Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"My lord, I request to participate in the next phase of the breakthrough operation," Sigismund said. Because of his previous outstanding performance, Sigismund was valued by Dorn and allowed to accompany him. Now, Sigismund believed that it was time for him to take the stage.

"Our battles have never been decided head-on, my son," Dorn said, glancing at the holographic projection of the battlefield. "It may seem like we're advancing triumphantly, but in reality, Russ always holds the initiative. His Bear gunships can instantly project massive forces and firepower into our rear. He's simply waiting for an opportunity, waiting for us to become mired in the frontal battle, so he can deliver the fatal blow."

"Then we need to protect our logistics supply lines." Anaxus said.

"Protect? How?" Dorn gave a wry laugh. "The correct approach is to give him the opportunity. Only then will he bring out his main force to engage us. From now on, a direct confrontation is just a deception. His troops will be moving soon."

And just as Dorn expected, when the two sides on the front line were in a stalemate, Russ really took action.

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A supply convoy, escorted by a small number of Imperial Fists and a large number of auxiliary troops, was moving through the wilderness. The Legion's Spartan personnel carriers and Siskarian tanks, along with various auxiliary armored vehicles and anti-aircraft weapons, totaled hundreds of vehicles. The Imperial Fists captain, Ars, who was in charge, was constantly contacting the air force to gather intelligence.

"Are you ready?" Dalles asked.

"We're ready. I hope what we've prepared will be useful." The deputy looked at some covered heavy vehicles in the convoy.

"We have limited ammunition and only one chance. We must seize it." Dalles patted his deputy's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll do it myself," the deputy said. The Imperial Fists were naturally prepared for the Bear gunships. Of course, they couldn't deploy Titans to cover the transport convoy. After all, what rank was a transport convoy? Titans? And even if they did, they'd still have to tear it apart. So, Dorn decided to force a trade!

The entire convoy, hundreds of tanks, transports, hundreds of Astartes, and thousands of mortal auxiliaries—if only they could exchange two of the enemy's Bear gunships, Dorn would consider it a win! And to bring down these flying Titans, hidden among these hundreds of transports were twenty tanks armed with Deathstrike missiles and Manticore anti-aircraft missile launchers. They waited for the enemy Bear to descend. While it attacked other targets, these missile launchers would fire a rapid volley, eliminating the enemy. As for whether they would be counterattacked by concentrated enemy fire after being eliminated? That was a certainty! However, Dorn calculated the exchange ratio and felt it was acceptable!

"The convoy is large, Class A, there should be a culprit inside." At this time, more than ten kilometers away from the convoy, a team of lone wolf scouts were observing the Imperial Fists convoy in the distance.

"No super-heavy tanks were found. The strongest ones are Spartan troop transports, and there are only a few of them. Most of them are medium-sized combat vehicles of the Siskaran and Imperial Guards, formed in three columns." The lone wolves relayed the data and information to the Bear gunship unit cruising in the sky.

"Let's send a quick assault team to deal with this convoy. Don't worry, we have enough time." Russ thought for a while and said, then six Bear gunships began to fly towards the target.

There are two types of Bear gunships: one primarily for transport and the other for attack. So, if I want a Bear gunship that can carry heavier weapons while also performing transport duties, what should I do? After some thought, the Iron Priests of the Wolf Regiment came up with a solution: they installed numerous magnetic hooks on either side of the ship's wide wings, then attached various hovercraft and Iron Wolf mechas to the sides of the Bear gunships! Since they have sealed combat cabins and the soldiers are all wearing power armor, a harsh environment isn't a big deal.

As for what to do if you're suddenly attacked by the enemy's air force with so many cheats installed? Well, what else can you do? Just attack! Anyway, the Void Shield will completely cover the "hook tickets" as well. If Stormbirds and Thunderhawks come up, they'll be asking for death! Even if you think you're as stupid as a pig with so many cheats installed, you really can't beat this pig!

