Chapter 233 Who are you? hero? Time travel? The Emperor's Angel?
For many years since entering the expedition, the Skadi Infantry Regiment has become a model that cannot fail. The Sun Lord always knows what qualities his soldiers need, even if it is cruel to this group of poor people who escaped from death. Trembling, this matter will not change.
Stepping into this dark warehouse, it felt ironic that the dungeon-like place had become a safe house for the Imperial Guard.
At the same time, the number of wounded and dead reached tens of thousands at this moment, and even more people deserted the march, which was almost inevitable.
But if you don't carry out crazy aggressive actions and occupy a place where you can rest and recuperate, forcefully attacking the castle will only cause greater losses.
Crazy and bold substitutions led to success. As always, as a commander and strategist, the Sun Lord had no mercy for his soldiers. In the overall situation, he himself was also expendable.
This is the case in this universe. Death is not necessarily terrible, but if the soul falls into the maw of the Chaos Gods, it is definitely something crazier than death.
Secondly, this attack also became a screening. Those recruits who have courage and will but no experience and luck are not suitable to become Skadi infantry.
It must be both, with no shortcomings, firm will, and no hesitation. Even though the team has shrunk a lot now, with only 50,000 people, Alan Bayer does not feel bad, but the overall military strength has increased.
Fewer infantry means that Skadi's fourth company's stretched staff can be alleviated, and it also means that the pressure on command is reduced. Although it is cruel, pulling those people directly into the battlefield is the fastest way.
Secondly, the recruits disperse the firepower shouldered by the veterans, allowing the fully armed and well-equipped Skadi veterans to exert more power unscrupulously. At the same time, their dazzling performance and iron-blooded style will be passed on to the surviving recruits like a teacher to his students. .
The Sun Lord is using the fastest method to teach the new recruits how to survive as the Imperial Guard in this dark universe and how to adapt to the craziest and most changing war.
Multiple sandbags were carried out from the warehouse, and the internal transportation gate was firmly blocked by the war defense line. The loose structure of the sand could alleviate the firing of most power weapons. This logic can still be used after the 40th millennium.
The more primitive things are, the closer they are to the truth of war. In essence, war is about hacking at each other and throwing stones at each other. It just keeps expanding, changing, and seemingly different under the terrible machine called civilization.
This thing is not complicated. The sandbag can resist shooting, making it difficult for projectiles to pass through. It is stronger than the human body and weighs a lot, that's all.
The enemies near this simple camp have been cleared. In addition to barbed wire, sandbags and basic emergency food that cannot meet the soldiers' energy intake, the warehouse only has canned food. To be precise, it is canned beans produced in the agricultural world, similar to boiled broad beans.
The beans soaked in the pale white soup looked like a swollen corpse, but they tasted only slightly sour and impressively monotonous.
But on the battlefield, especially behind enemy lines, being able to provide soldiers with an extra can of this stuff is both a guarantee of energy and psychological comfort.
Cooking starch cubes, beans, and a small amount of meat together to make a paste that tastes good is the secret to maintaining the battle line.
The Sun Lord did not regret attacking this warehouse. It provided a large amount of basic materials and good supplies. After all, even if he was provided with any weapons, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers without training and operation to exert their power.
Yes, the Emperor's blessing, it was the Emperor's blessing that they were able to get here so smoothly. The Sun Lord stood on the newly built small watchtower. To be precise, it was made of wooden boards on the surface of the slightly higher castle. In terms of manpower and materials, If there is enough, it will be completed in less than a day.
Don't doubt the engineering capabilities of the Imperial Guards who can dig trenches. They have the numbers, experience, and physical strength. As long as the food pipes are enough and the guns are usable, they can unleash their amazing potential.
Cultists are no more terrifying than monsters, ghosts, and snake gods. At least they are more "mellow" than orcs, dark elves, titanium and other aliens. At this moment, Alan Bayer listened to the sound of the gurgling pot behind him and used the locking system to aim far away. Traitors under investigation.
This was one of the few pleasures he had, to be precise, it was the pleasure of two people. When the fragrance of rice carried the bone-deep stench of an untouchable person, Alan Beyer lamented the pain to his nose, and then shot.
