Chapter 110: Distributing Farm Tools to Astartes

After experiencing being an untouchable person transformed by technology, Alan Bayer had a different feeling. He felt that he stunk and wanted to die, and he had goosebumps all over his body, that disgusting feeling.

But no matter how uncomfortable he was, he couldn't let him abandon those things. He could only walk out of there with the shielding spirit. At this moment, those twisted corridors became straight, and those terrible monsters disappeared, but the red light of the badge also kept reminding him It's time for him to leave.

While rushing along the corridor of the battleship, the promethium lamp kept shaking, illuminating Yong Xuan uncertainly. Outside the ruined ship, which was not affected by subspace, everything was so silent that it was terrifying.

Alan Bayer couldn't help but wonder why there were such things on agricultural ships, but it was obvious that the ships did not exist to transport this equipment, so they were not agricultural ships, hiding their ears from others.

The counter-research of Wong Ling Ke has touched the huge capital behind the Navigator family. If Ming is forced to do so, the battleship with the most advanced research of Wong Ling Ke by mankind will be turned into a useless ship.

I don’t know if she successfully survived the enemy siege, but it is obvious that she failed. Maybe the discovery of the anti-spiritual stance can allow mankind to survive the end of the Dark Ages, but the Iron Man Rebellion has completely destroyed human civilization.

In any case, will the success of that ship represent the decline of the Dark Age? A few years ago, when the imperial officer stepped over those damn 20,000-year-old metal, he felt the extreme cold that did not belong to humans.

Until he saw the light of Skadi's Fourth Regiment, until he crossed over from the position of the Psychic, until those loyal soldiers looked at him as if they saw a ghost, Alan Bair's actions were not in the Psychic's eyes. Turning off the badge before noticing his untouchable mode, Donglai's first words were no. "Is there anything to eat? He's starving."

"Don't forget the water too!"

The soldiers of Skadi's fourth regiment instantly got up from their scattered laziness, and the staff eagerly handed over food. In the small camp, in just a moment, Alan Bair was crowded with people.

They have a good order as the Imperial Guard, and Ryan can only ask about it when he is in school and on the staff.

"Where have I been? It's been four days. It's colder there than they thought, and there's not much food supplies left." The staff officer handed over a kettle and a can of Goro beasts, and Alan Bair skillfully pried open the cans. iron sheet, eating and talking.

"How come Keke, he has only been lost in there for about four hours?"

The staff officer replied. "They entered the hulk several times, looking for me, but what they found was that the soldiers had eaten food for several days in a few hours and the survivors were tired."

"The machine spirits there are very unfriendly to them. The place where they are stationed is not in the orc tribe or outside the battleship. Otherwise, I'm afraid they will be targeted."

"About three or four groups of Orks were killed in the traps during that time, and the Space Marines would continue to wait there while they begged to get out."

Alan Beyer waved his leg. "No, give him the battery."

The staff officer obeyed the order and took out the batteries that were now very few, while Alan Bayer pressed the connectors of those things on the badge. Soon the technology of the Dark Ages was full of energy.

During the darkest 40,000 years of the empire, the Mechanicus relied on the extremely practical practicality of mankind's dark age technology to help mankind overcome difficulties again and again. Although it could not rest on its laurels, it did not make mankind's wealth really strong.

"It's barely usable." Alan Bayer breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the red display dissipate. He still couldn't forget the feeling of being threatened by the subspace, and his clothes were almost wet with cold sweat.

"Where are the space warriors of the Destruction Eagle Chapter? Where are the angels?" Alan Bair asked.

The staff officer replied. "They have sneaked into the hulk to look for the greenskin troops that are coming one after another. Did the greenskin war end during that time? Their number suddenly increased."

"Deadly warships to them are of little value to the Space Marines, they starve to death, and the sorcery of the Warp is of little use to them."

Alan Beyer was a little dissatisfied. "Then we can't let them be so undisciplined. After all, they are not the emperor's angels. Wait for the east to give them something good."

He rubbed his shoulders. "Ask the sturdiest among the team to follow him. There is no need for magic. They go to the hulk to find things. Food can be measured. He has seen it. It is just a civilian ship, and there is no terrible fort in the dark age. But There should be a lot of food.”

