Chapter 428 Legion Era: Vacant Position

Reina was studying the data tablet in her hands with concentration. It contained an overview of the entire Imperial Expeditionary Fleet and the three Primaris Space Marine Chapter fleets, their supplies, fuel, ammunition reserves, and relevant information on ships of all levels. , a useful briefing board.

But whenever Reina was about to read more deeply, she would always be interrupted by a burst of cheers. Lo and behold, the cheers came again now, interrupting Reina's thoughts in an instant.

She raised her head and looked in front of her slightly annoyed. The captain cleared his throat and put the data pad on his knees. Her straight woolen breeches were stretched straight under the squeeze of her buttocks, showing off her uneven curves. Brilliantly, "This is a very detailed briefing, Admiral Cole, and I think I understand it."

"You're welcome, Captain Reyna, but you should thank Bell for giving this briefing." Cole gestured to Bell, who was leaning under the stepped bench where the two captains were sitting. , leaning against Roman and chatting.

"You're welcome, two captains, it's my honor." Bell raised his iron fist in salute to Reina, who also smiled and nodded to him.

"With 387 warships, plus 901 logistics supplies, occupying the security and transportation fleet, you manage such a huge fleet in such an orderly manner, Cole, it's amazing."

"Excuse me, Captain Reyna. This is not an honor for me alone. Without the cooperation of my colleagues in the Imperial Navy and the help of Bell, I would have been crazy. As well as my first mate Anna, they all It helped a lot.”

When Cole spoke, Bell below also nodded affirmatively. He raised his head slightly and looked at the two people sitting above, "I suggest Captain Cole refer to and abide by the contents of the Holy Scripture. It will provide a lot of help. I highly recommend it." The entire staff."

"Indeed, Bell, your Holy Code is all-encompassing. I have benefited a lot from its content on the management of expeditionary fleets and logistics. It is indeed an excellent military code, almost comparable to the Marshal's War Code."

Cole's approval made Bell smile. He was happy to see more people willing to accept the Codex Astartes, the collection compiled by his genetic father. Any ultramarine would be proud at this moment.

Reina glanced at the data pad on her knees. She was full of curiosity about the holy book. "After listening to your words, I really want to see the holy book. Chapter Commander Bell, can you lend me a copy?" "Just call me Bell and I will give you a copy. I believe you will use it."

"That's a great military code. It contains everything we need. I suggest you start with the fleet management part." Before Bell could finish his words, he was interrupted by another round of cheers, and he turned his head. I went to see the cheering Black Mane Wolf and the Sword of Order warriors.

They gathered around the ring in the center of the hall, and the warriors wearing wolf fur and knightly uniforms stood together. Everyone cheered for the competition going on in the ring, and every punch would lead to a new cheer. Voice.

Vito walked out from the crowd of cheering warriors. He looked at the wolf and lion wrestling with each other in the ring and smiled jokingly, "How long have they been fighting?"

"It's been an hour, and it looks like the fight will continue." Roman, who was leaning next to Bell, raised the wine glass in his hand and saluted Vito. He, like the other black-maned wolves around him, was holding wine, Vito He also walked over with a smile on his face as the wine foam spilled as he kept raising his arms and cheering.

"Looks like it. I hope they don't lose an arm or a leg tonight. And, hello Roman, we haven't seen each other for a long time before today."

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." Roman said, taking a glass of wine from the huge tray in the valet's hand. He handed it to Vito, who naturally took it and took a sip. The spiciness of the extremely strong Fenris wine made Vito cry out in a low voice.

"Huh, Fenris's wine is still so refreshing." "After all, it's us who drink it, not the wine drank by those sissies from the Dark Angels." The two of them clinked their glasses as they spoke, "But now you have to fight with the Sons of Lion We fought side by side, and it seems that you get along well."

As Vito spoke, another burst of cheers came from behind. The members of the two war groups shouted loudly for the punch in the ring. The warriors of the two war groups between the Black Mane Wolf and the Order hugged each other's shoulders. , each raised the Fenris wine and wine in their hands, cheered and laughed, and they were intimate.

"Lancelot is an excellent warrior and a good man. This is impeccable. The same is true for the members of his regiment. I am honored to entrust my back to them." Roman said, looking at the ring. He smiled as he shouted, "Only if Ragnar doesn't knock him over."

Vito glanced back and laughed. He held the wine glass and leaned against the shelf of the coat. His head was close to Reina's feet. "I didn't have time to introduce you before, but now I have the honor." Let me introduce you to our friends.”

He said and pointed to Roman beside him, "This is Roman, the former Space Wolf and the current deputy leader of the Black Mane Wolf Chapter."

"In fact, most of the time I think I am the chapter leader. After all, Ragnar doesn't care about anything except fighting, but it's an honor, captain." Roman smiled at Raina with a smile that was both Fenrisian bold and noble. Nodding, that friendly smile made Reina involuntarily want to nod to him.

