Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"You mean, let my army accept this soldier? There isn't even a reason in this transfer order from the Ministry of Military Affairs? Is this a related account?"

"Are you dreaming? Will people with connections find ways to insert themselves into the Astra Militarum?"

"What if it's someone from the Planetary Defense Force?"

"Come on."

In the metal cabin of the military camp, a colonel and a senior political commissar were arguing over a sudden transfer order from the Ministry of Military Affairs. This document from the Ministry of Military Affairs is so simple and strange that people would immediately think that it was a bad prank or a conspiracy by some saboteurs. But the complex coat of arms on the document truly proved that this document was indeed issued from the hands of those pig-headed people from the Ministry of Military Affairs.

As the direct commander of the Thirty-Seventh Regiment of the Astra Militarum stationed in the Agricultural World of Kamaklan, Colonel Mark has always had a good relationship with his political commissar. Both of them survived countless difficult battles and established a firm relationship during the war. friendship and unshakable faith. In order to commend the outstanding contributions of these two men, the Ministry of Military Affairs actually found that very few people survived each battle, making their survival particularly dazzling.

However, none of these people who survived each battle were simple characters. They were all standouts from millions of soldiers. The combat experience and command capabilities of these surviving veterans and non-commissioned officers are the most precious in the imperial army. wealth.

Because of this, the two were rewarded to train the recruits of the Thirty-seventh Regiment in the agricultural world of Kamaklan, which has beautiful scenery and no serious industrial pollution, and are ready to be dispatched at any time to kill his enemies for the emperor.

Colonel Mark curled his lips, and the scars on his face twisted. "Then let's see what this kid can do."

"If he is a waste, I will not let such a guy bring shame to the glory of the God Emperor."

Commissar Oud pulled the bolt of the bolt pistol in his hand and gave a ferocious smile that the two people could understand.

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"Soap? What parent would give such a ghost name?"

Colonel Mark looked at the young man in front of him. Although his black hair and black eyes seemed a little out of place, his long service life taught Colonel Mark that the empire was very big and it was normal for all kinds of people to appear. of.

This soap was Lin Fan. After communicating with the emperor, he was dragged into various trainings in the secret room by Trajan and his corn friends. Lin Fan can pick up weapons that no mortal can lift, but the only problem is that it is difficult to master the threshold of breaking items. After crushing piles of various weapons and daily necessities, Lin Fan finally trained with the Forbidden Army. Successfully mastered his own power and was able to use it perfectly without crushing anything in his hands.

At the same time, various champions and shooting supermen in the Forbidden Army were helping Lin Fan grow in melee combat and shooting. Lin Fan's shooting skills have been unanimously recognized by the Forbidden Army. As long as Lin Fan is within sight, his shooting is as good as any shooting master in the Forbidden Army. However, he is also limited by his mortal body. His combat skills can only be said to have reached the limit of a mortal. Although he can break weapons and destroy all solid things, he cannot let his mortal body, which cannot accept transformation and strengthening, catch up with the movements of any of the Forbidden Soldiers. He could indeed see what the Imperial Guards were trying to do, but he was completely unable to avoid those attacks. The teachings of the Forbidden Army have ended. They can no longer strengthen a mortal body. They can only hope that Lin Fan's future enemy will be a reckless man like the Blood God, who will run directly into Lin Fan's arms. , and then torn to pieces by him.

After that, he quietly began to mobilize his power in various departments of the empire to create an ordinary but flawless identity certificate for Lin Fan, which contained all the information needed for Lin Fan's false identity. In order to comply with the inefficiency of the empire's administration, it was specially buried under a mountain of books in an unknown document warehouse.

If he didn't know it in advance and had a specialist to search for it, anyone who wanted to dig up Lin Fan's background would have a good experience of the real world of books and literature. The piles and piles of documents are enough to scare any unprepared ignorant person alive. Use up to old age and death.

But when asked what kind of name Lin Fan wanted, Lin Fan without hesitation said that he wanted to be called "Soap."

Although this daily necessities have been preserved for a long time, making soap is not difficult after all. But the Forbidden Army still expressed the same opinion as Colonel Mark about this name: "What a bad name."

But Lin Fan didn't care about that. Lin Fan just waited for someone to complain about his name, and then experienced the ancient plot of Task Force 141 in a 40k flavor.

Of course, it might be difficult for Lin Fan to meet his Price.

"I think the name Soap is a good one. It's simple, recognizable, and impressive."

The Oude political commissar on the side touched his big chin and gave his opinion.

The painting style of the imperial political commissar

"Okay Soap, I don't care what kind of relationship you have with the Ministry of Military Affairs, but when you come to my army, you must obey orders and serve the emperor, you know?" Colonel Mark stared at Lin Fan with an unkind look.

"Yes!" Lin Fan's military boots made a clanging sound as he saluted the colonel and political commissar.