Then, six Bear-type offensive gunships dropped nearly a hundred anti-gravity assault boats, Iron Wolf mechas, and a large number of drones all at once. Groups of fast units swept in like a gust of wind! Behind them, six Bear-type gunships provided cover from a distance.

Then, Ars's troops were immediately caught off guard... In the initial scenario, the Imperial Fists had considered the enemy's potential for numerous fighters providing cover, so they primarily deployed anti-aircraft units. But now, the enemy was engaging in a coordinated air-to-ground attack, with numerous "cannon fodder"-level units charging forward, while the Bear gunships remained at a relatively safe distance. While the Death Strike missiles were powerful, facing Titan-level defenses, they required multiple hits to be effective. A single shot might not even penetrate the enemy's shield, and the enemy would stagger away.

"Don't hide! Unleash all firepower, including the Manticores, to deal with those fast-moving forces." Seeing no way to kill the Bear gunships, Ars had to settle for the next best thing. However, once the transport convoy revealed its last trump card, victory was already elusive. Under the simulated attack of the Bear gunships' heavy artillery, the distant convoy was instantly overwhelmed by lasers, shells, and ballistic missiles. Although the fast strike group responsible for the assault was also attacked by the Manticores and armored units, overall, they retained their core assets, and the exchange ratio was a huge profit for the Space Wolves.

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"There's no way we can fight this!" Anaxus exclaimed in frustration after receiving Captain Ars's final communication. "A bunch of flying Aerial Titans, capable of transporting large numbers of troops, are hovering right above our heads. How do we fight them? This isn't fair! The Titan Legion's arrival won't change our strategic disadvantage at all."

"Those guys from Space Wolves didn't even give us a chance to exchange!" Another staff officer said helplessly as he looked at the supply line that had been destroyed behind the front line.

"Is it unfair? What's unfair about it? Why aren't we allowed to use the things the Space Wolves have developed themselves? Why should we be given the things the Sixth Legion has developed? How can there be so much fairness in war? If one day we encounter aliens or rebellious pocket empires with weapons we can't imagine, can we not fight? As my descendants, are you so fragile?" Dorn stood up and shouted. "Besides, we haven't lost yet."

Dorn, before the battle began, had already realized that certain aspects of the enemy's tactics were unstoppable. With firepower comparable, their mobility vastly superior, it was truly impossible to fight. Consequently, Dorn had already stockpiled a vast supply of supplies before the battle began. If he were to go fully defensive now, the Space Wolves would have a difficult time defeating him within the allotted timeframe. However, Dorn, dissatisfied with the idea of ​​dragging the battle into garbage time, decided to try again: reveal his position and use himself as bait in an ambush, hoping Russ would fall for it. If this plan failed, Dorn would have no choice but to lead his legion on the defensive, holding out until the battle's end.

"We will follow your orders, Master Primarch." Everyone bowed.

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"Father, we have found traces of your brother." A wolf guard reported to Rus.

"Has it finally come to this?" Russ stood up from his throne, a smile playing on his lips. Under the onslaught of the Bear Gunships and the Rapid Assault Legion, the Imperial Fists' logistics had been essentially severed. After all, their mobility advantage was too significant. As Anaxus had said, the technological configurations of both sides were simply unfair.

"If you wish, all the Bear gunships and their attached aircraft can regroup within three hours and launch an assault on the target. Even if we are facing a trap, we still have a good chance of winning." An Iron Priest said after calculating the strength of both sides.

"This is an opportunity, a chance to avoid a stalemate." Some of the solutions Dorn could come up with were actually also thought of by Russ. The 7th Legion's defensive prowess was well known. And Russ was unwilling to let a potentially winnable battle fall into a stalemate. Both Russ and Dorn were the type to pursue a perfect victory. They were both trying to avoid the battle entering garbage time.

"Let's follow plan No. 3. I will give my brother a surprise." Ruth said after thinking for a while.

