Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 294 Nakhimov

If nothing unexpected happened, these armed men surrounding Howard were the members of the slave families that Jasmine mentioned who did not meet the conditions set by Esrick.

They were all skinny, their clothes were tattered and old, and the parts of their bodies that had been mechanically modified were rusty and leaking oil. The clothes worn by many slave laborers could not be called clothes but rather tattered cloth.

Their exposed bodies were as shriveled as twigs, some covered with ulcers and tumors, and some still oozing pus.

Howard couldn't see much humanity or emotion in these people's eyes. Their eyes were lifeless and their pupils were frighteningly large, which were the traces left by their long life in darkness.

After the spaceship was abandoned, these people lived like cave dwellers, and the conditions were even worse. If there was no one who could give them orders, these slaves might have rushed up and eaten Howard.

At the moment when the commotion broke out around them, Jasmine, May and the nun formed a triangle and surrounded Howard in the center.

The nun put on her helmet and drew out her bolter and chainsword. This time, Mei didn't take out her twin blades from her fourth-dimensional pocket, but pulled out two monomolecular wires with weights hanging from the ends from her sleeves. Jasmine, on the other hand, drew out the small laser pistol that was standard issue to military personnel.

"I'll take care of the east side, you take care of the west side. Pay attention, there's a sniper hiding on the pipe at the eight o'clock direction." The combat nun with rich combat experience quickly made combat deployments. After putting on combat helmets, there was no way these slaves could hide from her.

Then she gave instructions to Jasmine and Howard: "When I start shooting, run to the container at eleven o'clock and hide in the right corner. Do you understand?"

"Wait, wait!" Howard called out to the Battle Sister, "You can't beat them, just be patient."

What Howard said was not without basis. He saw the heavy machine guns that the slave workers had pushed to a high place and set up, as well as the melta weapons held by the guards beside the slave worker who was speaking. These weapons could penetrate combat armor.

Although it is counterintuitive, whether it is the Battle Sisters or the Astartes, these supermen whose armor may weigh half a ton are not tank-type characters. In fact, they are positioned as assassins.

With speed and agility beyond mortal expectation, they can completely destroy the lines of their mortal enemies on the battlefield before they can organize an effective counterattack.

Although the Battle Sister's ceramsite power armor can help her withstand attacks from some small-caliber weapons, she will still die if hit by the melta.

Under normal circumstances, even if thousands or tens of thousands of Astra Militarum troops were deployed together, they might not be able to replace a single Space Marine. However, in a narrow corridor that only allowed one person to pass through, a squad of thirty Astra Militarum troops might be able to exchange with an Astartes.

When everyone has to trade injuries for injuries, lives for lives, and withstand all attacks from the other side, the Astartes' advantages will disappear.

"Then what do you want to do?!" The nun listened to the advice and asked Howard what he thought.

"Ms. Jasmine, the Crimson Sword cannot be activated now. Is it because these slaves are rebelling, or for some other reason?" Howard asked.

"Both," Jasmine replied. "If these slaves refuse to cooperate, the engine won't ignite. However, the Sage hasn't yet fully repaired the Crimson Sword, and the fuel hasn't been fully refueled. So even if these slaves are willing to cooperate, the ignition ceremony will have to wait another two hours."

Howard understood what was going on after hearing this answer.

Before asking this question, Howard had two options in mind.

If he knew that the spacecraft could not ignite because of the rebellion of these slaves, he would have let Om Messiah control all these slaves.

After all, if the Crimson Sword's ignition is delayed by one minute due to the rebellion, the time when the spacecraft can be put into battle will be postponed by one minute, and the danger to the humans and Eldar still trapped in the Orc-occupied area will increase.

But since Jasmine gave this answer, then at least for Howard, they still have two hours of buffer time, so it would be better to first see what the needs of these slaves are.

He was never willing to give up the possibility of resolving the problem peacefully.

"Talk to them." After learning this information, Howard turned to answer the nun's question: "If they want to turn against each other, they should wait at least two hours."

"Are you crazy?" The nun looked at Howard in disbelief.

"You heard it too. Even if you kill them all here, the Crimson Sword will have to wait two hours before it's qualified to ignite. Killing them all won't help matters, and you might even anger them and put yourself in danger." Howard continued.

"And didn't you notice? The other party came here just to negotiate, otherwise they would have opened fire long ago."

"Then wait two hours. If the problem is not solved after two hours, you can't stop me anymore," said the nun.

"Of course, of course." Howard nodded repeatedly in agreement, thinking to himself, if the problem is not solved in two hours, I will let Om Messiah take action. Why should I stop you?

These words finally convinced the nun, and she put down her bolter and chainsword.

So Howard asked the nun and May to move aside. He stood in front of them and shouted at the leading slave:

"Hey! What's your name? What do you want?"

"Hey! My name is Nakhimov." The leading slave took off his gas mask and responded to Howard's greeting.

Behind the mask was a girl who was much younger than Howard. She had dry brown curly hair, lively brown eyes, dry and chapped lips, and a few freckles on her face.

It's just that her voice was more neutral, at least Howard couldn't tell her gender when she spoke with a mask on.

Then Nasimov reached out and grabbed the pipe beside him, sliding down from the platform he was standing on. However, because of the weapon in the nun's hand, she did not dare to get too close.

"You seem to be a big shot since you can have men in armor as your guards. What's your name?" Nakhimov asked.

Judging from her age, this slave named Nakhimov was most likely born after the spacecraft was abandoned, so it is impossible for her to receive a good education and training.

So she could only see that the nun in power armor was a character not to be trifled with, but she could not recognize that the inconspicuous lady with pointed ears next to Howard was the real extraordinary person.

"My name is Howard, but if you say I'm a big shot, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," said Howard.

"I don't believe it! You guys can't believe a word of what you say!" Nakhimov snorted, then added: "Tell your guards to throw their weapons to the ground and kick..."

"Shh!"

Before Nakhimov could finish her words, the nun had already drawn the tactical dagger from her waist and hurled it at her. The polymer blade grazed Nakhimov's face and lodged itself into the wall behind her.