Chapter 3 Gifts from Dark Ages
When, after almost meaningless questioning, the Imperial laser weapon was placed in his hands, this cheap, durable, and extremely durable weapon would stay with him until he died.
In a sense, this thing is equivalent to his only partner.
He came to his room, which should be said to be a temporary room. To be precise, he is not considered an Astra Militarum now. He is only a reserve force and will not be divided into squads. But as expected, the people in this room are members of his squad. .
This reminded him of the dormitory in his student days, where dozens of square meters were filled with people, and the number of people here happened to be the number of a tactical team, ten people.
Speaking of which, the people here are all old faces, old colleagues from the factory, but they usually don't know their names during hard labor, but now, cramming ten people into that room in an instant only caused an embarrassing situation. That means everyone is just packing up their own stuff.
Alan Bair went to his bed, packed his things, and played with his dog tag. He didn't bring anything from home because he had nothing, but others would hang a statue of the God Emperor around their necks, or something else.
Alan Baier stuffed his belongings into the cabinet in a hurry. He crossed his legs and thought about the days ahead. He turned to his comrade on the bed next to him. He was looking at the photo. Surprisingly, he had a strange face.
However, Alan Bair didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but it was too close here, and photos were not cheap. Few families in the hive city could afford it, so they could only take photos of truly precious things.
The photo shows a beautiful blond girl wearing thick clothes and smiling in the square on the middle floor. Alan Bair's home planet is very cold, which makes the residents there look a bit like Maozi.
Overall, the quality of the hive girl is surprisingly high, but not plump enough, but Alan Bair doesn't want to make fun of the person who left home at the moment.
He spoke. "It seems you shouldn't be here. At least there is someone waiting for you at home."
The man in the bed next to him suddenly started up and hit his head against the wall. He was in a panic, as if he didn't know what to do from east to west.
He had brown hair and was not big. If he had been smaller, Alan Bayer would have thought he was a Letling and would have protected his own things.
He blushed. "Yes, she is my fiancée. My name is John Deen. Hello." He extended his hand. This was a good step. The two of them got to know each other because they came from the same place and had many topics to talk about.
But they had just met when the platoon leader suddenly opened the door.
"Get up, get up! It's training time! Your first lesson is here!"
Alan Bayer immediately packed up his things, especially his laser gun, which he wanted to cherish and hang on his body.
Then he complained to Mr. John whom he had just met. "He is obviously a new soldier, how can he be a corporal?"
John Dehn replied. "He is from the Hive City gang. He is brave and competitive. The superiors like soldiers like this. Do you understand?"
Alan Bayer nodded. He had no choice but to follow the platoon leader. The gangsters even fired shots.
He originally thought that the first day of training would be about shooting or military logic, but the reality is...
The Anglican priest was pointing to the endless flat land outside. Their first lesson was to open the door and go outside for a few laps.
Of course, they were wearing protective clothing, and there were guard leaders watching. This was simply a child's play, but Alan Beyer looked at John Deen next to him and looked at the endless horizon, and his legs were weak.
He suddenly realized how difficult it was for the residents of the hive city. When he substituted the memory of this body and found that the depression had become normal, it was how difficult it was to look at the horizon.
The pastor shouted words of encouragement, put on the individual spacesuit, and walked around outside. There was also encouragement from the guard leader inside the spacesuit. This is not difficult, everyone can overcome it, but this matter is the most important.
Today, we will train for this matter all day long until all the recruits adapt. It is rare that they will not be in groups of multiple people, but one-on-one.
It's interesting to say that whether it's the Empire's splitting up the Astra Militarum or the independence of the Navy, it's all because they're afraid of soldiers rebelling. They can stop wasting time on praying and practice shooting more, and they won't die so many new recruits. people.
But for today's empire, the faith of soldiers is more important than the technology of firearms.
When the soldiers continued to rotate, it was Alan Bair's turn soon. He put on a thick old spacesuit, which still smelled like urine. I'm afraid some bastard couldn't stand it. There...
Fuck... He cursed secretly and walked out of the house when a male voice came from the intercom.
"Soldier, Alan Bayer, number c17343, how do you feel?"
Alan Bair cleared his throat. "I'm fine sir, it would be better if this suit didn't stink so much."
The male voice came again.
"That's right, you are in the best shape of this batch of recruits."
Alan Bair felt happy, and he directly praised him, indicating that his scores had become better and that he could really climb up in the Astra Militarum.
"Now, go further and let me see."
"Copy that." Alan Bayer strolled on the low-gravity satellite for three or four minutes, then looked up at his home planet. It was pale in color, like a large round plate wrapped in ice, grand and beautiful.
It is said that hundreds of centuries ago, this place was also full of life.
He wiped his mask, trying to see more clearly, but found that there were a few spots that he couldn't wipe clean.
"What's going on?" He said to himself, but found that the dot was getting bigger and bigger...
Until he could see clearly, they were several twisted sea snake-like things flying in the airless vacuum, and an urgent voice came from the intercom.
"God-Emperor bless, it's Mirgosri, shoot, shoot!"
Next, a large amount of light curtains appeared around, but that huge flying sea snake, should it be a sea snake?
They are not very afraid under heavy fire. There is a strange light on their surface that can reflect most beam weapons.
"Idiot, use explosive bombs! Inform the Orbital Defense Department quickly!"
After a long half minute, the roar of the bomb spread in the silent universe, but it was too slow. It was close enough that the blood of the sea snake spilled on Alan Bair's facial mask. For the first time, he felt the empire's low mobility. , and this lowliness also brought about his misfortune.
The body of a cosmic creature that was large enough was attracted by the gravity of the satellite. When he was hit by the falling corpse, the dust kicked up caused him to fly up. There was no air, just the pressure brought by the dust.
"No, no, no!" An urgent voice came from the communication. The guard leader seemed to be a good man. Did he care about himself? Or do you care about your own achievements?
At this moment, Alan Bayer was "dancing" in the air. His body could not move, and he went straight over the crater on the moon next to the training ground. He fell into it, kicking up a cloud of dust, and his head was also hit by the impact, rattling and shaking.
He was not unconscious, but the training-level communicator failed because he flew an unknown distance. He looked at the place where he fell and felt an unusual touch on his fingers.
He picked up the ball of dust in his hand, and there was a strange round ball on it.
He only felt a sudden, stinging pain on his fingers, and then a warning of a hole in the space suit. Fortunately, it was small and on his fingers, so he just needed to plug it with his hand.
[Human DNA is collected and restrictions are lifted. 】
【Solar system is normal】
[Welcome to the Opener series, a civilian shooting auxiliary system. This product is white spherical and has no patterns. It can help users meet the shooting assistance work under all circumstances and help the Opener carry out planet transformation work. 】
Alan Bayer only felt that he had fallen unconscious. At this moment, there was a shooting game target in front of him, and this... system?
Keep telling him, shoot here, accurate. (End of chapter)