Chapter 32 Last Resort

Chapter 32 Initial Leg

The One-Eye didn't take all the explosives, and there were also a lot of convenient and terrible explosives in the subsequent supplies. When we need to fight with fewer people, the reliability of bombs is hard to ignore.

When two soldiers in the fourth row used their favorite engineer shovels to dig up the wall of the No. 3 outpost, they should have obeyed, but they couldn't help but discuss.

"What does Lieutenant Alan Baier want to do? Such a good bomb actually asked them to bury it under their feet." The soldier wearing a helmet used all his strength to dig up the moist soil and then buried the explosives under the concrete.

The soldier next to him muttered. "At the outpost where he used to serve, there was an old soldier who used alcohol to knock out a lot of interesting tactics. He heard him say that the tactics of exploding outposts or exploding bunkers were popular in the empire for a while."

"Tactical retreat, then the enemy will find cover, get close, and then detonate the outpost at this time, killing a large number of enemies."

The soldier who buried the bomb hesitated. "Why... they ask for retreat? And then hand the outpost to those disgusting aliens? God Emperor..."

"He can't accept it..."

The guy who is quite knowledgeable shouted. "Hey, work quickly, don't think too much."

In fact, the soldiers in the fourth row have already developed feelings for the outpost. It provides them with shelter from the wind and rain, avoids the attacks of primitive creatures, rests, and can defend against enemy attacks. As residents of the hive city, they don't care about the crowded environment, but have a special liking for such buildings.

There is no way. They are now on an alien planet, in a place full of strange plants. Plastic, concrete, steel and starch blocks are the world known by the people of the hive city.

Many soldiers in the outpost have regarded that small place as their home. They hang the logo of the God Emperor in the hall, put their own little things in the bedroom, patrol around, and eat anywhere.

They can accept other Imperial Guards to replace them, but they can't accept disgusting aliens to defile their "home".

The people of the hive city are so awkward that they have no desire for their own, small, smelly home.

For example, the soldiers wanted to plant bombs in their favorite places, but they had to do it because of the trust of their superiors.

At this moment, Alanbair was lying in the trench, as if he could hear the ticking sound of death from the concrete foundation, like an alarm clock, reminding him that he was not safe.

He was lucky and blessed. His life was saved by others and saved by miracle, but his soldiers were not.

In the worst case, he would retreat. Facing the obvious expansion of the greenskins' military strength, he would retreat. The Empire would not allow soldiers to escape, so he would order a retreat and use the outpost as the last gift to the greenskins.

In the next interrogation, he would take all the responsibility, and such an act would not really save a few soldiers, but would turn the annihilation into a matter of one or two survivors, because the war would not end with retreat, and they were still the currency of the Emperor.

Alanbair stroked the craters in the trenches, smelled the unpleasant smell of green gunpowder, and his thoughts flew far away.

Until one sentence. "My electromagnetic waves are fluctuating, organic."

It broke his thoughts.

Alanbair looked sideways, and the beautiful blonde hair was fluttering in the warm tropical forest monsoon, and the long and loose Mechanicus robe was dragging on the trench.

"Why am I here? This place is not a place for logistics personnel. It sounds like you. What's going on?"

The Mechanicus priest girl, whose name he didn't know, showed a beautiful smile with her unmodified head, which made Alanbair couldn't help but mutter in his heart whether her transformation was really a waste of talent.

"Nothing, Lieutenant, if he could learn from his mentor to shut up, he might be as successful as him one day and master countless knowledge."

"Now his humanity is a byproduct of the disordered current generated by stupid flesh and blood neural units, but he is still deeply troubled by it."

"And he can feel that my neurons are active in thinking, and, pain, is that a word? Is his description okay?"

She walked in the trench with her "tail", looking at the huge dark forest with her small eyes. If she didn't make an expression, Alan Baier would never understand that guy.

Alan Baier sighed. "He is seeking death, and hopes that his death can give more people hope, not his comrades, not the civilians, not the thousands of worlds in the empire. If his death can bring peace there and the disappearance of the greenskins here, he can report to the throne and pay a worthy salute to the Lord of Mankind."

"But he will still be afraid, because he is not a mortal. He will still be afraid, because he is not a mortal. He will still fail, because he is not a mortal."

"He is not a great sage of the Mechanicus or an Astartes monk. After he realizes that his life has come to that world, what awaits him is month after month of work, rules, wages, eating, living, and excretion."

"There are relatives who are eager for him to have children, the expectation of a rapid rise in status, and the school instills the so-called social status depends on whether I can be a good gear."

"He has not really lived himself, just like now, just as he feels that he is in the eyes of the Emperor of God, and he feels that he has been much more fulfilled than before."

"But he is still not perfect, because he is not a mortal."

The Mechanicum girl tilted her head. "He is not a mortal, born with imperfections, blood will coagulate, flesh will rot, but steel is in his heart, pistons drive his body, knowledge is eternal, and the Ohm Messiah is there."

"He will not be confused, even if he wants to read tens of millions of STCs and protect hundreds of millions of machine souls."

"If he could do it in his short life, he would do it."

"So, he didn't understand my lament, but asked me to take care of my firearm. It hurts."

"Please let me manage my soldiers, they will die."

"Take me a nice dinner, I'll be tired."

Alan Bayer pursed his lips. Could it be that in his entire life, he has not lived as thoroughly as a girl who grew up in the Mechanicus?

Oh... I'm afraid she has experienced far more of the world and traveled far more than he has, while his life includes books, work, and relatives, but Ru Ming has nothing.

"Okay! He will come back alive, with his gun and his comrades."

Alan Bayer mustered up the courage and spoke like a red moon in a dream.

"He prayed to the end of his life to see the God Emperor, to see my Om Messiah, and when he leaves the material world, his face that has not changed for thousands of years will bear a smile that is wrong for his life and wrong for the thousands of empires. Human soldier, with a cruel smile, because he will accomplish what no Astartes, not even the Primarchs, can accomplish!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus girl covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing. "Ha...he just wants me to live in Dangdong, or he wants me to dream about the red moon."

Alan Bayer blushed. "Go, go, go! Go to my armory and pray!"

The two of them are "flirting" one-eyed, but there is not necessarily that much "romantic". At least the green skin is not ruthless. Compared with ruthlessness or kindness, there is only one thing in their lives.

"waaaaagh!"

The smell of blood swept through the forest with war cries, and the battle horns roared and echoed. Alan Bair raised his gun and adjusted his attitude. They begged...