After meeting his commander, Lin Fan was assigned to the third company, a small company of 500 people. It had just been formed and lacked training. Even the equipment was not the best. The best equipment was all assigned to the first and second companies. Connected. However, this is still much better than the fourth and fifth companies below that are used as reserves. At least they can have a laser gun at hand.

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The Thirty-Seventh Regiment is a newly formed Astral Legion. You cannot say that there is a problem with the strength of its members. You must know that unless the empire is forced into a desperate situation, most of the Astral Legions have been selected from mortals. The best warriors possible, not to mention Rambo per capita, but at least most of them were what could be defined as macho men in Lin Fan's time.

The lack of standard equipment can only be attributed to the fact that the empire has too few forge worlds, and the empire has too many armies. Each overloaded forge world is like a huge mouth, endlessly devouring the weapons sent in. Astronomical amounts of minerals are produced, and a large amount of weapons and ammunition are continuously produced for use by the Astra Militarum troops stationed in all directions.

The legion to which the Thirty-Seventh Regiment belongs protects the entire Casare sector. Their equipment must also be produced from the Casare 1 forging world in the sector and delivered to the troops by transport fleets. The next equipment The delivery time, if the Emperor is willing, will be about three years later. Before then, we can only rely on homemade weapons manufactured by the basic industrial facilities on this planet to ensure the equipment of the troops.

In the third company's station, Lin Fan was divided into platoon-level combat units and squad-level combat units, and finally got to know these sturdy men around him.

"Hello, you don't look like a native of this world?" A rather honest-looking 180-year-old man with a big bald head greeted Lin Fan.

"Ah, I was transferred from another world." Lin Fan was surprised when he looked at the strong man in front of him. With his muscles and body, he looked like a little space warrior.

"I am Sergeant Craik, and I belong to the first platoon assault squad of the third company of the thirty-seventh regiment of the Kasare Astra Militarum. Now you are one of ours. Go and make a bed in the squad dormitory over there. ." Crake's thick and worrying finger pointed at an underground bunker in the distance.

Lin Fan felt that the place was more like a vacated cellar than a dormitory.

Carrying his backpack and walking all the way, the strong aroma of vegetables proved that Lin Fan's judgment was correct.

Four or five big men emerged from the cellar, slightly smaller than Crake, but still much stronger than Lin Fan. They were all gearing up and looking grim.

"Hey, boy. There is an old tradition in our assault squad. You have to prove your ability first. If you beat any of us, you will get respect. Otherwise, you should go back and help us transport ammunition! Hahaha !" Rough laughter came, and this was how Lin Fan's first conflict happened when he arrived at the army station.

In the distant forest, Commissar Oude was observing Lin Fan's every move with a telescope in his hand. Although not every recruitment into the Astra Militarum would make him so alert, it was particularly strange for the Ministry of Military Affairs to deploy a soldier on such a temporary basis. In more than ten years of experience as the political commissar of Austria and Germany, he has never seen the strange thing of assigning only one soldier at a time.

Although the Ministry of Military Affairs would sometimes send out idiots to make strange arrangements, Commissar Oud still felt that something was wrong with this guy. This had nothing to do with any evidence or intelligence he had, it was just his intuition that kept beating.

In several previous battles, the Oude political commissar was able to grow step by step from a trainee political commissar to the present, and even had his own exclusive bolt gun, just relying on his own intuition. Commissar Oud believed that his intuition was the emperor's hint and oracle, which was a recognition of his loyalty.

The Oude political commissar hates guys like Lin Fan who are airborne. After all, the service of the Astra Militarum has a time limit. When a soldier is lucky enough to survive the battlefield and return to his hometown. What awaits him is a generous retirement package from the Ministry of Military Affairs, which may be a piece of real estate, or he may be incorporated into a department in the local world to receive a salary and spend his life peacefully and leisurely.

This kind of treatment is much better than that of the Planetary Defense Forces on the planet, so there will always be many guys in safer worlds who try their best to come from the Planetary Defense Forces to the Astra Militarum, waiting eagerly to be discharged.

The Kasare Sector is such a peaceful place, far from the edge of the Empire. Most people on the planet will never talk about the powerful enemies and terrors that the Oude political commissar has seen in their entire lives. They have not even seen decent rebels.

Of course, this is due to the fact that the governor of their planet is a capable and good man. While meeting the imperial taxes, he can also think of creating a green paradise for the people on the planet to have enough food and clothing. The empire is so big that there are always some planet managers whose governance level has exceeded the lower limit. Even the Orcs have better management skills than them. The size of the empire also leaves enough room for the birth of good people who are truly capable and love the people of their planet.

The Ord Commissar would catch this soapy pigtail and drive him away from the Astra Militarum without mercy. If the situation turns bad, the commissar doesn't mind letting the machine spirit of the bolt pistol he hasn't used for a long time roar again, just like he shot those deserters and cowards in the past.