"Remember to bring a big backpack or something. There are a lot of things I want to take away."

Ryan asked uncertainly at school. "Then how do their soldiers ensure that they are conscious and will not get lost?"

Alan Bayer patted the badge on his chest, which was about the size of a thumb. "The witchcraft of the Dark Ages can make him untouchable, which means that he can make the evil machine spirits nearby dissipate even if he eats and drinks normally."

Ryan asked at school. "Is it really okay for them to use such a thing!?" He pointed his leg at Alan Beyer, while condemning his recklessness. He was a bit complaining, but it was more due to the fear of the unknown. Such a performance was also unacceptable. Standard Imperial attitude that was wrong for the Dark Ages.

But Alan Bayer didn't refute, and asked the staff to answer first. "In an emergency, the Emperor will forgive them. If that thing causes irreversible bad changes, they will have to bear the blame."

"Ryan is at school. Continuing to be stationed at that critical moment is crucial to their victory. You understand that, don't you?"

The words of the senior imperial staff officer made the school nod. In many cases, the position of the staff officer in the Imperial Guard is independent of the imperial officers. Therefore, the staff officer has quite a say.

In many cases, the relationship between staff and soldiers is closer and closer than the relationship between imperial officers and soldiers. Of course, such a relationship can also be maintained.

"Since what the staff officer said, he couldn't refute it, but no matter what, he took the soldiers with him and they will obey. Moreover, if something goes wrong, the 143rd Partoria Guard Regiment will also Please be held accountable," Ryan replied.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer could feel the comradeship in it. At the end of that dark 40th millennium, the two unrelated worlds and completely different civilizations in the empire understood each other at this moment.

That defeats the charm of the Imperial Guard, and why humans can continue to exist in this cruel galaxy until the dawn of time.

Alan Bair saluted. "As long as the Emperor is here, their friendship will never change."

Ryan replied. "If Skadi is in trouble one day, the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment will never retreat and will provide support as quickly as possible."

Alan Beyer retorted. "He will not let his hometown fall like this, and he will not let his star region fall into misery. Even if Abaddon fails to come, he will crawl back to the Eye of Terror in front of the Emperor's Hound Hammer."

Ryan smiled at the school. "He believed in me that he would do that."

Alan Bayer did not answer, he acquiesced, which undermined the confidence of Skadi's fourth regiment, and also denied the confidence of his own soldiers.

"Now, those who are willing to go out with him to collect supplies."

The sound of neat military shoes echoed in the camp, and Alan Bair cursed. "He didn't ask us to take a step forward, did he hear it wrong?"

The 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partoria Regiment responded in unison. "No, sir, they are all obliged to do so."

Alan Bair sighed. "Okay, pick it yourself."

Whether he has good intentions or malicious intentions, Alan Beyer felt that the person was definitely not looking for trouble, so he was very touched. However, with limited resources, he could find someone who seemed to be able to bring a lot of things.

When choosing a few big men, Alan Bayer made the mistake of remembering their names. Outside the Imperial Guard, it would normally be difficult for a commander to remember soldiers of the rank of second lieutenant, but Alan Bayer could remember thousands of soldiers under his leg. The names of the noncommissioned officers, because they had fought alongside him, were not those who came from the East in the first place. He chose them, and they were not the ones he trusted.

The soldiers who were called out were all smiles, because they wanted to save their troops. Even if they had to move things, they still felt happy.

Alan Bairminghong, for the Imperial Guard, there is no place more like home than the army, which is equivalent to having no food at home, and it is almost the same as asking to make money.

When the dark ship door was illuminated and driven by the power of the Untouchable, those demons and distortions disappeared, far superior to the countless Ling Ke. Of course, he could not activate next to the Ling Ke, otherwise those humanoid subspace Rift Coco went berserk.

Entering the once-frightening place, dozens of people's lumen lamps illuminated the place like a red sky. Although the soldiers were not used to the uncomfortable feeling of the commander's presence, they still knew that they could not leave him.