"And this is Bell, the Ultramarines and pharmacist, our most reliable technical officer and the great scholar who always talks a lot." Vito said, poking Bell with his elbow, who also chuckled and nodded to Reina, "We are already familiar with each other, no need for too much introduction."

"Ha, believe me Renata, you will really get to know him later, and there are others. People are often different from when they introduce themselves, either good or bad." "Then I believe it is good, and I am happy to cooperate with you in the future, Bell." "Me too, Captain Reina."

Vito leaned his hand on the bench, he raised his finger and pointed to the square ring surrounded by a circle of warriors in the center of the hall in front, and there was another cheer, "The one who waved his fist is Ragnar, the Space Wolf, and the current Black Mane Wolf Chapter Master, if he can be called that, a crazy wolf who is always careless and likes to pick a fight. "

"And drinking, you will get used to the taste of wine that will never disappear from Ragnar's mouth." Roman said as he took a sip of wine, and then he smiled again, "Or rather, you have to get used to all of us."

"Don't worry Roman, I have fought side by side with Space Wolves before, and I can adapt to the taste." Reina dragged her chin, one of her legs was raised, and her elbow was supported on it, "What about the one who was knocked to the ground and is now ready to fight back?"

"Ah, that's Lancelot, the Dark Angel, and Ragnar's bad friend." As Vito said this, Lancelot had already launched a counterattack. He punched Ragnar in the chin, and the latter fell back to the ground, arousing cheers from the surroundings.

But Ragnar, who was lying on the ground, looked over intentionally or unintentionally. He showed his fangs and smiled at Reina, "Hello, beautiful lady."

Ragnar was still greeting, and Lancelot had already rushed up again. The two of them pounced on each other and rolled around on the ground, punching and kicking each other. They rolled around like two big children, rolling around in front of the entire war group of their subordinates and cursing at each other.

"You Caliban orange cat, take my punch!" "Fuck you, Fenris mad dog, take my kick!" The two of them laughed at each other, and each of their punches would arouse the cheers of the surrounding warriors. The brothers of the two war groups raised their glasses to each other and cheered for their war group leaders.

Reina smiled and greeted Ragnar. She suddenly recalled something in her mind, "I remember that Lord Ryan and Lord Liman also rolled on the ground like this, right?" "Yes, they are really like their father, although Lancelot is much more cheerful than Ryan was back then."

Vito looked at the two cats and dogs rolling around. Their current movements were the same as when Ryan and Liman fought in Vito's memory. The two primarchs wrestled with each other in the mud in front of their entire legion for a whole day, from sunrise to sunset, and now the two in front of them were wrestling and rolling around in front of their entire regiment.

The surrounding warriors watched them and laughed, cheering for their own regiment leaders, but in the process, their regiments had formed a solid bond. In the fight, the brotherhood was consolidated in the most sincere way. You punched me and I kicked each other, greeted each other's ancestors and laughed, which was more effective than any literary words of praise.

"In addition to these two weirdos, there are three friends, Eisenstein and Loken. They are not here, but I believe they will be back soon." "Loken is still alive?"

Reina asked in surprise. She put down her legs and stood forward. Vito crossed his arms and smiled, "They are alive and well. No one can kill the Moon Wolf. In the near future, they will be reborn from the ashes."

"By the way, where is the old wolf? Olaf is not here?" Vito suddenly remembered and asked. How could he forget the old wolf? The most reliable one among these four weirdos.

It was Roman who answered Vito. He held the wine glass with the warrior beside him and took a big sip. After rolling down his stomach, he burped, "The old wolf left with a hunting group and went to a planet outside the solar system to hunt the remaining midnight lords after the solar system war."

"In fact, I am quite surprised that it is not Olaf who will be your warband leader, but this one." After saying this, Vito looked at Ragnar rolling over the ground.

"In fact, we all thought that Olaf would be the warband leader, and he also voluntarily left the warband, but in the end Olaf took the initiative to announce that he would not compete for the position of warband leader and recommended Ragnar to everyone."

"Why?" Vito asked, and Roman shrugged, "He said that Ragnar is more suitable to be the leader of the wolf pack than him. He is born to be so, and he is still talking. Who knows?"

Vito looked at Ragnar who was hit in the side of the face by Lancelot's punch, then stepped back a few steps, laughed and hit back. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, but it did not affect his hearty laughter at all.

"It would be better if Olaf was the warband leader. Ragnar is too stubborn. He refuses any of my suggestions." Bell said angrily.

"I have suggested to him many times to organize the warband according to the organization of the holy book, but he always howled and made me unable to finish my words. Roman, you must convince him. Such an unorganized and undisciplined state must be rectified."

"Then I wish you good luck. Maybe next time he is in a good mood after killing thousands of greenskins, he may listen to what you have to say." Roman smiled and raised his glass to Bell, who sighed helplessly. Vito glanced at the Ultramarine beside him, laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, not all wolves are so stubborn. You can convince the other one first." "What do you mean?"

Bell asked in surprise, while Vito raised his hand and pointed at the four chapter flags hanging on the wall, and his power claw pointed at the empty space on the side.