Chapter 17 Second Lieutenant Alan Beyer
Diary
Written by: Second Lieutenant Alan Beyer
Recorded on: The second day of stationing at Outpost No. 3
Content: I survived, in the forest, greenskin attacks, all the horrible things you can imagine, but the veterans said goodbye to us because of it.
The fight with the greenskins allowed them to buy the last bit of time, but when the captain's head was severed by the greenskins' machines, I almost wanted to pass out.
Facts have proved that their sacrifice is still meaningful. The greenskins did not occupy this place, and they did not get a springboard to attack Karu City. When a large number of soldiers came from the capital to support them, the greenskins quickly retreated.
Because of my outstanding performance, I was promoted to a major military rank, and both captain and lieutenant became captains. My body will be buried here with honor... in a place I can't find in Karu City.
As for the others... they're probably starch factories?
Although I would prefer everyone to be alive, the end is done.
The staff officer said that he would apply for a set of carapace armor and a hell gun for me, and they would be in place to support the next arrival of new recruits.
In other words, the Ministry of Military Affairs recognized that the soldiers here were honorable, strong, resolute and capable of shouldering the heavy responsibilities of the empire.
Or maybe they think I can do it but others can’t.
Who knows, maybe if the war had not been urgent, I might have left here and gone to the training department of the Astra Militarum to rebuild and become an organization similar to the Stormtrooper Reserve...
But no matter what, there are only five people in the entire outpost now, and most of the five people are injured, which makes it difficult for me to sleep well. The night always feels long. Although the staff and four additional platoons are stationed here, the feeling of loneliness still remains. Didn't disperse.
Alan Bair held a pen and sat on the battlement, watching the other platoons clearing the greenskin corpses everywhere, the flamethrowers spitting out flames.
The staff officer stood next to him, looking at the mess everywhere, and was eating.
To be honest, the smell of burning mushrooms was unbearable, but the staff officer still didn't care.
He heated the can, then broke up the starch cubes and put them into the meat fat, stirred them up, and ate them spoon by spoon.
He chewed and said. "Sorry, I can't stay here too long. The main fronts are still on defense and fighting is going on everywhere."
"You did a great job. The new platoon will be here tomorrow, along with the weapons and armor I promised you."
Alan Bair looked at the battlefield with mixed feelings in his heart. "Am I worthy? Or are we worthy?"
"The veterans are better, and the honor and glory of the empire are also in them."
Yesterday's war was still vivid in his mind. The pain and loss of recognition were a feeling that Alan Beyer was not used to.
The staff officer didn't say anything big, or anything about the empire, or the emperor, he just said. "Recruits are the source of veterans. Humanity has survived to this day only because everyone is performing their duties."
"If you really feel you owe something, then..." After finishing the minced meat, he took out his kettle, poured hot water into the can, soaked up the last bit of greasy and starch, and drank it all.
"Stay alive." He said and stood up, pointing into the distance.
"Forest, do you see it? It wants to take your life."
Then he pointed at the green-skinned body on the ground. "Alien, have you seen it? It wants to take your life too."
"You're sitting here, moping, saying, come on, shoot me, kill me."
"Is it interesting?"
Alan Bair sighed. "No, thank you, sir."
He stood up, picked up his weapon, and walked to his bedroom, which was empty.
The staff officer knew that he still needed a little time, a little time.
Farther to the south, next to the ruins of the human city, One-Eye was kicking the stones on the roadside with his head down. He was complaining in his heart that Boss Deathskull had ruined his plan.
He had no intention of letting the boys start a waaaagh, and now they had lost too many boys, and his destruction was disrupted by the attack.
He could have destroyed the camp silently, but the stupid war leader only cared about whether he had enough fun.
Well, One-Eye will be like this too. He probably doesn't care about how many people his son dies, he only cares about whether he has enough waaagh.
It would be better to say that this is a common problem among green-skinned warlords. Now that the sentry has not been captured, the boy has suffered heavy losses, and he still blames himself.
Even one of his special operations boys was killed by those two shrimps that made him itchy.
The best thing is that Gan Luo, who wanted to get his weapon, is not dead yet. He is just such a brat, so why didn't he die?
At this moment, several farts passed by, pointing and mocking the failed Blood Ax. Well, Blood Ax is indeed hated by everyone among the greenskins, but it is not something you can point at.
He pulled out his pistol, boomed, and smashed the two farts inside with three rounds.
The boss of Death Skull, the war warlord, was in the distance. When he saw this situation, he did not forget to mock the poor Blood Axe.
"That's it? That's your plan?"
One-Eye cursed. "You should do what I say!"
The Deathskull orc boss yelled back. "What, you think my waagh is not good?"
"Your stinky fish and rotten shrimp, can your sneaky plan break the defense of human beings?"
One Eye scolded back. "Those shrimps will want to take the city back. They will attack soon because they know that many of your boys have been killed."
The war boss's red eyes narrowed.
"Are you telling me I've got a bunch of guys taken out? Who do you think you are? Some kind of fight counting nerd? I haven't got a bunch of guys taken out."
One-Eye immediately retorted. "Who didn't use waaagh to take down Xiami's fortress."
"You!" The war leader was irritated, but he didn't call in anger. He seemed to have an ulterior plan.
he shouted. "It's not a lot. It's just a few."
"Besides, there are more guys on their way to that Xiami base. Just wait and see."
"More boys will appear. Soon, after we've smashed more shrimps and captured that big shrimp city, before you know it, my warband will become a real Waaagh!"
As if he suddenly remembered who he was talking to, the war leader roared again.
"I don't have to tell you anything anyway. Just do as I say."
"You nasty Bloodaxe Orc."
One-eye was scolded with saliva all over Xingzi's face, and anger swelled in his heart. Soon, he noticed the words of the orc boss, does this warlord have more boys?
One-Eye sharpens his blade. As long as he kills the warlord, he can get the tribe in his place...
mercenary? Greenskins don't have that kind of thing. This is just him wanting to play house. Soon, the name of this tribe will become the Blood Ax Tribe.
Corpse starch is a joke and a translation issue. In fact, those starches are by-products produced during promethium production. They are rich in nutrients and are somewhat similar to soybean powder. The length of this article is mostly due to the fact that there is a hive world nearby. (Protagonist’s hometown)
The soldiers' souls have returned to the throne, and their corpses have been buried in the ground. It is impossible to transport them back, and most of them are buried.
(End of chapter)