Chapter 21 The Arrival of Catachan
Hell gun, the wrath of the empire, a powerful weapon, but you have to ignore the 15 kilogram big bag and its complicated maintenance and repair logistics, which is why the Mechanicum is here.
Alan Beyer didn't have time to learn so many things. Just pulling the trigger was already difficult, and he also had to pay attention to pressure and heat.
The hell gun energy backpack usually used by the empire can have 150 rounds of ammunition, powerful explosive power and penetration, and a rate of fire that is not inferior to that of a machine gun.
It is equivalent to a mobile heavy explosive bomb.
If such weapons could be centralized and equipped, the Empire's enemies would probably be wiped out, but the reality is that their number and the forge worlds that can produce them are too few in the Empire's vast territory.
The Astra Militarum recruit manual clearly stipulates that no weapon can leave the body or be placed on the ground. Even if it is absolutely necessary, it must be stored in a strict and complete armory.
In other words, Alan Bayer now has to wear that carapace suit and carry a large power bag. Except for hanging it on the wall when sleeping, he should try to carry it with him at other times to avoid displeasure from the machine spirit...
But now Alan Bayer feels the weight of the empire. Now Alan Bayer misses his "flashlight" extremely, at least it won't be that heavy.
He lowered his head, used the pull tab to break the seal, and opened the lid of a nutritional porridge ration uniformly distributed by the Imperial Guard.
It has the slogan of the Ministry of Military Affairs printed on it
[As an Imperial Guard soldier, you will eat Imperial Guard nutritional porridge rations, which are available in 16 ready-to-eat flavors and are designed to be easy to eat on the battlefield. Imperial Guard Nutrient Porridge contains all the nutritional requirements of Astra Militarum combatants and has a shelf life of 160 standard years. 】
[Note: If the Imperial Guard's nutritional porridge ration is used as the soldier's sole food source for more than 5 consecutive days, adverse reactions that may be observed include, but are not limited to, headaches, gastrointestinal discomfort, fetal malformations, and heart failure. 】
Alan Beyer used his spoon to scoop out a spoonful of half-solidified nutritious porridge and brought it to his mouth.
He chewed it, a somewhat useless gesture against the porridge-like paste, and then swallowed it, trying to judge the taste with his tongue.
It's a bit like Skadi's traditional dish, purple cabbage kipper soup.
He looked at the lid and it said that this nutritious porridge was La Enno roasted chicken flavor.
Since he didn't know where it was or what that kind of roast chicken should taste like, he couldn't say how good it tasted, but if he had to taste it carefully, he would say it wasn't delicious.
If it weren't for the need to take the lead and show discipline, Alan Bayer might have gone into the forest to feed unlucky primitive animals to obtain protein, but he also had to consider whether he would directly see the Emperor due to outer space viruses or allergies.
Food is always the most embarrassing place. Even if humans can survive here, the planets are so different and the differences between people are not small. And real veterans are always not against eating food from outer space, probably because they There have been worse days.
After all, delicious canned meat is not available every day. Protein and oil are always hard currencies on the battlefield. After the greenskin attack and cut off the supply, this thing can help the camp survive for a few more days. He sighed and ordered John Take the new recruits to patrol the nearby forest to prevent them from being too idle.
And while Alan Bair was calculating his budget and was troubled by the so-called weight and food, Catachan was also having lunch not far from Karu City to Outpost No. 3.
Any activities of Catachan people only pay attention to the three "S", not Slaanesh!
It’s hunting, moisture, and survival, the three “S’s”.
When Lieutenant Colonel Avada cut open the belly of a light blue palm-sized lizard and squeezed out its internal organs, he looked at it and was a little disappointed because there were no toxins in it and it tasted bland.
He also threw away the inedible organs of the lizard, keeping the liver, gallbladder, and the like, and skillfully peeled them off with a sharp Catachan knife, just like peeling off a banana, and then peeled off the skin with blue scales. The lizard swallowed it in one gulp.
Chew it slowly...
There was a clicking sound. If you were nearby, you would definitely think that he was eating roast chicken or something. Red liquid flowed out of his mouth. But for Catachan, the creatures in the gentle world could not catch up with him in terms of deliciousness. Those from home.
But please don't doubt who they are, they are undoubtedly the most loyal and pure people in the empire.
Catachan's team continued to move forward, and they soon discovered the discordant things in the forest, downed branches, squeezed rot, and the burnt brown residue on the ferns shot by laser guns.
Did those guys encounter enemies? But Lieutenant Colonel Avada quickly denied that there was no blood here.
A group of Catachan suddenly smiled after seeing the mess here.
"I can't survive. Someone shot in the forest out of fear. This is really the funniest thing I have seen in this time."
Lieutenant Catachan looked at the chaos here, but what was interesting was that even though they seemed so noisy, they were still quiet compared to the forest.
And Avada commented directly. "If I need to chase them, I can feel them there even with my eyes closed."
The group of people continued to move forward. They were not afraid of this dark and noisy forest at all, because for them, the real threat was not something noisy, but something quiet.
What is true silence and silence? There is no doubt that it is a real predator.
This forest is like an amusement park to Catachan. Except for the climate being like their hometown, it has nothing to do with it.
Avada walked quite a distance when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears and made a signal with his fingers.
【Stop】
Other Catachan also felt that something was wrong. There was something with two legs nearby. They pulled out their war blades. Everything was quiet. It was hard to imagine how a hundred people gathered in the forest, but became one with it, and It was such a fast march.
If the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment were here, it would definitely turn the march into a leaf-stomping contest.
And the seconds passed by, when Avada caught the scent, he rushed out of the dense forest, past the cover of branches and leaves, or rather the whole regiment.
Then the target was suppressed, the blade was clamped on his neck, and in just ten seconds, a platoon of people was captured alive without any sound.
Avada saw clearly the person he was holding down. He was a young recruit. His military rank was sergeant, and the dog tag read John... He was not worth seeing. Avada was just holding him down. he shouted.
"Wen Xingren, let them go and continue marching!" (End of Chapter)