Chapter 373 In Front of Kane Roman's Door

Due to the great contribution of PDF officer Kenny, the place of his honor, the Imperial Hive World where he once served, and the heavy doors connecting the countless hive areas of the Imperial Spaceport Engili Spaceport, the ancient creation has a new name, Kane Roman, which is the local Low Gothic dialect, meaning, brave and dedicated people.

Now his adjutant has become the master here. Compared with his previous rule, there are also new soldiers in the new order. Unlike those who once charged into hell and survived with difficulty, seven recruits were brought to this borderland by transport vehicles.

The old promethium vehicle emits an unpleasant smell, the engine shakes and in this narrow place, the recruit Norden Nord is feeling the feeling that his thighs cannot move, and the shaking of the engine makes him drowsy, and there is the disturbing sound of his comrades swallowing energy bars.

He is the child of an ordinary worker in the middle nest. Now he has joined the PDF Third Army and was assigned to the Border Guard. He believes that this is an honorable responsibility. Moreover, those who have recently joined the Border Guard can get 300 more credit points per month than others. He knows that this money is not for nothing.

Something is threatening the nest, but it has nothing to do with him. Three hundred credit points are enough for the workers in the middle nest to work for two months!

He will not let it go. So far, he has filled out the report, but his low Gothic is so bad that his name has become Nohan Nord, and he can only pray to the Emperor that this matter will not affect his pension.

Even so, he believes in himself. He never spends too much and does not like to gamble. After 25 years of regular service, he can buy a cramped apartment in the upper nest, and then open his own bakery to provide enough dignity and satisfying work for his promised lover in his hometown.

But now, he stuck the dog tag in his clothes, feeling the coldness of the metal sheet and this ill-fitting PDF uniform, enduring the squeeze of his comrades and the pungent smell of inferior energy bars.

Then, the car stopped, and people were like sardines in a can. Hundreds of supplementary recruits carrying hundreds of combat teams were brought here after several months of training. He just noticed that his clothes were different from others, and they were obviously a degree browner than other regiments, but he didn't think too much.

Because they came here only because after the Imperial War Lord captured this area, although people's living conditions had improved, most people still couldn't afford the money they needed to live. They could join the battlefield as a PDF and receive three throne coins, a total of 3,000 credit points, and they could receive 300 points a month for future service, and 600 for the border defense force.

So far, he can send the money home, and at the same time he can save his family a bite of food, less water tax, and no waste will be caused by him.

And he was suddenly pulled out of those memories. He stood in the queue, and his sergeant in charge was looking at him, sternly. He could see the old soldier's chin with very little stubble, and the dark scar on his neck.

He shouted. "I'm not standing here to pay the dead! You're in a daze, new soldier. If you were on the battlefield, you'd be dead!"

Nord couldn't help but mutter in his heart, this is not a battlefield, or he's not that careless, but the sentence that he wouldn't pay the dead really hit the heart of this young man, yes, money, nothing more than that, he naturally can't die, absolutely not, there are relatives at home, there is still life in the future, nothing is more important than those three noble gold coins, he subconsciously straightened his body and shouted.

"Yes, sir!" His reaction was huge, and his voice was louder, but it was not just his voice, there was also a fierce, deep, terrible voice.

The voice scared the old soldier, he lowered his head and muttered to himself, Nord heard a strange word, but soon he smiled and said. "You are still in good spirits, then."

"Go over there and get the engineering package. The whole regiment should go. Get the good stuff and go to the area planned by the engineering captain to dig. Use drills, baskets, shovels, and everything you can imagine!"

"Ready, forward, trot!

He was like a shepherd driving his own animals. The entire regiment of hundreds of people was under his command. At this moment, Nord also knew his job for the first time. He was a logistics staff of the engineering unit, responsible for reinforcing the foundations and trenches, and using gravel and concrete to make larger and stronger places.

But he also heard the old sergeant say the word "volcano cannon". He was just next to him. Nord believed that his ears were good. If the huge sound just now was related to the so-called volcano cannon, then there was something in the void. The ongoing war might be heating up?

He didn't know, because he only knew to dig now. It could even be said that he was digging, burying, and transporting all day long. He almost lost his soul and became more numb than the workers on the assembly line. However, he still tended to think that it was a good thing that he was not in the combat team, but he also envied those soldiers.

No man would think that it was unromantic to be stationed on the front line where countless people lived peacefully with a machine gun, a trench coat, and big military boots, especially this poor guy saw the felling gun for the first time, and he was very lucky.

Because his work position was next to the concave pit of the felling gun, he even sneaked a few times and was scolded by the sergeant of the logistics team, although he still felt that this thing was worth it.

When the day's work was over, he could hardly lift his arm, and when he thought that he was broken, he saw the rich food in the canteen of the fortress, and the fresh food he had never seen in his life, although it was a few cans of instant beans, and a stew made with canned Gromon, unlimited, and paired with three or four damn starch blocks.

Even so, this was a rare food in the hive. Compared with the rotten meat full of motor oil dug out from the miner's mechanical bull ant, this delicacy made him forget the past. When he thought he could no longer lift his arm, his body once again told him that he could, and send food into his exhausted body again and again.

The broadcast emphasized again and again that those foods were the gifts of the war lord Alanbaier and the noble governor, but he had no time to care. When he was full of food, he had no strength to wash up. He returned to his dormitory and stuck to the hard bunk bed. His silent comrades began to chat at this moment.

"I don't like Lord Alanbair. He brought the war." The brother on the upper bunk suddenly spoke up, and the Nord warrior below immediately retorted.

