Chapter 7 The regular army’s first subspace journey
Two months is a long time, but a short time is not long. When the sixtieth reaction shooting training ended, the greenskins that kept popping up in the fake bunkers were constantly defeated under the command of Alan Bayer.
The training of the fourth platoon seems to have reached a bottleneck. The emperor's warriors can only grow in blood and fire, and those who survive will be counted.
At the end of the training, in the church hall, the veterans of the state church priests worked tirelessly to promote the power of the God Emperor and the weakness of the heretics in the high platform hall, while several non-commissioned officers at the platoon leader level were pulled into a separate room to assign the next tasks.
The company captain is distributing instructions for subspace travel on an individual basis. The content is complicated but does not affect normal life. It is somewhat similar to the superstitions of the West in previous lives. For example, there cannot be a large number of repeated 6s, and mirrors cannot be pointed at etc.
There is also the specific time to reach the Mandeville Point at sub-light speed, and what will happen after the Geller force field is turned on, so as to prevent the soldiers from panicking.
The platoon leader was responsible for all announcements on this matter. Although the platoon leader had various privileges, he also had a lot of responsibilities.
However, neither the content of the announcement nor the company captain mentioned the dangers of subspace travel. In the past, only 70,000 to 80,000 people in today's infantry regiment could reach the battlefield.
The entire regiment of 100,000 people had to lose a lot due to the subspace jump, but who was the unlucky one could only rely on the blessing of the God Emperor.
It is also unknown how long it will take to travel in the subspace to reach the destination. Maybe by the time the soldiers pass by, the planet will have been turned into ruins.
When the announcement in the church hall was over, each soldier received a sparkling imperial symbol, the double-headed eagle badge.
Each company pair should neatly perform the Eagle Salute in front of the portrait of the God Emperor in the church, and shout loudly.
"I swear that I will always be loyal and steadfast. If anything changes, I wish my soul would fall into the underworld."
"With all my strength,
With all my heart,
With the fiber of my soul,
With my soul and devotion,
Oath to the Immortal Emperor,
Shepherding hundreds of millions of people. ”
The radiant portrait of the God-Emperor, Lord of Mankind who burned billions of souls, shimmered as the star's light filtered through the stained glass.
When the priests of the state religion continued their long prayers, the Astra Militarum came to the new environment and most needed recognition for religion and new approval.
The loyal members of the Astra Militarum thus strengthen their faith in the Emperor until their bodies disappear into the void and their souls return to the throne.
Although Alan Bair does not agree with the belief in the national religion, there is no doubt that the true Lord of Light who protects billions of humans, the Cold Sun, and the Saint Emperor is worthy of respect.
The Imperial Guards, who had been reborn from the reserve regiment, left in formation and returned to their rooms, hearing Alan Bair's shout.
"Now start packing your things. We are going to the battlefield. Now take the cross-world travel precautions manual from my hand."
"Go to my room to get it!"
He walked back to his room and started to pack his things. He slapped the manual on the table and told anyone who came to take it.
Mr. John was nearby, putting away his package and looking far-reachingly at the location of the hive planet.
"Want to go back?" Alan Bayer asked, picking up his scattered clothes.
"I want to, but I don't want to. I can't escape the Emperor's responsibility to me, but I don't want to shoot a gun either."
"I am not merciful to heretics, but the pain caused by war is suffocating. Platoon leader, why do you think there are so many wars in this world?"
Alan Bayer may know the basic reasons very well, but naturally he cannot name the four people, just the standard answers.
"Because aliens are plundering countless worlds in the empire, killing human brothers and destroying countless worlds."
The two people were silent again, just packed up their things and left in formation with the class.
From the camp to the star port, several small transport planes have been parked here. Parked above the star port are three cruisers, countless weapons, turrets, and the unique church-style aesthetic.
Alan Bair privately called them "big square faces", and then they would use the empire's transport planes to board these war machines.
As they lined up to leave the space landing port via transport plane, watching the satellites getting further and further away, there was silence.
When they crossed the ship's connection, they heard the buzzing sound of the ancient hydraulic mechanism on the ship. This was the groan of the machine soul that had served the Empire for thousands of years. It had sent countless Imperial descendants to various places in the galaxy. On the battlefield where he was, he might have defeated countless enemies.
The artificial gravity aboard the Imperial Navy ship made him feel the same as the moon he had trained with for two months.
In fact, this is normal, the artificial gravity has been cleverly adjusted along the way to suit the landing site and their destination, preparing them for the gravitational acceleration they will feel when landing on the planet.
However, there is always a slight difference in real gravity, which makes him feel denser and more comfortable.
He preferred the weight of solid rock beneath his feet to the simulated effects created by the "witchcraft" of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
When the landing ship left, they were taken to their new rooms by men in Imperial Navy uniforms, which were cramped and looked like something made of something taped to the wall.
It is one meter wide and one and eighty meters long. For many people who mutated in the hive city and became larger and taller, they can only sleep here with their legs bent.
It's not very comfortable. Clothes and things can only be hung on the bedside like museum exhibits, and the range they can move is also very small.
They were not allowed to move in large numbers because the Navy felt that these laymen would offend the machine spirits, and there were no peepholes in the ship's hold.
The other platoons cannot be contacted. In order to avoid rebellion, they are now almost under house arrest. Their only pleasure is to read the prayers and instructions for recruits in the field in the soldier manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs.
There are also state church priests who will preach regularly. For example, they describe the next enemy, the green skins.
"Those dull savages somehow know how to cobble together rudimentary, barely functional junk weapons."
"They are stupid and childish, and have no use for anything other than charging to death at the hands of the mighty Imperial Guard."
"At first glance, they may look majestic, larger and more muscular than humans, but appearances can be deceiving."
"They are more muscular but still weaker than humans, although this seems unlikely given their size, do not shy away from them even in close combat as humans are stronger and can be stabbed with bayonets Their throats ”
The recruits listened with interest and even commented. "They're too stupid."
"It's okay to be stupid," said one of the corporals, "but I won't let them get too close and I'll have to stab those bastards."
At this moment, the ship suddenly trembled slightly. Alan Bayer, who had read the manual, immediately realized that they had arrived in subspace. This was the feeling of Geller's stance being activated...(End of Chapter)