Lieutenant Colonel Arvada listened intently to the chatter of the noisy forest, the pinchosaurs in heat hovering high in the sky, and the intricate critters shuttling through the dense forest, which was also lively but too gentle compared to his hometown.

He counted the crowd that came to this event, it was impossible for the hundred-man group to all smash here, and now his team only had about 30 people in the Katachang Company, but in fact, the establishment of the Astral Army was of little significance to them.

They walked into the forest at the edge of the watchtower and began to organize their weapons and sharpen their blades, even the iron-blooded hunk had to pay attention to the state of the mech, although they felt that it was not related to faith or anything, but just the basis of the hunter.

And when Alan Bair in the outpost found that his men were being pressed back to the camp, his heart was very complicated, firstly, there was no briefing on Katachan's operation at all, of course, they may have considered the secrecy of the whereabouts of the Astral Army elite.

The second is that it is a little fascinated to watch John worship the appearance of Katachan who has infiltrated the jungle and camped in the distance, and besides, Katachan's troops are indeed reliable for him, although he is a little dissatisfied with being kept in the dark by his superiors.

In the cramped observation room of the outpost, Sergeant John was bouncing around his neck. "Katachan's long blade is against here, resist!"

Alan Baier rolled his eyes, what is there to be proud of being almost killed!

But he can't be blamed, after all, Katachan is the real elite of the empire, and the legend of Katachan is familiar to children in all major human worlds, and those macho men with red turbans are indeed very handsome.

Alan Baier held down his sergeant. "Okay, don't talk about how people killed you in seconds, what are they doing here? What are their tasks? ”

John's arm was not yet well, he was held down hard by Alan Baier, the stinging pain could not stand it, and he became honest at once.

"Ahh Yes, sir... They say they're here to clean up the greenskin disaster, which is what I heard while they were on the march... And then on their badge, I saw the number 72. ”

Alan Baier's eyes flashed when he heard the goal of their actions, why didn't he want to end the war and return to his hometown, if Katachan could destroy the greenskins, the defense mission here would also be easy and comfortable.

He spoke. "Give me a few cans, energy batteries, I'll talk to them..."

Alan Baier subconsciously felt that the troops of the Astral Army should all like canned food, except for Krieger, they might not be able to eat so many canned food.

But most elite veterans may not like it because they were born in the world of the dead or the fortress world, but what could be more valuable than food on the battlefield? It must have been ammunition, so he was already full of sincerity.

After all, it's not a group, and it should be no problem to be able to take out the things that everyone lacks as a greeting gift...

It should be necessary for him to ask his subordinates to sort out their supplies and curry favor with Katachan, but it may be that the long days of the nest capital have made him forget that Katachan is not an astral army in the traditional sense.

As the Katakans watched vigilantly as a mild-mannered alien with heavy equipment like the Hellgun walked out of the camp, their muscles tensed without exception, not hostility, but their habit, like cheetahs that see their prey.

Alan Bair walked a few steps to where they were stationed, and they were only hidden in the forest, and there was no one from the outpost.

"Second Lieutenant Elanbayer reports that he wants to make a tactical report with the 72nd Regiment of Katachan!"

Out of the forest came a macho man with a power fist in his right hand, with a naked body, and the rank he could see was... Lieutenant Colonel!

You must know that the staff officer of their company is also a major, and this man is a head older than the biggest officer he has ever seen!

Alan Bair immediately performed the Aquila salute. "Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." And he soon noticed that the long-bladed saber on Katachan's waist seemed familiar.

Arvada didn't pay much attention to it, just looked at the package that Alan Bair was holding. "What are you doing here with this?" He looked at the contents of the package and pointed to the can in particular.

Alan Barr was a little surprised, as Golomon was a popular meat in most of the Empire's sectors, and not only was it proven to taste good, but most humans were not known for its lethal allergies and strange protein diseases.

In other words, Lieutenant Colonel Katachan had never eaten the food of the Astral Army's basic configuration?

"My lord, this is our standard ration, and I plan to bring it to you to help you destroy the aliens, and the God Emperor is above."

The lieutenant colonel stepped forward, Alan Baier could smell the blood and sweat on his body, he took out the so-called "supplies" with a jar and pried it open with a knife, his fingers stained with some oil, water and meat, tasted it, and then spit it out.

"Disgusting, what's that?"

"Do you mild stars eat this to live?"

"You need 5-6 cans in this bag? About 3 catties, do you want to carry this thing through the rainforest? Do you think this is a game of playhouse? ”

Alan Baier was scolded and couldn't open his mouth, indeed, he looked at the lieutenant colonel's equipment, a short-barreled shotgun, a tactical belt, Katachan's long-bladed saber, and nothing else.

And for yourself, the energy backpack of the hell gun plus 17 kg of firearms, field rations and fred (spoons, forks, plates), if you really go out there are more.

Tell the truth, ask yourself, Alan Bair didn't have all that garbage from the Ministry of War, would he have survived?

But he still stressed. "At least take the energy battery away, it can help you kill more greenskins."

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada looked at Alan Baier and became interested, so young to be a second lieutenant, he is not ignorant of the Astral Army, after all, he has a lot of experience.

It's just that they are basically not supplied by the Ministry of War, and the Katakchans only believe in what they have taken, and a large part of their weapons are also taken from the regiment, not distributed, so they do not recognize this disgusting can.

The lieutenant colonel threw the food back into Alan Bair's hands. "I don't need to, I'll kill Greenskins naturally."

Turn around and go back to the forest.

Alan Bair said. "I saw four orcs hiding themselves, I killed one of my comrades in the confrontation, their leader was a one-eyed, that one-eyed, that--stalked—" He was a little unsure, after all, how could Katachan's blade be in the hands of an orc.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada stopped. "One-eyed? It's in..."

I saw Alan Baier's hesitant look again. "Say what you want to say!"

Alan Bair replied. "Yes! I saw a saber from Katachan! It was around my neck! ”

After hearing this, the lieutenant colonel entered the forest without looking back, and Alan Baier only felt sweaty, after all, it was a special forces member with such a high rank, and he only felt tired and difficult to communicate.

But a moment later, the lieutenant colonel's voice came out. "Grab your garbage cans and laser guns, and join us to Camp Greenskins to find out, Gentle Starman!"