Chapter 38 The Green Skin’s “Surprise”
Diary
Written by: Second Lieutenant Alan Beyer
Preface: I suddenly realized how crazy what I did was. I am still worried that I am not enough to deal with the future, but everyone still trusts me. I plan to record the contents of the period of stationing to facilitate the judgment of the green skin trends in the future. , let me live longer in the dark world.
Recorded in: Karu City, the fourth platoon special garrison.
Content: The days since being stationed have been relatively peaceful. If you can accept the crowded city, platform, and any place you live in that is full of human beings, it will definitely be comfortable here.
There is not much harassment from the greenskins. Of course, they may be watching me from the dark and want to take away everything humans have.
And I still think inadvertently, if the Webway is not broken and the God-Emperor still stands, will the future of mankind be better?
When I realized this and thought about it, I felt more than regret... resentment!
I suddenly found that I had completely integrated into this terrifying universe, just like a so-called ordinary person, but this is not bad. I am not an Astartes, and there is no so-called system, only the hell gun and the trust of my companions. , one’s own beliefs.
Let’s talk about something nice, something that I hope I will still remember in the future. I took everyone to the tavern. Looking at them wolfing down the food, I couldn’t help but feel that it would be good to continue like this.
We began to learn how to play the card games of this era, and how to maintain discipline on the platform. The fourth row is like a family, and I am not a tough guy. What maintains this team is not power, but faith and belief in the Emperor. Family affection.
It's strange to say, but under such circumstances, people will not realize how to rely on others. Gradually, I have become their "father", although using the word "father" is a bit arrogant.
But this is a heavy burden, and it also makes me sleep very late. Under the light of the Lumen Tower, I will continue to check the situation outside at night until it gets a little brighter. This is similar to my days in the factory, but it requires more concentration. .
The greenskins were very quiet. It had been a week since that incident, and it was a rare comfortable day. Although there were still reports of attacks on other gates and outer walls, the aliens could not break through, but there was a vague feeling of uneasiness. But it can't be separated.
Speaking of which, I didn’t realize until I joined the army that today seems to be my birthday, at least in this body.
But no one should be celebrating with me, after all, no one knows.
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Looking at the photos on the wall, the staff officer and he were smiling, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly. If he was the "brother", then the staff officer might be the "brother"?
If the Astra Militarum is really a family, is this kind of relationship really good?
With this in mind, Alan Bayer closed the diary that had become mottled and ugly after struggling in the battlefield. What was recorded in it was his mental journey, and it was only something he could see alone. If there were others in the world who could see it. , he would dig a hole and bury it in it to express his embarrassment.
As the sun slowly climbed out, Alan Bayer would cover himself with a quilt and pretend that he had "slept" all night like others, instead of guarding this place day and night.
As soon as he put the green quilt on his body, a girl with brown hair looked at him mischievously.
Alan Beyer asked. "When did you know?"
The corporal replied, "I discovered it long ago."
"Boss, let me see what you wrote~"
Alan Bayer locked the notebook and put it on his place. "Is it okay to complain about nothing and nothing?"
The corporal nodded. "Received, please show me your incomprehensible and innocuous moaning to me, Corporal!"
Alan Byrby made a silent gesture. "Jing Jing, why is your character getting more and more wild?"
"Mom is so annoying. Have you finished maintaining the equipment today?"
The corporal squinted at the ceiling. "Ah, that, it will be done immediately."
Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "The Astra Militarum is really blind in asking you to join the army."
But even though he said this, he still noticed that the corporal had cut off her favorite long hair, which was now at most ear-length.
The two people stood up silently and looked at the forest in the distance. This world was undoubtedly beautiful, but it was also undoubtedly dangerous, with primitive animals, strange magnetic fields, and terrifying green skins.
But rather than fearing her, finding ways to conquer her is the greatness of mankind.
At this moment, the spaceship transporting cargo slowly landed on the top of Karu City. Each one had a cargo capacity of 200 tons. At the star port, it slowly descended from the atmosphere and orbit. This is the lifeblood of the Astra Militarum, and also The most important point is that now that Karu City is blocked, the hive's food self-sufficiency is not a problem, but a large amount of ammunition and equipment consumption still relies on transportation from the major worlds of the empire.
Things that are constantly jumping from his hometown Skadi, or materials from other nearby worlds, or even from outside the same star region, are being imported here to ensure that everything operates normally.
But the sky-high light suddenly burst out from the south, and the intense heat turned into small stars and shot upwards, booming, not just one or two, but dozens of shots!
After a while, the vibrations could be felt even by Alan Bair on the lower floor.
"What?!"
He held the gun and looked around vigilantly, but saw a scene that he would never forget. A huge imperial ship fell downwards with thick smoke due to a sudden anti-orbital attack.
The transport barge discharged by the loyal "generous face" fell from the sea of stars, was burned by the atmosphere, disintegrated, and broke into pieces. Countless loyal imperial soldiers on it also died as a result, leaving only scrap iron falling to the ground, smashing a fern. Plant-like forest.
The imperial navy that came to support could only use sub-light depth to leave the planet's orbit to avoid being attacked. They were also unable to locate the greenskins due to the huge sea of trees and magnetic interference, and then launched air support. Now the supplies were also blocked by cannons.
The command headquarters is now in chaos, and the officers are constantly checking various intelligences, but the empire's underlying efficiency prevents them from predicting what is going on.
Colonel Haskell lowered his head and thought amidst the chaotic movements. He was the officer who provided extra supplies to Alan Bair's troops. He was also an important tactical commander and the commander of the first company.
He quickly assessed the situation and reported his thoughts to other officers.
"There are green skins that form anti-orbital equipment. Generally speaking, a single green skin tribe does not have so many resources and technology. Orcs with war boss levels have appeared!"
"And he knows our situation very well. He knows that without the bombing of armored regiments and artillery, his array will not be attacked. They rely on the cover of the forest and the magnetic chaos to destroy our barges without damage!"
"If this continues, the Astra Militarum will soon run out of ammunition and food!"
Sweat dripped from the major general's forehead as he watched the transport spacecraft fall in the distance.
"Inform Catachan to find the enemy's anti-orbital launch array at all costs!" His short, fat fist hit the table. He realized that he had encountered the biggest difficulty in his career. If he could not protect the world, he would have to Demoted!
What the greenskins destroyed was not a cruiser, but a transport ship. However, the cruiser also evacuated the orbit because it was afraid of being attacked. After all, one shot would require a lot of kowtows from the technical priests to repair it.
(End of chapter)