The footsteps of military boots echoed in the battleship, the dark road was illuminated, the storage room was emptied, and the influence of dark age food in the subspace. There are many genetically programmed starchy foods and cans that are edible, and in the subspace Wrong, their influence is not big. There must be intelligent creatures in the subspace, and only those with souls will feel uncomfortable.

Of course, it is also possible that the spirit attached to it can be dissipated due to the power of the untouchable. After all, the real universe is still a material world, not as disorderly and terrifying as the subspace.

The soldiers happily filled their backpacks to save money. Many people directly picked up food and filled it into their stomachs. The sound of chewing continued. The pure water stored by humans in the Dark Ages was also opened and poured into the soldiers. in the belly.

As for the pathological changes in cocoa in those things, they are not inevitable, but canned food and water added to the material science in the dark ages should still be edible. Alan Bayer tasted a little, and the taste was very good, sour. Sweet meats or salty vegetables.

And that storage room is very big. In addition to food, there are a lot of electronic equipment for entertainment and so on. Even if all those things are removed, the available food there can still support the Imperial Guard. The elite troops continued to be stationed for half a month.

"Leave some space, don't stuff them all with food, keep your legs empty, and wait for them to get something better somewhere." Alan Bayer emphasized that the soldiers were not very interested in hearing that it was better than food.

Chirp asked. "Boss, what did they take?"

Individual veterans know their commander's character very well. "The boss has probably dug up something good again. The priests of the Mechanicus can't get it after asking for it. The boss just refuses to believe that he just got it."

"Boss, am I interested in working for the Mechanicus after I retire?"

Alan Beyer laughed out loud. "They, they will just waste things and miss those ancient treasures. If those weapons can be correctly delivered to the legs of the Imperial soldiers, whether it is the Astartes or the Astra Militarum, the Empire can enemies suffer."

"But they all share the same suspicion. For example, the technology is dangerous, and Coco is corrupted by the subspace. He is a rather vulgar person. He only cares about whether the current thing can kill aliens."

The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment nodded, and although the 143rd Regiment of the Parttorian Guards with strong discipline did not say it out loud, they agreed in their hearts. If those things could kill the aliens, they would be willing to endure part of the price.

The empire is wrong about sacrifice, and the worship of force and battle has been deeply rooted in the bones. Although the action of the oil guy is logical, it is not really widely recognized. For thousands of men and women who are wrong about the empire, life is more important than the cost.

Then Alan Bayer took them to the place where farm tools were stored. The soldiers' eyes were already straight. "Power weapons?"

"Then what about those treasures of the Empire that only a Captain Astartes can use?"

"Hmm... looks weird? It's a bit like those in the agricultural world..." The veterans of Skadi's fourth regiment followed Alan Bair around. Ruming also had a lot of knowledge, and he quickly realized that it was something good.

But whether the destructive attitude of power weapons is priceless to Ru Ming's empire...

Then they suddenly discovered that Alan Bair actually took out metal throne coins and stuffed them into their legs.

"Well, that's not what he hired us to dig for. The discovery and mining there are very practical and do not consume the power of the Imperial Guard. Do you understand?"

The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment instantly understood. The soldiers of the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guards secretly cursed, "You idiot," and then put away those throne coins.

Alan Bair has a hand in tax evasion, and the soldiers can't say anything. They are all their own people. Even if the judge comes, don't even think about taking more!

In this way, those pitchforks, sickles, and shovels were brought back to the camp, fully loaded, and tomorrow the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment would have a rare meal...

In that dark 40th millennium, the former glory and honor of mankind were all covered by a long period of time, but there are still people who inherit those golden wills and continue to the bright future...

Until the Astartes warriors continued to return from their patrols, their armor was full of blood, and the blades of the chainswords were changed again and again. Before maintenance began, they were stuffed with shovels, hammers, and sickles by mortals. A pitchfork or something. When they were confused and ready to get angry, they discovered that the thing didn't seem to be a power weapon?

Alan Bair said to the soldiers of the Destruction Eagle Chapter. "Comrades, the struggle is still going on, so let's abandon the empire and raise the sickle and hammer!"

Can the golden will inherited by Alan Bayer be red?

Is he a clickbait?