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"Primarch, your brother and his forces are here!" Anaxus reported to Dorn. "He's leading a rapid strike force through our lines. A large number of Bear gunships have appeared, some already deployed, gradually driving our air force out of this area. However, a considerable number of gunships are still waiting."

"He's waiting for my final entrance," Dorn said. Ultimately, the location Dorn chose for the decisive battle wasn't one that was absolutely advantageous to him, and the terrain here did make it somewhat inconvenient for the Imperial Fists' heavily armored units and Titans to maneuver. But in the end, Dorn still chose this place despite all objections. After all, if he had chosen an area that was perfectly suited for the deployment of his heavy armored forces, Russ might not have come. Even if the Bear gunships could fight the Titans on equal terms, the rapid strike force couldn't compete with the regular heavy armored forces.

"Let's follow the plan and go!" After saying this, Dorn took the guards to the field in person, and then the ultimate power of both sides finally began to really collide.

"A Titan squad has been discovered in Area 3, consisting of three Warlords and two Reavers. They have taken control of the surrounding area and are currently covering the main force of the Imperial Fists Legion in their attack on the Primarch's forces."

"Understood. The Stormbringer squadron will carry out the attack mission and destroy these giants."

When the Titans stepped onto the battlefield, groups of Bear gunships also joined the battle. The Titan-level weapons of both sides continued to fire. On the ground, Dorn prepared a large number of heavy anti-aircraft missiles specifically for these aerial behemoths. Countless missiles flew towards the target with flames.

At this time, the active and passive defense systems installed by Lucius Forge World for the Bear gunship played a huge role in facing missiles. Whether it was electronic interference or interception with defensive lasers and ammunition, it made it very difficult for the Imperial Fists Legion, which had a firepower advantage, to fight. They had higher output but could not kill the opponent.

At this time, while the Titan-class units of both sides were fighting fiercely, on the ground, a fierce battle broke out between the heavy troops of the Imperial Fists and the fast troops of Russ. The Imperial Fists had the advantage in numbers, but the latter used mobility and terrain to entangle with the opponent.

"Your brothers are dead. Their troops have the upper hand and are even about to cut off our route of retreat. If we don't send the Bear gunships to support us, our situation will be very bad." After more than ten hours of fierce fighting, a guard said to Russ.

"Is our Bear gunship in good condition?" Russ asked.

"It's not bad. At least, the loss is much smaller than we expected." said the servant.

"Very good, our mission has been accomplished. Look at the opposite legion, they have been tightly entangled with us. Even if they want to retreat, it will take a long time. Now, we can still hold on for a while by using the complex terrain. Tell all air units to retreat immediately according to the plan. Tell Heimdall and others on the Mokai defense line to cooperate with the gunship troops to launch a counterattack and completely defeat Dorne's troops on the front line!" Rus said with a smile.

Finally, after five hours, the battle situation became clear. Leaving behind minimal defenses, the swarms of Bear gunships quickly departed, leaving Russ and a large number of ground forces trapped in the complex, hilly terrain. They were entangled with the Imperial Fists, making it difficult to separate them, even crippling the Titans in the distance. Seizing the opportunity when Dorn concentrated his true strength there, the Space Wolves heavy troops on the Morkai Line, along with the swarms of Bear gunships, launched a combined assault, inflicting heavy damage on the already exhausted Imperial Fists frontline. Furthermore, due to their lack of mobility, this collapse was unstoppable, leaving them no chance to retreat and regroup!

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"My lord, our front-line troops have been severely damaged and suffered heavy casualties. Our main force is now tied up here. The Space Wolves' frontal legion launched an attack on our position under the cover of a large number of Bear gunships." Sigismund, his face covered in smoke, reported to Dorn.

"So, are we lost?" Dorn analyzed the situation. The front had collapsed, and the main defense line was useless due to a lack of sufficient troops. He and his main force were stuck in the quagmire here. Even if he wanted to evacuate, it was too late. He knew his brothers were just across the way, no more than 5 kilometers away, and his troops only needed two more hours to capture the area. In the air, the last Bear gunship was shot down. The Imperial Fists' air force had become the master of this sky.

