Chapter 233 Who Are You? A Hero? A Time Traveler? An Angel of the Emperor?

Chapter 233 Who am I? hero? Time travel? The Emperor's Angel?

For many years since entering the expedition, the Skadi Infantry Regiment has become a model that cannot be failed. The Sun Lord always knows what qualities his soldiers need, even if they are cruel to those poor people who have narrowly escaped death, they are too cruel. Even if people tremble, that thing will not change.

It was ironic to step into that dark warehouse, a dungeon-like place that was actually a safe house for the Imperial Guard.

At the same time, the number of wounded and dead now reached tens of thousands, and even more people deserted the march, which was almost unavoidable.

But if we don't carry out crazy aggression, occupy a place where we can rest and recuperate, and forcefully attack the castle, we will cause greater losses.

Madness and daring replaced success, and as always, as a commander and strategist, the Sun Lord made no mistake about the kindness of his soldiers, nor the delusion that he himself was expendable in the grand scheme of things.

Is that the case in that universe? Death may not necessarily be terrible, but if the soul falls into the maw of the Chaos Gods, it will definitely be a crazier thing than death.

Secondly, the attack also determines whether the recruits have courage and will but no experience or luck and are not suitable to become Skadi infantry.

It must be both, with no shortcomings, firm will, and no hesitation. Even if Ruming's team has shrunk a lot, with only 50,000 people, Alan Bayer does not feel bad, but the overall military strength is increasing.

Fewer infantry meant that Skadi's 4th Company's stretched staff could be eased, and it also meant less pressure on the command. Although brutal, it was the fastest leg to pull those men directly into the battlefield.

Secondly, the new recruits disperse the firepower carried by the veterans, allowing the fully armed and well-equipped Skadi veterans to exert more power unscrupulously. At the same time, their dazzling performance and iron-blooded style will be passed on to the students like a teacher to a student. new recruits.

The Sun Lord is using the fastest method to teach the new recruits how to survive as the Imperial Guard in that dark universe and how to adapt to the craziest and most changing war.

Multiple sandbags were carried out from the warehouse, and the external transportation gate was firmly blocked by the war defense line. The loose structure of the sand could alleviate the firing of most power weapons. This logic can still be used after the 40th millennium.

The more primitive things are, the closer they are to the truth of war. The essence of war is whether it is to chop each other and throw stones at each other, or whether it is constantly expanding and changing in the terrible machine called civilization, which only seems to be different.

That thing is not complicated. The sandbag can resist shooting, making it difficult for projectiles to pass through. It is stronger than the human body and weighs much more, that's all.

The enemy near that simple camp has been cleared. In addition to barbed wire, sandbags and basic emergency food, the warehouse can not meet the soldiers' adequate intake of emergency food. There are canned beans, to be precise, canned beans produced in the agricultural world, which are similar to boiled rotten ones. broad bean.

The beans soaked in the pale red soup were like swollen corpses, but they only tasted slightly sour and impressively monotonous.

Whether it is possible to provide soldiers with extra fluids on the battlefield, especially behind enemy lines, is neither a measurable guarantee nor a psychological comfort.

Cook starch cubes, beans, and a small amount of meat together to make a delicious paste, which is the secret to maintaining the battle line.

The Sun Lord did not regret attacking that warehouse, which provided a large amount of basic materials and good supplies. After all, even if he was provided with any weapons, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers without training and operation to exert their power.

Wrong, the Emperor's blessing, or the Emperor's blessing, they were able to get there so smoothly. The Sun Lord stood in the newly built small watchtower. To be precise, he used wooden boards to hit things on the surface of the slightly higher castle. With sufficient manpower and materials, the project was completed in less than a day.

There is no need to doubt the engineering ability of the Imperial Guards who can dig trenches. They have the numbers, experience, and physical strength. As long as they have enough food and available firearms, they can unleash their amazing potential.

Cultists are no more terrifying than monsters, ghosts, and snake gods. At least they are more "mellow" than orcs, dark elves, titanium and other aliens. At this moment, Alan Bayer listened to the sound of the gurgling pot behind him and used the locking system to aim far away. Traitors under investigation.

