Chapter 173

Six huge horns roared sharply and hoarsely together, and the deafening roar echoed in the airport.

After that, their hoarse roar slowly disappeared, like the dim roar of ancient giants gradually disappearing into myth, followed by sharp Music - two hundred silver trumpets and horns played a lively and triumphant music.

Dressed in ceremonial armor, soshyan and Mazar stand on the platform like demigods in thunder clouds, which is the northern entrance of the airport.

For this grand occasion, the beams of the dome were covered with the flags of two battle regiments, and there were also many flags of Imperial troops on both sides.

Guliman took a deep breath. He heard the gate rising.

The time is coming.

The roar of trumpets shocked the four sides, and a ray of artificial sunlight sprinkled on the exquisite stone carvings.

Then, in the squeaking and rubbing sound of the metal gate, the distant sea of stars appeared in front of soshyan, followed by the man——

Malakin emerged from the shadow, without a helmet, expressionless

His long blond hair fluttered in the artificial breeze, so beautiful, so melancholy, so unpredictable.

The battle leader of the mourner clamped his helmet in the bend of his left arm and walked forward at a perfect pace.

His most important adjutant followed suit on both sides. The soldier held a power spear in front of him with both hands, and there was a pale skull at the end of the spear handle.

The shoulder armor of all soldiers is covered with black-and-white masseg, with a tearful blood red heart on it.

In a later position, he was the flag bearer of the battle regiment. He held up a tearful flag in a proud attitude consistent with their shoulder emblem.

They walked up the stairs into the square and across the spaceport, hardly responding to the cheering soldiers along the way.

There was no expression on Lord Mazar's face when he saw the people who appeared, but all those close to him could feel his undisguised disgust.

Soshyan showed a 100 percent welcome attitude.

He stepped off the platform to meet the wailing procession.

But he stopped before he took a few steps.

Because he noticed the soft sound of the blade across the scabbard.

Then he went on towards him.

"I'm malakin rofos."

The war leader of the mourner opened his mouth. His salute was more like nodding and greeting. At the same time, his left hand held a shining blade out of the scabbard.

"Welcome, I'm sohyan Alexei."

Soshyan said, holding malakin's hand.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I heard how many warships are you traveling with?"

"Our regiment carrier and two frigates."

Malakin's voice was lukewarm.

"That's all."

"I still welcome you with brotherhood."

Soshyang said, releasing his hand, with a rather regretful tone.

"But you came to me with a weapon in your hand?"

"Yes, but my other hand is empty. We don't know what's in your brotherhood, Lord of star knights, so I have an empty hand and a sword."

"What do you think of it now?"

"I think it's good..."

Malakin said in a disappointed tone:

"... at least it's not the trap I'm worried about. I know many people want to kill us and show their loyalty to the emperor by eliminating traitors."

"I have never regarded you as traitors. Although those things have happened... I believe in the loyalty and courage of the son of holy les."

"Really, but I noticed the tone of your voice, which reminds me of a person."

The name came out of malakin's mouth like the hiss of a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to spit out a foul word.

"Huron, he deceived us with brotherhood."

"I know something about the rebellion."

Soshyan nodded heavily.

The wailer battle group, as a sub group of the Holy Blood angel, once had 2 combat barges, 9 strike cruisers and 22 frigates. Such a void force was stronger than most battle groups.

But now they have only one lone combat barge and two frigates left.

What caused all this really came from a great rebellion a few years ago.

It is also the largest astat rebellion since the Horus rebellion. The person who caused this rebellion is really Huron in malakin's mouth, truf Huron, the battle leader of the star claw battle regiment.

The rebellion broke out from m41.901 and completely ended in 912, which happened to be the year when the star knight was destroyed on the world engine.

The cause of the rebellion originated from Huron's dictatorship in the great vortex region and his resistance to the 11 taxes. Lord telagou could not tolerate a War Regiment challenging the authority of the Empire, so a large-scale war lasted more than ten years broke out.

The war involved dozens of astat battle groups before and after. Some of them joined Huron's camp to fight with the battle groups loyal to Tara for the sake of defending astat's dignity and allies (compared with Abaddon, Huron was really called timely rain. Brother Gongming was famous for his justice and hospitality before the rebellion and attracted some battle groups).

The mourners were such a regiment that unfortunately stood in the wrong team.

This wrong standing in line made them fall into a tragic outcome. In 909, the regiment encountered an ambush when fighting with the Minotaur regiment, the main fleet was almost completely destroyed, and the storm daughter, one of the two combat barges, was taken away.

In desperation, the mourners can only choose to surrender.

After the war, they had less than 300 soldiers left.

The reason why they stood in the wrong team is very sad and ridiculous. Because the War Regiment was established during the curse and army building, it has always been excluded by other war regiments and imperial forces, and can not be treated fairly. Only Huron is willing to be brothers with them.

Without any interests, it is purely out of "Brotherhood".

It is this desire to be recognized and accepted that blinded them and finally came to the opposite of the Empire.

The only thing to be thankful for is that their loyalty to the Empire remained unchanged, which gave them a chance to redeem after their surrender.

Under the ruling of the trial court, they were confiscated most of their property and punished for a hundred year atonement expedition to the dangerous frontier.

The atonement expedition is a common punishment for astat by the Empire. The battle regiment sent for the atonement expedition will usually be confiscated from the home star, and then go to the most dangerous battle situation, and will not receive any recruits and supplies during the expedition.

This punishment is the best outcome for the mourners, because they themselves are ship based combat regiments.

However, the loss of personnel and fleet is still heavy, and what's more terrible is that the already bad reputation of Wailers has become worse - all the battle groups they encounter openly despise them.

This blow to self-esteem is the root of the pain of Wailers.

They remain loyal, but they are not recognized by anyone.