Colonel Haskell was the first to leave the transport, and he disembarked from the transport before the door was fully lowered.

The buzzing sound of the mechanism on the ship, which has sent countless people to battlefields across the galaxy. The colonel landed softly, almost silently, on the spaceport.

After that, the recruits who had never seen the world came out like thunder, holding their brand-new laser guns and looking around like children without parents.

The Colonel was disappointed, the recruits in this issue were all residents of the nest capital, which made his scalp tingle.

But only one platoon was particularly interesting, they came out in an orderly manner in the chaotic crowd, lined up, waiting to fall, and the soldiers also looked good, in good spirits.

The colonel asked the commissar of the company. "Whose platoon is this?"

The political commissar's eyes purred, and he turned around, God knows how he graduated from the Loyal Heir Academy with this soldier's character, but when he saw the familiar soldiers in the company, he didn't think too long to answer.

"It's the fourth platoon of the 3rd Regiment led by Corporal Alan Bairle." Normally, there is no emphasis on such a junior officer as a corporal, but apparently the commissar once again took care of someone.

"Oh, that immortal boy, snake man! Such a person should not be damned, but I can't help much, so let's raise his personal supply priority by two ranks. ”

"His platoon was moved up one rank."

The commissar nodded repeatedly. "The Colonel is wise."

On the other side.

Alan Bair took a deep breath at the moment, how many days had it been since he became the 11th tax?

Now he's in a world a few light-years away, which seems ridiculous, or at least like fate played a joke on him.

But the truth is undeniable.

Even in the thick stone walls here, there is an air of damp heat, which has never been seen before in Skadi, because Skadi is so far away from its star that it seems to be in a cold winter forever.

This alien star is hot and humid, and even if you fly over the dense jungle, you can still see countless green shadows spreading in all directions.

He could constantly smell the damp ground and decaying vegetation, and the smell was so strong that it felt like he had been "drunk" into his nose.

Despite this, he didn't feel like he was on a planet far, far away from his home planet, because in his heart, Divine Terra was his home planet, and it was just the Amazon.

Wait, how does that tree look like a fern...

Well, probably the home planet of the Jurassic era ...

And now they stood at the very top of a huge pyramid-like city, even in the Garden World, where the imperial architecture remained superior to the concept of superiority, and most of the soldiers were restless when the scorching light of the stars hit him with dampness.

Alan Baier had to scold his men with all his might, keeping his men quiet and tidy, he didn't think it would help him, but it was good.

Soon they arrived at their new camp, a familiar, ornate place other than the mossy walls and the damp church of their home planet.

Alan Bair instantly felt that it resembled the churches of Skadi, and it was also very much like those of the countless other imperial worlds.

The focal point of this architectural design is the huge stained glass window at the end of the long space.

It stretches from the floor to the cavernous roof and depicts the God-Emperor in golden armor with a halo above his head and a flaming sword in his hand.

Perhaps it was this familiar image that made him feel as if he was still in his hometown, and that there were emperors in every corner of the empire, great unifiers.

Once the people were inside, the officer led them to a new room, a long space with alcoves and echoes, and wonderful murals depicting giants in crimson armor fighting, and if you ask the priests, they will speak fiercely about how the angels of the empire saved the world.

Rows of beautifully carved wooden chairs were stacked against the wall, making room for the entire Astral Army to spread out their sleeping mats.

Task Force Headquarters and the 3rd Skaddy Infantry Regiment occupied the massive Anglican building shortly after arriving at Gondeva VI.

The priests of the Anglican Church praised the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Skadi and blessed them with chanting and burning incense in the name of the Emperor, but their gloomy faces made it clear that they were not very happy with the Imperial Guard's requisitioning of their church as a residence.

As the chiefs, they naturally rested in the church room, sat on the bed, or tidied up their belongings.

Most people are cleaning laser guns with engine oil, and many are looking out of the window at the endless forest world.

The officers began to distribute enemy briefings, again emphasizing that the greenskins were an orderless, stupid, weak race.

Alan Barr could hear the officers snickering in front of him, talking about whether the recruits would have their arms broken by the orcs, crying and calling out for their mothers.

It is known that from the time the new Imperial Guard soldiers arrived on the battlefield, their average lifespan was just over 15 hours.

The mechanical priest girl came from a distance, adjusting the communication equipment and heavy explosives for the platoon-level formation one by one, she may have done it deliberately, in general, she should prioritize adjusting the 1-2 platoons, those people are all gangsters or former bailiffs.

Theoretically, they are more important.

But she made it to the fourth row ahead of schedule, and then carefully adjusted the blaster for Kailan in the line, she muttered in a low voice the teachings of the god of all machines, and then skillfully stuffed the bomb into the magazine.

He walked over to the signal soldier and adjusted his huge, antenna-carrying backpack.

She finally came to Alan Bair, who was sitting on the ground, and used her ass on... That should be the ass? Anyway, it's the strange transformation unit under the body that props up a small maza and sits on it.

"Are you so idle?" Alan Baier asked.

"No, it's just time to eat, and I won't work since lunchtime." She replied.

"By the way, did you know that the electromagnetic power of this world has strong interference for communication? There are always 3-4 times a day when there is electromagnetic interference that lasts for an hour, I heard from the lieutenant colonel. ”

Alan Bair frowned, sure enough, the Warhammer world was not normal. "I don't know, thank you for telling me."

They chatted like this until the logistics department brought in new food, and soon Alan found that the rest of the troops only had granola bars and dried fruit.

His men had canned meat.

He sat on the ground, a little expectant, after all, the boat had not eaten well for a week, and soon the dinner plate was delivered to him, the aroma was permeating, and the mechanical girl was drooling.

Because her lunch consisted of canned meat with starch cubes, and Alan Bair actually had an omelette, and I don't know what kind of fresh bacon slices were made of meat, and the roots of the whole starch plant were potatoes or potatoes or something.

The drink is a bottle of juice, possibly a tropical plant, and a popular basic food, a starch block, without which the military career of the empire is soulless.

He was a little surprised, but he picked up his knife and fork and prepared to do it, until he saw the blonde girl next to him soaking his bed.

"Huh?" He let out a confused nasal sound, and the mechanical godgirl immediately wiped her mouth with her metal fingers.

He sighed. "Is it okay to get your can for my bacon?"

Mr. John watched for a long time, and then he poked his boss. "Don't spoil her so much."

"I will." Alan Bair replied, but gave the bacon anyway.