That was one of the few pleasures he had, or to be precise, it was the pleasure of two people. When the smell of rice carried a bone-deep stench like that of an untouchable person, Alan Bayer lamented the pain in his nose, and then shot.

Bang bang bang, three shots were fired, hitting the reconnaissance team moving forward hidden in the haze of the building in the distance violently. The projectiles grazed the skeleton decorations and adamantine walls, and accurately hit the heads of those people.

The mortal body was evaporated in an instant, and a frightening scene was displayed where the source touched it. A body was still intact and kept the same appearance as when it acted before. The entire head disappeared, and the clothes on the shoulders were facing away. Evaporates, revealing charred skin.

Even his teammates didn't notice that it was wrong. After shaking his body that suddenly stopped moving, the body realized its own death and fell slowly, so that its chest was rising and falling weakly.

Some lucky ones, seeing the death of their teammates in front of them, no longer dare to move forward. The terrifying corpses are almost suffocating, and they can run away in embarrassment.

Under normal circumstances, the relic rifle cannot do this. The mechanical sight without a scope makes the relic of the dark age have a strong shooting distance and accuracy, but it is inconvenient and does not have a scope installed.

But the Emperor of the Sun Lord blessed him. He had a plug-in, so he was fearless and even turned that thing into fun, enjoying the chaotic fear of those traitors, which could both hit the enemy's morale and hinder reconnaissance.

Therefore, Skadi, the first sniper, the boy Leitlin and the second sniper, the Sun Lord, were locked in that tiny place. The good news is that Ailanbaier can enjoy delicious stew, Leitlin enjoys veteran supplies, can eat fresh meat and Glo canned food, and the Sun Lord can take any goods from the inventory.

A piece of soft and juicy stew with a special flavor is paired with a few rare green leaves and bread. The unique body odor of Leitlin makes that delicacy feel like stinky tofu.

His hairy legs cut the meat, because he had to give the Sun Lord food, he wore leg covers for the first time to maintain proper hygiene.

"Boss, you are fine." Lightlin kid spoke, although Ailanbaier knew that his ugliness was not his problem, and he had experienced many wars and tasted the worst and would not care about the smell, but the disgust of that consciousness could touch his soul.

Ailanbaier forced himself to squeeze out the words of thanks from his teeth and tried to stay normal, because he didn't want to breathe at the moment, and he was even more disgusted to think that if the spirit and the untouchable stayed together for a day, the one would go crazy first.

The food was indeed remarkable. Since Lightlin kid was the only chef Ailanbaier could contact for a long time, he gave a lot of his paralyzed Chinese food concepts to Lightlin kid. Although the Sun Lord didn't know much, it was a rare treasure for the rat people who were trying to explore the way of diet.

In the 40th millennium when entertainment gradually faded, the concepts of steaming, stir-frying, and the use of fermented sauces gave the rat people many crazy ideas, which were not limited to the war environment and could not be fully utilized.

At this moment, Alan Baier actually tasted the taste of braised pork from the stewed meat. The fat of Gromon is similar to pork. If it is paired with long-term boiling and stir-frying sugar color, except for the absence of earthenware jars and rice wine, the taste is already remarkable.

The taste impact brought by the bread is a bit like eating braised pork with baked buns, which makes Alan Baier, who used to love rice, a little uncomfortable, but it is also difficult to imagine the diet on the battlefield.

"I am really a genius." He did not hesitate to praise himself. Even the untouchable's naturally disgusting attributes could not prevent Alan Baier from making such an evaluation. The boy Leitlin rubbed his curly hair, and stood up with a short stature, and walked as tall as Alan Baier.

He stretched himself, ate some greasy food in a hurry to replenish his energy, and then started sniping the enemy with his carbine.

He could even distract himself and shut up with Alanbair. "Boss, where was I born? Am I a noble from the legendary Ultramar 500 Worlds? Skadi doesn't have much food culture."

Alanbair laughed. "No, he just likes reading."

