The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 383 371. Living Forest (1)

"I really hope that the navy guys can throw more accurately next time and don't throw us into the jungle!"

On the land of Korhal, the Crosian Panzer Grenadier Regiment 22 was advancing through the jungle. Fortunately, their castle was not destroyed and fell onto the land, but it was a little far away from their target. It was still there. In the jungle.

Those words just now were the angry words of a veteran who wielded his machete and chopped down the trees that were difficult to fall in the jungle. This veteran had a mustache and a scar torn from the right side of his face to the right corner of his mouth. It is said that this was an injury caused to him by a cultist during the rebellion war. As a result, he directly cut it due to the pain. The man's ear was bitten off and then he stabbed the chaotic scum with a dagger to the core.

If no one told you, you would definitely not know that he used to be a policeman in the Ministry of Justice, but something happened while he was handling a noble case, and he was sent to the star realm by his governor and superiors. Inside the legion.

As a major, although he looks fierce and can eat three vegetative people, he can be said to be the most reassuring person in the entire regiment, because their leader is not an outstanding person, he can only be regarded as a mediocre person. Good people, big and small matters still have to be decided by the major and the political commissar.

However, such a regiment is still very rare in the entire army, because the Astra Militarum Legion is not a clean and tidy place. Here you can meet all kinds of scum, just like the peasants who were recruited temporarily in the Middle Ages, there are everyone. Some of the Imperial Astra Militarum are superhumans and some are scum. The difference between the two is whether the world they are in is close to the local administrative center.

Because as long as they get closer to the local administrative center, the governor of their planet must hand over his best soldiers, otherwise the Imperial Navy will be able to hang him at the top of the hive in the next second. But if you, Emperor Tiangao, belong to an inconspicuous one among the tens of millions of planets, then the empire will probably only collect taxes once every few hundred years, and the tax collectors will not be so careful. Some governors are particularly People from the punishment world will hand over the criminals directly. Anyway, most of the people in the outer ring are cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"I really don't understand, why can't Catachan come here? They know how to fight in the jungle better than we do!"

The major couldn't help but complain as he led his men forward in the forest. A young man wearing glasses next to him whispered after hearing this

"Major, there are not that many forest warriors, and there is no way for them to join this expedition."

"Of course I know Nelson, I'm just complaining about those stupid nobles."

The major muttered a few words before continuing to move forward. Although they seemed to be cutting down the trees in front of them very easily, everyone's spirits were tense. Because the noise of the airborne castle landing is too great, when the airborne castle reaches a few hundred meters above the ground, it will spray a large amount of flames towards the surface to burn the earth and quickly clear out tens of square kilometers of scorched earth. This is also The first attack they landed directly destroyed any defenses under their feet. However, this time they landed in the forest and probably didn't have such good luck. Most of them just burned a bunch of useless trees.

But even if they succeeded in burning so many trees, there were still more trees. After all, this director was very big, and what they burned was nothing compared to the forest above. So more still need to be solved with the machetes of the soldiers and the tracks of the tanks. However, as they go deeper and deeper, the tanks can no longer move forward. There is already a Chimera armored vehicle, whose tracks are entangled in vines and cannot move. No, we can only rely on the soldiers to use machetes and electric saws to cut down the trees.

If we continue to cut down trees like this, after cutting down nearly hundreds of meters, everyone is almost dead from exhaustion. They have only advanced no more than 50 meters. Seeing the scene in front of him, the regiment commander had no choice but to look at the sun above his head and the air force fighting in full swing. He could only order to set up camp and establish a defense line after lunch.

Lunch time finally arrived, and the chefs brought out pots of stew. Most of what the soldiers ate was yellow bread made with wheat flour and other grain flours and cheese. Each person was also given a small piece of Glo steak and a cup of punch drink. For food, it was a spoonful of egg white. As well as some quick-frozen vegetables, the officer received a larger piece of Glo beast meat, as well as chicken legs and some candies.

Major Scar didn't want to eat the candies, so he gave the candies directly to the underage children in his camp. The bespectacled soldier sat next to the major and devoured his food. This unfortunate guy was originally an accountant, but later something went wrong with the family he worked for, and he was kicked out to serve as the breadwinner, forcing him to serve here. He is one of the few people in the entire battle group who can read and is also very knowledgeable. At least he is of great help when calculating the group's supplies.

After the major smoked a piece of tobacco he rolled himself, he patted the accountant who was drinking a drink and asked

"Nelson, please estimate when we can dig out that alien city?"

The accountant, who was almost choked, coughed twice, made a visual inspection and said

"If this continues, not even a month will be enough. After all, it will be very difficult for us to march in the virgin forest, and we must ensure that our air superiority is always there, and the enemy will not launch harassment."

"That's just a dream."

The major blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth and looked solemnly at the soldiers who were playing and playing on the newly cut ground after eating. After this battle, some of them had no way to return to the castle. He took another drag on the inferior cigarette in his hand and said

"I bet you that the enemy will appear and attack us probably in the afternoon."

"But it's all a jungle here! I think it's unlikely. How can they get through this terrible jungle? Even if they get through only some skirmishers, we can handle it ourselves."

The major ignored the accountant's words. His eyes were fixed on the jungle, and then he said coldly:

"I also want to know what method they want to use. Let brothers pay attention at night and don't get ripped off by others!"

The facts also proved that the major's decision was correct. In the afternoon, a group of soldiers from other regiments fled back from the jungle in terror, talking nonsense. But from the mouths of this group of frightened people, although their words were unclear, one sentence was extremely clear:

The jungle is alive.