Chapter 41 The Lucky One

When the body rolled in the muddy fallen leaves due to the impact, the so-called second lieutenant, the so-called identity, and the gun hanging on the body became insignificant things.

A strange word flashed through Alan Baier's mind. It was the content of the recruit's leg book, a strange word, but he vaguely remembered it at this moment.

[Live long in the battlefield, people tend to feel that they are very special. 】

Maybe people will be truly clear-headed when they are in danger? He is not a hero, he is just lucky, has good comrades and good company, and the so-called miracle is by no means the greatness he has achieved.

The idea and thoughts rolled in his head with the body, and the chaotic voice could be vaguely heard that someone was calling him, second lieutenant, boss, and commander, but no one would call him by his original name.

He didn't care, the person he cared about was him as a commander, not him in the nest. Alan Baier tried his best to get up, even if the impact made his chest painful, did his bones break?

He hid beside the cargo ship, picked up the hell gun and resisted the shooting like nothing happened. The strong light took the lives of those bastards, and the green flesh was burned by the energy. The courage of the soldiers was mobilized again. They fought back excitedly. The bombs and energy beams continued, illuminating the forest and breaking the trees as thick as a man.

Is Alanbaier afraid? His position is very bad, and the firepower of the orcs is absolutely correct.

He is afraid! But if the commander runs away, the others will not survive.

There is no plain there, and Chimera can't run away from the enemy's pursuit. It's not the so-called stupid bravery, but the Empire.

As a person who has died once, he may not be afraid of it at this moment, but if he can't go to the Emperor, he will be swallowed up by the boundlessness of the warp and eaten up.

He is arrogant, he shouted. "No Empire!" Because in that miserable world, there is the Empire and the beacon of mankind.

The beam exploded the greenskin's head, and the special warfare boy who led the team hid behind the bunker and took out the flash bomb and threw it at Ailanbaier!

Something flew out from behind the bunker in mid-air.

He held his breath and aimed at the thing. The beam exploded the flash bomb in mid-air. The fierce light and the harsh rumbling sound made Ailanbaier close up, and blood flowed from his eardrums and eyes.

"Ah!" He screamed, and what he saw in his eyes was blurred, and his ears were buzzing constantly.

But if it didn't explode at close range, he could continue to shoot. The technology of the Dark Ages helped him lock the enemy's body. The greenskins kept dying until the backpack of the Hell Gun was empty. Ailanbaier gasped and everything he saw was blurry.

Some people think that people will become brave on the battlefield, but the reality is that cowards have died long ago, and no one will care about the changes in their bodies. The bloody impulse and rage will make them face the enemy's things. He didn't even think about whether he would go blind, and he reloaded.

That is not a rechargeable backpack, but a small rechargeable battery, about 20 rounds, but it can also take away countless orcs.

If the heavy bolter is a terrible monster, Alanbair and his hell gun are the most ferocious cheetahs, accurate, deadly, and silent.

Rumble, rumble, the bushes were smashed, the bombs roared, and the two main guns of the Chimera were shot red.

If there are newcomers from that world, Alanbair will warmly tell him, welcome to the world of TM Warhammer!

The orcs' ricochet hit the carapace, tired, wounded, no matter what, the lieutenant's appearance was engraved in the eyes of his soldiers, they seemed to see how people blessed by the Emperor should fight.

John swallowed his saliva, he felt more and more clear, he did not follow the wrong person, the lieutenant was indeed special, although he himself could not find his charm.

John smiled and shouted to those useless PDFs again. "Hurry up and reload, move faster!"

The chaotic battlefield, explosions, craters, everything good and bad, the men and women of the Empire, the green-skinned boys were all fighting fiercely. When the green-skinned boys dared not show their heads, the Astra Militarum knew that they had won.

At this moment, Alanbair felt the pain in his shoulder, almost dislocated, and his eyes gradually became clear, but there was no doubt that after the secretion of adrenaline decreased, fear and loss crawled in his mind.

The number of times he had just brushed shoulders with death was almost like having sex with the goddess of death, deep and shallow, one after another, as if tired and the time of sages had come, his back was wet with cold sweat.

He crawled back to the Chimera and returned to the troops with the cover of his teammates, but the other companions who were transporting ammunition were not so lucky. They were already lying on the ground, no longer breathing, their bodies were smashed and blown apart by the weapons of the orcs, and their miserable appearance was vivid in his mind.

At this moment, Alanbair realized that he had been holding the black box in his arms. Respect? Admiration? Sympathy? He himself couldn't tell, but he felt that the things left by the dead in the empire should not be so exposed in the legs of the greenskins.

His thoughts became chaotic, but he found that there was a crater in the black box, and the information in it should be unusable, and the location of the bullet hole was his heart...

When he returned to the army, John took out the splint and medicine, and roughly bandaged his body and shoulders, saying. "Boss, I'm so awesome!?"

Other soldiers also cast admiring eyes at him, because he was the only soldier who survived among the soldiers near Chimera, and his martial arts ethics were recognized by everyone.

But Alanbair knew very well that if he hadn't worn the carapace on his body and the hell gun on his back, he would have died from the greenskins' shooting ricochets and the enemy's close combat!

He should have died even before he picked up the black box of the loyalist. Alanbair opened the black box, and the recording device inside was broken. No one knew what the hero said at first, and a dog tag fell from the mezzanine.

[Entnod]

His heroic behavior would not be unknown to others. Alanbair put away the dog tag and put it in his tactical belt. Facing the admiration of his teammates, he felt very guilty. He was just a lucky guy. He was just a guy with bad luck.

But it was morale, he was not arrogant. "It's all thanks to the Emperor, he is by their side!"

When the soldiers heard this, everyone's eyes brightened and shouted. "It's the Emperor!"

But in Alanbair's eyes, he had deceived his teammates again. He just wanted to survive and shot. How could the Emperor look down on him, a small figure.

When they courageously resisted the enemy and then died from the shells, Alanbair's guilt would probably be even greater.

He doesn't deny heroes or miracles, but the lucky ones who climbed up from the nest city, hoping that the battle situation can get better, so that his teammates won't die for no reason...

But fate is obviously unwilling to give up on them. If it really exists, it must be a thing full of evil fun like the Four Gods. When the low engine sound echoed in the forest, the Chimera didn't start...

Black smoke, the sound of chainsaws, it turned out that a can of fear broke through the forest and walked into the battlefield!

It opened its missile bay, and a large amount of explosives shot at the Chimera.

"Lie down!" That was the loudest order that Alan Baier had ever issued in his life!

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