diary

Written by: Second Lieutenant Alan Bair

Recorded on: The second day of Outpost Three's stationing

Contents: I survived, in the forest, in the greenskins, in all the terrible things you can imagine, but the veterans are goodbye to us because of this.

The fight with Greenskins gave them one last bit of time, but when the Captain's head was cut off by Greenskin's machine, I almost wanted to go unconscious.

As it turned out, their sacrifice was still meaningful, as the Greenskins did not take the area, they did not get a springboard to attack Karui City, and when a large number of soldiers arrived from the capital, the Greenskins quickly retreated.

Because of my excellent performance, I was promoted to a large rank, and both captain and lieutenant were also promoted to the rank of colonel, and my body will be buried here with honor... A place I couldn't find in the city of Karui.

Others... Presumably a starch factory?

Although I would prefer everyone to live, it is already a boat.

The staff officer said that I had requested a set of carapace armor and a hell gun, and that they would be in place the next time the new recruits arrived.

In other words, the War Department recognized that the soldiers here were honorable, strong, resolute, and strong enough to take on the responsibilities of the Empire.

Or maybe they think I can and others can't.

Who knows, if it weren't for the urgency of the war, I might have left here and gone to the training department of the Astral Army to rebuild and become an organization similar to the Stormtroopers Reserve...

But in any case, there were only five people in the entire outpost, and most of them were wounded, making it difficult for me to sleep peacefully, and the nights always felt long, and although the staff officers and four additional platoons were stationed here, the feeling of loneliness did not dissipate.

Alan Baier sat on the battlements with a pen in hand, watching the other platoons clean up the green-skinned corpses all over the ground, flamethrowers whirring and spitting flames.

The staff officer stood next to him, looking at the mess everywhere, eating.

Truth be told, the smell of those mushrooms burning was unbearable, but the staff officer still didn't care.

He heated the can, then broke the mashed starch cubes and put them in the meat oil to stir them, and ate them spoonful by spoonful.

He chewed and said. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here for too long, the main front is still on the defensive, there are battles going on everywhere."

"You've done a good job, a new platoon of reinforcements will arrive tomorrow, along with the weapons and armor I promised you."

Alan Baier looked at the battlefield with mixed feelings. "Am I worth it? Or are we worth it? ”

"The veterans are better, and the honor and glory of the empire are also in them."

Yesterday's war is still vivid, and the pain and the loss of people I know, the feeling that makes Alan Baier uncomfortable.

The staff officer didn't say anything big, or the empire or anything, the emperor or anything, he just said. "Recruits are the source of veterans, and humanity has survived to this day only because everyone is doing their job."

"If you really feel indebted to something, then—" He finished eating the puree, took out his kettle, poured hot water into the can, soaked the last bit of grease and starch, and drank it empty.

"Live." He stood up and pointed into the distance.

"Forest, see? It wants to take your life. ”

He pointed to the green-skinned corpse on the ground. "Alien, do you see? It also wants to take your life. ”

"You're sitting here, sullen, saying, 'Come, shoot me, kill me.'"

"Interesting?"

Alan Baier sighed. "No, thank you, sir."

He stood up, grabbed his weapon, and walked towards his bedroom, which was empty.

The staff officer knew that he still needed a little time, a little time.

Farther south, next to the ruins of a human city, One-Eye was kicking the stones on the side of the road with his head down, and he complained inwardly that the Dead Skull Boss had ruined his plans.

He didn't want the boys to waaaagh at all, they had lost too many of the boys now, and his destruction was undone by the attack.

He could have destroyed the camp silently, but the stupid war boss only cared if he had enough fun.

Well, One-Eyed will do the same, he probably doesn't care how many people die in his kid, he only cares if he has enough waaagh.

It's better to say that this is a common problem of the green-skinned warlords, and now that the sentry has not been taken, the kid has suffered heavy losses, and he blames himself.

Even his special operations kid was killed by the two shrimps that tickled his teeth.

The best thing is that Ganluo, who wants to get his weapon, is not dead, he is such a little kid, why is he not dead?

At this moment, a few farts passed by, pointing and mocking the failed blood axe, well, the blood axe is indeed annoying in the green skins, but it is not something you can point fingers at.

He pulled out his pistol and boomed, smashing the two asses inside with three shots.

The boss of the dead skull, the warlord of war was in the distance, and when he saw this, he did not forget to mock the poor blood axe.

"That's it? That's your plan? ”

One-eyed scolding. "You should do what I say!"

The Deadhead Orc Boss scolded back. "What, do you think my waagh is not good?"

"Your stinky fish and rotten shrimp, a sneaky plan can break the defenses of human shrimp?"

One-eyed scolded back. "Those shrimps will want to take the city back. They'll be attacking soon, because they know a lot of your brats have been taken out. ”

The red eyes of the war boss have thinned.

"Are you saying that a whole bunch of my boys have been killed? Who do you think you are? Some kind of dry rack counting nerd? I didn't get killed a whole bunch of boys. ”

One-Eye immediately retorted. "Who didn't take the fortress of shrimp with waaagh."

"You!" The war leader was enraged, but he didn't call in anger, he seemed to have another plan.

He shouted. "That's not a lot. Just a few. ”

"Besides, there are more kids on their way to that shrimp base. You wait and see. ”

"There will be more brats to show up. Soon, once we've pounded more shrimp and taken over the big shrimp city, before you know it, my warband will be the real Waaagh! ”

As if suddenly remembering who he was talking to, the war leader roared again.

"I don't have to tell you anything anyway. You do as I say. ”

"You nasty bloodaxe orc."

One-eyed was scolded with a spit on his face, anger swelled in his heart, and soon, he noticed the words of the orc boss, this warlord has more boys?

One-Eyed sharpens his blade, as long as he kills this warlord, he can get this tribe instead of him...

Mercenary? Greenskin didn't have that kind of thing, it was just that he wanted to play with the family, and soon, the name of the tribe would be changed to the Bloodaxe Tribe.