest, and whose big bang was the most awesome.

During the song, their souls briefly merged, forming an invisible stance that resonated throughout the neighborhood. When the song ended, everyone was covered in sweat. They suddenly felt that they could trust each other and entrust their lives to one another. This unprecedented sense of greatness brought tears to the eyes of some self-proclaimed selfish scum of the city.

The political commissar watched from a distance. He could sense that the two troops, of different backgrounds, were quickly building a camaraderie that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was faint, but much better than nothing.

Generally speaking, if you want a hastily assembled unit to develop camaraderie, you need at least a year of training and adjustment before it can be fully established in a battle.

Now, having learned only the basics of marching and commands, and having sung a song in unison, they have developed a deep camaraderie that allows them to rely on each other.

"The song of Saint Otto is truly magical, a gift from the merciful Savior." The political commissar shook his head and sighed, thinking that if he survived this war, he would definitely join his other colleagues to submit a document to the political commissar department to include "The Song of Advance" in the compulsory learning catalog of the Loyalty Academy, so that every trainee political commissar and reserve officer could master this song.

The political commissar strode out, bringing the soldiers back to their senses from the exhilaration of their song. "You useless scum did alright, at least you proved you're qualified to be soldiers, but you haven't proven to me that you deserve the laser guns in your hands! Now, everyone sit down. I'm going to show you a video. You all need to watch it carefully and learn from it. Anyone who doesn't meet the learning standard will be sent to the logistics team to carry sandbags!"

Amidst the hissing sound, the figure of Sage Sam appeared, imparting to these uneducated soldiers what he believed to be the truth in words that mortals could understand.

"The first lesson, and the most important one: how to awaken the machine spirit. First, give your weapon a wonderful name, then treat it as your family, your friend, the one you can't bear to part with. If you can treat it as a lover, that's even better; the machine spirit will flourish in your love..."

Chapter 592: Kayan's Surveillance

On the Chaos Fleet - Vengeful Spirit.

Kayan was working in his meditation room. As a powerful Thousand Sons Wizard, he had the ability to weave warp dreams to influence the minds of mortals, causing them to unknowingly surrender their souls and become agents infiltrating various departments of the Empire.

Most of these agents are disposable; risking their lives to deliver intelligence is absolutely worthwhile. Floating around Kayan are many scrolls made of human skin, which are contracts signed by the agents with their souls.

Compared to Vashtor's work contract, Kayan's contract is more focused on the mind surveillance of the agents. He doesn't trust mortals to perfectly record what they see on paper and send it back. He is willing to put in more effort to personally interpret the soul fluctuations on these contracts in order to provide Warmaster Abaddon with more accurate intelligence.

Now, Kayan's dream has already arrived in the Tarantis system aboard the waves of the warp. His consciousness has transformed into a strange entity lurking in the darkness, which the locals call the Hive City Ghost, searching for people with weak wills but some value.

Kayan spent several days searching, working tirelessly through the night. The chaotic winds of the warp left their mark on his armor. His good servant, the Dark Eldar Scourge named Mephitari, silently did the rest of the work for Kayan.

Finally, Kayan has been found!

As the commander-in-chief of a PDF in the Tarantis system, Kayan can glean insights into the defenses of the Tarantis system from his soul.

General Ober, the PDF commander of Tarantis, is now filled with resentment at his greatly diminished power. Before the arrival of the Gothic fleet, he was practically the ruler of the planetary defense forces of this world, and no one dared to question any of his decisions. Now, his general's rank is as inflated as the combat power of the planetary defense forces. Even a colonel in the Astral Army can interrupt his speech at a meeting and throw out the words of Saint Otto to force him to comply.

After accepting that the army I was familiar with had been dismantled into eight pieces by the new officers and changed into the so-called five-style military system, I realized that my power was no longer as dazzling as it used to be.

At the meeting, I tried to fight for the tradition of PDF and pass on the system of honor, but I was met with unanimous opposition. They regarded the words of Saint Otto as an unquestionable truth, especially those officers who were of demi-human origin. They looked at me as if I were a talking piece of meat!

There was nothing I could do but nod in agreement to the military reform. Watching the large organization I was familiar with being broken up, many veterans were promoted to non-commissioned officers or even lieutenants, and their corresponding benefits would also increase significantly. This put even more pressure on military spending, and I think I'll have to wait a few more years before I can buy a first-class ticket to Garden World for a vacation.

But honestly, why do they strictly limit the numbering to five or less? Numbers like six, seven, eight, and nine are practically nonexistent to them.

