In the ignorant morning, when the rays of stars shine in the hot and humid forest, and amid the smell of decaying earth and dead branches and leaves, Outpost No. 3 is still chanting low-pitched prayers.
Every soldier of the Third Regiment prostrates himself in front of the imperial double-headed eagle and recites it devoutly.
"The Human Emperor is omnipotent, please protect me with the divine light of Bozi to protect me from the invasion of the dark night.
Give me the strength to fulfill my heavy responsibilities and punish those who cross my path.
My body feels my bones, but my strength,
My body feels my muscles, but my strength is strong,
Feel my soul, but my strength,
I feel like my emperor,
I wish you good luck,
I am a mortal,
All men are cowards,
Now he is a guard,
But death is weakness,
Carrying the weight of dignity,
It will crush the cowardice of ordinary people. "
The weak have always been able to do this. When the light of the God Emperor fell on their shoulders, today the soldiers' arms could lift their guns again.
They were not veterans from the world of death like Catachan, nor were they angels represented by the Astartes. They walked straight out of their homes, from their shelters to the enemy.
But Alan Bair is not as pious as them, but he is not a disloyal person, but at any time, someone needs to be watching the surroundings on the watchtower.
He walked through the hall of the watch tower. The place that was originally used as a combat area was filled with praying soldiers. Only then did he notice that the person who planned this prayer was John Durn.
Basically, the new recruits recognized this soldier. It can be said that the new platoon looked up to him.
Alan Beyer didn't feel that he had such great charisma, but most of the recruits were very polite to him.
This surprised Alan Bayer unexpectedly, because "obedience" and "respect" are two different things. Obedience is something that all qualified Astra Militarum have. They will obey anyone with a higher military rank, but respect...
This is more difficult, but not very difficult, because no matter what the environment, people will definitely worship and respect another person and entrust their wishes to him, especially in a foreign country, but there is no doubt that This number is very small.
If a person respects everyone, then he respects no one, and the residents of the Empire appear to be even more narrow-minded in this regard, because the God-Emperor must always live in his position of 1.
But Alan Bayer still recognized that John, as his adjutant, was so popular. He took the oatmeal bars and instant synthetic powder for breakfast and continued to move forward. The next room was for the Mechanicum girls. To be honest, this was the ordnance. Library.
He didn't know how she could sleep without a bed. Maybe it was because she was no longer a mortal body. When Alan Bair passed by, he could still hear the sound coming from behind the door.
“011101110110000…”
Mechanical language...indescribable...
Praise for Ohm Messiah, but Alan Bair actually wanted to hear it in Gothic.
Climbing to the top of the outpost, overlooking the forest, the patter of raindrops fell on the thick leaves, accumulating into large raindrops and falling on the ground, like the sound of rough orc projectiles hitting armor, and the chattering prayers in the outpost formed a crazy song. of alien ensembles.
Alan Bair stroked the heavy bombs on the city wall and looked at the craters in the trenches. Now that he was in them, it felt like hell.
If some destructive power of the Warp had sent him, he would have thanked his entire family and his race, except the Emperor.
Messy thoughts cannot stay for long. Only pure faith can protect the body. When consciousness can interfere with reality, then welcome to hell.
Alan Bair sat on the wall and sang in a low voice.
"Holy Human Emperor, listen to my words,
Lead my heart astray,
He wears his clothes, wears his clothes,
Punishing the rebels will lead to eternal disaster. "
"The Holy Emperor is here to purge the evil spirits.
The soul sings forever and does not fall into the ghost. "
Just after the prayers ended, he noticed a female soldier walking to the top of the outpost and said to him.
"Loyalty, a very good quality, my lord."
Alan Beyer doesn't matter. "What are you here for, ma'am."
She replied "I'm on duty, my lord."
Alan asked. "Where's John? It's his day to work, isn't it?"
the lady replied. "Yes, but I asked for a shift because I heard you were going to be on duty here."
Alan Beyer dismissed. "Call that bastard up, he's going to be lazy again, isn't he?"
The female soldier replied. "No! My lord, he gathers soldiers in the guard tower and teaches new recruits how to survive."
Alan Bair mocked. "How to survive? One shot in the shoulder, right?"
Although he was indeed injured, he also experienced an greenskin attack. Alan Bair soon realized that he was a bit mean. After all, there was no one at the command, and now there was only one platoon in the entire sentry tower, which was empty and loose.
Although Catachan is stationed here, a sense of uneasiness permeates the hearts of all soldiers, and the platoon that can be sent here is not too bad...
But you can't hope that there will be any good soldiers in the third regiment. According to Alan Bayer's calculation, it will be almost a month before the fourth row can be replaced by the second row.
They are all crooked melons and cracked dates, I just picked a few good-looking ones.
He picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance, trying to find some clues about the greenskins to prevent more people from dying.
And the female soldier was reluctant and brushed the tip of Alan Bair's nose with the end of her annoying brown hair. Did anyone tell her that she should cut her hair short?
she said. "Sir, you and Catachan fought together, is it true?" Her eyes were always looking at the long-edged knife on Alan Bair's waist, and Alan Bair immediately covered it.
"That's enough, are you a Letling? Don't look at other people's things like this!"
The girl shrank her head after being told this.
"Okay, then can you tell me how to survive on the battlefield? After all, I didn't go to class."
Alan Beyer thought for a moment. "Be quiet, be fast, and find the bunker as soon as possible. There are many enemies. You don't need to be too accurate. Try to make sure you survive long enough, and then listen to the veterans."
"Remember, when the enemy comes, put the dog tag in your mouth first, so that you don't know whose body it is after your head is blown to pieces. I have seen this happen many times before, and the follow-up troops who came to clean up had a headache for a long time."
"I heard that those who cannot be claimed can only be buried casually, and then a simple obituary notice is sent to their families. I don't know if those astropaths can explain clearly. After all, the list is too long."
The girl was left speechless. There had been no attacks in the place where she was stationed before. It was also the first time for her to be so close to a soldier who had experienced war.
She had mixed feelings because the heroic platoon leader in her head should be greater, not what she is now.
Until she saw Alan Bair checking weapons again and again today, alerting enemies, and helping her distinguish what is local wildlife, what is green skin, what is forest, and what is tree.
When the day was over, she quickly saw the platoon leader's true nature, and to be honest, her dreams were shattered. He was human, but he was also a good person.
When she went down to the guard tower, she said something specifically. "Thank you, platoon leader, you are a good person, and today is the best lesson I have ever learned!" and left quickly.
Alan Bair couldn't help but mutter. "What the hell?"
Then he said to himself. "Catachan definitely doesn't like this nerd, but I'm fine with it."
