In the morning of ignorance, when the stellar light shone over the hot and humid forest, in the smell of rotten branches and leaves of the rotten earth, Outpost Three still whispered a prayer.

Since each soldier of the 3rd Regiment prostrates in front of the Imperial Double-headed Eagle, reverently.

"The human emperor is omnipotent, please protect me from being attacked by the dark night.

Give me the strength to fulfill my heavy responsibilities and punish those who are in my way.

Feel my bones, but strength,

Feel my muscles, but strength,

Touching my soul, only strength,

Feel my emperor,

Hui I Jiaxing,

I am mortal,

All men are cowardly,

Now is the Guardian,

But death is weak,

Shouldering the weight of dignity,

They will crush the cowardice of ordinary men. ”

The weak have always been able to do so or, when the light of the God Emperor falls on his shoulder, the soldier's arm can now lift a firearm.

They weren't veterans of the dead like Katachan, nor were they the angels represented by Astarte, they walked straight out of their homes, from their shelters to their enemies.

But Alan Barr wasn't as religious as they were, but he wasn't disloyal either, and it was just that someone on the watchtower needed to look around at all times.

As he walked through the hall of the watchtower, which had been a combat area filled with praying soldiers, he noticed that it was John Denn who was planning the prayer.

Basically, the recruits recognized the soldier, and it can be said that the new platoon was looking forward to him.

Alan Baier didn't feel that he had such a charisma, but most of the recruits were polite to him.

This surprised Alan Bair, because "obedience" and "respect" are two different things, obedience is what qualified astral troops have, they will obey anyone with a higher rank, but respect...

It's harder, but it's not very difficult, because no matter what the circumstances, one will certainly worship, respect another person, and entrust one's will to him, especially in a foreign country, but there is no doubt that the number of people is very small.

If a person respects everything, then he does not respect anyone, and the inhabitants of the empire are even more narrow in this respect, because the god-emperor is to live forever in his position 1.

But as his own lieutenant, John can be so popular, Alan Bair still approves, he took the granola bar for breakfast, instant synthetic powder, and moved on, the next room is the mechanical teaching girl, to be honest, this is the armory.

He didn't know how she slept without a bed, perhaps because she was no longer mortal, and when Alan Barr passed by, he could still hear the sound coming from behind the door.

“011101110110000…”

Mechanical Language... Wonderful...

Praise Ohm Messiah, but Alan Baier actually wants to listen to Gothic.

Climb to the top of the sentry and look down on the forest, where the raindrops fall on the heavy leaves, accumulating into large raindrops on the ground, like the sound of orcs' rough projectiles hitting their armor, and the babbling prayers of the outpost form a crazy alien ensemble.

Alan Bair caressed the heavy bombs on the city walls and looked at the craters in the trenches, and now he was in them, like hell.

If it was a subspace destructive power that sent him, he would surely be grateful to his entire family and race, except for the Emperor.

Chaotic thoughts cannot last long, only pure faith can protect the body, and when consciousness can interfere with reality, then welcome to Hell.

Alan Baier sat on the battlements and sang in a low voice.

"Holy Emperor, listen to me,

Guide my heart into the astray,

Wear what he wears,

Punish rebellion, and there will be no return. ”

"Holy Planting Emperor, purging evil demons,

The soul roars, and the ghost does not fall. ”

He had just finished his prayer when he noticed a female soldier walking up to the top of the outpost and speaking to him.

"Loyalty, good quality, my lord."

Alan Baier doesn't care. "What are you here for, ma'am?"

She replied, "I'm here on duty, sir." ”

Alan asked. "Where is John, today is his day of work, isn't it?"

The lady replied. "Yes, but I'm asking for a shift change because I heard you're on duty here."

Alan Bair dismissed. "Call that bastard up, he's going to be lazy again, isn't he?"

The female soldier replied. "Nope! My lord, he gathers the soldiers in the watchtower and teaches the recruits how to survive. ”

Alan Baier scoffed. "How to live? Lean on the shoulder, right? ”

Although he was indeed injured, but also experienced the attack of the Greenskins, Alan Baier quickly realized that he was a little mean, after all, there was no one in the command side, and now there was only one platoon in the entire watchtower, empty and loose.

Although Katachan is stationed here, the feeling of insecurity permeates the hearts of all the soldiers, and the platoon that can be sent here is not too bad...

But you can't hope for any good soldiers in the 3rd Regiment, according to Alan Bair's calculations, it will be almost a month before the fourth platoon can be replaced by the second.

It's all crooked melons and cracked dates, but I just picked a few good ones.

He picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance, trying to find some clues of the green skin, so as not to kill more people.

And the lady didn't give up, swept the tip of Alan Bair's nose with the ends of her annoying brown hair, did anyone tell her that she should cut her hair short?

She said. "My lord, is it true that you fought with Katachan?" Her eyes kept looking at the long-bladed knife at Alan Byer's waist, and Ellen Byer immediately covered it.

"Enough, are you a Lytherin? Don't look at other people's stuff like that! ”

The girl shrank her head when she was said.

"Okay, then can you tell me how to survive on the battlefield, after all, I didn't go to class."

Alan Baier thought for a moment. "Quiet, fast, find cover as soon as possible, there are a lot of enemies, you don't need to be too accurate, try to make sure you live long enough, and then listen to the veterans."

"Remember, when the enemy comes, first put the dog tag in his mouth, so as not to blow up his head and don't know whose corpse it is, I have seen this situation many times before, and the follow-up troops who came to clean it had a headache for a long time."

"I heard that those who can't claim it can only be buried casually, and then send a simple obituary to the family, I don't know if those star whisperers can say it clearly, after all, the list is too long."

The girl was speechless, she had never been attacked before, and it was the first time she had been so close to a soldier who had been through war.

She had mixed feelings, because the heroic platoon commander in her head should be greater, not like this.

Until she saw Alan Baier inspect her weapons again and again today, wary of enemies, and help her distinguish between native wildlife, greenskins, forests, and trees.

When the day ended, she quickly saw the true nature of the platoon commander, and to be honest, her dream was shattered, he was a mortal, but he was also a good person.

As she went down to the watchtower, she said something on purpose. "Thank you, platoon commander, you are a good person, and today is the best lesson I have ever learned!" Then leave quickly.

Alan Baier couldn't help but mutter. "What's that?"

Then he said to himself. "Katachan definitely doesn't like this nerd, but I think it's okay."