"But you have never seen anything other than strategic reports in front of him." The Lightling kid said so, and fired outside, making the air there quiet and mixed with the roar of guns.

He waited for a while, and then continued to insist. "I am not a Skadi, everyone can see it. Some say I am an angel sent by the Emperor, some say I am a person brought from ancient times by the Warp, and some say I have experienced the Great Crusade and witnessed the Emperor walking on earth."

"Although it is strange for him to ask, he has to admit that the entire expeditionary force, yes, the entire Empire that knows my experience is troubled by that incident."

"Who am I?" The boy asked in a serious tone, but he did not dare to turn his head to look at Alanbar, because as a soldier, he did not dare to question his superiors, and as an individual, he could not question his friends, but he could not be soft-hearted, and there was a chance to get an answer at this moment.

He now hoped that the Sun Lord would spit out a sufficiently absurd but hopeful rhetoric to solve the mystery for him and tell him who he was following.

The Imperial Guard is not a fool, and the Imperials are not stupid. Alanbar stirred the gro pork belly floating in the reddish-brown oil in his bowl with a spoon, thinking about how to flush.

He couldn't confess publicly, but he had to tell the people he trusted about his private affairs. Whether the Sun Lord needed to tell the answer to the people he trusted was the reason for his hesitation.

The Inquisition and the State Church were already his own people, and he had reached the peak of power. No matter how outrageous the things he said were, as long as he proved that he was loyal to the Emperor, things would be reduced to a small matter. Moreover, there were many travelers from the Dark Ages to the Bright Age outside the Empire. In the subspace, everything was possible.

He decided to confess. It was not bad. On the contrary, it could stabilize people's hearts. Secondly, he didn't know whether what he knew was true or not, and whether it was in line with the truth of that world, because practice was the basis. He had not experienced anything in the Great Crusade era, and only knew a few words made up by people in another era.

Considering that psychics existed in the ancient Terra era, Alanbair speculated that a British psychic used his power to predict those things, and with the subsequent thinking of more and more people, the future reality of the universe was gradually constructed. But is it accurate, or was the Emperor himself involved in that matter?

Who knows, maybe there is a parallel world, maybe there is a subspace, but this aspect is always so mysterious and fascinating.

Since Alanbair uses his "ancient imagination" to lead future heroes forward, they are qualified to know where the "absurd dream" comes from.

"Okay, the part he said next will not be recorded in the records of the judge, but what he said is definitely true." Alanbair said.

"First of all, he does have some secrets, but people of that era all have secrets, and I know that everyone has a bad past or a bad life." Alanbair said, and suddenly got stuck, he had to say it.

"Sorry, let him think about the wording, it's hard to describe, first of all..."

"He didn't say that time..." He said halfway, but suddenly saw an annoying bright red flower in the distance outside the observation deck.

"Red Pirate!" He shouted, and the boy Leitlin suddenly lost his mind and said. "Have I ever seen a Red Pirate?!"

"NM the Red Pirate, he said there are Red Pirates coming, 3 o'clock, look carefully behind the bunker." Alanbair emphasized, and a moment later, the boy Leitlin also saw the conspicuous trophy rack. To be precise, they did not want to hide themselves. Even if they were the heroes of the Imperial Guard, they did not think they were worse than mortals.

That kind of arrogance was what Alanbair liked to see, and it was also the root cause of the Sun Lord pressing the Space Marines to the ground and rubbing their mutant old faces on the ground again and again.

If they were to face the Empire's organized war group, the Skadi would have a hard time, but the Chaos Space Marines without logic and command, no matter how strong their physical fitness and combat power were, they would only be single soldiers if they were not Chaos Demons or Demon Princes per capita.

Contrary to people's concept, joining Chaos did not make those guys stronger, but weaker. Without tactics and command, they were no longer scary.

The Sun Lord turned on the radio. "Everyone, get ready. The Space Marines are here. Tell the new recruits not to step out of the bunkers and not to attack."

"Wrong. Hold the dog tags in your mouth to avoid being blown up by the bombs. Secondly, those are all carved by us on the spur of the moment. Be careful if you can't see the names!"