Chapter 30 John’s Identity
At the top of the guard tower, this is the place Alan Bair only likes, and it is also the place he often comes. It is the only place where he feels that his destiny is in his own hands, at least in his eyes.
It may also be because the lieutenant left here. In short, he is not a person who cannot face the past. This kind of spirit is undoubtedly very good in the Astra Militarum, very good.
As he stared at the fern leaves that had been punctured by flares that day, they were one of the few places in the forest where light could shine.
His eyes were looking at the starry sky, and he was drinking the supplies he received from the headquarters today. The damn taste reminded people of drinks such as sugar water that cost one yuan a pack in the canteen.
As for Alan Bayer, he had never seen the starry sky in his previous life or in the nest. At this moment, he was fascinated by the starry sky. Even if it was just a little bit, a little bit of a hole, it was still burned out by his own flares.
He said to John next to him. "Did you know that stars are not satellites or planets, but indescribable stars in the Milky Way? In other words, solar systems like Holy Terra are everywhere in the Milky Way."
"Sometimes I think about whether humans are really that special, just like an alien race randomly born among the stars in the sky."
John lowered his head and looked at the Ministry of War manual. This is issued to any Imperial Guard in the galaxy, and is updated every Monday. Just because of the long subspace and supply lines, each sector produces the manual independently, combining common sense and needs. Put promotional stuff on it.
The content of this issue is to explain what snow is, the object of snow, and what this weather can bring.
To be honest, whether you have seen snow or not, you will find the above content interesting. The reason is very simple. Its tone is to take snow seriously and explain its effects in a serious manner. Will it be harmful or harmful to people? If there is no threat, can it be used in combat?
People who live in a world without snow probably need it, and those who live in a world with snow will also find it inexplicably funny.
But this planet obviously does not have the ability to snow. In other words, John is not sure whether the logistics of the Ministry of Military Affairs are randomly issuing supplies...
Maybe one day he will receive a heavy and big ski suit...
John watched for a long time before answering Alan Beyer's question. "What is the snowball casting module? And I will not report what you just said to the superiors. Please pay attention next time."
Alan Bair cursed. "You unromantic guy."
They were still arguing, and the door at the top was opened, and the beautiful brown-haired girl stuck her head out. Of course, she was indeed beautiful. After all, Skadi was a "hairy girl", but in another ten years she might become potbellied. …
Ahem, Alan Beyer got rid of his random thoughts, and the young lady lady came up with dinner.
"Oatmeal bar with military flavored nutritional solution again?!" Mr. John waved his hand. "Let me die, let me die by the green gun."
Alan Bair didn't care. The days he ate starch cubes in the hive completely changed his picky eating problem. He could eat even green-skinned corpses, not to mention oatmeal bars.
He took his dinner and ate it, and from time to time he sprinkled strange sauce on the granola bars to add flavor. He could eat this for another week.
In contrast, Mr. John's reaction was really unlike that of a hive citizen, and Alan Bair also asked him with interest. "Brother, what do you do in Chaodu? I haven't seen you in the factory?"
There was a trace of hesitation in Mr. John's eyes, and then it flashed away. "What do you do...My family runs a small stall, selling groceries and handicrafts, and earning some starch cubes to survive."
The hive city is like this, barter for barter, the nobles don't care what the bottom is doing, the natural currency is food.
But Alan Bair felt something was wrong. If he were a real hive city resident, let alone the granola bars, let him eat just the condiments.
To be honest, his memory only limited to the time when he came to this world and worked in the factory.
"Small vendor?" He was doubtful until the brown-haired recruit girl next to him showed an expression that said, "I have something to hide."
Alan Bair turned around and said. "What's wrong, Corporal? What's the problem?"
The girl glanced at John, who drew circles on his chest as if nothing had happened.
"No, sir, no, I'm just having a headache about my private female menstrual period!"
After Alan Bayer heard this excuse, he couldn't continue to ask, but Mr. John didn't seem to be normal, so he pointed at John.
"Why do you feel like everyone knows what's going on, but I don't?"
John sighed. "Okay, okay, boss, I say."
"I didn't hide it from you on purpose, but there were too few people in the hive who didn't recognize this matter. At first, I thought you might have failed to recognize it like that bastard gang leader, but then I quickly realized that you were real. I don’t know.”
"I don't blame you. After all, I have always been very low-key. I only recently regained that identity because of the platoon leader incident. In fact, I am..."
Before John could finish his words, a beam of light shot through the forest and hit the wall of the sentry tower, leaving a dark hole. Alan Bair realized at once that this was... Catachan's warning!
Alan Bair no longer cares who that John is, they are all soldiers of the Emperor at this moment.
He walked up to the warning device at the top of the outpost, pressed it, and there was a violent, violent sound in the outpost, and he yelled at the device.
"There is an attack, the enemy is unclear, the Catachan 72nd Regiment has reported to me, and the entire team is now in combat mode!"
After a while, people walked out of the outpost and crowded into the trenches. The number of about 60 people could not fit in the trenches. Kailan had already loaded the heavy explosive bomb. Alan Bair picked up the telescope. The range of the hell gun allowed him to stand on the top of the outpost. Shoot the enemy, so he does not go down. Here he can also judge the situation and effectively choose whether to send a flare or not.
He looked towards the forest in the distance. The battlefield was surprisingly quiet. There was no annoying waaagh or those green-skinned rumbling mechas. There was only the faint light in the distant forest and the muffled sounds from time to time.
There was no doubt that the Catachan 72nd was fighting the orks, and he couldn't help.
I also want to update on Monday (apply for the Propaganda Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs)
(End of chapter)