Two months is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and when the sixtieth reflex shooting training ended, the green skins that kept popping out of the fake bunker were constantly broken under the command of Alan Baier.

The training of the fourth platoon seems to have reached a bottleneck, and the emperor's warriors can only grow in blood and flames, and only those who survive will be counted.

At the end of the training, in the church hall, the veterans of the state priests worked tirelessly in the high hall to promote the power of the god emperor and the weakness of heresy, while several non-commissioned officers at the rank of platoon commander were pulled to a separate room and assigned the next tasks.

The company commander is distributing instructions for subspace travel by person, and the content is complicated but does not affect normal life, a bit similar to the superstitions of the West in the previous life, such as not having a large number of repetitions6, and the mirror cannot be pointed at or something.

There is also the specific time to reach the Mandeville point at sub-light speed, and what will happen after the Geller force field is turned on, so as not to panic the soldiers.

The platoon commander is responsible for all the publicity and distribution of this matter, and although the platoon commander has various privileges, he also has a lot of responsibilities.

However, whether it is the content of the announcement or the company commander, there is no mention of the danger of subspace travel, and in the entire past, only seventy or eighty thousand people of today's infantry regiment can reach the battlefield.

The whole group of 100,000 people had to lose a lot because of the subspace jump, and who was the unlucky ghost could only rely on the blessing of the God Emperor to judge.

It's unknown how long they'll travel in subspace to reach their destination, and by the time the soldiers pass, the planet will be in ruins.

When the church hall was announced, each soldier was given a glittering Imperial emblem, the Double-Headed Eagle insignia.

Each company was to make a neat gesture to the portrait of the Emperor in the church, and shouted in their mouths.

"I swear that I will always be faithful and steadfast, and if I move, I will let my soul fall into the darkness."

"With all my might,

With all my heart,

With my soul slender,

With my soul and with my god,

Oath to the Immortal Emperor,

Pastor billions of people. ”

The portrait of the Divine Emperor's Radiance, the Lord of Mankind who burns billions of souls, sparkles as the light of the stars shines through the stained glass.

When the Anglican priest continues that long prayer and arrives in a new environment, the Astral Army needs the most approval for religion, the most in need of new approval.

The loyal members of the Astral Army also strengthened their faith in the Emperor until they were out of the void and returned to the throne.

Although Alan Baier does not agree with the belief in the state religion, the true Lord of Light who protects hundreds of millions of human beings, the cold sun, the saint emperor, is undoubtedly worthy of respect.

The Imperial Guard, who had been reborn from the reserve regiment, left in full formation, and returned to their rooms, where it was the shouts of Alan Bair.

"Now start packing your things, we're going to the battlefield, now take the transworld travel note from my hand."

"Go to my room and get it!"

He walked back to his room and began to pack his things, and the manual was slapped directly on the table, and the people who came said to them to take it themselves.

Mr. John was beside him, putting away his package, and looked at the location of the nest planet with far-reaching eyes.

"Want to go back?" Alan Bair asked, picking up his messy clothes again.

"I don't want to, I can't escape the Emperor's responsibility to me, but I don't want to shoot firearms either."

"I'm not merciful to heretics, but the pain caused by war is suffocating, platoon commander, why do you say there are so many wars in this world?"

Alan Bair may be well aware of the basic reason, but naturally he can't name the four of them, just the standard answer.

"Because the aliens are plundering the countless worlds of the empire, killing human brothers, and destroying countless worlds."

The two men were silent again, just packed up their things and left with this squad.

From the camp to the starport, several small transport planes have been parked here, and three cruisers are parked in the sky above the starport, countless weapons, turrets, and the unique church-style aesthetic.

Alan Bair privately calls them "Big Cubes", and the next thing they do is to go up to these war machines via Imperial transports.

As they left the space landing port by the transport plane, they watched the satellites get farther and farther away, silent.

As soon as they crossed the ship's connection, they heard the hum of the ship's ancient hydraulic mechanism, the groan of the soul that had served the Empire for thousands of years, sending countless Imperial heirs to battlefields across the galaxy and perhaps crushing countless enemies.

The artificial gravity on the ships of the Imperial Navy made him feel like the moon he had been training for two months.

In fact, this is quite normal, and the artificial gravity has been cleverly adjusted to suit the landing ground and their destination on the way, preparing them for the gravitational acceleration they feel when the planet lands.

However, there is always a nuance to true gravity, and real gravity makes him feel denser and more comfortable.

He prefers the weight of the hard rock under his feet to the simulation created by the "sorcery" of the Cult of the Mechanicus.

When the landing ship departed, they were taken to their new room by men in Imperial Navy uniforms, cramped like something made on the wall.

One meter wide and one meter eight long, for many people who have mutated in the nest and become bigger and taller, they can only sleep in bent corners here.

It's not comfortable, clothes and things can only hang at the head of the bed like museum exhibits, and they can move around very little.

They were not allowed to move on a large scale, because the navy felt that the laymen would anger the mechists, and there were no peepholes in the ship's hold.

The other platoons could not be contacted, and in order to avoid rebellion, they were now under almost house arrest, and the only pleasure was to read the prayers and notes for field recruits in the soldier's handbook issued by the Ministry of War.

There is also the fact that the Anglican priest will come to preach regularly, such as when they describe the next enemy, the green skin.

"Those sluggish savage animals somehow know how to piece together the most basic, barely working junk weapons."

"They are stupid and naïve, and they are of no use other than charging to their deaths under the mighty Imperial Guard."

"At first glance, they may look majestic, larger and more muscular than humans, but their appearance is deceptive."

"They are more muscular, but still weaker than humans, and although this may seem unlikely from their size, don't shy away from them, even in close combat, because humans are stronger and can pierce their throats with bayonets."

The recruits listened to it with relish and commented. "They're stupid, too."

"Stupid," said one of the corporals, "but I'm not going to let them get too close, or I'll stab those bastards to death." ”

At this moment, the ship suddenly trembled slightly, and Alan Baier, who had read the manual, immediately realized that they had come to subspace, which was the feeling of Geller's position being activated...