When the Chimera troop carrier drove through the wilderness of the moon, kicking up the dust, several veterans pulled Alan Bayer out of his slump. Alan Bayer remained calm and held on to the ball.
Inside the spacesuit, the sound of an intercom came to my ears. "Soldier, are you okay?"
Is it the voice of the staff officer? "Yes, sir, I'm fine."
"It's okay, the God-Emperor bless you. When you were smashed away, I thought the Emperor had lost another loyal soldier."
Alan Bayer was pulled out of the moon crater by the soldiers. He was actually still confused. The shooting assistance sign in front of him was still so conspicuous. It was definitely not an illusion.
When he walked through the crater, the Chimera armored vehicle in front, and the soldiers disposing of corpses in the distance, everything proved one thing.
He got the technological products of the Dark Ages and can still use them. Is it because the vacuum and cold of the moon made them well preserved, or is it because the powerful technological level of the Dark Ages allowed them to repair themselves, but no matter what...
Alan Bair holds the ball. This thing cannot be given to the Mechanicus Cult. They will only put it on the soft cushion and kowtow to it...
The back of the Chimera opened, and the roar of machinery reached Alan Bair's ears because he was sitting on it. It buzzed, the engine roared, and the machine soul was happy.
His head twitched and he asked a question to the communicator. "My lord, how long has it been in service?"
"It?" In the imperial language, she and he could be distinguished by spoken words, and the person on the other side quickly realized what he was talking about.
"It's been 237 years, loyal machine, it's my mount, I took it on the Karst planet..." His tone became cheerful, as if someone asking about his old comrades made him happy, and he paused suddenly Come down.
"I shouldn't have said so much to you, but... the enemies of the Empire are not that fragile. I hope you can survive."
"I know, sir, I know." Alan Bair replied, looking at the environment on the moon through the Chimera's full-coverage peephole.
How far was he sent flying by this thing?
When he returned to the camp, he took off his helmet and clothes, and stuffed the ball and a touch of moon soil into his chest. He suddenly became the focus of this generation of recruits, and everyone talked about it. Alan Bair also followed for a while. He was quickly given a nickname.
Called, "The Boy Who Lived."
The marching staff officer who was now in charge came wearing that iconic suit. He looked young, and he didn't have the one-eyed, power-glove configuration that Alan Bayer remembered.
He scolded the new recruits to silence them.
However, he came from Zhongji Academy and has already surpassed Alan Bair in countless aspects. In terms of military rank, he is a senior officer at the company level.
Alan Bayer immediately saluted. He was the quickest and smartest among the soldiers. The staff officer patted him on the shoulder. "Good soldier, go back and rest. If you feel uncomfortable, go see a doctor."
Obviously he has gained the favor of the staff, which is not a bad thing, but he is not really stupid enough to go back directly, because what the empire hates most is deserters.
"Sir, I am not going back. I want to be with my comrades. The soldiers of the empire will not flee."
The officers here couldn't help but look at this recruit sideways. Is he really from the hive world? Was that PDF sent?
The staff officer smiled and nodded again. "Okay, let's continue with the next one, we don't have time to waste!"
People started training again in an orderly manner. When the first day of training was completely over, in the army canteen, during dinner time, Alan Beyer was surrounded by a group of people.
"How does it feel to be knocked away by a monster?"
"Oh my god, you're so lucky."
“How do you overcome the feeling of being in the wilderness.”
But such excitement was quickly stopped by the platoon leader, but he was not here to express comfort, but to distribute food. All resources in the Astra Militarum are allocated by the superiors, and so are the generals and the soldiers.
Perhaps because of the attack, the dinner was very rich. In addition to the unpalatable oatmeal bars and starch cubes, there was also sea snake chowder and steak. Although the thing was not a sea snake, the meat seemed edible.
But Alan Bayer soon discovered that something was wrong, because only he and some of the others had sea snake meat like the platoon leader, and many of the soldiers who had meat had not just one or two pieces, but three or even four pieces.
But his friend, John Dehn, only had granola bars. He had finally overcome his courage today and shouldn't be treated like this.
"Platoon leader, why..." Alan Beyer had just started to speak, but John Deen covered his mouth.
"Those who have more food are former members of the gang...he is taking care of them..."
"I should, I can eat so many starch cubes for dinner, I'm satisfied!"
Alan Bair didn't want to cause trouble, but he was a little surprised as to why John knew such things so well. After all, the true appearance of the members of the Hive City gang was hidden under the thick gothic makeup...
But he still cut his own flesh and gave a third of it to John Deen, thinking it was an innocent act of kindness. After all, no one was talking here.
"For you."
John Deen's mouth was watering, but he was a little embarrassed, but he gave in to his appetite.
After dinner was over and the plates were all as clean as if they had been licked, everyone returned to their rooms and were asked to open the manual and read the Emperor's prayers for half an hour under the supervision of the platoon leader.
Alan Bayer was definitely not that honest. He opened the manual and began to untie his dog tag. Then he used the clip he got from the laundry room to clip the ball to the dog tag rope and used it as a necklace.
John Deen also saw this situation and asked. "Bayer, what is this?"
"Well, I like the trinkets," he replied.
John Dern also approved. “It’s in good taste and has a simple aesthetic.”
Alan Bayer also noticed that he didn't read a book either, he just opened the manual and looked at the photo of his fiancée.
"You little rascal, you are not honest." Alan Bayer did not forget to complain.
But as luck would have it, damn it, the platoon leader opened the door.
"Huh? Who didn't pray?!" His eyes were looking left and right, probably because he was caught by PDF too many times in the hive city. This expression was very expressive.
Although everyone was fishing at the moment, it was difficult to put away John's photo. He was caught in this situation and he stumbled nervously. "Sir, I..."
John quickly put the photo behind his butt.
The platoon leader pushed John away and picked up the photo. "What a beauty. If we're still in the hive, I have to buy her a drink."
Then said sternly. "But if you hold this thing, you will only miss home, and you will not be able to devote yourself to the empire on the battlefield." He placed his fingers on the edge of the photo, and the sound of tearing slowly came.
Alan Bayer's head felt hot and he said something. "That's enough, sir, leave him with only one thought!"
But a moment later, there was just the sound of tearing and tearing, and the photo was torn into six parts, scattered on the ground, and turned into garbage.
John stood up and cursed with the courage he didn't know where he came from. "How dare you...how dare you..."
He clenched his fists and punched the platoon leader, but was held down by others, who shouted. "Assault on an officer is punishable by 16 lashes! 16 lashes!"
Forcibly dissipating John's anger.
He sat on the bed in despair, and the platoon leader also looked at Alan Bayer.
He warned. "I'm giving you face because the staff officer likes you. Next time you touch your nose and face, I'll..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Then he walked out of the room lightly, making Alan Bair feel a kind of unknown fire in his heart. He was unhappy anyway. It was not until the room became quiet, and the only sound was the chanting of the Emperor's Prayer, that he suddenly discovered the annoying and disharmonious feeling. From there.
He put his ear to the wall. In order to accommodate more soldiers, the wall here was not thick, and there was a burst of teasing from the next door.
"Brothers, that Ailan today is just like that, and the sissy guy next door is venting with photos of his girlfriend! Fortunately, I found out."
Many people flashed through Alan Bayer's mind, and finally he judged that it was the platoon leader's voice...
He sighed and suddenly patted his cheek again. His eyes were bright and sharp again, the same as when he collected 20 starch blocks from the nest.
he muttered. "Okay, I have a goal for this period."
That is...get him out of his position first!
