The march began, and the Katachans didn't understand why the lieutenant colonel had brought a gentle man with him, not even to Alan Bair himself, but when they saw Ai Lan Baier's firearms, they already drew an equal name with him and the veteran members of the Imperial Guard.

It's not that they didn't work with those people, and although they still call them gentlemen, it has to be said that Katachan still has a little respect for those soldiers.

At this moment, when Alan Baier followed Katachan to march in the forest, he found that the so-called training, the so-called stealth, forwarding, and all the tactical movements he had used seemed clumsy and useless under Katachan's movements, especially the huge energy backpack made him panting.

But even so, Katachan noticed that this kid was unexpectedly quiet, no crying, no chattering, although his movements were rough but barely qualified, of course, in Katachan's eyes, he was on the same level as a five or six-year-old child, but his will made them consciously slow down.

And they were glad that this person seemed to be a veteran, maybe he graduated from the Loyal Heir Academy, or that heretical battlefield, after all, it was not uncommon for real recruits to kill their own people.

They went on for a long time, probably all afternoon.

And the distance of that orc camp was not very far, but to be honest, Alan Bair didn't know how Katachan judged the direction in the forest, he had only walked for the whole afternoon, and it felt like a lifetime of walking.

He was walking as fast as he could, and as quiet as he could, and then learning Katachan's movements, and though he couldn't instinctively avoid everything that would make him make a sound, he was able to avoid most of them.

Even if the sweat in the completely enclosed carapace was enough for him to bathe, everything in the forest was sweltering and unbearable.

Now that he thinks about it, he is also carried away by the fact that he can act with Katachan, although he returns to the outpost to get his teammates to keep him.

But there is no doubt that any Astral Army will regard Operation Katachan as an honor, just as being recognized by Kashezin in Kadia is an honor that many people will never ask for in their lifetime.

Well, the path he chose must be followed, especially since this matter is related to the killing of the lieutenant by the Greenskin, Alan Bair's inner disgust for the one-eyed, and the honor of the Imperial Guard, driving him forward, driving him to learn everything that will allow him to survive.

But even so, he is like a sheep in a predator, unable to adapt to the speed of reaction to things or many other aspects.

It feels like being crammed into a pack of humanoid cheetahs, and it's breathless.

They soon came to their destination, and when night came, the Katakhams found a safe place and sat down on the ground, damp, sticky, and terrible, with its thick litter and insects crawling.

Alan Bair, on the other hand, took out his bedding and placed the energy backpack and hellgun on his tarp so that they wouldn't get bad from the damp and explode when they fired.

Then they began to set up their own concealment equipment, which was the field tent issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, which could meet the needs of concealment and combat.

As for the Katachans, they had no beds or any equipment, and lay on the ground like forest creatures with rotting leaves and plant remains, and a large number of insects.

Even though Alan Bair had a cover, he could feel the squirming sensation of something tingling his scalp coming from the place of physical contact, it could be bugs or anything, and mosquitoes swirling around his cheeks, buzzing constantly.

The oppression in the forest transcends the trenches and watchtowers, and in the darkness there is only the salsa of the leaves of the wind and the howl of animals.

Alan Baier untied the cracks in the carapace, and a large amount of sweat fell and scattered on the ground...

He couldn't remember how he had walked so far in an afternoon, and he felt that his whole body ached after resting.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada pushed aside the forest and walked into the distance, near which was the orc camp, and it was obvious that Katachan would camp in dangerous places, they were used to such crises, just like his old home.

Most of the Katachan warriors ignored Alan Baier, and their sign language as a recruit could not be understood by Ailan Baier, and the sign language across the regiment was completely different, so he could only be on standby, on standby, and continue to be on standby.

After a while, he heard a sound like a click, a click, a beetle, something else.

The sound drew him to look around, but he soon noticed the sound of a Katachan warrior holding a small, simple mechanical device, like a round lid, tapping his fingers on the mechanism on it.

There was no doubt that this was some of Katachan's method of communication, and Alan Bair didn't understand it, and the warrior gestured with his fist into a sharp blade in mid-air...

It was a moment later that Alan Bair realized that he was communicating with him, but it was too late, and the warrior approached silently, spitting out words.

Alan Baier was even a little surprised, it turned out that Katachan really could speak Gothic, and he thought that Katachan was a completely silent army, but soon his surprise turned into a hint of irritation, because the warrior spoke.

"You TM gentle star, do you know sign language, Imperial Guard, haven't you trained other regiments in sign language?"

Alan Bair replied stiffly. "I have taken the sign language of my regiment to heart."

"And I'm not from the Gentle Star, I'm a soldier of Scati."

The veteran quickly realized that the young man in front of him was a true recruit.

"Okay, you stay here and try not to move."

"I hope you know where your weapon is shooting, don't hit me, I thought I could be dispensed with hell guns are veterans, are you the child of that nobleman?"

"But, anyway, stay and I'll be back soon." The veteran was talking to himself almost to himself, and he didn't care about Alan Bair's feelings.

The veteran took the Katachans into the forest, and when the darkness came, Alan Baier felt that the depression here was even worse, he seemed to be still being taken care of by others, and when he was in the forest, the Katachans seemed to have slowed down.

But it's been too long ...

Alan Bair tentatively came out of his shadow, which the other soldiers called "the hole."

And he saw the lieutenant colonel wielding a power fist vaguely, when his eyes adjusted and adjusted to the darkness here.

He saw that Lieutenant Colonel Alda was not only covered in camouflage, but also splattered with blood, almost faintly glowing in the darkness.

That's orc blood...