In the telescope, the guy who drove through the forest was dressed in pitch black, blending in with the environment, carrying a very large pistol at his waist, about the same height as a normal human, and the pistol was half as tall as a beam gun.

Compared to the noisy and numerous of its kind, it appears unsociably quiet, even dangerous...

As soon as Alan Baier was about to open his mouth to shout that there was a greenskin, he saw it suddenly look into his position, take out his large pistol, and make a gesture of firing, and then the barrel of the gun trembled.

Alan Bair immediately retracted into cover, almost paralyzing, and then he quickly realized that he could not have outlived a bullet, and that the greenskin had not fired at all, and no one but him knew that the greenskin was coming.

A word quickly flashed through his mind, Special Warfare Kid...

The lieutenant and captain looked at Alan Baier's anomaly and immediately asked. "Sergeant, what did you find?"

Alan Bair took a few long breaths. "Greenskin, I saw a greenskin that was neatly dressed and blended in with the forest."

They were immediately vigilant, looking everywhere but finding nothing, and comforting Alan Bair.

"Recruits, they don't have that kind of green skin, it's okay, they will only be noisy, twittering charges, and they won't hide themselves." The captain looked everywhere, as if the projectile would fire in the next second.

The lieutenant touched him directly on the shoulder and calmed him down.

But Alan Bair still hadn't crawled out of the fear he had just had, and there was no doubt that if the greenskin hadn't been afraid of the gunfire revealing himself, he would have closed his eyes now and gone to see the emperor.

As the minutes ticked by, the two lieutenants still hadn't spotted the so-called orcs, and they reassured Alan Baier that they were just thinking too much, and that it was impossible for the orcs to plan a real attack.

Mr. John also took his teammates to the second floor at this moment. "Platoon commander, it's time for us to change shifts."

Like a caring big sister, the lieutenant led Alan Bair down to his room, but in any case, he was convinced that he was not hallucinating.

In your own room, a clutter of thoughts continues, will the attack come? Wouldn't it? What is that greenskin doing? Will you die?

As the wheezing became short, Alan Barr realized for the first time that he was so vulnerable, no different from the recruits.

But waiting only invites death, and he walked out the door and out of the room, grabbing his carefully cleaned laser gun, and in any case, his comrades must protect themselves.

The outpost is not big, the trenches, the barbed wire fence is constant, and the light of the Lumens Tower shines on the entire kilometer around the sentry tower, and it is no problem for even a special warfare boy to approach in complete comfort.

There was no doubt that his worries should have been illogical, but the unsettling feeling lingered for a long time.

He walked out of the room and into the trench, which was largely devoid of people, except for a small number of maintenance personnel refurbishing the heavy blast rifle to allow it to work at its best.

Or put a large number of explosive explosive munitions on the ground near the front line, bury them in the soil, get the wires out, and install pressure plates to make simple mines to strengthen the fortifications, but even so, there is still no sign of running out of explosives in the warehouse, and there are not enough veterans who can handle such things.

The place was previously garrisoned by four platoons, but now it is empty, and many rooms can see a large number of personal belongings, and corpses?

Maybe he was dragged back to his home planet, but Alan Baier felt that the unknown Imperial soldiers might have turned into a lake...

He sighed, even so, he still ate it, or he would become one of them.

But now the towers were well defended, relying on explosives and the supplies they had just brought, as well as the trenches, barbed wire, walls, and bombs that the Empire had built.

No amount of brat will be able to break through their defenses, because they have five heavy explosive guns!

But Alan Bair soon realized that this place should be quite important, otherwise there would not be so many defenses, and this place might be directly bordering some greenskin tribe.

Then he smiled wryly again.

"Did you do it too well?"

Maybe a little too hard, their team was definitely not as elite as they appeared, he pursed his lips, looking at the dark forest, his thoughts drifting away.

Until a sudden war cry broke the silence, a voice he didn't want to hear in his life.

“waaaaagh！”

As soon as the sound appeared, the entire watchtower twisted as if clockwork, and the veterans climbed into the trenches, and some of them loaded heavy bombs, and the lieutenants immediately joined the battle.

The lieutenant and the captain entered the battle line, and their vigilant appearance did not have the slightest hint of the style of the soldier who had just been in the army.

In just a minute, soldiers filled the battle line, the watchtower was not large, and attacks could occur on all sides of the forest.

This forest has changed from a dark and terrifying forest to a forest with a large number of green skins appearing at any time and place.

The air was congealed and watery, save for the gentle gasps of the fighters, the sound of explosive chains and guns hitting metal.

And his own soldiers arrived the latest, and the veterans only took a minute, but they took two minutes, which made the atmosphere awkward.

Many surviving veterans pointed fingers at them, and also commented that their platoon commanders were probably not good.

Alan Bair was too lazy to care, and he really couldn't compare to the veterans.

But the lieutenant suddenly stopped him by the shoulder and took him in his arms.

"Don't point fingers, this kid is an old lady! Don't accept a fight?! ”

Alan Baier blushed and pushed away. "I don't need your protection, after I join the Eleven Tax, I'll be a warrior of the Empire, not the commoner."

"And I accept all of your dissatisfaction with me, I won't ignore my shortcomings, if I can't face it, if I can't fix it, I'll be killed by the greenskins!"

The soldiers were silent, facing such an awareness that most ordinary people could not do when they first entered the battlefield, and faced with the reality that they were weak wastes.

A lot of people feel special until the firearm tells them it's all fake.

Soon the veterans had nothing to say, and Alan Bair was confronted with only a warmer embrace from the lieutenant...

"Ahem... That's enough—" He pushed the strong woman away again, but to be honest, he could feel the softness on his cheeks, she was also a beautiful woman.

But the ambiguity didn't last long, when the buzzing roared and pulled Alan Bair back into the war.

It was a rumbling machine with black smoke, and a large disc saw sliced through the fern's thick roots, causing it to fall.

"The God Emperor is on top, it's an orc walking machine, heavy bombs, shoot!"