Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 9 The first meal after landing

Haskell was checking to be the first person to leave the transport, and he got into the transport just before the door was fully lowered.

The ship's machinery hums as it transports countless men to battlefields across the galaxy. The school landed softly, almost silently, in the spaceport.

After that, the new recruits who had never seen the world came out like thunder, holding their brand-new laser guns and looking around like children without parents.

He was extremely disappointed at school. The recruits in that period were all messy hive residents, which made him feel numb.

But there was one platoon that was particularly interesting. They came out in an orderly manner among the chaotic crowd, lined up, and waited to be dismissed. The soldiers seemed good and in good spirits.

Ask the company political commissar at school. "Who is the one who excludes me?"

The political commissar rolled his eyes and rolled around. God knows how he graduated from Zhongji Academy with his soldierly temperament, but when he saw the familiar soldiers in the company, he didn't think about the answer for too long.

"No, the fourth platoon of the third regiment led by Alan Bayer." Normally one would not emphasize low-level officers like Dongshi, but it was obvious that the political commissar was once again taking care of someone.

"Oh, that boy who survived, the snake man! A person like that doesn't deserve to die, but he can't help much, so let's do that. His personal supply priority is adjusted between two military ranks."

"His platoon is being transferred to another rank."

The political commissar nodded repeatedly. "A wise man in school."

on the other side.

Alan Bayer was taking a deep breath at the moment. How many days had it been since he became the 11th tax?

Now that he was in a world a few light years away, that experience seemed absurd, at least as if fate had played a joke on him.

But the facts are undeniable.

Even in the thick stone walls there, there is a damp and hot atmosphere, the kind of damp and heat that has never been seen in Skadi, because Skadi is far away from its star, as if it is always in the cold winter.

The alien planet is so humid and hot that even if you fly over the dense jungle, you can still see countless green shadows spreading in all directions.

But he kept smelling the smell of damp ground and rotting vegetation. The smell was so strong that he felt as if it was being "drinked" into his nose.

Even so, he didn't feel like he was on a planet far, far away from his home star, because in his heart, Holy Terra was his home star, and it was just the Amazon.

Wait, why does that tree look like a fern?

Well, probably the home planet of the Jurassic era...

And now they are standing at the top of a huge pyramid-like city. Even if it is not a garden world, the imperial buildings there still maintain the concept of excellence. When the hot light of the star hits him with moisture, most of the soldiers are restless.

Alan Bayer had to scold him with all his strength to keep his legs quiet and tidy. He didn't think it was helpful to him, but it was good.

Soon they arrived at the new settlement, which was familiar and gorgeous. Apart from the moss-covered walls and excessive humidity, there was nothing else like the Anglican Church on their home planet.

Alan Bair instantly felt that it was very similar to the churches in Skadi, and also similar to those in countless other imperial worlds.

The focal point of the building's design is the huge stained glass window at the end of the long space.

It stretches from the floor to the cavernous roof and depicts the God-Emperor in golden armor, with a halo above his head and a flaming sword in his legs.

Perhaps Zhengfu's familiar image made him feel as if he was at home. There was an emperor, the great unifier, in every corner of the empire.

After people entered it, the officer took them to the new room, a long space with niches and echoes. The wonderful murals depict how giants in red armor fight. I asked the priests, they He would talk passionately about how the angels of the empire once saved that world.

Rows of intricately carved wooden chairs were stacked against the walls, making room for entire Astra Militarum troops to spread out their sleeping mats.

The task force headquarters and the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment occupied the huge Ecclesiastical building shortly after arriving at Gondwa VI.

The Ecclesiarchs praised the 3rd Skadi Infantry and blessed them with chants and incense in the Emperor's name, but their sullen faces made it clear that they were not happy with the Imperial Guard commandeering their church as a residence.

As large soldiers, they naturally rested in the church room, walked in bed, or organized their belongings.

Most of the people were cleaning their laser guns with engine oil, and many were looking at the endless forest world from their windows.

The officers began to distribute enemy briefings, once again emphasizing that the greenskins were a disorderly, stupid, and weak race.

And Alan Bayer could hear the officers snickering and talking in front of him without any scruples, talking about whether the new recruits would have their arms broken by the orcs, crying and calling for their mothers.

As we all know, from the time new Imperial Guard soldiers arrive on the battlefield, their average lifespan is a little more than 15 hours.

The mechanical priest girl came from a distance, adjusting communication equipment and heavy explosive bombs for the platoon level formation one by one. Is she deliberate? Generally speaking, she should give priority to adjusting platoons 1-2. Those people are not gangsters or former bailiffs. formed team.

Theory is more important in them.

But she arrived in the fourth row early, and then carefully adjusted the bolt gun for Kailan in the team. She whispered the teachings of the God of All Machines in a low voice, and then skillfully filled the magazine with explosive bombs.

He walked over to the signal soldier again and adjusted his huge backpack with the antenna.

She first came to Alan Bair who was walking on the ground, used her butt to prop up a small pony on the... or should it be the butt? Anyway, it was the strange modification unit of the Oriental body, and then walked in front of him.

"Am I so free?" Alan Baier asked.

"No, just ask for food. He won't work since lunch time." She replied.

"Wrong, do I know that there is strong electromagnetic interference in communications in that world? There are always electromagnetic interference that lasts for an hour 3-4 times a day. He heard what the Lieutenant Colonel said."

Alan Bair frowned. Sure enough, the Warhammer world was not normal. "He doesn't know, thank you for telling him."

They chatted like that until the logistics department brought new food, and soon Aylan discovered that other troops had granola bars and dried fruits.

There was canned meat on his leg.

As he walked, he was looking forward to it. After all, he hadn't eaten anything good for a week. Soon a fast food tray was delivered to his lap. The aroma filled the air and made the Mechanicum girl's mouth water.

Because her lunch only consisted of canned meat and starch cubes, and Alan Bayer actually had fried eggs in his legs, fresh bacon slices made of who knows what kind of meat, and the roots of whole starchy plants, like potatoes or potatoes. thing.

Drinks can be bottles of juice, tropical plants, very popular basic foods, starch blocks. The military life of the empire would be soulless without starch blocks.

He was a little surprised, but he picked up the knife and fork and prepared his legs, until he saw the drooling lump of the blonde girl next to him soaking his bedding.

"Huh?" He made a suspicious nasal sound, and the Mechanicus girl immediately wiped her mouth with her metal leg finger.

He sighed. "Can I trade my cans for his bacon?"

Mr. John looked at him for a long time, and then he poked Dong's penis. "Don't pamper her so much."

"He will." Alan Beyer replied, but did not give out the bacon.

He doubted whether he had written an imperial diet record