novellk Chapter 271 Stationed
Chapter 271 Stationed
Chapter 271 Stationed
The cooking class does not exist for this dying army. The tarpaulin is propped up in the place where the raindrops fall, and the stew is cooked under the dripping raindrops. It is not rich, but canned food and starch mixed into soup. But just the warmth that hot food, water, can bring can bring little spirits to those who have lost their souls.
Military eating equipment, a set of forks, spoons, and many complicated and simple and cheap products for the imperial soldiers to piece together eating objects has become the only normal tableware on the battlefield today.
But veterans don’t like it. They are better at using pots and pans, broken bricks and tiles, from steel helmets to iron sheets on the roadside. Something beyond imagination.
There was very little smoke, and it was more like a letter of war to the followers of Chaos. They told themselves so openly that now is the time to attack, but the Destroyer Eagle warriors patrolling near the bunker replied to those villains, no.
This kind of tacit understanding allows morale to recover normally, and the soldiers enjoy the protection of Superman, Superman will be worshiped, and they will also get the most reliable alliance in the world, just like what the Master Chief thought.
And such a tacit understanding is based on the basis of the command class, the sergeant, the man who changed the mind of his brothers bent over, because the narrow command area is too short for Superman for concealment.
he said. "It's hard to imagine that someone who maintains such a huge battle is commanding in such a narrow place."
"No way, this is a rat's den. Only Leitlins would feel comfortable here." For this honored guest, in the dazzling array of damn communication equipment, Captain Jeske found a kettle and poured a certain amount of liquefied promethium into it. Enter the black and brown device and start heating.
The unpleasant smell of promethium, to be precise, is like burnt tar or something. This smell permeates the entire interior of the command vehicle. It is undeniable that this kind of heating is smokeless and extremely fast.
At the same time, when the liquid was tumbling, the smell of broken black tea appeared. After a short beeping sound, the captain took the thing, the red nectar in the military kettle, and he poured it into the metal cup with ease. Add artificial milk and saccharin, barely guarantee that it will not treat anyone badly in taste.
But the taste of the space fighters is actually not sensitive, they have long been vague about enjoying, but the sergeant still expressed his gratitude to the commander, because he knew very well that this cup is very precious to mortals.
Gulu Gulu, and it was still boiling hot, the transformed warrior felt the freshly churned liquid was warm, artificially sweet, and the milky aroma was indifferent, but he still opened his mouth. "Thanks."
Seeing that the demigod drank the drink, the officers here couldn't help but be surprised. After all, it was enough to scald the flesh, and they lost so many commands because of repeated wars that people even forgot that they were actually just not high in rank. People who have never seen a space fighter, let alone drink tea together.
"It's really amazing..." The captain commented, but the other party still didn't understand what happened. The daily food of the space fighters was very complicated. It was just a long time from the place of origin to many places. Many people forget that food is hot.
Such a small gap reminds them that they are not the same all the time, but no one has brought it up now. Obviously, space warriors are not heresies or aliens, but there are always people in the huge empire who can't understand those supermen, and there are always...
The captain knew that the man in front of him had a searing fire beating towards the Empire, so he didn't care whether he was really a monster or not.
"We won, thank you." He said this sentence without thinking, because he is not an officer. To be precise, he is not an officer above the school level who should be in charge of a regiment, so he does not understand how Respect, humility before the giants.
He was born in a mine and had three older brothers. Before he joined the army, he was hungry and illiterate. The Imperial Guard changed him a lot, but the "civilian style" in his bones was still deeply rooted. Such direct words made the sergeant subconsciously feel like he was being baptized by fire. As if chatting with his brothers, he relaxed his guard.
"This is the Master Chief's order, no thanks, we are allies and comrades-in-arms now, but I need to apologize to you, my brother once thought of sitting on the sidelines and enjoying the benefits of the battle." He answered naturally, even a little recklessly, if this This incident became the trigger to tear up the alliance, but it was actually a bit of a loss.
But soldiers are not those who play tricks, and he doesn't think so much, the captain laughed. "But you are here, and I think that even if we survive this time, we won't be able to live long. The plague, with psionic witchcraft, has penetrated into our internal organs, and we are already dying."
The sergeant showed a trace of loneliness. "Yes, our pharmacist can't clean up those things, and the priest can only comfort you. Our battle group doesn't have a think tank. I'm sorry, soldiers like you shouldn't die."
replied the captain. "Before we didn't know the situation, no matter the intelligence blocked by the heresy, or the protection that we could only stay in a corner, but now we understand."
"We are already dead. The protection of the National Guard relying on the void shield has finally been broken. Disease spread and pollution. There may still be living people in this world, but we are already dead." The captain looked at the others here. "We are already illusory undead, but I don't hate the space fighters, because the Master Chief saved the world, but we can't save ourselves."
As a superman, the sergeant can't change many situations. He can't imagine what it would be like to have such a thing happen in Skadi and Phantom Peak.
"Go to Skadi, where the technology is advanced, and the Sun Lord is also willing to do good things. You are not only good at fighting, but also..."
"Do you want us to be refugees?!" The usually gentle captain suddenly yelled, which touched the few inverse scales of the still living Loander soldiers. Sustain them for this battle.
But he also calmed down quickly, it was useless to shout to his comrades in arms, and it was not good to shout to the warriors who rescued them, it was just that the Emperor taught them generosity and humility, but he was overwhelmed by emotions.