"But it's better than Bandettar. Look, our dinner has real meat, and it's unlimited. Our family only needs one person to join the army to have food and clothing. My sister can go to the community school of the state religion, my mother can stop sewing clothes, and my father can ask the foreman to leave work in advance. He only needs to work 10 hours now!"

"Look, look, there's another dog." The upper bunk was relentless. "Bandettar didn't bring the war, but now the Red Pirates want to tear us all apart. The entire space station has been shaking during this period. I saw the scenery through the window. It was like the end of the world..." His words were filled with fear.

"If we all die, there is no point in making money and serving. I just can't resist the pressure of my family and become a victim."

At this moment, the one on the lower bunk suddenly retorted. "But being exploited by Bandertar is also death! Damn it! Emperor, if I have to choose, I would rather die for a lord who is better to us!"

Nord became emotional after hearing this. He also wanted to die generously and was filled with righteous indignation, but the next second, the voice of their coalition sergeant came from the door. "Turn off the lights!"

This sentence interrupted all the enthusiasm and any youthful feelings, reminding them that they are still in the reality of being dominated by others, and there are still 25 years of long military career.

The next day, they came to the place where they dug yesterday. Heavy machines were digging roads, and the solid adamantine ground was broken into pieces. They had to deal with uneven places, transport a lot of waste, add concrete and build shooting pads.

The soreness in the arm has not faded, but compared to factory work, at least there are many peers and enough space, the food is delicious, and the dignity is not bad. Although there are officers pointing and nagging, life is not bad.

When the trench was more than half dug, he looked back at the things he made, or to be more precise, the trenches made by his regiment. At least his job was no longer a damn factory job with no end in sight.

But suddenly, his head was pressed down by the sergeant of the construction team, and his cheek was completely cut by the hard gold fragments. Blood flowed out of his skin. The rough and strong arms kept pressing him, and then he heard the sound of gunfire.

He was in a state of dismay, and the sergeant's words came to his ears. "It was an attack, damn it." This soldier, who had served for a while, was still young. He couldn't tell the enemies apart, so he could only let go of the recruit's head.

Nord trembled and covered his face. He couldn't understand what was happening, and only smelled the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

He seemed to have lost his soul for a moment, until he saw the handle of the logging gun in the trench in front of him. He subconsciously crawled over, as if to grab everything, military exploits, achievements, and victories, but before he grabbed the weapon, a bullet was fired and hit the logging gun shell, and the machine gun fell down and fell in front of him, raising a cloud of dust.

At this point, he was a little blackout. He picked up the engineer shovel on his waist and wanted to kill something, but the huge force pulled him back. He was waving his claws and trembling, unconscious. Adrenaline made his arms tremble, and the constant roar of guns almost rotted his soul.

Recklessness, cowardice, fear, and complex emotions converged. When he woke up again, he was behind the Kane Roman Gate, in the only safe place on the battlefield at the moment, leaning against the sunken wall behind, and was wiped with disinfectant by the veteran.

He was extremely lucky, but he didn't realize it yet. When he looked at his engineering sergeant, he subconsciously asked. "Where are my teammates?"

The veteran answered. "Listen, kid, by the Emperor, he protected you, but the others, they are all dead, all dead, this is a surprise attack, the kind that comes out of nowhere..."

"Who is it?" He was a little angry, but more helpless and powerless. He felt pain all over his body, watching other people on the wall shooting continuously.

The sergeant answered. "I don't know! It looks like a gang! But it's different. Those things are not afraid of death, and they shoot accurately. Damn it, if they didn't care about engineers like us, if it weren't for our brown uniforms, we would have died!"

"Damn it, damn it..." Nord couldn't help crying. He didn't know what he was doing, why he was fighting, and what happened here. There was only constant shooting, fire, pain and torture.

"Emperor, Emperor? What do you want me to do... Why are they all dead?" He picked up his engineer shovel and waved it around in the wounded camp. If he had to say that they had any feelings, it would be better to say that it was the shock of the people who slept, bathed, and ate together yesterday and died today, and the feeling of being instantly crushed on the battlefield just now.

He was not hitting the air, but his powerless self. Holding a gun, firing and killing the enemy, and earning military merits were all things that disappeared in an instant when the enemy came.

The sergeant held his arm and said. "We have to continue to retreat. The next line of defense needs to be reinforced and armored vehicles are put on."

"Next? The next one is the urban area!" Nord said in disbelief.

The sergeant replied. "Yes! That's right! We can't defend here! We have to retreat to the urban area, build fortresses, fortresses, and tunnels to slow down the enemy!"

"But what about those civilians?" Nord asked.

The sergeant replied. "We are not heroes, we are soldiers, obeying orders, building defenses, and then, live, kid."

Nord was silent. Yes, he has never been a hero. The countless, large and small, hundreds of PDFs here are not counted. In the face of war, they are extremely powerless, whether it is the natural disaster fire in the void or the underground rebellion inside the hive.

What he can do is to dig more stones, dig more trenches, build more fortresses, and then try his best to survive the next... 25 years... long... long enough for him to suffocate, military career!

He smiled bitterly and dragged his tired body onto the empty truck. There were no high-spirited comrades here, nor the so-called large cans full of people. There was only coldness. He and the sergeant, as well as a few scattered wounded soldiers, looked at each other.

Now only the cold wind blowing forward from the car tells him again and again that he is alive, and needs to continue to live in the future, for the emperor, for the empire, for the war lords, for his brothers and sisters, but how to live, how to survive, no one tells him, because there is no one here who can protect him, and there will be 25 more years of such days.