Chapter 9 The first meal after landing
Colonel Haskell was the first person to leave the transport aircraft. He got off the transport ship before the door was fully lowered.
The ship hums with machinery that has transported countless men to battlefields across the galaxy. The Colonel landed softly, almost silently, in the spaceport.
After that, the new recruits who had never seen the world came out like thunder, holding their brand-new laser guns and looking around like children without parents.
The colonel was extremely disappointed. The new recruits this time were all messy hive residents, which made him feel numb.
But only one platoon was particularly interesting. They came out in an orderly manner among the chaotic crowd, lined up, and waited to be dismissed. The soldiers seemed good and in good spirits.
the colonel asked the company political commissar. "Whose platoon is this?"
The political commissar rolled his eyes and rolled around. God knows how he graduated from Zhongji Academy with such a soldier character, but when he saw the familiar soldiers in the company, he didn't think about the answer for too long.
"It's the fourth platoon of the third regiment led by Corporal Alan Bayer." Normally one would not emphasize a low-level officer like the corporal, but it was obvious that the political commissar was taking care of someone again.
"Oh, that boy who survived, the snake man! Such a person doesn't deserve to die, but I can't help much. So, let's increase his personal supply priority by two military ranks."
"His platoon was promoted by one rank."
The political commissar nodded repeatedly. "The colonel is wise."
on the other side.
Alan Bayer was taking a deep breath at the moment. How many days had it been since he became the 11th tax?
Now that he was in a world a few light years away, this experience seemed ridiculous, at least like fate playing a joke on him.
But the facts are undeniable.
Even in the thick stone walls here, there is a damp and hot atmosphere, which has never been seen in Skadi, because Skadi is far away from its star, as if it is always in the cold winter.
This alien planet is so humid and hot that even if you fly over the dense jungle, you can still see countless green shadows spreading in all directions.
He could constantly smell the smell of damp ground and rotting vegetation. The smell was so strong that he felt like it was being "drinked" into his nose.
Even so, he didn't feel like he was on a planet far, far away from his home planet, because in his heart, Holy Terra was his home planet, and this place was just the Amazon.
Wait, why does that tree look like a fern...
Well, probably the home planet of the Jurassic era...
And now they are standing at the top of a huge pyramid-like city. Even in the Garden World, the imperial architecture here maintains the concept of the best. When the hot light of the star hits him with moisture, most of the soldiers are restless.
Alan Bayer had to scold with all his strength to make his men quiet and orderly. He didn't think this would help him, but it was good.
Soon they arrived at the new settlement. It was a familiar and gorgeous room. Except for the moss on the walls and being too damp, it looked like the state church of their home planet.
Alan Bair instantly felt that it was very similar to the churches in Skadi, and also similar to those in countless other imperial worlds.
The focal point of the building's design is the massive stained glass window located at the end of the long space.
It stretches from the floor to the cavernous roof and depicts the God-Emperor in golden armor with a halo above his head and a flaming sword in his hand.
Perhaps it was this familiar image that made him feel as if he was still in his hometown, and that there was an emperor, the great unifier, in every corner of the empire.
After people entered it, the officer took them to the new room. It was a long space with niches and echoes. The wonderful murals depict how giants in red armor fight. If you ask the priests, they will tell you. He will fiercely talk about how the angels of the empire once saved the world.
Rows of intricately carved wooden chairs were stacked against the walls, making room for entire Astra Militarum troops to spread out their sleeping mats.
The headquarters of the task force and the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment occupied this huge Ecclesiastical building shortly after arriving at Gondwa VI.
The priests of the Ecclesiarchy praised the 3rd Skadi Infantry and blessed them with chants and incense in the Emperor's name, but their sullen faces made it clear that they were not too happy with the Imperial Guard commandeering their church as a residence.
As large soldiers, they naturally rested in the church room, sitting on their bedding, or organizing their belongings.
Most people were cleaning their laser guns with engine oil, and many were looking at the endless forest world from their windows.
The officers began to distribute enemy briefings, emphasizing once again that the Greenskins were a disorderly, stupid, and weak race.
And Alan Bayer could hear the officers snickering and talking without scruples in front of him, talking about whether these new recruits would have their arms broken by orcs, crying and calling for their mothers.
As we all know, from the time new Imperial Guard soldiers arrive on the battlefield, their average lifespan is just over 15 hours.
The mechanical priest girl came from a distance and adjusted the communication equipment and heavy bombs for the platoon level one by one. She may have done it deliberately. Generally speaking, she should give priority to adjusting platoons 1-2. Those people are gangsters or former bailiffs. formed team.
In theory they are more important.
But she arrived in the fourth row early, and then carefully adjusted the bolt gun for Kailan in the team. She whispered the teachings of the God of All Machines in a low voice, and then skillfully filled the magazine with explosive bombs.
He walked over to the signal soldier again and adjusted his huge backpack with an antenna.
She finally came to Alan Beyer who was sitting on the ground, used her butt... that should be her butt? Anyway, it was the strange modification unit under the body, propped up a small horse, and then sat on it.
"Are you so free?" Alan Baier asked.
"No, I just have to eat. I won't work since lunch time," she answered.
"By the way, do you know that the electromagnetic interference in this world has strong interference to communications? There are always electromagnetic interference that lasts for an hour 3-4 times a day. I heard what the Lieutenant Colonel said."
Alan Bair frowned. Sure enough, the Warhammer world was not normal. "I don't know, thank you for telling me."
They chatted like this until the logistics department brought new food, and soon Aylan discovered that other troops only had granola bars and dried fruits.
His men had canned meat.
He sat on the ground and was looking forward to it. After all, there had been no good food on the ship for a week. Soon a fast food tray was delivered to his hand. The aroma filled the air and made the Mechanicum girl's mouth water.
Because her lunch was just canned meat and starch cubes, and Alan Bayer actually had fried eggs in his hand, fresh bacon slices made from unknown meat, and the roots of whole starchy plants, which were potatoes or potato or something like that.
The drink is a bottle of juice, possibly a tropical plant, and the basic food that everyone loves, starch blocks. The empire's military career would be soulless without starch blocks.
He was a little surprised, but he still picked up the knife and fork and was about to start, until he saw the drooling lump of the blonde girl next to him soaking his bedding.
"Huh?" He made a confused nasal sound, and the Mechanicus girl immediately wiped her mouth with a metal finger.
He sighed. "Can I trade your cans for my bacon?"
Mr. John watched for a long time and then poked his boss. "Don't spoil her so much."
"I will." Alan Beyer replied, but still gave the bacon out.
I suspect that what I wrote is an imperial diet record
(End of chapter)