The mobilization was so efficient that he was taken to the starport only the next day, where several huge starships were parked, he couldn't pronounce their names, only that he knew that he would be taken to the moon of his planet by a small transport.

The rest of his life will be spent on the planet's moon, Ida, for two months of military training.

Alan Baier was enjoying the sunlight from the top floor of the nest through the minaret in the crowd, he didn't expect to enjoy the real sun he hadn't seen in a long time under such circumstances, that is... Become an Astral Army.

Normally, the Astral Army should be the sharpest PDF in the nest capital, they have not bad professional qualities, and the soldiers are resolute, not them, a group of nest people.

Because the Astral Army represents the name of this imperial world, the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Skady, what an honor, how can it be allowed to be held by civilians?

This represents two possible scenarios, first, that the war was going on and that it was so intense that it even destroyed the entire Skadi Infantry Regiment and made an emergency move.

Second, it was the Planetary Governor who offended the big man who collected the 11th tax, which made him make this little joke.

There is no doubt that it is a good thing to join the Astral Army, Alan Baier looked at the familiar faces around him, all of them were colleagues working in his own factory, they didn't need to starve now, they didn't need long work, they could be fed...

But he still silently prayed that they would not go to war too soon.

At the moment, the training time is only two months, just enough for you to learn how to use the laser gun, when he is squeezed into the huge team of Astral Army reservists, and changes into the clothes of the Astral Army in the changing room vacated for them in the nest, he is given a set of equipment, but the laser gun, commonly known as the flashlight, is only distributed at the satellite training ground.

In the overcrowded locker room, he changes in the crowd, and here you really have to worry about whether you will wear the wrong shoes, socks, tops and pants or something, as long as you can fit in, socks will be really embarrassing.

And Alan Byr's wearing this capable and hard armor combat bulletproof suit made him feel burdened and worried, it was so tight... Why is the clothes next door to me baggy?

However, this thing is enough to resist any firearm fire in his previous life, even a shotgun can show the power of a tank, but in the face of the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods of the galaxy, this is just a vest.

The people who changed their clothes followed the procession forward, and the transport planes left one by one, and came back again, marking a track on the starry sky, and the team slowly dissipated.

This group of 100,000 people is unimaginably huge, can this be called conscription?

And this time the target does not include the people under the nest, only half of the middle-level young adults of the entire nest capital, and there have been several groups of soldiers who have left and have not yet arrived.

How many people! Densely packed like insects in the harbor, waiting for fate to slaughter.

The Anglican priest shouted from the platform with a trumpet-like device that your enemies are just uncivilized xenomorphs! The empire is at its strongest, and you will not be sacrificed, but will triumph with honor.

Kai, you're old*, Kai is in front of the emperor, right?

Of course, Alan Baier can only think about it in his heart, after all, the Anglican priests are veterans, and those who can retire from the Astral Army are probably real fierce people.

The laser gun on his waist alone could easily smash his own head.

When the long queue is over, the narrow space in the transport plane is crowded, just like the full subway in the world before, but fortunately you will not be asked to stand.

This should be the number of a platoon, about a hundred people, crowded here, if you think so, the people here will be their own "family" in the future.

At least the only family on the same home planet.

The platoon commander here was an old face, and he was quite a hooligan in the nest, a member of the gang, who had now lost his ostentatious makeup and gothic ornaments and shouted.

"Now the package can be opened, and what needs to be eaten can be eaten directly, which is also part of the training, and we don't have much time on how to use the CRP combat rations."

"If you don't know how to eat, you'll starve, I'll only teach you once, now open the package!"

At this moment, Alan Baier had time to see what was in the package he had been sent out.

This complex, inclusive, and intimate thing makes people feel that the will of the God Emperor is packed into this bag because of it.

Yes, the laser gun repair kit, which includes the Divine Cleansing Oil and the cloth that the Mechanical Priest has just blessed.

Two spare laser gun batteries.

Three days of nutrient-rich synthetic food rations.

The Imperial Infantry Beginner's Guide.

A roll of toilet paper, a kettle, a sacred purification pill.

Two pairs of socks, an undershirt, two standard underwear, and a raincoat.

Medical kits handed out by the guards, including blessed tonics.

Sleeping bag and canvas, razor, shaving foam, toothbrush and toothpaste.

AND A SUNDRIES BAG CONSISTING OF PLATES, CUPS, BOWLS, AND A COMBINATION OF SPOONS, FORKS, AND KNIVES, WHICH IS OFTEN REFERRED TO BY THE SOLDIERS OF THE THIRD INFANTRY REGIMENT OF THE SKADY AS FRED, A BROKEN AND RIDICULOUSLY FEEDING DEVICE.

Complicated, it can survive in the wild, and it is useful, he also has a buckle on his belt to store the battery of the laser gun, presumably where the bayonet is placed empty, a multi-purpose knife and a water bottle.

There was a hamster-like sound from inside the cabin, and everyone couldn't help but be hungry and began to eat the starch lumps in the package.

And following the command of the company commander, Alan Baier unwrapped the package, he was already hungry, he was almost the first person to open the can naturally, probably because of the first meal, there was a piece of Glocks meat in the supply, it was too fragrant, watching the white oil solidify on it, Ailan Baier's eyes were green after three weeks of starvation.

The others weren't that far, but after all, they were now the Astral Army, and they were still patiently waiting for the self-heating equipment to start.

To be honest, he really didn't know if it was a good thing to be a soldier, but this canned meat was really inspiring.

When the fork stirred in the wet greasy, the starch lumps were feasted on, and the long trip became pleasant.

When the spacecraft landed on the satellite, he felt the touch of slowing down, and looked up to his hometown, a huge brown icy planet, hovering outside the transport.

And his destination, the cold moon, has long been the base of the Astral Army's reserves, and a large number of traces of human casting have dyed it metallic, and when the ship lands, the soldiers line up and walk out.

Here, among the still narrow human creations, other soldiers were crowded, looking at the huge equipment in confusion.

Because their location was not a port, but a church, and the stained glass depicted the glorious appearance of the Emperor, the Anglican priest asked the soldier to turn the first page of the Imperial Infantry Primer and read the canon to him.

The men from the Ministry of War, with a few veterans and strangely dressed commissars, asked the soldiers one by one how they believed in the Empire, and said what Alan Bair had been thinking about day and night, and the body of the gun flashed with silver laser guns.