Chapter 7 Regular Army/First Subspace Travel

Chapter 7 The regular army’s first subspace journey

Two months is a long time, but a short time is not long. When the sixtieth reaction shooting training ended, the greenskins that kept popping up in the fake bunkers were constantly defeated under the command of Alan Bayer.

The training of the fourth platoon seems to have reached a bottleneck. The emperor's warriors can grow in blood and fire as soon as they come from the east. Only those who come from the east alive are considered.

At the end of the training, in the church hall, the veterans of the state church priests worked tirelessly to promote the power of the God Emperor and the weakness of the heretics in the high platform hall, while several non-commissioned officers at the platoon leader level were pulled into a separate room and assigned the task of receiving people from the east.

The company captain was distributing instructions for subspace travel on an individual basis. They were complicated but did not affect normal life. They were somewhat similar to the superstitions of the West in previous lives. For example, there should not be a large number of repeated 6s, and mirrors should not be misplaced.

It is very likely that the specific time to reach Mandeville Point in the sub-light speed east and what will happen after the Geller force field is turned on will prevent the soldiers from panicking.

The platoon leader was responsible for all the announcements of the matter. Although the platoon leader had various privileges, he did not have too many responsibilities.

However, the announced appearance was not the company captain, and the dangers of subspace travel were not mentioned. If the entire infantry regiment passed by, there would be 70,000 to 80,000 people able to reach the battlefield.

The entire regiment of 100,000 people would have lost a lot due to the subspace jump, and who was the unlucky one could be judged by the blessing of the God Emperor.

It is also unknown how long it will take to travel in the subspace before reaching the destination. Maybe by the time the soldiers pass by, the planet will have been turned into ruins.

When the announcement in the church hall was over, each soldier received a sparkling imperial symbol, the double-headed eagle badge.

Each company neatly performed the Eagle Ceremony with the portrait of the God Emperor in the church, and shouted loudly.

"He solemnly swears that Li In is loyal and unwavering. If he changes his mind, I hope his soul will fall into oil."

"With all his strength,

With all his will,

With the fiber of his soul,

With his soul and piety,

Oath to the Immortal Emperor,

Herding hundreds of millions of people. "

The radiant portrait of the God-Emperor, Lord of Mankind who burned billions of souls, shimmered as the star's light filtered through the stained glass.

When the priest of the state religion continued the long prayer, the Astra Militarum came to the new environment. It was wrong that religion needed recognition the most and needed new approval.

Will the loyal members of the Astra Militarum remain steadfast in their belief in the Emperor until their bodies disappear into the void and their souls return to the throne.

Although Alan Bair does not agree with the beliefs of the state religion, there is no doubt that the true Lord of Light, the Cold Sun, the Saint Emperor who protects billions of humans is worthy of respect.

The Imperial Guards, who had emerged from the reserve regiment, left in a neat formation, returned to their rooms, and ignored Alan Bair's shouts.

"Start packing now. They are going to the battlefield. Now take the cross-world travel note from his leg."

"Go to his room to get it!"

He walked back to his room and started to pack his things. He slapped the leg book on the table and told anyone who came to take it.

Mr. John was nearby, putting away his package and looking far-reachingly at the location of the hive planet.

"Want to go back?" Alan Bayer asked, picking up his scattered clothes.

"Thinking, but not wanting. He cannot evade the Emperor's responsibility to him, but he also doesn't want to shoot a gun."

"He is not heretical and kind, but the pain caused by war is suffocating. Platoon leader, why are there so many wars in that world?"

Alan Bayer knows the basic reasons very well, but naturally he can't name the four people or give the standard answer.

"Because aliens are plundering countless worlds in the empire, killing human brothers and destroying countless worlds."

The two of them were silent again, then packed up their things and left in formation with the class.

From the camp to the star port, several small transport planes have been parked there. There are three cruisers parked in the sky at the star port, countless weapons, and turrets, which have a unique church-style aesthetic.

Alan Bair privately called them "big square faces", and when they arrived, they asked to go to those war machines through the empire's transport planes.

As they lined up to leave the space landing port via transport plane, watching the satellites getting further and further away, there was silence.

When they crossed the ship's connection, they heard the buzzing sound of the ship's ancient hydraulic mechanism, the groan of the machine soul that had served the Empire for thousands of years. It had sent countless Imperial descendants to various parts of the galaxy. Being on the battlefield, he might have defeated countless enemies.

The artificial gravity of the Imperial Navy ship made him feel the same as the moon he had trained on for two months.

In fact, that was normal, and the artificial gravity had been cleverly adjusted along the way to suit the landing site and their destination, preparing them for the gravitational acceleration they would feel when they landed on the planet.

However, there is always a subtle difference in real gravity, which makes him feel denser and more comfortable.

He preferred the weight of the solid rock beneath his feet rather than the simulated effect created by the "witchcraft" of the Mechanicus.

When the landing ship left, they were taken to their new rooms by men in Imperial Navy uniforms, which were cramped and made of stuff taped to the wall.

It is one meter wide and one and eighty meters long. For many people who have mutated in the hive city and become larger and taller, they can sleep there.

It's not very comfortable, and clothes and things can be hung on the bedside like museum exhibits, and the range they can move is also very small.

They are not allowed to move in large numbers because the navy thinks that these outsiders will anger the machine spirits, and there are no peepholes in the hold.

Other platoons cannot be contacted to avoid rebellion. They are almost under house arrest. The only fun is to read the prayers and field recruits' notes in the soldier's leg book issued by the Military Affairs Department.

There are many Anglican priests who come to preach regularly, for example, they describe the enemy coming from the east as greenskins.

"Those slow-witted savages somehow know how to cobble together the most basic, barely functional junk weapons."

"They are stupid and childish, and have no use except to die in the charge of the powerful Imperial Guard."

"At first glance, they look majestic, larger and more muscular than humans, but appearances are deceiving."

"They are more muscular, but still weaker than humans. Although that doesn't seem possible given their size, don't avoid them even in close combat, because humans are stronger and can pierce their throats with bayonets."

The recruits listened with relish and commented. "They are too stupid."

"Stupid is wrong," said one of the soldiers, "but he will never let them get too close, otherwise he will have to stab those bastards to death."

At this moment, the ship suddenly trembled slightly, and Alan Baierma, who had read the leg book, realized that they had come to the subspace. The feeling of the Geller field being activated...