"Okay, that's it. Tell father that we lost." Dawn sighed.

"We can try to capture the opposing Primarch!" said Sigismund.

"The Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves can open a portal and deploy the Warlord Titan directly from high orbit to the ground. So think about it, do the Rune Priests beside my brother have the ability to open a door to allow my brother and the remaining Space Wolves to leave smoothly?" Dorn asked in return.

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

Chapter 175 The relationship gradually becomes harmonious

Ultimately, Dorn attempted a final assault. Everyone, including the Primarch, always has a glimmer of hope. After all, if Russ hadn't prepared to flee, Dorn would have won! However, Russ, of course, didn't disappoint his brother. Before Dorn could personally arrive, with the help of a rune priest, he led his men through a portal and fled. Needless to say, the collapse of the front lines led to a lack of manpower, a lack of defense, and Dorn's final defeat.

After the exercise concluded, the two Primarchs, having shaken off their battle dust, and the Legion's warriors returned to the Phalanx. Within a vast hangar aboard the Phalanx, the two sides met once again. As a Primarch-level meeting, the scene was undeniably spectacular. Besides the Legion's ceremonial guards and equipment, the Mechanicus' Titans and the Space Wolves' Bear gunships had also arrived. Next, the two sides engaged in a post-battle exchange, inspecting each other's equipment and discussing tactics and other matters.

After the exercise, the relationship between the two sides became harmonious. After all, before the exercise, the Imperial Fists had some dislike for the Space Wolves. This was because their views on discipline and psionics were often at odds. From the Primarch down to the officers and soldiers, everyone had a certain dislike for the Space Wolves.

In fact, in terms of compatibility, if the Iron Hands and the Space Wolves had met in such an occasion, they would definitely have gotten along worse with each other. However, the timing of Balder's meeting with Ferrus was better, and he did help the Tenth Legion a lot. All this won the respect of Ferrus and the Iron Hands. Once the first impression was good, the interactions between them went smoothly, and everyone could tolerate some things they didn't like.

However, after the exercise, the VII Legion's attitude toward the Space Wolves shifted somewhat. As legionnaires, they understood that victory or defeat was everything in the military. Despite their previous disdain for the Space Wolves, in this engagement, a loss was a loss. As Dorn had said, whether it was superior equipment or the use of psychic powers, there was no excuse for their defeat. Regardless of the future, this time, the Space Wolves had proven their superiority. With the Emperor guaranteeing that the Space Wolves' psychic powers were within bounds, that was their strength, not their weakness. In an army, winner takes all.

What about the Space Wolves? Their thinking was rather different. In fact, they didn't really care about the Imperial Fists' attitude towards them. After all, they thought, what did it matter if you didn't care? You lost on the training grounds, both times, which clearly proved that we were superior. After their victory, the Space Wolves didn't much care about the opponent's attitude. Furthermore, in the eyes of the Space Wolves' high command, the VII Legion had done a good job, and their victory was due to their equipment advantage and the opponent's inability to deal with psychic powers.

Furthermore, the officers and soldiers selected for this exchange were instructed to keep a low profile, so there would be no provocations against friendly forces. The only regret for the Wolf Cub was that they didn't get to have another go at it over the wine table with these guys! Regardless, the exchange between the two sides was quite harmonious.

"Do you like it?" Russ asked, pointing to the Bear gunship on the tarmac in the distance. Meanwhile, a group of Imperial Fists officers and soldiers, led by a Space Wolves Iron Chaplain, were inspecting the massive war machine. The two Primarchs tacitly left their guards at a distance. Russ's first words surprised Dorn.

"Very good equipment. Its addition has dramatically changed the way the Legion fights," Dorn said, taken aback for a moment. Russ could sense a hint of envy in Dorn's expression and movements.

