Chapter 271: Stationed

The cooking class does not exist for this dying legion. The tarpaulin is propped up on the ground where the raindrops fall, and the stew is cooked under the raindrops. It is not rich, but canned food and starch are mixed into a soup. But just the warmth that hot food and water can bring can bring a small amount of spirit to those who have lost their souls.

Military eating equipment, a set of forks, spoons, and many complicated and simple cheap products, was pieced together for the Imperial soldiers and became the only normal tableware on the battlefield today.

But veterans don't like it. They are better at using pots and pans, broken bricks and tiles, from steel helmets to iron sheets on the roadside. It doesn't matter whether they are easy to use or not. What they provide is a mouthful of hot food in a humid environment. Something far beyond imagination.

There was little smoke, which looked more like a letter of challenge to the Chaos believers. They told themselves so openly that now was the time to attack, but the Destruction Eagle warriors patrolling near the bunker replied to the villains, no.

This kind of tacit understanding allows morale to recover normally. Soldiers enjoy the protection of supermen. Superhumans will be worshiped and will have the most reliable allies in the world, just like what the Master Chief wanted.

And this kind of tacit understanding is based on the command class. The sergeant, the man who changed his brothers' minds, bent down because the narrow command area was too short for Superman for concealment.

he said. "It's hard to imagine that the people who maintain such a huge war situation are commanding in such a narrow place."

"There's no way, this is a rat's nest. Only Lytlin people will find it comfortable here." For this distinguished guest, among the dazzling array of flashing communication equipment, Captain Jiesik found the kettle and poured a certain amount of liquefied promethium into it. Enter the black and brown device and start heating.

The unpleasant promethium smell, to be precise, is like burnt tar or something. This smell permeates the entire interior of the command vehicle. It cannot be denied that this kind of heating is smokeless and extremely fast.

As the liquid tumbled, the smell of broken black tea appeared. After a short beeping sound, the captain took the red nectar in the military kettle. He poured it into a metal cup with ease, and The addition of artificial milk and saccharin barely ensures that it doesn't shortchange anyone in terms of taste.

The captain knew that the man in front of him had a burning flame toward the Empire beating in his heart, so he didn't care whether he was really a monster or not.

It can even be said that Loander is dead. This unlovable and ungreat place was so ruined that the anger in those people's hearts finally sprouted.

The sergeant showed a hint of loneliness. "Yes, our pharmacist cannot clean those things, and the priest can only comfort you. Our chapter does not have a think tank. I am sorry, but soldiers like you should not die."

"This is the Master Chief's order. There is no need to thank you. We are now allies and comrades-in-arms. Instead, I need to apologize to you. My brother once wanted to stand by and enjoy the results of the war." His natural answer was even a bit reckless. If this This incident became the trigger for the alliance to be torn apart, and it was actually a bit more gain than loss.

Those soldiers are not afraid of death, and they also find that the enemy can't do anything to them, so they only need to stick to the array now, and things are going smoothly. They have no desire to attack, because this matter is being carried out by the Space Marines.

replied the captain. "We didn't know the situation before, whether it was the information blocked by the heretics or the protection we could only guard in a corner, but now we understand."

He was born in a mine and has three older brothers. Before joining the army, he had little to eat and was illiterate. The Imperial Guard changed him a lot, but the "civilian style" in his bones was still deep-rooted. Such direct words made the sergeant subconsciously feel as if he was on the Baptism of Fire. He seemed to be chatting with his brothers, letting down his guard.

The shells were constantly alternating. When the enemy's first company ventured out of position, the Space Marine scouts, the Space Marine recruits, used their immature skills and physical fitness beyond human limits to accurately report the battle situation.

He looked angrily at the poisonous bomb craters in the distance with his binoculars. They were densely packed but made no achievements. This incompetent man obviously couldn't blame himself, so he spoke. "Where is the commander of the artillery battalion? Removing him from his post and assigning him to the infantry unit..."

"We won, thank you." He said this without thinking, because he was not an officer. To be precise, he was not an officer above the school level who should be in charge of a regiment, so he didn't understand how. Respect, humility before a giant.

Seeing the demigod drinking the drink, the officers here couldn't help but be surprised. After all, it was enough to burn flesh. And they had lost so many commanders in successive wars that people even forgot that they actually only had low military ranks. People who have never met a Space Marine, let alone drank tea with them.

In the artillery array, the news from the scouts made the commander in charge of the current operation, Ed von Ka's new adjutant, dissatisfied. He calculated that the enemy had been beaten to pieces by the bombing, and then the soldiers moved forward. He was rewarded by his commander for retrieving the camp.

But soldiers are not those who play tricks, and he won't think so much, the captain laughed. "But you are here, and I feel that even if we survive this time, we will not survive long. The plague, with its psychic witchcraft, has penetrated into our internal organs, and we are already seriously ill."

"It's the last time. Now is the last time." The captain put away all his previous optimism. The heretics' continuous and purposeful slaughter made the whole world sick. The population dropped significantly, and diseases and nightmares continued.

"The rotation system, the capable ones do more work, I like this method very much, but we can't join in..." He pretended to be sorry, but took out his own saber and asked the soldier.

"Yes, sir." The officer next to him answered and did it, but obviously, such behavior caused dissatisfaction among the soldiers. Ed. von. Ka, who had a family background and ability, and two powerful wizards were not there. They served the Chaos Gods for the great cause. Ed. von. Ka protected the altar discovered by the enemy, and the wizard returned to heaven after causing huge losses. In comparison, the adjutant now is just a maggot.

The shells were fired, and the enemy infantry died with minced meat and soil in the strong shock of high explosives. Although the enemy's bombing was fierce and terrible, they dared not leave the shield because of the range, and could only attack aimlessly from a distance...