Bang bang bang, three shots were fired, and the fierce energy hit the reconnaissance team moving forward hidden in the haze of the building in the distance. The projectiles grazed the skeleton decorations and the adamantine wall, and accurately hit the heads of those people.
The mortal body was evaporated in an instant, and a frightening scene appeared where the energy touched it. A body had not fallen down yet, maintaining the same appearance as when it acted before. The entire head dissipated, and the clothes down from the shoulders evaporated. , revealing charcoal-like skin.
Even his teammates didn't notice anything was wrong. They shook his body that suddenly stopped moving. Only then did the body realize its own death and slowly fell down, so that its chest was still rising and falling weakly.
Some lucky ones, seeing the death of their teammates in front of them, no longer dare to move forward. The horrific corpses are almost suffocating, and they can only run away in embarrassment.
Relic pistols cannot do this under normal circumstances. The mechanical sights without a scope mean that although this relic of the Dark Ages has a powerful shooting distance and accuracy, it does not have a scope installed for convenience.
But with the blessing of the Sun Lord Emperor, he had a cheat, so he had no fear, and even turned this matter into fun, enjoying the chaotic fear of those traitors, which could not only demoralize the enemy, but also hinder investigation.
Therefore, Skadi's first sniper, Lytlin boy and second sniper Sun Lord are locked in this tiny place. The good news is that Alan Bair can enjoy delicious stew, Lytlin boy can enjoy veteran supplies, and With access to fresh meat and canned Glo, the Sun Lord can just grab good stuff from the inventory.
A piece of soft and juicy stewed meat with a special flavor is paired with a few rare leaves of green vegetables and bread. The unique body odor of the Letling kid makes this delicacy feel like stinky tofu.
His hairy fingers cut into pieces of meat, and since he was serving food to the Sun Lord, he wore gloves for the first time to maintain proper hygiene.
"Boss, you're done." Boy Letling said. Although Alan Bayer knew that his ugliness was not his problem, and he had experienced many wars and had experienced the worst situations and would not care about the smell, but that subconscious Disgust touched his soul.
Alan Bayer forced himself to squeeze out the words of thanks through his teeth and tried to remain normal, because he didn't want to breathe at the moment, and he even thought about it in a bad way if the psyker and the untouchable stayed together for a day. That one will go crazy first.
The food is indeed remarkable. Since the boy Lytlin is the only chef Alan Bair has been able to interact with for a long time, he has given many of his Chinese food ideas to the boy. Although the Sun Lord has only a little understanding of it, he is not interested in exploring it. But it is a rare treasure for the rat people who are on the road of food.
In this 40th millennium, when entertainment is gradually fading away, the concepts of steaming, stir-frying, and the use of fermented sauces have given the rat people many crazy ideas, but they are limited to war environments and cannot be used.
At this moment, Alan Bayer actually tasted the smell of braised meat from the stew. The fat of the glo beast was originally similar to pork. Now it is cooked and fried for a long time. Except for the lack of crock pot and rice wine, the taste has already changed. Remarkable.
It's just that the taste impact of pairing it with bread is a bit like eating braised pork with grilled steamed buns, which makes Alan Bayer, a former rice lover, slightly uncomfortable, but it's also hard to imagine that this is a battlefield diet.
"You are really a genius." He was not stingy with his praise. Even the naturally disgusting attributes of the untouchables could not prevent Alan Bayer from commenting like this. The boy Lytlin only rubbed his curly hair, half short in stature. Standing up, he is only as tall as Alan Beyer sitting down.
He stretched out, gulped down the greasy food to replenish energy, and then began to snipe at the enemy with his carbine.
He could even be distracted by talking to Alan Beyer. "Boss, where were you born? Are you a noble from the legendary Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar? Skadi has no food culture."
Alan Bair fights haha. "Really? I just like reading."
"But you have never seen anything other than a strategic report in front of me." The boy Letling said so, and fired outside, making the air here become silent and mixed with the roar of firearms.
