Chapter 9 Landing/First Meal

Chapter 9 First Meal after Landing

Haskell was the first person to leave the transport plane. He boarded the transport ship when the hatch was not fully lowered.

The ship's structure made a humming sound. It had sent countless people to battlefields all over the galaxy. He landed gently and almost silently at the spaceport.

Afterwards, the new recruits who had never seen the world filed out like thunder, holding their brand new laser guns and looking around like children without parents.

He was very disappointed. The new recruits of that period were all messy nest city residents, which made his scalp tingle.

But there was one platoon that was particularly interesting. They came out in an orderly manner in the messy crowd, lined up, and waited for their orders. The soldiers also looked good and energetic.

He asked the company political commissar. "Whose platoon is that?"

The political commissar's eyes rolled around. God knows how he graduated from Zhongsi College with his oily personality, but when he saw the familiar soldiers in the company, he answered without thinking too much.

"No, the fourth platoon of the third regiment led by Sergeant Alanbair." Normally, low-ranking officers like Sergeant Alanbair would not be emphasized, but it is obvious that the political commissar has taken care of someone again.

"Oh, that kid who survived a disaster, the snake man! People like that should not die, but he can't help much, so, his personal supply priority is to be adjusted by two ranks."

"His platoon is adjusted by one rank."

The political commissar nodded repeatedly. "Wise in school."

On the other side.

Alanbair took a deep breath at this moment. How many days has it been since he became the 11th tax?

Now he has come to a world a few light years away. The experience seems ridiculous, at least it seems like fate has played a joke on him.

But the facts are undeniable.

Even in the thick stone walls there, there is a humid breath, a kind of humid heat that has never been seen in Skadi, because Skadi is far away from its star, as if it is always in a cold winter.

That alien humid heat, even if flying over the dense jungle, you can still see countless green shadows spreading in all directions.

But he could smell the damp ground and rotting vegetation. The smell was so strong that he felt like he was "drunk" into his nose.

Even so, he didn't feel like he was on a planet far away from his home planet, because in his heart, Holy Terra was his home planet, and there was just the Amazon.

Wait, why does that tree look like a fern...

Well, probably the home planet of the Jurassic era...

And now they were standing on the top of a huge pyramid-like city. Even if it was a garden world, the imperial architecture there maintained the concept of being superior. When the hot light of the star attacked him with humidity, most of the soldiers were restless.

Ailanbaier had to shout with all his strength to keep his legs quiet and straight. He didn't think that this matter would help him in any way, but it was good.

Soon they came to the new station, that familiar, gorgeous place, except for the walls covered with moss and too damp, there was nothing else like the state church on his home planet.

Alanbair instantly felt that it was very similar to the churches of Skadi, and to those of countless other Imperial worlds.

The focal point of the architectural design was the huge stained glass window at the end of the long space.

It stretched from the floor to the cavernous ceiling, depicting the God-Emperor in golden armor, with a halo above his head and a flaming sword between his legs.

Perhaps it was that familiar image that made him feel like he was at home, that there was an emperor in every corner of the Empire, the great unifier.

Once the people entered, the officers led them to the new room, a long space with niches and echoes, and wonderful murals depicting how giants in red armor fought. I asked the priests, and they would speak passionately about the angels of the Empire who had saved that world.

Rows of beautifully carved wooden chairs were stacked against the walls, making room for the entire Astra Militarum to spread out their sleeping mats.

The task force headquarters and the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment occupied the huge Ecclesiarchy building shortly after arriving on Gondvar VI.

The priests of the state church praised the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment and blessed them with scriptures and incense in the name of the emperor, but their gloomy faces clearly showed that they were not very happy with the Imperial Guard requisitioning their church as a residence.

As the big soldiers, they naturally rested in the rooms of the church, walked on the bedding, or sorted out their things.

Most people were cleaning laser guns with engine oil, and many were looking out the window at the endless forest world.

The officers began to distribute enemy briefings, emphasizing again that the greenskins were a disorderly, stupid, and weak race.

And Alanbair could hear the officers laughing and talking without scruples in front of him, talking about whether the group of recruits would have their arms broken by the orcs and cry for their mothers.

As we all know, from the time the new Imperial Guard soldiers arrived at the battlefield, their average life expectancy was more than 15 hours.

The mechanical priest girl came from a distance, adjusting the communication equipment and heavy bombs for the platoon-level formations one by one. She was careful. Generally speaking, she should prioritize the 1-2 rows, which were composed of gangsters or former marshals.

Theory was more important to them.

But she arrived at the fourth row in advance, and then carefully adjusted the bomb gun for Kailan in the team. She murmured the teachings of the God of All Machines in a low voice, and then skillfully filled the magazine with bombs.

Then she walked to the signalman and adjusted his huge backpack with antennas.

She first came to the side of Alanbair who was walking on the ground, propped up a small stool with her butt… that should be a butt? Anyway, it was the strange transformation unit on the east side of the body, and then walked in front of him.

"Am I so free?" Alanbair asked.

"No, he just asked for food. He stopped working at lunch time." She replied.

"Wrong, do you know that the electromagnetic interference in that world is strongly interfered with communication? There are always 3-4 electromagnetic interferences lasting for an hour a day. He heard from the lieutenant colonel."

Alanbair frowned. Sure enough, the Warhammer world is not normal. "He doesn't know, thank you for telling him."

They chatted like that until the logistics department brought new food, and soon Alan found that other troops had oatmeal bars and dried fruits.

There was canned meat on his leg.

He walked on the ground, and he was a little excited. After all, he hadn't eaten good food on the ship for a week. Soon the fast food tray was delivered to his legs, and the fragrance was filled, and the Mechanicus girl drooled.

Because her lunch was just canned meat and starch, while Alanbair's lunch had fried eggs, fresh bacon slices made of unknown meat, and the roots of starch plants, which were potatoes or something like that.

The drink was a bottle of juice, but it was a tropical plant, a very popular basic food, starch, and the military career of the Empire would be soulless without starch.

He was a little surprised, but he picked up the knife and fork to eat, until he saw the blonde girl next to him drooling and soaking his blanket.

"Hmm?" He made a puzzled nasal sound, and the Mechanicus girl immediately wiped her mouth with her metal fingers.

He sighed. "Can I exchange his bacon for my canned food?"

Mr. John watched for a long time, and he poked his own son. "Don't spoil her so much."

"He will." Alanbair replied, but he didn't give the bacon away.

He doubted the Empire diet record he wrote