Martin Variety in American Comics

Boom, boom, boom!

The Ultramarines, wearing power armor that could instantly crush mortals into meat paste, walked briskly and completed tactical actions in an instant, surrounded Martin, pointed the tip of the sword at their captain, but hesitated to take action.

"I'm waiting for you to take action, don't waste time, boys!"

Martin just stood there easily, opened his arms, and even threw away his sword, but exuded invisible pressure.

The recruits all knew Martin's legendary story, and subconsciously felt that he must have a deep meaning for doing this, so they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Our time is precious. Since you are reluctant to act, let me do it!"

Martin said, and the whole person had already rushed out, wearing heavy power armor, like a walking steel fortress.

At the same time as he took action, the Ultramarines surrounding him also took action. The four warriors closest to Martin pounced on Martin at the same time, trying to grab his limbs.

Martin jumped into the air, the jetpack gave out force, his body suddenly stopped, and he jumped out of the gap surrounded by four soldiers. He kicked his legs and kicked away the two soldiers who tried to grab his legs. Then he raised his hands and used the force of his weight to elbow the two soldiers who grabbed his arms.

Boom!

The two soldiers' heads were directly embedded in the ground by the elbows. Even through the helmets, they saw stars and temporarily lost their combat ability.

"Go, for the Emperor!"

Martin easily dealt with the four soldiers, and touched the Berserker gene inherited by the Ultramarines from Papa Smurf. He raised his long sword and rushed towards his captain from all directions.

"It's over, it's completely over!"

Sidonus stood in the stands, looking at the recruits who rushed towards Martin, and shook his head slowly: "These guys are so reckless, completely ignoring tactical coordination, and they were still hung up and beaten by the captain."

In terms of combat quality, these soldiers who became space warriors after decades of time are not bad. But they were used to the team's fighting style, two or three in a group. If the number exceeded this, they could not cooperate tacitly and acted, which caused great flaws.

Martin seized their shortcomings and brought the performance of the Mark X power armor on his body to the extreme. He used every part of his body as a weapon and eliminated one group after another.

Ten minutes later, the training ground was full of defeated Ultramarines. Martin wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved to the stands.

"Come on, take these little guys back to the dormitory. When they wake up, if they still have any opinions, I will train them separately."

The warbands under the various Primarchs of the Empire were all influenced by the Primarchs and had strong personal styles.

Guilliman came from a relatively normal world, so the only shortcoming of the Ultramarines, besides the inherent arrogance of the Angels of Death, was their extreme admiration for violence and order.

Of course, these shortcomings were not worth mentioning compared with the bloodthirst and mutations of other warbands.

The veteran jumped down from the stands and carried the knocked-out recruit on his shoulders. He had already made up a joke for these people.

"After being beaten up by you, the captain, if there are still people who don't obey, they are pure fools."

Sidonus also jumped to Martin's side and joked with these recruits.

The Space Marines believed in the Astartes Codex compiled by Guilliman, but only one thing.

Veterans who have fought several battles will make targeted changes according to the battlefield they face. Only the big soldiers will think that the Codex cannot be changed at all.

Martin smiled and said, "You have to swing your fists and talk about the reasons. Let them know why you do this, so that the company can have some new changes."

He was not in a hurry to promote administrative work. The soldiers have lived in the cesspool of the Warhammer world for dozens or hundreds of years, and they have long stopped believing in hope.

Only by letting them see another way of life with their own eyes can they better persuade these people to give up their extreme actions.

After the training ground was cleared, Martin turned to the adjutant and asked, "How is the logistics of the warship? How much normal food is left?"

After the transformation, the digestive system of the Space Marines is different from that of ordinary people. Even if they drink gasoline, eat wood and stones, they can survive. However, the Astra Militarum are ordinary people and cannot live without food.

Every time the fleet enters the long-distance voyage, a pile of nutritious porridge, canned food and various unspeakable pre-prepared foods will be stored.

Firstly, because of the pollution of the warp, most of the fresh food will become various things that are difficult to look at after a circle.

Secondly, because of the Empire's military-first policy, the group of academic charlatans of the Mechanicus are full of thoughts about how to make stronger weapons, and there are few researchers who pay attention to civilian technology.

Thirdly, because of the Empire's poor administrative efficiency, it is impossible to transport various resources to the places where they are needed in time.

"The warp storm destroyed all the food, and we are now eating nutritious porridge and dried meat."

Sidonus knew that his captain had been committed to making the lives of Space Marines closer to ordinary people.

According to the captain, this is to let the Space Marines remember where they came from and why they fight, so that they will not enjoy the offerings of the imperial residents and act like masters over other imperial residents.

"What kind of jerky?"

Martin asked back, leaving Sidonus at a loss for words.

In any world, cannibalism is a very explosive and bottom-line-breaking behavior.

But in the various hives of the empire, people who are desperate have taken the skill of eating people to the extreme. Some hives even sell the same kind of dried meat as foreign trade products.

When Martin was guarding the world of Gallia, he almost ate this kind of dried meat. He was so angry that he led his soldiers to shoot all those idiots with bolt guns on the spot.

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"Well, to be honest, the logistics officer didn't indicate where those things came from."

Sidonus spoke hesitantly.

Martin raised his eyebrows and said to Mira: "Take people to the warehouse to check the goods. All the things of unknown origin will be destroyed by me. Even the dregs are not allowed to be left."

Mira nodded, left the training ground, and went straight to the warehouse with his adjutant.

Martin held his forehead helplessly and said to Sidonus: "I know the environment of the empire is not good, but you have to maintain the bottom line!

If it doesn't work, just hold a few officials hostage, apply for a world, and we will build our own production line, even if it is using the primitive industry of Terra world?"

"Captain, you can lead troops to fight, but managing a world is too difficult for me."

Sidonus's face wrinkled instantly.

"Forget it, let's scout the surrounding galaxies first, we will find a planet with life and buy a batch of food first."

Martin did not make things difficult for his adjutant. Except for the Primarch, there were almost no Space Marines involved in political affairs.

There was only one concept in their minds, that is, fighting, cool!

"We sent out reconnaissance planes to scan the surrounding planets. But are you sure you don't need to prepare for battle first?"

Sidonus breathed a sigh of relief and once again performed his duties as an adjutant to provide tactical advice.

"No need!"

Martin waved his hand.

This universe is certainly not a utopia without war, but with the Green Lantern Corps maintaining order, the various sectors of the known universe still maintain relative peace.

Although the little blue people are not human, the Green Lanterns are very competent.

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