In the capital of Gondewa, the astral army resting in the church of Karui City did not rest for long, and when lunch was over, it was the company commander's babbling arrangement.

At present, the main goal of the Astral Army is to protect the starport of Upper Karui City, so that the continuous supply and support will not be broken, which is also the attitude of the Astral Army towards most enemies.

Losing the Empire's possession in this world won't make things worse anyway, but fighting a war of attrition will definitely make the Astral Army successfully defeat the enemy.

If 100,000 people are not enough, 200,000, and if 200,000 is not enough, there will be 400,000, as long as you can keep the world.

Compared to the loss of handing over the Emperor's territory to the Xenomorphs, life may not matter...

When the platoon commander Alan Baier looked at the map issued above, the city of Karui was surrounded by a large amount of dense forest, and their current goal was to go to the reconnaissance base created by the previous garrison near the city of Kalou.

In the event of an attack by orcs, it warns large forces and delays the enemy's attack, in other words, the main force will not be dispatched for the time being, and the dense forests of this world are huge, and there are no armored regiments and artillery regiments to cover.

Alan Baier sighed, his regiment was destined to be cannon fodder...

The company commander saw his dissatisfaction and scolded. "What are you doing?"

Alan Bair rolled up his bunk and told his men to bring a huge package of supplies, as they had also come to the outpost with the intention of supporting them. "The whole army is dispatched, let's go to guard the No. 3 reconnaissance station in the south of the city!"

They left the interior of Karui City in the Chimera Transport, passed through the intricate human city, and witnessed countless statues of emperors and heroes from the upper floors to the lower levels, and when they actually stepped on the ground, they realized why the armored forces were not allocated.

The fallen leaves, or rather the decaying collapse of the overgrown ferns, were as thick as the terrible radiant snow left by a blizzard on the outskirts of their hometown of Cadiz.

Corporal John couldn't help but complain. "Oh my God, what is this, plants are so disgusting?"

Kellan also held his machine gun aloft with his hands. "I can't see the nest, I don't want to see it here!"

Alan Baier used the bayonet on the butt of his rifle to cut the vines in the forest, the conditions here were so outrageous that it was obvious that most of the cars could not move, and when he pulled away a branch, the branch bounced back to the people behind him, and the whining could not be stopped.

The inhabitants of the nest have never seen the true appearance of the garden world, but the colonization of the empire is not the star sea civilization in science fiction stories that can transform the vast forest into a real habitable place.

In addition, many of the greenskins' influences here have also confined the human defenses to the vicinity of Karui City, and the greenskins have not been able to completely clean up the humans here.

God knows how long this damn situation has lasted, more than a dozen years? Hundreds of years?

Shaded ferns block the light, dense forests make it difficult to walk, and the abundance of putrefactive ferns makes the terrain ridiculously bad.

The buzzing sound continued, and at first Alan Bair thought it was just a normal bug, until a bug the size of his fist flew closer to his face.

He had to tilt his head back and swing his bayonet frantically, but he was terrified of the thing, especially the dragonfly-like compound eyes staring at him.

But the bug seemed unimpressed by his resistance, and continued to hover around his head, buzzing like the engine of a Valkyrie transport plane as the bug flew past his ears.

Apparently, it found nothing of interest and soon flew away, fluttering among the dense moss trees and hanging vines, and finally hanging upside down in the dense forest.

"God Emperor, what is this..."John looked at the upside-down worm, the people of the nest have seen too many new things today, and they lack a person who is really familiar with the forest...

Interestingly, this group of guys survived eating the starch lumps recovered from the upper excrement in an air that was extremely disgusting, full of radiation and waste, and constantly recycled.

In the face of this "graceful" forest, I actually feel helpless.

The hot and humid environment was draining their stamina very quickly, especially the three macho men of the heavy weapons squad and the supply soldiers carrying a large amount of supplies, because the thick rotting plants were like swamps up to their waists.

People's spirits are highly tense, unfamiliar environment, no veteran to lead, only a compass and general direction, which is also a big reason for the death of the new recruits of the Astral Army, and the local environment of the planet is terrible.

When Alan Bair saw the sign of the local Astral Army, which was overgrown with vines in the forest and marked with a sign in Gothic, it should be an outpost with two platoons of soldiers waiting for their support.

"It's almost there." Alan Bair subconsciously lowered his voice to speak, and although the sounds of animals in the forest were bustling and the sound of ferns colliding with each other, he still did so.

I don't know if it was because such an act touched the spirit of the nest inhabitant, a soldier suddenly couldn't help shouting.

"Engage the enemy! Fifty yards in the West! ”

The soldiers have done countless training sessions to engage the enemy, not fifty times but thirty times, but at the moment they are in a mess, not to mention that the fifty yards in the west are really messy, let's just say that whether this group of recruits can reflect that it is southeast and northwest is not clear.

None of the instructor's emphasis on identifying objectives, types of reports, and characteristics were achieved.

Moments later, chaotic beams of light shot through the forest, a whooshing sound, and the heat of the laser ignited, scorching the fern tree, leaving black bullet holes in its wake.

Alan Bair felt terrible and was about to shout, but someone was one step ahead of him.

"Ceasefire! All TM ceasefire! John ordered the restless ranks to stop, the recruits were out of breath, many of them had finished the beam of an energy battery, and the so-called enemy, fell from the canopy.

It was a three-eyed, dark green creature like a house cat.

Alan Barr walked over to it, and then to the shouting recruit. "That's what you're talking about?"

The recruits were in a hurry. "At least it's green..."

The farce finally ended, and Alan Baier only felt a sense of despair a few points more, such a bad thing would happen under the eyes of the God Emperor...

"It's good that I didn't hit my teammates, if you hit your own people, I will not hesitate to doubt your loyalty, and then give you a shot."

It may be that he has been messing with the political commissar for a long time, and his tone makes people can't help but believe that it is rare for the group to move forward honestly, and after walking for a long time, they only saw a flat land in the distance of the forest.

It was an astral army-style outpost, with trenches, barbed wire, battle fortresses, two-story buildings with large 3 characters written on them, and heavy guns and veterans all there.

Alan Bair held up the pre-allotted flag with the Astral Army logo and waved it.