Chapter 233 04.0232: "Activate Emergency Plan No. "

"Hold on! The Avis landing craft of the Marine Infantry Task Force are almost here!" Horatio ordered the people around him to stay where they were.

"Louise!" he called to the female adjutant beside him again.

"I'm here, Horatio." She moved closer to him.

"Telegram to Mr. Peru, we need to quickly transfer a batch of relief grain."

"Okay!" Louise immediately understood and dialed the encrypted line of the Fleet Military Intelligence Command. In a few words, she explained the current situation and made a request for material dispatch.

Before setting off, Horatio took the situation of the starving people into consideration and made corresponding plans in the Admiralty.

But the size of the crowd still exceeded his earlier expectations, and the Navy Department had no way to cater to the sudden increase of more than 100,000 mouths.

If we want to transport enough food in a short period of time, we can only requisition merchant ships.

However, supplies cannot be adjusted at will.

The empire's supply routes were complex and seemingly chaotic.

But in fact, every transport ship carries a huge mission. It may be carrying food for a certain hive world for the next ten years, or seeds that are urgently needed in a certain agricultural world. Random requisition can easily lead to a greater disaster.

Therefore, requisitioning materials can only be used as a final emergency plan, and they cannot be requisitioned in advance to avoid disrupting transportation routes and escort plans.

Moreover, the misappropriated part must be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise famine and rebellion are likely to break out in the imperial world where the transportation line is destined.

Inside the Military Intelligence Command.

"Quick, activate emergency plan number three!
Requisition the food transport ship moored at the nearest star port docking station! The transport cargo plane will change its course directly and go to the following coordinates! "According to the emergency plan discussed before the operation, Brigadier General Peru stood up and shouted to the intelligence officers in the large external office.

"Telegram to PWA-37 Starport. We are the Gothic Sector Admiralty. Immediately send the docking information for the food supplies that are currently being loaded and unloaded. Yes! Very good. Have those cargo planes that are already unloading immediately go to the designated coordinates, 361.780.462.K177... They must arrive within 30 minutes!"

The office instantly became busy, with telegrams being sent to the star port for emergency dispatch.

The Human Empire put all the void "navigation" into a big basket called the "Imperial Fleet", and let it manage related affairs as the general manager of the Empire's void power.

Its nature is similar to the historical British Maritime Commission.

On this basis, the Imperial Navy, Charter Fleet and Civilian Fleet were divided.

In principle, the void forces of the Mechanicus, Space Marines, and Rogue Traders are also under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Fleet.

Of these, only the Imperial Navy has full authority granted by the Imperial Fleet.

This means that His Holy Navy can, when necessary, bypass the Ministry of the Interior and requisition all void ships and supplies from all parties, including but not limited to Space Marines, Mechanicus, Rogue Merchants, Charter Fleets, Pioneering Fleets, and Civilian Fleets in the name of the Imperial Fleet.

After all, to this day, the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet, the 40K version of the 'First Sea Lord'

——'The Frist High Lord VoidAdmiral'

Still the Emperor himself.

It is also with the endorsement of the God-Emperor himself that the Imperial Navy, which has full authority over the Empire's void forces, can have such a significant say in void affairs.

Admiral Speyer of the Gothic Fleet was able to mobilize all the void armed forces, including the Mechanicus and the Space Marines, to fight against Abaddon. In addition to his outstanding personal charm, this legal endorsement was also indispensable.

However, compared with the urgency of the front line, this dispatch speed is still not enough.

Just when Horatio and his group in the square were about to be drowned by the vast crowd.

Suddenly, lights representing trucks appeared in the distance of the square.

Horatio used the analyzer to see that the trucks were the common eight-axle 'packhorse' trucks in the Hive. These cheap and durable trucks were widely used in various industries and could be called the GAZ trucks of the 40K era.

They looked very shabby, with the anti-rust paint on the surface peeling off a lot, revealing the black iron frame underneath, and colorful flags fluttering in the wind on the front of the car.

[Enemy reinforcements? The Howling Teeth Gang?] He became alert again, and couldn't think of who else could come at this time.

"Scout sniper team, aim at their cockpit and see who it is."

"Roger that, Centurion," Fideo responded.

He lay on the roof, adjusted the sight, and looked at the pilot in the cockpit.

These people looked ordinary, with no obvious paint or logos, nor did they have the crazy and bloodthirsty looks that were common among cult members. Instead, they were wearing typical Zhongchao work clothes.

"It seems to be... a civilian?" Fideo said a little confused.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure they were dressed very simply, without cult symbols or armor or weapons."

“Stay tuned and see what they want to do.”
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Whoosh whoosh! —

A few minutes later, the first Avis landing craft loaded with a naval infantry task force emerged from the dark shadows in the sky, and the powerful ground-targeting searchlight on the craft blinded the crowd.

Then, lamp posts appeared one after another, and more than 1,500 people, half a battalion, were transported from the nearest naval prison area.

But the landing craft driver soon encountered a problem: the existing space was not large enough for such a large landing craft to land, unless it was directly on top of a person.

They were reluctant to make this decision, so they had to ask the operations officer Horatio for instructions.

Horatio didn't have time to slowly do ideological work with these starving people who were despairing of food.

Being able to apply for a batch of supplies for them is no less than shedding holy light into the dark sewers.

This is the 41st millennium, full of monsters and demons. It is no longer the world he was familiar with.

Here, he didn't want to talk to anyone about civil rights because it was meaningless and would only exacerbate the chaos.

"Use the loudspeaker to make announcements. If the situation is not right, use machine guns and rockets to clear the area and force a landing."

"As you command, sir."

After a while, a majestic warning sounded in the air.

"We are the Holy Imperial Navy. We are declaring martial law now. Relief food is on the way. Everyone below please sit down immediately and clear the landing area. We will not pursue your previous illegal acts! I repeat, we are the Holy Imperial Navy..."

The huge noise echoed throughout the entire area.

But the hungry people turned a deaf ear to the warnings and just stared blankly at the huge mountain of barbecue in front of them.

Horatio followed their eyes and saw their wild, deformed desire.

He looked back at the huge mountain of flesh beside him. In his eyes, the mountain of flesh seemed like a living monster, constantly saying to him in an evil voice: "Take a bite! I can make you feel infinite power."

"Ledos."

"Burn this disgusting thing," Horatio called out into his helmet's internal communicator.

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