Chapter 22 Heading to the Orc Camp
Lieutenant Colonel Avada listened intently to the noisy chirping sounds of the forest. The pterosaurs in heat were hovering high in the sky, and various small animals were traveling through the dense forest. Compared to his hometown, although this place was full of life, it seemed too tame.
He counted the crowds who came to this event. It was impossible for all the Hundreds to attack here. Now his team only had a Catachan company of about 30 people. However, in fact, the organization of the Astra Militarum was of little significance to them.
They walked into the forest at the edge of the sentry tower and began to sort out their weapons and sharpen their blades. Even the tough men had to pay attention to the state of the machine soul, although they felt that this was not related to faith or anything else, but just the basis of being a hunter.
And when Alan Bair in the outpost found that his men were being pressed back to the camp, his heart was very complicated. Firstly, there was no briefing on Catachan's operation. Of course, they might be considering attacking the star realm. Secrecy of the whereabouts of military elites.
Secondly, John was a little obsessed with the adoring sight of Catachan sneaking into the jungle and setting up camp in the distance. Moreover, troops like Catachan were indeed reliable to him, although he was a bit kept in the dark by his superiors. dissatisfaction.
In the narrow outpost observation room, Sergeant John was jumping up and down and pointing at his neck. "The Katachan Blade has blocked this place, blocked it!"
Ailan Beyer rolled his eyes, there was nothing to be proud of after being almost killed!
But you can't blame him. After all, Catachan is the true elite of the empire. The legend of Catachan is a familiar story to children in all major human worlds, and those macho men with red turbans are indeed handsome.
Alan Beyer held down his sergeant. "Okay, don't tell me how they killed you instantly. What are they doing here? What is their mission?"
John's arm was not healed yet. He was held down hard by Alan Bayer. The pain was unbearable, and he suddenly regained his composure.
"Ah...Yes, sir...They said they came to clean up the greenskin disaster here. This is what I heard when they were marching...Then I saw the number 72 on their regimental badge."
Alan Bair's eyes flashed when he heard the target of their operation. He didn't want to end the war and return to his hometown. If Catachan could eliminate the greenskins, the defense tasks here would become easier and more comfortable.
He spoke. "Give me a few cans and energy batteries, and I'll go talk to them..."
Alan Bair subconsciously felt that all the Astra Militarum troops liked cans, except for Krieger, they might not be able to eat so many cans.
But most elite veterans may be unfriendly because they were born in the world of death or the world of fortress, but on the battlefield, what is more valuable than food? That must be ammunition, so he is already full of sincerity.
After all, we are not a group, so it should be no problem if we can come up with something that everyone is short of as a meeting gift...
He asked his men to sort out supplies, and it would be necessary to please Catachan, but maybe the long days in the hive made him forget that Catachan is not an Astra Militarum in the traditional sense.
When the Catachans watched vigilantly as a gentle alien carrying heavy equipment like a hell gun walked out of the camp, without exception, their muscles tightened. This was not hostility, but their habit, like a cheetah seeing its prey.
Alan Bair walked a few steps to where they were stationed. They were just hidden in the forest, and no one could be seen from the outpost.
"Second Lieutenant Alan Bair reported that he would like to conduct a tactical report with the Catachan 72nd Regiment!"
A strong man with a power glove on his right hand emerged from the forest. His body was naked, and the rank he could see was... lieutenant colonel!
You must know that the staff officer of their company is also a major. This man is a head bigger than the largest officer he has ever seen!
Alan Bair immediately performed the Eagle Salute. "Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." And he quickly noticed that the long-edged saber on Catachan's waist looked familiar.
Avada didn't pay much attention to it, she just looked at the package held by Alan Bair. "What are you doing here with this?" He looked at the contents of the package, pointing specifically at the can of Goro.
Alan Bair is a little surprised, because Goro is a popular meat in most of the empire's star regions. It is not only proven to taste good, but most humans are not known for causing fatal allergies and strange protein diseases. .
In other words, the Lieutenant Colonel of Catachan has never eaten the basic configuration of the Astra Militarum?
"Sir, this is our standard ration. I plan to bring it to you to help you destroy the aliens. The God Emperor is on top."
As the lieutenant colonel walked forward, Alan Bayer could taste the smell of blood and sweat on his body. He took out the so-called "supply" in a jar and pried it open with a knife. His fingers were stained with some oil, water and meat, tasted, and then spat it out.
"Disgusting, what the hell?"
"Do you Wenxing people just live on this?"
"This bag of yours must contain 5-6 cans? It's about 3 kilograms. Are you going to carry this thing through the rainforest? Do you think this is a house game?"
Alan Bair was so scolded that he couldn't open his mouth. Indeed, he looked at the lieutenant colonel's equipment, a short-barreled shotgun, a tactical belt, Catachan's long-edged saber, and nothing else.
As for myself, the energy backpack of the hell gun plus 17 kilograms of firearms, field rations and FRED (spoon, fork, plate), and more if I really go out.
To be honest, ask yourself, could Alan Bair survive without the rubbish issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs?
But he still emphasized. "At least take the energy battery and it will help you kill more greenskins."
At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Avada looked at Alan Bair with interest. He could be a second lieutenant at such a young age. He didn't know anything about the Astra Militarum. After all, he had a lot of experience.
It's just that they basically don't receive supplies from the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Catachans only believe in what they have captured. Most of their weapons are taken from the regiment instead of being distributed, which is why they didn't recognize this disgusting can. .
The lieutenant colonel threw the food back into Alan Beyer's hand. "I don't need to, I will kill the greenskins naturally."
He turned around and headed back to the forest.
Alan Beyer said. "I saw four orcs who could hide themselves. I killed one with my comrades in the battle. Their leader was a one-eyed man. That handle..." He was a little unsure. After all, how could Catachan's war blade be in the hands of an orc? inside.
Lieutenant Colonel Avada paused. "One eye? It's..."
I saw Alan Bair's hesitant look again. "What the hell do you want to say? Say it quickly!"
Alan Beyer replied. "Yes! I saw a Catachan saber! It was across my neck!"
After hearing this, the lieutenant colonel entered the forest without looking back. Alan Beyer felt like he was sweating profusely. After all, he was a member of the special forces with such a high military rank, so he felt tired and difficult to communicate.
But after a moment, the lieutenant colonel's voice came out. "Bring your trash cans and laser guns, and come with us to the greenskin camp to investigate the situation, gentle aliens!" (End of Chapter)