"These are for you." Russ raised his chin and said.

"?!" Dorn was stunned. Clearly, the Emperor hadn't directly given Dorn the Custodians' Bear gunship. Russ had been given the task. He couldn't possibly let the Emperor handle the task after Russ had given him something. If that happened, the Traveler would be deeply displeased.

"Aren't you from the Seventh Legion? I'll give you seven." Rus said with a smile.

"Why? What will it cost us?" Dorn asked. "As far as I know, the only legions currently equipped with Bear gunships are the Space Wolves and the Iron Hands. The Iron Hands are able to equip them because of their mutual technical support. The Custodians also have only a small number of them."

"Contribute? Then let us fulfill our mutual responsibilities," Russ said, glancing at Dorn. "Dorn, we have many brothers, and each has his own responsibilities. Horus considers himself a prince, Fulgrim and his Legion are the Imperial Guard. Ferrus is the Imperial artisan and battering ram, Krakos guards the Empire from the shadows, and I am my father's vassal. And you, Dorn, if nothing unexpected happens, you will be one of the Emperor's Guards. Those Custodians are too few, and the Emperor needs a powerful Legion to accompany him, and the Imperial Fists are such a Legion. As such, you must be powerful enough. Don't let the xenos look down on us," Russ said, half serious and half joking.

"Will these Bear gunboats be equipped to other legions?" Dorn asked.

"Yes in the future, but the prerequisite is that our needs are met first. The production capacity of the Legion's forging world is limited." Russ gave an ambiguous answer.

"Then on behalf of the Seventh Legion, I thank you, my brother." A smile appeared on Dorn's face. Although Dorn was a straightforward and stubborn person, he was still very happy when his brother showed kindness.

He wondered if it was the Emperor's fault that his brother had provided this equipment, but after some thought, he concluded that Russ's willingness to provide it was the primary reason. He knew that Horus was the Emperor's favorite son, and Russ had not provided the Luna Wolves with similar equipment. Clearly, Russ had the final say over this equipment. And the Emperor certainly wouldn't force Russ to do something he didn't want to do. Furthermore, Dorn didn't think his father was someone who would take advantage of others. After all, he had once intended to give the Mountain Phalanx to the Emperor, but the Emperor had refused and returned it to him.

"Let's just leave it at that. Everyone, play your roles well. In the future, if there's a need for cooperation, just work happily together," Russ said. Regarding Dorn, Russ's approach was simple: to maintain a friendly relationship. He didn't intend to become too involved with him; after all, Dorn was a bit too abrupt. Their differing perspectives on certain issues also made it difficult for them to become true friends.

For example, the Seventh Legion will carry out the orders of the Empire without compromise. Note that it is the orders of the Empire, which includes the orders of the Imperial bureaucracy. For example, the Seventh Legion will set up a recruitment point on a planet of the Empire, but they will not interfere in the management of the planet.

But Russ and the VI Legion were different. They often dealt with injustices, including, but not limited to, helping their mortal auxiliaries collect their wages, or causing the unexpected disappearance of greedy and brutal individuals. In short, the Space Wolves had a very bad relationship with some of the Terran bureaucracy. Many Terran high-ranking officials accused the Space Wolves of interfering in the governance of the Imperium. Russ's response was simple: "I obey the Emperor and the Sigillite. I don't know Terran bureaucracy."

However, faced with this situation, the Terran bureaucrats had no better solution. After all, the Emperor and the Sigillite would never reprimand a Primarch for such a small matter. And if they resorted to underhanded tactics... that was the Legion!

Dorn and Ruth had a private conversation about this. Dorn said they were all soldiers and should be isolated from politics. Ruth's response was simple: "I just don't like them, and they do have a way to die." And then, somehow, they disappeared...

It was clear that Dorn disagreed with Russ's approach. Of course, he wouldn't interfere in such matters. The two sides exchanged opinions amicably, and then each went their separate ways.