He waited for a while and then said reluctantly. "You are not a Skadi. Everyone can see that. Some say you are an angel sent by the Emperor. Some say you are a person brought by the energy of the subspace from ancient times. Some say you have experienced the Great Crusade and witnessed the Emperor." The appearance of the emperor walking on earth.”
"Although it's strange for me to ask, I have to admit that the entire expeditionary force, no, the entire empire that knows your experience is troubled by this matter."
"Who are you?" the boy asked in a serious tone, but he did not dare to turn his head and look at Alan Bayer, because as a soldier, he did not dare to question his commander, and as an individual, he could not question his friends, but He couldn't be soft-hearted, now was the chance to get answers.
Now he just hopes that the Sun Lord will spit out a ridiculous but hopeful statement to solve the mystery to him and tell him who he is following.
The Imperial Guards are not fools, and the Imperial people are not fools either. Alan Bair used a spoon to stir the Glo pork belly floating in reddish-brown oil in his bowl, thinking about how to confess.
It was impossible for him to confess in public, but in private with only his own people, he hesitated whether the Sun Lord needed to tell the answer to the person he trusted.
The Inquisition and the National Religion are already his own, and he has reached the pinnacle of power. No matter how outrageous the things he says at this moment, as long as he proves that he loves the Emperor, the matter will be reduced from big to small. What's more, in the Empire, the Dark Ages have not been so far. There are many people who have traveled through space. Under the influence of subspace, everything is possible.
He decided to confess. This is not bad, but it can stabilize people's hearts. Secondly, he doesn't know whether the things he only knows are true and whether they are in line with the truth of this world, because only practice is fundamental. He has not experienced it. Anything from the time of the Great Crusade is only a fragment of what people in another era made up.
Considering that psykers existed in the ancient Terran era, Alan Bair speculated that a British psyker used his ability to predict those things, and with more and more kid thinking, the future of the universe was gradually Reality was constructed, but was it accurate, or was the Emperor himself involved?
Who knows, maybe it’s a parallel world, maybe it’s subspace, but this aspect is always so mysterious and fascinating.
So since Alan Bayer uses his own "ancient imagination" to lead future heroes forward, then they are qualified to know where this "absurd dream" comes from.
"Okay, what I say next may not be recorded in Miss Inquisitor's record, but what I say is definitely the truth." Alan Bair said.
"First of all, I do have some secrets, but people in this era have secrets, and you also know that everyone will have a bad past or a bad physical situation." Alan Bayer said, suddenly stuck, he had to Don't tell.
"Sorry, let me think of words, it's hard to describe, first of all..."
"I'm not at this time..." He was halfway through his words when he suddenly saw an irritating bright red flower in the distance outside the observation deck from the corner of his eye.
"Red Pirate!" he shouted, and the Lytlin boy suddenly became confused and said. "You were a Red Pirate?!"
"Go to nm Red Pirates, I said there are red pirates coming, direction 3 o'clock, look carefully behind the bunker." Alan Bayer emphasized. After a while, the boy Letling also saw the conspicuous trophy rack. To be precise, they They didn't want to hide themselves. Even if they faced the heroes of the Imperial Guard, they didn't feel that they would be worse than mortals.
That kind of arrogance is what Alan Bair likes to see, and it is also the root reason why the Sun Lord presses the Space Marines to the ground time and time again and rubs their mutated old faces against the ground.
The Skadi will have a hard time dealing with the organized war groups of the Empire, but the Chaos Space Marines without logic and command, no matter how strong their physical fitness and combat effectiveness are, as long as they are not Chaos Demons and Demon Princes per capita, they are just single soldiers. .
Contrary to people's usual concepts, joining Chaos did not make those guys stronger, but made them weaker. They lost their tactics and command, and they were no longer scary.
The Sun Lord turned on the radio. "Everyone is ready. The Space Marines are here. Tell the new recruits not to step out of the bunker and not to attack."
"By the way, keep the dog tags in your mouth to avoid being blown up by the bomb. Secondly, those are all temporarily hand-carved by yourselves. They are not clear enough. If you can't see the name, be careful!" (End of Chapter)< br>