Hellgun, Imperial Fury, powerful weapons, but you have to ignore the 15-kilogram bag and its complicated maintenance and repair logistics, which is why the Church of the Machines is here.

Alan Bair didn't have time to learn so many things, just pulling the trigger was already difficult, and he had to pay attention to the pressure and heat.

The Empire's usual Hellgun Energy Backpack can have 150 rounds of ammo, powerful blasting and penetration, and a machine gun's rate of fire.

Equivalent to a mobile heavy explosive bomb.

If such a weapon could be equipped in a centralized manner, the enemies of the Empire would probably be wiped out, but the reality is that its number and the casting world that can make it are too few in the vast territory of the Empire.

The Astral Army's Recruit Handbook clearly states that no weapon can be left from the body, cannot be placed on the ground, and must be stored in a strict, perfect, armory even if it is absolutely necessary.

In other words, now Alan Baier has to wear that set of carapace armor and carry a big bag of electricity, except for sleeping can be hung on the wall, and try to carry it at other times, so as not to displease the soul...

And now Alan Baier feels the heaviness of the empire,

Now Alan Bair is thinking about his "flashlight", at least it won't be so heavy.

With his head down, he tore open the seal with a pull tab and lifted the lid of a nutritious porridge ration uniformly distributed by the Imperial Guard.

The slogan of the Ministry of Military Affairs is printed on it

[As an Imperial Guard soldier, you will consume the Imperial Guard Nutritious Porridge Ration, which is designed to provide 16 ready-to-eat flavors and is easy to eat on the battlefield.] The Imperial Guard's Nutritional Porridge contains all the nutritional needs of the Astral Army's combatants and has a shelf life of 160 standard years. 】

[Note: If the Imperial Guard's nutritious porridge ration is used as a soldier's sole source of food for more than 5 consecutive days, adverse reactions will be observed, including, but not limited to, headaches, gastrointestinal upset, fetal malformations, and heart failure.] 】

Alan Baier scooped out a spoonful of half-curdled nutritious porridge with his spoon and brought it to his mouth.

He chewed, a somewhat useless gesture toward the already porridge-like paste, and swallowed, using his tongue to try to judge the taste.

It's a bit like Skadi's traditional dish, the red cabbage pickled fish soup.

He looked at the lid, and it said that this nutritious porridge was flavored with roasted chicken in Laenno.

He couldn't tell how good it was because he didn't know where it was, or what it was supposed to taste like, but if he had to taste it carefully, he would say it wasn't delicious.

If it weren't for the need to lead by example and show discipline, Alan Baier might have burrowed into the forest to get some unlucky primitive animals to get protein, but he also had to consider whether he would have met the emperor directly because of a virus or allergy from outer space.

Food is always the most embarrassing place, even if humans can survive here, but the gap between the planets is so big, and the difference between people and people is not small, and real veterans are always not resistant to eating food from outer space, probably because they have experienced worse days.

After all, delicious canned meat is not available every day, protein and oil are always the hard currency of the battlefield, after the Greenskin attack and cut off the supply, this thing can make this camp live for a few more days, he sighed, and ordered John to take the recruits to patrol the nearby forest, so that they would not be too idle.

And just when Alan Bair was struggling with the so-called weight and food, Katakán was also eating lunch at a short distance from Karui City to Outpost No. 3.

Any activity of the Katakan people only pays attention to the three "S", not Slaanesh!

Rather, it is hunting, moisture, survival, the three "S".

When Lieutenant Colonel Arvada cut open the belly of a light blue palm-sized lizard, squeezed out its internal organs, and then looked at it, he was a little disappointed, because there were no toxins in it, and it tasted light.

He threw away the organs that the lizard could not eat, left the liver, the gall bladder, and that kind of thing, and skillfully peeled it with a sharp Katachan knife, which was as simple as peeling off a banana, and then swallowed the lizard with blue scales in one bite.

Chew it slowly...

The sound of clicking, if you were next to him, you would definitely think he was eating roast chicken or something, a trace of red liquid flowed from his mouth, and for Katachan, the creatures of the gentle world couldn't catch up with the ones in his hometown in terms of deliciousness.

But don't doubt what kind of subhumans they are, they are undoubtedly the most loyal and pure people in the Empire.

Katachan's team continued on, and they soon spotted the discord in the forest, overpowered branches, crushed decay, and the charred brown residue of the ferns that had been shot at with laser guns.

Did those guys meet the enemy? But Lieutenant Colonel Arvada quickly denied that there was no blood here.

A group of Katakáns suddenly smiled when they saw the mess here.

"I can't do it anymore, someone shot in the forest out of fear, and that's really the funniest thing I've seen in all this time."

Lieutenant Katachan looked at the clutter, but interestingly, even though they looked so noisy, they were still quiet compared to the forest.

And Arvada directly evaluated. "If I need to chase them, I can feel them there with my eyes closed."

The group continued on, not afraid of the dark and noisy forest, for the real threat to them was not something noisy, but something quiet.

What is truly quiet, silent, that is undoubtedly the real predator.

This forest is an amusement park for Katachan, and it has nothing to do with it except that the climate is like that of their hometown.

Arvada had walked a long way when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ear, and his fingers signaled.

【Stop】

The other Katakáns also sensed that something was wrong, there were two feet nearby, they drew their blades, everything was quiet, it was hard to imagine how a hundred or so people could gather in the forest, but become one with it, and march so fast.

If the 3rd Infantry Regiment of Skadi was here, it would definitely only turn the march into a leaf stomping contest.

And the minutes ticked by, and when Arvada smelled the scent, he rushed out of the dense forest, over the bunkers of branches and leaves, or the whole regiment.

Then the target was suppressed, the blade was caught in his neck, and in just ten seconds, a platoon of people was captured alive without a word.

Arvada saw clearly the person who was being pressed by himself, it was a young recruit, looking at the rank of sergeant, and the dog tag said John... He didn't deserve to be read by Arvada, who just pressed him and shouted.

"Gentle starmen, let them go and keep marching!"