When the Empire's Planet Governor asks Alan Bair what he remembers most in his bed, she will probably get many, many answers, after all, he has seen too many ghosts, snakes, and gods, and even many things in the nest that he will never forget.

But in any case, the moment this question came up, he would think of the asphalt smell of the orc's inferior explosive weapons in this dense forest world.

As orc projectiles and melee brat machetes swung in the narrow rainforest, Alan Baier barely looked at his head, instinctively raising the hell gun and shooting.

The Hellgun has a more powerful range, better penetration, more and more ammo, a rate of fire, and a fierce laser beam that tears through the gaps when Katachan gets a headache from the onslaught of the orcs.

The heat tore through the air, scorching the greenskin's body, so accurately and quickly that even Katachan, who was fighting with the greenskin, could see the extremely precise beam hit the orc's head, and the mushroom-scented charred flesh sprinkled on his face...

And the veteran named Alan Baier who stayed by himself was surprised to see the beam tearing through the orc who was about to sneak attack behind him, he looked at Ailan Baier with a complicated expression, and then gave him a thumbs up...

Perhaps many Katakhams once looked down on Alan Bair, but now, they have all been saved!

Arvada shouted. "Shoot the Tempest Grenade now!"

Bang bang bang ... After the grenade broke away from the barrel, there was a rumbling explosion, the heat scorched the dirt, destroying the greenskinned houses, and the green waahg psionic energy erupted with a strong light due to the death of the psionic boy.

As a result, all the greenskins in the vicinity burst their heads like balloons, and the greenskins' headless bodies fell, and the smell of blood and mushrooms was complex, as well as the unique wetness of the forest.

The battlefield was silent for a moment, but it was never over, when the Katakhams burrowed into the forest again, hiding from the orc attacks.

Alan Barr didn't have time to pack up his belongings, so he had to follow the troops into the hot and humid place, where they crawled their bodies and buried them in the rotting leaves like a swamp, and their bodies became the same thing as the forest.

Only the weapon is exposed, allowing it to fire anytime and anywhere, killing those disgusting orcs.

And Alan Baier's feeling at the moment was that it was damp, stuffy, and unable to breathe, so he could only desperately push away the rotten leaves, leaving a little space in his nasal cavity, and he didn't dare to exert too much force, lest he be discovered.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada pressed his shoulder. "Don't be afraid, recruit."

"Yes," he replied, and although it was inexplicably reassuring to have Katachan by his side, now, the greenskins were also entering the forest.

They were armed with machetes, shouting meaningless words angrily, their rough tattered blue armor was all open, and machetes were waving in the forest, shooting indiscriminately.

When the greenskins had dispersed, and they had been searching for half an hour before they walked deeper into the forest, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada stood up and helped Alan Bair to his feet.

Arvada couldn't help but think, how could she take such good care of him, and did she become soft-hearted?

But he still made an animal-like sound. "Qiu, Qiu!"

The other Katakchang just crawled out of the branches and bushes, hiding everything you can imagine.

Arvada's eyes swept around. "Where is Corporal Lyanarno?"

At this moment, the arm stretched out from the bush, with a bright red strip of cloth on it, there was no doubt that it was Katachan!

The others pulled the man out of the bushes, and he held on to the ground, his body as if crippled, and his lower limbs could no longer move.

The orc was stupid, the inefficient shot hit his spine, the bright red liquid was scattered all over the ground, and the whole person became a "V", and it was already the blessing of the god emperor that he was not interrupted by the waist, but he still hasn't said a word.

He's really an unlucky guy, Alan Bair thought, didn't he pray to the Emperor...

Maybe Mao Guess Fist defeated the emperor? Alan Baier shook his head violently, and put his own thoughts aside.

The disabled soldier, he gestured, and the complex movements glided through the air, and then pointed at Alan Baier, and Lieutenant Colonel Arvada sighed after reading it, took out his long-handled knife, and quickly cut through the vital points of his companion.

Scarlet liquid flowed out of his body, and at this moment, in the gray light from the orc tribe, Alan Baier saw that this man was the old soldier who told him to stay obedient...

Now his eyes were closed, lying on the ground, as if he were sleeping, and the forest was like one with him, and he could rest here in peace.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada removed the sergeant's long-bladed knife and red ribbon, something important to Katakham.

Then turn around and hand it to Alan Bair...

He froze...

Waiting for the troops to continue to move forward, walking for a long time, leaving the danger zone, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada spoke. "He owes you, and Katachan doesn't owe anything to others."

"However, this knife is him, if you dare to lose it, I will chase you all over the galaxy, you remember!"

The warrior's red ribbon was tied to him, and the lieutenant colonel turned and continued to walk through the forest as fast as a shadow, and they were to return to the watchtower overnight to bring back the news of the increase in orcs.

Alan Baier couldn't help but glance more in the direction of the old soldier's closing eyes, and he gripped the silver hilt of the knife in his hand vigorously, and the residual heat was still on it, and the silver light shone on the metal blade that he couldn't name.

Does he have no family, comrades-in-arms, or anyone else to trust?

Why yourself, again?

When he was confused.

At this moment, a female Katachan sneaked up to his side, and Alan Baier was completely unaware of her arrival, and was subconsciously startled, and the blade was aimed at her, but was quickly grabbed by the wrist.

"That's not how Katachan's blade is used, and, listen, Captain, like Ling, are new recruits."

"On the planet Katachan, there are almost no older people, so he doesn't have parents either, and this is his first mission, just like you."

"Good hunter, now, you go on living."

The voice was not loud, the words were not much, but all the puzzles were solved, and when the corporal saw that Alan Bair was similar to him, and what he really owed the Imperial Guard, he had already made up his mind?

Katachan's blade is often a sign of competence that represents being recognized by others as a warrior, in other words.

That "veteran", as a famous Katachan, recognized that Alan Baier was also a "veteran"?

Or did this team of Katakán accept themselves?

It occurred to him that what Katakan had said to him, that he thought that the people who could get the hell guns were veterans...

If he was still here, Alan Baier would probably reply to him, I thought Katachan was a veteran, but he was no different from a veteran from surviving the dead world to adulthood...

Thoughts were chaotic, the road was long, and in the midst of cranky thoughts, around midnight, Alan Bair returned to the outpost, he was covered in dirt and rotting leaves, and the mechanical girl looked at his dead and leaf-stained Hellgun with disgust, and quickly unarmed Alan to defend his weapon.

Katachan remained around the watchtower, and they built small tombs for their dead companions and hung red scarves on them.

Alan Bair turned on the communication device with mixed emotions and tapped the current situation.

And the command replied only.

[The battle situation is urgent, the troops are insufficient, and they continue to be stationed. 】

A heavy voice rang out in the communication room, and Alan Bair's hand slammed on the table, looking feebly at the cold answer.