"We don't like it here, I'm sure, but a tree without roots cannot survive, not to mention that we are already like this. If the war ends, even if we don't die, the Loander people will no longer have the willpower."

"It's really amazing..." the captain commented, but the other side didn't understand what happened. The daily meals of the Space Marines are very mixed, from their place of origin to many places, but the long service time and the days after the transformation that far exceeded their mortal experience made many people forget that the food is hot.

I don't know who shouted the first words that filled the entire camp. From the auspicious instrument, relying on the void shield, the enemy's artillery was in a completely safe position. This is why the captain has always emphasized that this area must be captured. If they can't do it, they will face the enemy's unilateral suppression at this moment.

"Sorry, sir, my words came too harshly, but even though I am a dead branch and rotten leaf, it does not mean that I need to leave. My family, the families of my comrades, this world is still important, even if it is already broken."

So the soldiers watched the artillery fire from both sides roaring alternately in the trenches, and began to wash clothes, eat, and tidy up the trenches. Anyway, the enemy shells will eventually stop.

The Space Marines' taste is actually not sensitive. They have long been blurred about enjoyment, but the sergeant still expressed his gratitude to the commander, because he knew very well that this cup was very precious to mortals.

And now a strange scene was born, that is, the artillery unit of the Imperial Guard could not attack the enemy, and the enemy's artillery could not reach the core because of the range, so that soon some soldiers calmed down and continued to eat, and watched those dark green poison gas shells exploded indifferently.

As a superman, the sergeant could not change many situations. He could not imagine what it would be like if such a thing appeared in Skadi and Ghost Peak. He could not comfort them. A sense of powerlessness and a trace of sympathy flashed across his mind, and finally he uttered a sentence.

"If you are willing to listen to my advice, you can become a commander the next day, and if you make achievements, it is not impossible to leave this muddy and filthy battlefield?"

If there is no hope, then fight back. It can't solve any problems, but it can go deep into the bone marrow and relieve hatred and resentment.

Such a small gap reminds them all the time that they are different, but no one has brought it up now. Obviously, the Space Marines are not heretics or aliens, but there are always people in the huge empire who can't stand those supermen. There are always...

This situation is not because the enemy is stupid, but the existence of the Space Marines hindered the approach of the scouts, and the misjudgment of the temporary command caused such losses. They felt that the range of the artillery shells could solve the battle inside the void shield, but when the mess ended, except for the negligible and non-existent mental pressure, the counterattack on the first day was useless.

Their command department was also speechless because of this somewhat ridiculous situation. The bombardment continued until the evening. The ground in front of the battlefield had been completely bombed, but the loss was not great. Only a few defense equipment that was too close to the enemy's artillery range had problems.

"You want us to be refugees?!" The usually gentle captain suddenly shouted, which touched the few reverse scales of the still alive Loande soldiers. They were not submissive, and they still had the vague dignity to maintain them in this battle.

"Go to Skadi, where the technology is advanced and the Sun Lord is kind and generous. You are not only good at fighting, but also..."

A thought flashed through his mind. This was the breath of war, and when a voice appeared, the entire camp reached its limit.

The sergeant could not refute at this moment. If he was in the same position as those loyal people, he would definitely make the same choice. He looked at the sky outside the car, and his thoughts were pulled far away. "Yes, yes... revenge, revenge!" He murmured to himself like a whisper, and saw the dark green meteor across the sky. It was a man-made thing, he could see it, and then suddenly, there was a violent vibration, rolling soil, and restless sounds.

The attack at this time was really insidious and vicious. The captain arranged the artillery unit to approach, and the huge earthshaker was filled with high-explosive shells, firing when the enemy infantry unit left the void shield.

"Enemy attack!"

"We are already dead. The protection provided by the National Guard with the void shield was finally broken. The disease spread and the pollution. There may still be living people in this world, but we are already dead." The captain looked at the others here. "We are already ethereal undead, but I don't hate the Space Marines, because the Master Chief saved the world, but we can't save ourselves."

Gurgling, gulping, and taking it down when it was still hot. The transformed warrior felt that the newly boiling liquid was warm, artificially sweet, and the milky aroma was indifferent, but he still spoke. "Thanks."

But he quickly calmed down. It was useless to scream at his comrades, and it was not good to shout at the soldiers who saved them. It was just that the Emperor taught them to be generous and humble, but he was carried away by his emotions.

The Lemanus tank was therefore started, walking through the muddy soil, and the tracks stopped next to the ruins of the bunker. It relied on the thick bunker to replace the bunker's work, and was alert to the enemy's war engine. The soldiers also put down their food and quickly got into position.

Therefore, among those arrogant rune warriors, a middle-aged man, who was dressed like a Catachan warrior, said softly to the officer who conveyed the order. "Are you going to do what you want?" He leaned against the dark wall of the camp and said calmly. "You know that this man is a loser, and the empire is getting closer, and according to your position, this adjutant will be yours to take temporary command."

His words were extremely tempting. The officer had been stuck in this position for many years, and he also understood that those rune warriors could not come to the front due to many restrictions. They might have had enough of the usual charges and suicide attacks...

The officer swallowed. "I…"

The rune warrior put his finger to his mouth. "Okay, I understand, your wish will come true tomorrow morning, my friend, and you must fulfill my wish, otherwise..."

The officer was sweating coldly and nodded heavily. In this dark universe, no one would give blindly. This principle can be said to have spanned the entire human history and will not change now. It's just that compared to rights, those crazy rune people There is one thing they want to do even more, and that is to use all their current resources to take revenge on the person who defeated them, the Eagle of Destruction.