Chapter 4 Group

When the Chimera troop carrier drove through the wilderness of the moon, raising the dust, several veterans pulled Ailanbaier out of his depression. Ailanbaier remained calm and held the ball tightly.

Outside the space suit, a voice from the intercom came to his ear. "Soldier, are you okay?"

Is it the voice of the staff officer? "No, sir, he is fine."

"It's good that he is okay. God Emperor bless me. When I was smashed, he thought the emperor had lost another loyal soldier."

Alanbaier was pulled out of the moon crater by the soldiers. He was actually not confused. The shooting assistance sign in front of him was not so conspicuous. It was definitely an illusion.

When he walked through the crater, the Chimera armored vehicle in front of him and the soldiers who were dealing with the corpses in the distance, everything proved one thing.

He got a technological product from the Dark Ages, and it was very usable, because the vacuum and cold of the moon preserved it well, or because the powerful technological level of the Dark Ages allowed it to repair itself, but anyway...

Alanbair held the sphere, that thing could not be given to the Mechanicus, they would put it on a cushion and kowtow...

The back of the Chimera opened, and the roar of the machinery was also transmitted to his ears because Alanbair walked in front of it, humming, the engine roared, and the machine soul was happy.

His head twitched and asked a question to the communicator. "My lord, how long has it been in service?"

"It?" In the Imperial language, she, it, and he can be distinguished by spoken language, and the person in front of him quickly realized what he was talking about.

"It's been 237 years, loyal machine, it is his cavalry, he once took it to Karst Star in..." His tone became cheerful, as if someone asked his old comrade and made him happy, and he suddenly paused.

"He shouldn't have told me so much, but... the enemies of the Empire are not so fragile, and he hopes that I can come back alive."

"He knows, sir, he knows." Alanbair replied, and looked at the environment of the moon through the full coverage peephole of the Chimera.

How far was he blown away by that thing?

When he returned to the camp, took off his helmet and clothes, stuffed the ball and a touch of moon soil into his chest, he suddenly became the focus of that generation of recruits. Everyone talked about it, and Alanbair was quickly nicknamed for a while.

Called, "The boy who survived the disaster."

The marching staff officer who was now in charge came in that iconic suit. He didn't look very old, and he didn't have the one-eyed, power glove configuration that Alanbair remembered.

He scolded and stopped the noise of the recruits

But he was born in Zhongsi Academy, and he had crushed Alanbair in many aspects. In terms of military rank, he was a senior officer at the company level.

Alan Baierma was saluting. He was the quickest and smartest among the soldiers. The staff officer patted his shoulder. "Good soldier, go back and rest. If you feel uncomfortable, go to see a doctor."

Obviously, he had the staff officer's favor, which was not a bad thing, but he was not really stupid enough to go back directly, because the empire hated deserters the most.

"Sir, he will not go back. He wants to be with his comrades. The soldiers of the empire will not flee."

The officers there couldn't help but look at the recruit sideways. Did he really come from the nest world? Was the PDF sent here?

The staff officer smiled and nodded again. "Okay, continue, they have no time to waste!"

People started training again in an orderly manner. When the training of the second day was completely over, in the army cafeteria, at dinner time, Alan Baier was surrounded by a group of people.

"How does it feel to have your food knocked off your feet?"

"Oh my god, you're so lucky."

"How can I overcome the feeling of being in the wilderness?"

But the platoon leader quickly stopped the excitement, because he was not here to express his comfort, but to distribute food. All resources in the Star Army are distributed by the company, not only by the generals, but also by the soldiers.

But because of the attack, the dinner was very rich. In addition to the unpalatable oatmeal bars and starch blocks, there was sea snake soup and steak. Although that thing was not sea snake, the meat seemed edible.

But Alan Baier soon found that it was not good, because only he, a large number of people, had sea snake meat with the platoon leader, and many soldiers who had meat had more than one or two pieces, but three or even four pieces.

And his friend, John Dean, had oatmeal bars. He had finally overcome his courage today, and he should not be treated like that.

"Platoon leader, why..." Alan Baier had just opened his mouth halfway, and John Dean covered his mouth.

"Those who have more food are the original members of the gang... He is taking care of them..."

"He should, he can eat so many starch blocks for dinner, he is satisfied!"

Alan Baier didn't want to cause trouble, but he was a little surprised why John knew so much about such things, after all, the true appearance of the members of the Hive Gang was all under the heavy Gothic makeup...

But he didn't cut his meat and gave John Dean a third, thinking it was all his innocent kindness, after all, no one shut up there.

"For me."

John Dean's saliva was flowing, but he was a little embarrassed, but in front of his appetite, he succumbed.

After dinner, the plates were clean as if they had been licked. Everyone returned to the room and was asked to open the book and read the Emperor's prayer for half an hour, supervised by the platoon leader.

And Alan Baier was definitely not so honest. He spread out the book and began to untie his dog tag, and then used the clips from the laundry room to clamp the ball on the dog tag rope and use it as a necklace.

John Dean also saw the situation and asked. "Bayer, what is that?"

"Well, the little decorations he likes." He answered.

John Dean also agreed. "Good taste, a simple beauty."

Alan Baier also noticed that he didn't read the book, but just opened the brochure and looked at the photo of his fiancée.

"Little rascal, I'm not honest either." Alan Baier didn't forget to complain.

But by chance, damn it, the platoon leader pushed open the door.

"Huh? Who didn't pray?!" His eyes looked around, probably because he was caught too many times in the nest by PDF, the expression was very vivid.

Although everyone was slacking off at the moment, John's photo was not easy to put away. He was nervous and stumbled when he was caught. "Sir, he..."

John even put the photo behind his butt.

The platoon leader pushed John away and picked up the photo. "What a beauty, please come to the nest, he has to buy her a drink."

Then he said sternly. "But I will miss home if I hold that thing, and I can't devote myself to the empire on the battlefield." He put his finger on the edge of the photo, and the sound of tearing came slowly.

Alan Baier's head was hot, and he said. "Enough, sir, leave him only a thought!"

But a moment later, there was only a tearing sound, and the photo was torn into six pieces, scattered on the ground, and turned into garbage.

John stood up, and I don't know where he got the courage to curse. "How dare I... How dare I..."

He clenched his fist and hit the platoon leader, but was held down by others. They shouted. "Assault the sergeant and be caned 16 times! 16 times!"

John's anger was dissipated.

He walked on the bed in a daze, and the platoon leader also looked at Alan Baier.

He warned. "He gave me face because the staff officer likes me. If he dares to offend me again, then..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Then he walked out of the room lightly, which made Alan Baier feel a nameless anger in his heart. Anyway, he was not happy. It was not until the room was quiet and there was a voice chanting the Emperor's prayer that he suddenly realized where the annoying and discordant feeling came from.

He put his ear to the wall to see more soldiers. The wall there was not thick, and there were bursts of teasing from next door.

"Brothers, tomorrow's Alan is just like that. He is very similar to the sissy next door. He is venting with his girlfriend's photo! Good, he found it."

Many people flashed through Alan Baier's mind, and he initially judged that it was the voice of the platoon leader...

He sighed, and suddenly patted his cheek, his eyes bright and sharp again, the same eyes as when he collected 20 starch blocks from the nest.

He muttered. "Okay, the goal for that period of time is here."

Then... get him out of his position first!