"You once said that you are the coach of the Empire. Perhaps in the future, you will conduct similar exercises with other legions. This time, the Space Wolves Legion did not try its best." Dorn said with a smile.

"Are you talking about my ally? He's a really nice guy, very capable and with a good personality. If you can ignore his psychic powers, he's also a very good craftsman, commander and ruler. Perhaps, you'll have more topics to talk about, after all, you're both quite knowledgeable." Russ spared no effort to introduce his brother to Dorn.

"I look forward to meeting him," Dorn said.

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If the conversation between Russ and Dorn was considered normal, then the communication between the two legionnaires seemed to have deviated somewhat. After all, Dorn had too many things to consider. Meanwhile, the legionnaires on both sides were concerned with a simple matter: whether certain things or theories were practical.

"Unfair fellow!" Plexiglas said unconvincedly, looking at Surt. In the first exercise, Plexiglas single-handedly killed five Space Wolves. And just as he was about to make it six against Surt, several steel needles suddenly shot out from both sides of his helmet. Although they had been embrittled and wouldn't penetrate the power armor, it was clear that Surt had taken Plexiglas's head during the exercise...

"No way, no way, you are not going to argue with the aliens, are you? When facing aliens, shouldn't we just do whatever is convenient?" Surt had an exaggerated expression, causing the surrounding Space Wolves to burst into laughter.

"You guys have too many rules. In war, victory is the most important thing. In fact, I just don't like so-called fighting. No matter how hard you practice, you can still be killed by a plasma bullet. What you practice in daily training is different from what you use on the battlefield." Surt continued to talk nonsense.

"Isn't it because you are not good at close combat?" Polux snorted coldly.

"Of course, that's also the reason," Surt said, stunned for a moment before nodding slightly. And it was precisely these words that suddenly changed the tense atmosphere between the two sides. After all, in the Space Wolves' view, their performance in close combat was indeed inferior, and there was nothing to be ashamed of in admitting their shortcomings. After being taught a lesson countless times by Sejanus and his men, many Space Wolves had become indifferent.

Besides, it's not like the Space Wolves can't really produce any one-on-one contenders. Don't they still have Baldur? He's the ultimate in one-on-one combat for Legionnaires. And for the average Riot player, they feel like these guys, while foul-mouthed, are genuinely honest and the kind you can get along with...

And then, when the two sides got along with each other, some of the little experiences they exchanged with each other really opened the eyes of the veterans of the Imperial Fists!

"See this little thing? We call it a whistle," Surt said, pointing to a small device on a Martian plasma pistol. "We added it ourselves. Once installed, it monitors the plasma gun's capacitance, heat generation, and heat dissipation. When it lights up yellow, it means the gun needs at least half an hour to cool down. If it lights up red and makes a whistling sound, your best bet is to throw it like a plasma bomb."

"Is this even possible?" Pollux's eyes widened. Plasma weapons were powerful, but unstable. There were many cases of plasma overheating and self-destruction in the Legion. This thing might seem insignificant, but it could actually save lives in a critical moment.

"Is this thing reliable?" asked Pollux.

"Here's a sample. You can take it back and test it." Surt pulled something out of his pocket. "The Seventh Legion should have quite a bit of spoils, right? We can trade if necessary. Remember this sign: we're from Wangwang Workshop." Surt also tried to attract clients for his company's Iron Priests; after all, there was a commission involved!

"You can also do this?" Pollux was stunned. He didn't expect that the Space Wolves were so open-minded in private. There were even small groups within the legion who made these things for extra money!

"I'm just sitting around anyway. Those Iron Priests have a lot of good stuff. All the stuff we receive at the workshop will be appraised and evaluated by the relevant departments. Only after it's confirmed safe will it be released to the Legion. It's very safe." Surt glanced at them and took Plax to a corner. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled a plasma pistol from his waistband.

