The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2737: The Sun-Kissed Land (II)

Looking at the large bag of white sugar, Kang's face lit up with a smile, and he vigorously fanned Hayes with his fan.

"Thank you for your hard work. The Children's Day is in two weeks. I plan to make some rose candies to give to the little rascals. I wonder when the fresh rose juice will arrive."

"Keep calling the group chaplain. By the way, Kang, I saw a lot of people in town handing out conscription leaflets, and the TV channels have been broadcasting it constantly. Have you heard anything about it?"

Kang frowned upon hearing this, and gently fanned himself with the fan from behind.

"No, I haven't. Is there going to be a war?"

Hayes sighed softly and shook his head.

"I hope not. We haven't had many peaceful days yet."

After saying goodbye to Kang, Hayes drove to the front of the brigade office. It was also an ordinary small house, next to a small clinic. The young accountant sitting in the room, enjoying the fan while writing, and the mechanic repairing a servo skull, hurriedly opened the door when they saw him.

"Brigade Commander, you're back."

At this moment, old Doctor Feton, with his white hair, also walked out of the clinic and greeted Hayes. He was originally an unknown military doctor in the Maelstrom Expeditionary Force. Now he lives here with his son and daughter. Last year, his daughter married a mechanic from another company, but the old military doctor's son had no interest in studying medicine. Instead, he was a passionate young man who loved military affairs and war, and often pestered Hayes for a letter of introduction to join the regular army in the division headquarters—many people knew that Hayes had special connections in the division headquarters, and a good friend of his who held an important position in the division headquarters often came to the countryside to find him, and even brought his family for vacation.

But Hayes didn't dare to write this easily, and he could see that old Feton didn't want his son to be foolish, but having a son in old age spoiled the child, just like a wild horse that couldn't be stopped.

Every family has its own problems.

"Ah, move these things. Doctor Feton, I've brought back your things."

Hayes carefully picked up a very sturdy white box from the carriage, then carried it to the clinic, while the mechanic manipulated a slightly bulky three-legged transport machine to start unloading—the planet's laws strictly prohibit the use of servitors, and also prohibit slavery and human trafficking, which is also what Hayes is most proud of. Their home is not a world where humans enslave humans, nor is it a world where people are made into half-mechanical slaves.

Although differences in rank and wealth still exist, in Hayes's eyes, it is already enough to be called paradise. He hopes that his descendants can continue to live in such a world.

The old military doctor opened the box after unlocking the buckles. A cool mist filled the air, making Hayes subconsciously move closer.

"The vaccines have finally arrived. There are a dozen children in the brigade waiting for vaccination. Here are, um, yes, children's medicine and strengthening agents."

Seeing that the doctor was fine, Hayes walked out of the clinic and took out a few receipts.

"These are the things that were purchased. Take note of them. Also, the company has arranged shooting training at 2 PM tomorrow afternoon, at the company's shooting range. Remember to broadcast it in the morning."

"Yes."

"Then I'll go to the farm first."

Afterwards, Hayes drove to the farm located on the east side of the village. It was a huge steel structure building, completely built by the Adeptus Mechanicus, more than ten meters high and covering an area of more than four thousand square meters, and it was also a very important industry of the brigade.

Several strong men, veterans who had served in the army, were already waiting for him at the gate.

"The feed is here, move it in first."

After parking the car, Hayes came to the carriage, throwing the feed bags one by one onto the three-legged transport machine, and then walked into the farm.

Once inside, the temperature was noticeably lower than outside. Temperature regulators were installed here during construction, so some people sarcastically said that the livestock lived better than humans. And receiving such treatment were groups of huge animals buried in feed troughs.

These animals have an average height of over 1.5 meters, a length of over 4 meters, brown skin, and a seemingly tough outer skin. They have large heads, short necks, barrel-shaped bodies, very short limbs, a significantly downward-folding face, and a nose positioned very high, all the way under the eye sockets. The upper jaw has a pair of long teeth equivalent to canine teeth, but the mouth is a resolute keratinous beak, and the feed they eat contains a very high proportion of plants.

They move very slowly and stay together in groups, making a unique hum.

This creature is called a Heterodont Beast. Although the name sounds a bit dangerous, it is actually an extremely docile, gregarious herbivore. This livestock is also cultivated by the Adeptus Mechanicus (actually a specialty of a certain Aeldari feral world). Compared to the almost violent nature of the Grox, the most common livestock in the Imperium, these beasts can be called harmless. When faced with threats, they only instinctively gather together, but their diet is extremely broad, even including poisonous plants, and they grow extremely fast, are not afraid of cold or heat, males only need about 150 days to fully mature, females can produce an average of 20-30 cubs per litter, and their disease resistance is extremely strong. The meat is tender and delicate, with a unique plant fragrance, and is also known as fragrant meat.

This fragrant meat is not only extremely popular on the planet, but also a key product for export trade after being made into canned food. It is generally raised on a large scale by professional ranches, but integrated farms like the one Hayes is in also have some small-scale breeding, mainly supplying the surrounding villages and towns, and can also create more income for the brigade.

But they probably don't know that the meat of this short-limbed dragon is a "difficult to swallow" inferior food for the feral Aeldari of its origin, basically used to feed carnivorous dragons. Moreover, because of its high breeding efficiency, if you are not careful, there will be millions of them in the wild, and they will snatch food from other herbivorous dragons in large quantities. It was also Soshjan's accidental hearing of Veronica's story of "short-limbed dragon plagues" that made him notice this inconspicuous little thing.

This thing is indeed a "disaster" in the Aeldari world. After all, there are few people, so relying on carnivorous dragons to eat is not much, but on the human side...

The only fear is not enough to eat.

"This batch should be ready to be sold soon."

"Brigade Commander, who will this batch be sold to?"

"I have already talked to the division headquarters cannery, and the original purchase price will be increased by 8%. There are more children in the brigade, and the kindergarten is too small now. I plan to build a bigger and better one, and then discuss it with everyone."

After staying at the farm for another half an hour, Hayes finally returned home. When he parked the car on the side of the house, and just opened the car door and got out, he felt something grabbing his leg. Looking down, it was a little guy in a short shirt, not even up to his knees, wiping his snot and tears on his trouser leg.

"Daddy... Sister scolded me... she... scolded me..."

Hayes grinned, bent down and picked him up, wiped his little face with the sweat towel on his back, then gently teased his pink nose with his finger, and said with doting smile:

"What happened between you and your sister again? Didn't we agree not to fight? That way, Dad will buy you jumping candy, my little Jung."