PDF新编1团、2团、3团、4团、5团，然后就是11团，12团、13、14、15、21团...

After reaching the 55th Regiment, its unit number changed to the 551st Regiment, the 552nd Regiment, and so on...

This group of people is really obsessed with the number five... The Howler shotgun is loaded with five bullets at a time and fired in fives, and the bottles of those Beast Brews that are going up to exorbitant prices are even marked with a sign that tells you to drink it in five gulps.

There are 5s everywhere, everything is 5s, after seeing it for so long I've even forgotten how to write 5! It's really annoying.

However, Beast Brew was indeed delicious. I hadn't had anything so invigorating and good for my body in a long time. I felt every pore of my body open up after the bright red liquid was poured in, making me want to groan out loud.

Even more surprisingly, the very next day, my shiny bald head, which the geneticist had diagnosed as permanently balding, sprouted a thick layer of black hair! Thank God, the Savior is merciful, so I bought even more on the black market. This made my journey to the ship even more distant, but I think my soul had already been healed by these fine brews, and I no longer needed those magnificent, rare natural landscapes and pure, fresh fruits and vegetables...

The Savior is merciful? What the hell is this?

Kayan, who had been reading General Ober's thoughts, was taken aback. He didn't know who this savior was or why he was qualified to be compared to the Emperor.

Suddenly, Kayan remembered Abaddon's analysis from a few days ago.

Could this so-called savior just be a facade used by Otto to spread corruption?

Is the number 5, which permeates Uber's consciousness, also a prelude to the outbreak of Slaanesh's corruption? After all, 5 plus 1 equals the Chaos number 6!

Kayan patiently continued watching...

I was enjoying the wonderful feeling of my hair growing so well, and I was thinking about what kind of hairstyle to get to show off my status when the political commissars knocked on my door. They said that the army's organization had been updated, and it was time for us officers to learn the new things.

Learning something new? What a joke!

I've been a general in this world for much longer than these young political commissars who don't even have beards. I can recite the pamphlets issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs by heart. What do they have to teach me?

But seeing the explosive pistols on their hips, I respected their request, ordered the servants to tidy the room, and then went with them to the state church.

In that place, we learned to sing a song...

Kayan briefly lost control of Ober; he only heard meaningless noises around him, something he had only seen with orcs before.

When the orcs' great Waaagh flag towers are activated, and thousands of orcs roar under the incitement of the raging music, Kayan's psionic energy will be suppressed by the sudden surge of Waaagh energy. Even the demons he summons will be washed away, losing their solid bodies and turning into a flowing phantom.

What exactly happened...? What did Ober learn?

Kayan grew increasingly uneasy, and then Ober's soul fluctuations reappeared. For some reason, Kayan felt that the wisp of soul he had sacrificed was becoming ethereal and elusive in his eyes, as if it might escape from his contract at any moment.

I don't know how I left the church. Dragging my weary body, I followed the Servo Skull to the Mechanicus's research institute, where we learned how to awaken a machine's soul. The wise Sage Semit told us in a projection that every machine created by human hands has the potential to have its soul awakened, as long as you are willing to believe in its existence and invest your heart and soul in it.

These words reminded me of my childhood, when my father gave me a laser pistol when I was a child.

That was my first handgun. Although it had no power, I still treasured it and took good care of it. I would polish its casing until it was spotless before I could go to sleep every day.

As I grew up, I gradually forgot about that laser pistol, leaving it sealed away in a dust-free cabinet year after year...

After listening to Sage Sam's words, I immediately ran home and took out the laser pistol from the cleanroom cabinet. It was still as clean and shiny as ever, stirring up one of the most beautiful memories of my childhood.

A sudden pang of sadness washed over me, and I blamed myself for abandoning my silent friend. I recalled the name I had given this laser pistol, and decided to keep it by my side. At night, I wouldn't store it in the closet, but rather place it next to my pillow as I fell asleep.

About a week later, I was attacked by Chaos Traitors. My guards were sent flying by a well-placed bomb, and my adjutant's head was pierced by a laser. At that moment, all that could protect me was this laser pistol that had no power.

Chapter 593: Methods Even Traitors Would Be Ashamed Of

Even in this difficult and dangerous moment, I never gave up hope of survival, because I knew that falling into the hands of the Chaos traitors would be worse than death.

I hummed a song I learned from church, praising the Savior, Otto, and the name of my laser pistol. I resolutely leaned out from behind the overturned armored vehicle and aimed the laser pistol at the traitors who rushed at me to capture me alive.

Chi!