Chapter 22 Heading to the Orc Camp

Lieutenant Colonel Avada listened attentively to the noisy chirping sounds of the forest, the pterosaurs in heat hovering in the sky, and the various small animals shuttling through the dense forest. Compared with his hometown, it was also full of vitality but seemed too mild.

He counted the people who came to the event. The 100-man group could not be all there. For example, his team had a Catachan company of about 30 people, but the actual organization of the Star Army was no longer meaningful to them.

They walked into the forest at the edge of the sentry tower and began to organize their weapons and sharpen their blades. Even if they were not iron-blooded men, they had to pay attention to the state of the machine soul, although they felt that it had nothing to do with faith or anything, it was the basis of hunters.

When Alan Baier in the sentry station found that his legs were pressed back to the camp, his inner feelings were very complicated. First, there was no briefing on the Catachan action, and of course they could not consider the confidentiality of the whereabouts of the Star Army elites.

Secondly, was John really a little obsessed with the Catachans who were sneaking into the jungle and setting up camp in the distance? Moreover, a force like Catachan was indeed reliable for him, although he was a little dissatisfied with being kept in the dark.

In the narrow observation room of the outpost, Sergeant John was jumping and pointing at his neck. "The Catachan long blade is against there, against it!"

Alanbair rolled his eyes red. What was there to be proud of when he was almost killed!

It was not his fault. After all, Catachan was the real elite of the empire. The legend of Catachan was a well-known story for children in all major human worlds, and those tough guys with red turbans were really handsome.

Alanbair held down his sergeant. "Okay, don't tell me how they killed me in seconds. What are they doing there? What is their mission?"

John's legs and arms were very bad. He was held down by Alanbair. He couldn't stand the pain and became honest.

"Ah... yes, sir... they said they were here to clean up the greenskin disaster there, so maybe he heard it when they were marching... and then he saw the number 72 on their regiment emblem."

Alanbair's eyes flashed when he heard their action target. He also wanted to end the war and return home. If Catachan could eliminate the greenskins, the defense mission there would become easy and comfortable.

He spoke. "Give him a few cans, or batteries, and he can go and talk to them..."

Alanbair felt that the troops of the Astra Militarum should like cans, except for Krieg, they couldn't eat so many cans.

But most of the elite veterans didn't like human feelings because they were born in the Death World or the Fortress World. But on the battlefield, what is more precious than food? It must be ammunition, so he was already full of sincerity.

After all, it's not a regiment, so it should be okay to take out something that everyone needs as a gift...

He asked his brother to pack up the supplies. It should be necessary to please Catachan, but the long nest city month made him forget that Catachan is not a traditional star army.

When the Catachans watched a gentle star with heavy equipment like the hell gun walk out of the camp with caution, their muscles were tense without exception. It was not hostility, but their habit, like a cheetah seeing prey.

Alan Baier walked a few steps to where they were stationed. They were just hiding in the forest. There was no one from the outpost.

"Lieutenant Alan Baier reports that he wants to have a tactical report with the 72nd Regiment of Catachan!"

A muscular man with a power glove on his right leg emerged from the forest, naked, and the rank he could see was... Lieutenant Colonel!

It is known that the staff officer of their company is only a major, and that man is much bigger than the highest officer he has ever seen!

Alan Baier is performing the Sky Eagle Salute. "Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." And he soon noticed that the long-bladed saber on Catachan's waist seemed familiar.

The Avada didn't care too much, just looked at the package that Alanbair was holding. "Why did I bring that thing there?" He looked at the contents of the package and pointed at the canned Goro in particular.

Alanbair was a little surprised, because Goro beasts are almost popular meat in most star regions of the Empire. It is not only proven to taste good, but most humans are not wrong about its fatal allergies and strange protein diseases.

In other words, the lieutenant colonel of Catachan has never eaten the basic configuration of the Star Army?

"My lord, is that their standard ration? He intends to bring it to us to help you destroy the aliens. The Emperor is here."

The lieutenant colonel walked forward, and Alanbair could smell the blood and sweat on his body. He took out the so-called "supplies" in the can and pried it open with a knife. His fingers were stained with oil and meat, tasted it, and then spit it out.

"Disgusting, what the hell?"

"Do we mild people eat that to stay in the confinement period?"

"There must be 5-6 cans in my bag? It's about 3 pounds. I want to carry that thing through the rain forest? Am I playing house?"

Alan Baier was scolded and couldn't speak. Indeed, he looked at the lieutenant colonel's equipment, a short-barreled shotgun, a tactical belt, a Catachan long-bladed saber, and nothing else.

And I, the Hell Gun's rechargeable backpack plus 17 kilograms of guns, field rations and FRED (spoon, fork and plate), if I really go out, I will have more.

To be honest, ask yourself, if Alan Baier didn't have the garbage issued by the Military Affairs Department, would he survive?

But he still emphasized. "At least collecting the rechargeable batteries can help me kill more greenskins."

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Avada looked at Alan Bair with interest. He could be a second lieutenant at such a young age. He knew nothing about the Astra Militarum. After all, he had a lot of experience.

Even if they almost never receive supplies from the Ministry of War, the Catachans believe in what they have captured. Most of their weapons are taken from the regiment instead of being distributed, so they don't recognize that disgusting thing. of canned food.

The lieutenant colonel tossed the food back into Alan Beyer's lap. "He doesn't need it, he will kill the greenskins naturally."

He turned around and begged to go back to the forest.

Alan Beyer said. "He will hide his orcs when he sees four. He and his comrades killed one in the battle. Their leader was one-eyed, and that handle..." He was a little unsure. After all, how could Catachan's war blade be used among the orcs? In the legs.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada paused. "One eye? It's..."

I saw Alan Bair's hesitant look again. "What the fuck do you want to say? Say it quickly!"

Alan Beyer replied. "No! He saw a Catachan saber! It was across his neck!"

After hearing this, the lieutenant colonel entered the forest without looking back. Alan Bayer felt like he was sweating profusely. After all, communicating with a member of the special forces with such a high military rank was exhausting and difficult.

But after a while, the lieutenant colonel's voice came out. "Take my garbage cans and laser gun and go with them to the greenskin camp to investigate the situation, gentle aliens!"