"I'm sorry, my lord, my words are harsh, but even though I'm dead, it doesn't mean I need to leave, my family, the families of my comrades-in-arms, this world is still important, even if she is broken. "
"We don't like it here, I'm sure, but a rootless tree can't survive, let alone us. If the war is over, even if we don't die, the Roanders will no longer have willpower."
"The last, now is the last." The captain put away all the optimism before, the heresy continued, and the purposeful massacre made the whole world sick, the population was greatly reduced, and diseases and nightmares continued.
It can even be said that Loander is dead. This unlovable and not great place has been so ruined that the anger in those people's hearts has sprouted.
If there is no hope, then tit for tat will not solve any problems, but it can go deep into the bone marrow and relieve hatred and resentment.
The sergeant couldn't refute at this moment. If he was in the same position as those loyal people, he would definitely make the same choice. He looked at the sky outside the car, and his thoughts were pulled away. "Yes, yes...revenge, revenge!" He murmured to himself, and saw the dark green shooting star across the sky, which was man-made, he could see it, and then suddenly, violently shook and rolled soil, and restless voices.
A thought flashed through his mind, it was the breath of war, and when a voice appeared, the entire camp reached its limit.
"Enemy attack!"
I don't know who yelled the words that filled the entire camp. From the auspicious instrument, the enemy's artillery relying on the void shield is completely safe. This is why the captain has always emphasized that this area must be captured. If they can't, they will face the enemy's unilateral suppression at this moment.
As a result, the Lemanus tank started, walked over the muddy soil, and its tracks stopped next to the ruins of the bunker, relying on the thick bunker to replace the work of the bunker, alerting the enemy's war engine, the soldiers also put down their food, and quickly took their positions.
Attacking at this time is really insidious, and the captain arranged for the artillery unit to approach, and the huge ground shaker was filled with high-explosive shells and fired when the enemy infantry unit left the void shield.
The shells are constantly alternating, and when the enemy's first company ventures out of position, the scouts of the Space Marines, that is, the recruits of the Space Marines, use their immature technology and physical fitness beyond human limits to accurately report the battle situation.
The artillery shells were fired, and the enemy infantry died under the strong shock of the high explosives with minced meat and soil. Although the enemy's bombing was fierce and terrifying, they did not dare to leave the shield because of the range, so they could only attack aimlessly from a distance...
But the current situation gave birth to a strange scene, that is, the artillery unit of the Imperial Guard was unable to attack the enemy, and the enemy artillery could not touch the core because of the range, so that soon some soldiers calmed down and continued to eat, and looked at the ink. Green gas shells exploded indifferently.
Those soldiers are not afraid of death, and they also find that the enemy can't do anything to them, so now they only need to stick to the array, and things are going smoothly. They have no desire to attack, because this matter is being carried out by the space fighters.
So those soldiers watched the artillery fire from both sides alternately in the trenches, and began to wash clothes, eat, and tidy up the trenches. Anyway, the enemy shells will eventually stop.
Their command department was also speechless because of this ridiculous situation. The bombardment continued until night, and the ground in front of the battlefield had been completely bombed, but the damage was not great. Only a few were too close to the enemy's bombardment range. There is a problem with the defense equipment.
This situation is not because the enemy is stupid, but because the existence of space fighters hindered the approach of scouts, and the misjudgment of the temporary command caused such losses. They felt that the range of the shells could solve the battle inside the void shield, but when a The mess is over, except for the negligible mental pressure that can be regarded as non-existent, the counterattack on the first day is useless.
In the bombardment array, the news of the scouts dissatisfied the commander in charge of the current operation, that is, the new lieutenant of Ed von Ka. He calculated that the enemy had been bombed and destroyed, and then the soldiers moved forward. Taking the camp back, he was rewarded by his own superior.
Holding the binoculars, he stared angrily at the poisonous gas-filled craters in the distance, densely packed, but without any achievements. This incompetent person obviously couldn't blame himself, he said. "Where's the commander of the artillery battalion? Dismiss him and send him to the infantry..."
"Yes, sir." The officer next to him replied, and did so, but obviously, such behavior caused dissatisfaction among the soldiers. Ed von Ka, who had a family background, and two powerful wizards were not there. It is for the great cause to serve the gods of chaos. Ed von Ka protects the altar discovered by the enemy, and the wizard returns to the sky after causing huge losses. Compared with today's adjutants, they are simply maggots.
Therefore, among those proud rune warriors, a middle-aged man dressed like a Catachan warrior said softly to the officer who delivered the order. "Do you have to do what you do?" He leaned against the dark wall of the camp and said unhurriedly. "You know that this man is a waste, and the empire is getting closer, and according to your position, this adjutant will be yours to take temporary command."
"The rotation system, those who can do more work, I like this method very much, but we can't join it..." He pretended to be sorry, but took out his personal saber and asked the soldier.
"If you're willing to listen to my advice, you can become a commander the next day, and if you get credit, isn't it impossible to leave this muddy and filthy battlefield?"
His words are extremely tempting. The officer has been stuck in this position for many years, and he also understands that those rune warriors cannot come to the front due to many restrictions. They may be fed up with the usual charge and suicide attacks...
The officer swallowed. "I…"
The rune warrior put a finger to his mouth. "Okay, I understand, your wish will come true tomorrow morning, my friend, and you must fulfill my wish, otherwise..."
The officer was sweating unceasingly, and nodded emphatically, and in this dark universe, no one will give blindly. This truth can be said to have spanned the entire human history, and it will not change now, but compared to rights, those crazy people with runes I want to do one more thing, and that is to use all the resources I have now to avenge the one who defeated them, the Destroy Eagle.
(End of this chapter)