Chapter 176 Thoughts Opened

"Brother, I see you have a lot of potential, so I'd like to be your friend." Surt gestured at the master-crafted plasma gun in his hand. "This Iron Islands-made Frost Plasma Gun has over 130% the output of common Martian models, and its range is at least % longer. And it never overheats! This thing is a hot commodity in other legions, and it comes with all the necessary paperwork. If there's any problem, we can exchange it directly with the Space Wolves. Do me a favor, and I'll give it to you!"

"This is a bribe!" Polux shouted.

"What are you talking about? It's obviously a gift exchange between officers and soldiers of the legion! How can it be a bribe? We have to write a report and make a backup in both legions. This weapon is for you, and it also comes with a warranty card." Surt said righteously.

"The higher-ups won't accept this kind of behavior," Pollux snorted, but her tone was no longer as firm.

"Come with me." Surt felt tired, and then pulled Polux towards a Bear gunship in the distance, where Heimdall was discussing something with Anaxus.

"No problem. First of all, thank you for your generosity. The VII Legion does possess some alien war machines, and the Primarch has already agreed to provide samples for our allies. We'll proceed with the relevant work later." From a distance, Plexiglas heard her respected Terran commander speak so generously to Heimdall. With the endorsement of both Primarchs, their communication immediately became legal and compliant...

After all, the Space Wolves had given away a batch of flying Titans and a ton of other equipment for free, so Dorn had to give something back. Ordinary Imperial currency or armaments clearly wouldn't suffice for the Legion. So, they could only exchange rare goods. Dorn considered it, and decided that rather than letting the Mechanicus get away with it, exchanging it with their fellow Legions was a good option.

"Hiss... Huh..." Polux took a deep breath and then exhaled. After taking a deep breath, it seemed that his whole body became brighter.

"I have sorted out some things. If you need to find relevant personnel to understand the situation, please be sure to contact me." Pollux said righteously.

"Sure, sure." Surt handed the exquisitely crafted plasma gun to Plaxus and then took her to a shooting range. Someone asked, "Why go to the shooting range?" Of course, to inspect the goods! The Space Wolves are trustworthy!

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"What a fine gun!" After hammering twelve reinforced target plates into pools of liquid metal, Polux stroked the plasma gun in her hand and exclaimed in admiration. The entire gun remained at room temperature, and the rate of fire and shooting feel were excellent. The accuracy was also excellent, and the extra range was effectively converted into effective range.

"What do you usually do?" Pollux asked as he put away the plasma gun in his hand.

"Normal training, weapon maintenance, and at the same time, seeing if I can get something from the Iron Priest next door. Also, I'll occasionally take on some private work or figure out something." Surt thought about his daily life and said.

"You guys are... so bold." Originally, Pollux was going to say that the other party was unscrupulous.

"That's it. We are warriors, but if we always put ourselves under heavy pressure, something bad will happen sooner or later. So, except for some key things that cannot be touched, the rest can be done casually." Surt looked indifferent.

"I thought you guys just drank and ate meat in your spare time." Pollux said with a smile.

"We started out that way, too, but things have changed since then," Surte said with emotion. "Later, we had a promotion system within the Legion. Completing extra missions earned you better stuff, even custom equipment. Bigger, more powerful stuff! Don't you like that? I started out as a regular soldier, then a few months later I got a Terminator, and before that, I drove an Iron Wolf. As long as you work hard, there's room for advancement. Everyone's so competitive." Surte sighed, reflecting on how hard it had been for him to get to the top.

"So what about you now?" Pollux asked curiously.

"Now, my brothers and I are affiliated with the rapid assault team under Dalian. We are assigned to a Bear gunship." said Surt.

"Then I wish you a promotion, big brother." Pollax stood in awe. After all, the air force was paid better than the infantry and armored troops. Those who drove Titans were superior to the Skitarii below them! Pollax believed that after the Imperial Fists acquired the Bear gunship, the internal competition to select an elite force must have been fierce, even brutal! No legionnaire could resist the allure of such a big toy.