Chapter 37 Group Photo
There were only seven soldiers left in Catachan, and the woman Alan Bair was familiar with also disappeared. It was very painful. Avada leaned against the wall and asked the medics to inject him with tonics or something.
There was a big gash on his chest, and the bones were vaguely visible. Alan Bair really didn't know how he could walk through the forest with such a body, but the situation in other Catachans was similar.
The smell of blood on their bodies was frighteningly strong, and their skin was stained with green skin or their own blood, making it difficult to tell. However, the Catachans did not seem pained by the departure of their comrades. Instead, Lieutenant Colonel Avada used the metal to The glove held Alan Bair's shoulder.
"Thank you, thank you for your crazy and terrible plan. If it hadn't been for the huge explosion that attracted One Eye's attention, I wouldn't have escaped. You saved us again."
"And, I got my own trophy." Avada took out a long blade, Alan Bair recognized it, he recognized it, it was the weapon of the one-eyed orc...
"Lieutenant Colonel, you..." Alan Bair was a little worried, but he couldn't help but admire the Catachans. Can he win his own honor under the hands of monsters and monsters? Can he do it?
Lieutenant Colonel Avada rubbed his belly. "Is there anything to eat?"
Alan Bair took out the can and heated it carefully. Lieutenant Colonel Avada didn't mind it this time. He put on a bandage and started to eat, although it was doubtful whether the food would fall out of the wound on his abdomen.
Although the remaining Catachans were injured, they were still energetic and stood up with the help of four rows of soldiers. The staff officer left after seeing something when he came down. God knows what he was going to do?
The Catachans seemed not to know what failure meant, and even a narrow escape was nothing to them. After finishing their meal, they readjusted their weapons and soon planned to go into the forest to continue their reconnaissance and guerrilla warfare against the greenskins.
The soldiers were in awe of the elites of the Astra Militarum. They were the Empire's true line of defense. When they left, there were Cadia, Krieg, Valhalla, and other men and women of the Empire.
If even those people cannot stop the evil and destructive power, the angels of the empire will come and bring real fear to those enemies.
The soldiers performed the aquila salute to the Catachans who left, but the Catachans just walked out with their weapons, generously serving their cause.
But under such circumstances, a guy who extremely ruined the atmosphere and was a little out of touch came. He was holding a strange device with a skull engraved on it. Alan Beyer looked at it for a long time before he recognized it.
"Camera?"
"That's right." The staff officer held it. "I just saw the propaganda staff of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and I said, I have good material, the friendship between Catachan and the soldiers, and I took pictures for them, and we can keep a copy of the material we got."
Then the staff officer shouted. "Does anyone want to take a photo?"
The soldiers in the fourth platoon were very interested, but Catachan didn't want to. They didn't want those witchcraft to stain their souls, but the staff officer was obviously a bit thin-skinned towards everyone. After the staff officer had a mysterious conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Avada, they agreed. .
Alan Bayer was a little surprised, he approached the staff officer and asked. "What did you say?"
The staff officer replied. "I will apply for melta weapons for them at the cost of taking pictures."
Alan Beyer said. "I want it too!"
said the staff officer. "I don't think your soldiers can get close to the enemy and then use a melta. I will only meet the conditions for the troops."
Alan Bayer pouted, but the staff officer did help him a lot and did not continue talking.
In this way, the Catachans stood in the first row. There were 70 soldiers in the four rows. Only non-commissioned officers and above could join. Avada, Alan Bair, and the three staff officers were in the C position in the middle.
The heavy bomb was placed at the front, Kelan squatted beside it, caressing his old friend, and John yawned. He had taken a picture and found it average.
Catachan was on pins and needles because he thought it was witchcraft, and his expression was not very good. The fools in the four rows were very excited, and they were in good condition as if they had not been chased by the greenskins.
The staff officer and Alan Bair had their arms around each other, trying to show a warm enough Astra Militarum appearance, although most of the time they were playing tricks on each other.
The Adeptus Mechanicus girl happened to pass by holding toast, covering Kailan, leaving only the loyal look of the heavy bolter...
The camera is set, click, click, and now, maybe in a few years' time they will appear in the monthly issue of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but how it will be arranged is unclear.
A strange portrait of the Astra Militarum beings fell on the camera, and the people from the Ministry of Military Affairs quickly printed it out. He made three copies of the photo, one each for the staff officer, Catachan, and Alan Bair.
Alan Bayer got the photo, which is reinforced and thickened, like a card, and this photo will be hung in their station and will become their long-term souvenir.
On the site of the original No. 3 Outpost, One Eye, whose arm was cut by Catachan, healed his arm in just a few hours, but he was still distracted by the huge explosion and failed to deal with those Catachan shrimps.
He touched his waist with dissatisfaction. The best thing in that position was taken away by the dead shrimp, but he would get it back and get more. It was crazy to say that he had a sense of expectation for this...< br>
Suppressing his excitement, he watched the boys carrying scraps to build this place into a new outpost, and several fear iron cans were also being built. If Brother Mao comes again, this waaagh will definitely be exciting enough.
One Eye gasped, feeling something special was stirred in his heart.
Iron Teeth, however, was not in such a wonderful mood. The wound on his stomach was opened by the violent explosion and his waist was broken twice. Now he can only sew his stomach with iron sheets.
He is now an "iron waist".
Iron Teeth cursed. "Why the hell did Xiami come up with such a plan? My boy, my waist!"
Looking at the dark traces on the ruins with one eye, he grinned. "I have seen a shrimp spaceship bombing a planet full of shrimps, and countless shrimps were gone, and they didn't care."
"What does this mean? Xiami are crazy, so we like to play with them"
Iron Teeth also laughed. "The boss is right! waaagh them!"
The boys echoed, even if they were scarred and their guns were bent, it was nothing to the greenskins. This was just an appetizer.
As long as the scrap metal is still enough and the boy is still playing around, this party made of life will not break up. One-Eye stepped on the corpse of the Catachan who died in the war on the ground, crushed it with his feet, and then He took a deep breath of blood mist.
He didn't like the smell of alive shrimps, but he liked the flow of blood and their rotten smell, which made One-Eye feel satisfied, just like he had been living for this until now.
The Tech Master is banging on the unformed can of fear, and the boys are constantly carrying scraps, but this is not the core of One-Eye's plan. He has a plan that he can come up with only when he understands humans very well, and it will definitely give the shrimps a unique surprise!
He showed a smile that made Iron Teeth's hair stand on end after seeing it. This smile was the same expression he showed before victory in the arena...
He felt that his one-eyed enemy was going to be in bad luck, and then turned and cursed at the boy. "Hurry up, hurry up!"
But One Eye just moved forward slowly, looking into the distance, as if he could see Karu City through the dense forest. (End of chapter)