To the present day of human existence, He is still by my side, this is the true power that every human believes, the warriors from the jungle think so, so believe, under the guidance of the God Emperor, what kind of heroic actions can the powerful Katakan people make.

In the long history of the empire, the Katakan people have still created a jaw-dropping miracle, and here are the heroes of the Katakan 72nd Regiment, the imperial elite in a group of 5.

In the Empire, everyone is clear about the strength and honor of the Astarte monks, but there are not many mortals who can compare with them.

Kadian, Krieg, Valhalla, Fort World, Death World, and of course...

Katachan.

When the Katakans fell silently from the transport plane, a regiment was no more than a hundred, and they were not well dressed, their muscles were swollen, they were dressed in jungle green camouflage uniforms, most of them wore only vests, and a few were naked.

All the people here, regardless of rank or gender, have shaved their hair, leaving only a short mohican on the top of their heads, and many have tattoos of skulls, imperial eagles or symbols from their homeland.

The curly form of the Katachan Devil, a terrifying scorpion the size of a truck or even a train, native to Katachan, has always been loved by soldiers.

What could be more reminding the Katakán people of their homeland than that terrifying, living killing machine?

Soldiers with higher ranks, including corporal and sergeant, did not have their rank badge printed on their uniforms, but chose to have their rank cut off or tattooed directly on their arms.

All of them, even those without tattoos, have scars on their bodies, which are with traces of past battles, or simply wounds from the time of Katachan's life.

Each soldier wears a red handkerchief, which is the symbol of the Katachan jungle warriors, and they wear it in different ways, mostly on their heads or foreheads.

Some wear it around their arms, or around their necks, but all wear it with pride.

Although they wield a variety of weapons, such as automatic pistols, laser carbines, and flamethrowers, each of them carries a long-bladed Katachan sword, which is like a red handkerchief and a symbol of their status.

Led by a lieutenant colonel, armed with a powerful explosive shotgun, his right hand had been lost and replaced by a silver glittering power fist.

He holds the gun in one hand, making one wonder if his arm strength can handle the recoil of the weapon, while the roar of the power fist servo looms.

When a group of officers approached them, but he was not enthusiastic and did not shake hands, if you asked him, they would only reply, "Katakham does not walk with the people of the moderate world!" ”

This is also why the Ministry of Military Affairs has always had a low evaluation of Katachan, but there is no doubt that Katachan's reputation is not given by the Ministry of Military Affairs, but honed in their desperate world.

And they have a terrible feeling about this place, the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Skadi, obviously a group of soft eggs! The newly formed garbage corps is undisciplined and the worst of the moderate world.

They entered the church, and in a separate room, the stocky man stood up from his seat at the table, wearing a rather tight uniform, with a star on the epaulettes and an Imperial Aquila to indicate the man's status as a major general of the Astral Army.

"Ah, I guess it's Lieutenant Colonel Arvada. I'm Major General Nilom. ”

"Thank you and the 72nd Regiment of Katachan for joining us on our sacred mission to rid this world of the Greenskin Threat."

Arvada replied. "Just appoint us to go wherever we go, sir."

The major general said again and again. "Yes, of course, but I still want to thank you. I'm glad to have a fighter like you on board. ”

"I have no doubt that your expertise in jungle warfare will be of greatest use here, please..."

Nilom gestured towards the table, indicating that the conversation would become secret.

"Join us, and we're just discussing the next step, which is to make sure that the orcs of this sub-sector are finally blocked from this world."

"As far as I know, you've seen at least some of the greenskins in the glorious battles you've seen before?"

Arvada nodded and walked over to the table. "Karst."

"Yes, some of the warbands that were repelled from the karst by the Imperial army seem to have joined forces with the warbands that advanced into the Gondelwa system."

"Greenskin has this disgusting habit, doesn't it?"

"By the way, please be seated."

Arvada replied. "I'd rather stand."

"Good."

With Nilom finished, Arvada saw the general notice his Power Gauntlet.

He continued. "I've read a few reports about you. The soldiers call you 'Hellfist', right? ”

The lieutenant colonel nodded.

Major General Nilom smiled. "Have you ever taken it off?"

The lieutenant colonel replied. "Do you want to wear it?"

The female staff officer sitting at the table stood up, her chair legs creaking on the polished stone floor, and the entire chair collapsed behind her.

"It's so arrogant! You may be a lieutenant colonel, but you're still talking to the Major General of the Imperial Guard! ”

The lieutenant colonel just stared at the staff officer with his eyes, and her movements hesitated, and then she was quickly slightly shocked, after all, those are the eyes of a soldier who has experienced countless battlefields and deaths.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada just continued. "I read the briefing, the third outpost was attacked, and they bravely disposed of the greenskins, now I need to eradicate the threat there?"

Nilom looked at the strategic map. "Yes, that's the case in general, but..."

"There have been reports of special orcs that hide their own subspecies of orcs."

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada's cheek twitched slightly, and then replied naturally. "I'll fix it, a beast."

Arvada had been eating the dried flesh of the Death Cobra since he was five years old, and in Katachan, only the food he had killed could be tasted, so there was probably nothing in the world that could kill him in the forest.

Once they were out of headquarters, Arvada decided to head the entire regiment towards Outpost Three first, they still had some time to rest, but the forest was too easy for them.

The female lieutenant next to him looked at the sprawling forest, and the top of the upper level could cross the vast dense forest and see into the distance.

"Humid, warm, much better than the sand and sea of karst, isn't it?"

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada clenched his power fist, and the devastating stance sparkled in mid-air.

"Don't mention that place again! It's a battlefield that has been won..."

The lieutenant put it another way. "It's a lot like Katachan, isn't it?"

Arvada retorted again. "It's missing a lot of things, like screaming..."

He then left with his soldiers and headed for Outpost Three...