One Eye did not take away all the explosives, and there are also many convenient and terrifying explosives in the subsequent supplies. When you need to defeat more with less, the reliability of bombs is hard to ignore.
When two soldiers from the Fourth Platoon used their favorite engineer shovels to dig into the walls of Post No. 3, they should have just obeyed, but they couldn't help but discuss it.
"What did Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer want to do? We actually want us to bury such a good bomb under our feet." The soldier wearing a helmet spent all his energy digging out the moist soil and then buried the explosives under the concrete.
The soldier beside him muttered. "At the outpost where I once served, there was a veteran who I used alcohol to come up with many interesting tactics. I heard him say that the tactics of exploding outposts or bunkers were popular in the empire for a while."
"Tactical retreat, then the enemy will seek cover, close in, and now detonate the outpost, killing a large number of enemies."
The soldier who planted the bomb was late. "How is it possible... that we want to retreat? And then hand over the outpost to those disgusting aliens? God Emperor..."
"I can not accept…"
shouted the relatively well-informed guy. "Hey, work quickly, don't think about so many things."
In fact, the soldiers in the fourth row already have feelings for the outpost. It provides them with shelter from the wind and rain, avoids the attacks of primitive creatures, rests, and defends against enemy attacks. As residents of the hive city, they don't mind the crowds. environment, but I have a soft spot for such buildings.
There is no way, they are on a different planet at the moment, in a place full of strange plants. Plastic, concrete, steel and starch blocks are the world that people in the hive know.
Many soldiers in the outpost have regarded this small place as their home. They hang the emblem of the God Emperor in the hall, place their own small things in the bedroom, patrol the surroundings, and eat anywhere.
They can accept other Imperial Guards stationed here in their place, but they cannot accept disgusting xenomorphs desecrating their "homeland".
The people in the hive are so awkward, and they have nostalgic thoughts about their own, small, smelly home.
Nowadays, soldiers have to plant bombs under the things they love, but their trust in their commanders forces them to do it.
Alan Bayer was lying in the trench at the moment, as if he could hear the ticking and death beating sounds coming from the concrete foundation, like an alarm clock, reminding him that he was not safe.
He was lucky and favored. His life was saved by miracles under the protection of others, but not his own soldiers.
Worst case scenario, he will retreat. Faced with the clearly expanded military power of the greenskins, he will retreat. The empire will not tolerate soldiers who run away, so he will order a retreat and use the outpost as a final gift to the greenskins.
As for the above cross-examination, he will bear all of it, and such behavior will not really save a few soldiers, but only make it possible for one or two to survive, because the war will not end because of retreat, they are still It is the currency of the Emperor.
Alan Bayer stroked the crater made in the trench, smelling the unpleasant smell of green gunpowder above, and his thoughts flew far away.
Until one sentence. "Your electromagnetic waves are fluctuating, organism."
broke his thoughts.
Alan Bair looked sideways, and saw that his beautiful blond hair was floating in the warm tropical forest monsoon, and his long and loose Mechanicus robes were trailing on the trench floor.
"Why are you here? This is not a place for support staff. And what's wrong with your tone?"
The girl who was a Mechanicus priest whose name he did not know showed a beautiful smile with her untransformed head, which made Alan Bayer couldn't help but mutter in his heart that her transformation was really a waste of natural resources.
"It's nothing, Second Lieutenant. I'm just learning to speak from my mentor. Maybe one day I will be as successful as him and master countless knowledge."
"Now my humanity is just a by-product of the chaotic electrical currents generated by stupid flesh-and-blood neural units, but I'm still haunted by it."
"And I can feel that your neurons are active in thinking, and pain, is that the word? Is my description okay?"
She sat on the trench with her "tail" and looked at the huge dark forest with her small eyes. As long as she didn't want to make an expression, Alan Beyer would never be able to read this guy.
Alan Bair sighed. "I am seeking death, and I hope that my death can give hope to more people, whether they are comrades, civilians or thousands of people in the empire. If my death can exchange for the peace here and the dissipation of the green skin here, I Then you can report before the throne and pay unashamed salute to the Lord of Mankind.”
"But I will still be afraid because I am a mortal. I will still be afraid because I am a mortal. I will still fail because I am a mortal."
"I am neither a great sage of the Mechanicum nor a monk of the Astartes. After I realized that my life came into this world, all that awaited me was day after day of work, rules, wages, eating, living, and excretion. .”
"Only my relatives yearn for my responsibility of raising children and my expectation of rapid advancement. Only schools instill the concept that social status depends on whether you can be a good cog."
"I have not really lived for myself, just like now, but I feel that I am already under the eyes of the God Emperor, and I feel that I am much more fulfilled than before."
"But I'm still not perfect because I'm human."
The Mechanicum girl tilted her head. "I am also a mortal, born with imperfections, blood will coagulate, flesh will rot, but steel is in my heart, pistons drive my body, knowledge is eternal, Om Messiah is above."
"I have no doubts, even if I have to read tens of millions of STCs and maintain hundreds of millions of machine souls."
"If my short life allows me, I will do it."
"So, I don't understand your lament, but please take care of your firearm, it will hurt."
"Please manage your soldiers, they will die."
"Please have a nice dinner, you'll be tired."
Alan Bair pursed his lips. He might not have lived as thoroughly as a girl who grew up in the Mechanicum in his entire life?
Oh... I'm afraid she has experienced far more of the world and traveled far more than he has, and his life only has books, work, and relatives, but now he has nothing.
"Okay! I will survive, with my gun and my comrades."
Alan Beyer mustered up the courage and spoke as if in a daydream.
"I want to live to the end of my life to see the God-Emperor, to see your Ohm Messiah, and when I leave the material world, his face that has not changed for thousands of years will bring a smile for my life, and for thousands of human soldiers of the empire. , a loving smile, because I will accomplish what no Astartes, not even the Primarchs, can accomplish!”
The Adeptus Mechanicus girl covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing. "Ha...I just want you to live in the present, not daydream."
Alan Bayer blushed. "Go, go! Go to your armory and pray!"
The two of them are still "flirting" one-eyed, but there is not necessarily that much "romantic". At least the green skin has no love. Compared with love or gratitude, there is only one thing in their lives.
"waaaaagh!"
The smell of blood swept through the forest with war cries, and the battle horns roared and reverberated. Alan Bair raised his gun and adjusted his attitude. They were coming...
