At the top of the watchtower, this is where Alan Baier only likes and where he frequents, and it is the only place that makes him feel that his fate is in his own hands, at least in his eyes.

It may also be because the lieutenant left here, in short, he is not a person who can't face the past, this kind of spirit is undoubtedly very good in the Astral Army, very good.

As he stared at the fern leaves that had been pierced with flares that day, it was one of the few places in the forest where he could shine.

His eyes were starry as he drank the supplies he had received from the headquarters today, the damn drink that tasted reminiscent of a dollar pack of sugar water in the commissary.

And Alan Baier, whether in his previous life or in the nest, he had never seen the starry sky, and he was fascinated at this moment, even if it was just a little, a little bit of hollowness, or he burned it out by shooting signal flares.

He said to John next to him. "Did you know that stars are not moons or planets, but indescribable stars in the Milky Way, that is, solar systems like Divine Terra are everywhere in the Milky Way?"

"Sometimes I wonder if humans are really that special, like a random alien race born out of the stars."

John lowered his head and looked at the Ministry of War manual, which is distributed by any Imperial Guard in the galaxy, and is updated every Monday, just because the subspace and supply lines are long, and each star sector is an independent manual, putting common sense and things that need to be promoted.

And the content of this issue is to explain what is snow, snow as an object, and what this weather can bring.

To be honest, whether you have seen snow or not, you will find the above content interesting, the reason is very simple, its tone is to take snow seriously, and explain its effect in a serious way, whether it will be harmful, whether it is a threat to people, and whether it can be used in combat.

People who live in a world without snow should be in need, and even those with snow can find it inexplicably funny.

But the planet obviously doesn't have the ability to snow, in other words, the logistics of the Ministry of War are not randomly handing out supplies, and John is not sure...

Maybe one day he'll receive a big, heavy ski suit...

John watched for a long time before answering Alan Bair's question. "What is a snowball casting module? And what you just said, I won't report it to the above, so pay attention next time. ”

Alan Baier scolded. "You unromantic fellow."

They are still arguing with words, the door at the top is opened, and the beautiful brunette girl pokes her head out, of course, she is indeed beautiful, after all, Skady is a "hairy girl", but in another ten years she may become pot-bellied...

Ahem, Alan Baier put his cranky thoughts away, and the young lady came up with dinner.

"Another granola bar with military seasoning nutrient solution?!" Mr. John waved his hand. "Let me die, let me die under the green-skinned gun."

Alan Baier doesn't care, the days when he ate starch blocks in the nest made him completely change the problem of picky eating, not to mention granola bars, he can eat green-skinned corpses.

He took his dinner and ate it, and from time to time he sprinkled a strange-tasting sauce on top of the granola bars to add flavor, and he could eat this for another week.

In contrast, Mr. John's reaction really didn't look like a nest citizen, and Alan Baier asked him with interest. "Brother, what are you doing in the nest, I haven't seen you in the factory?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Mr. John's eyes, and then a flash. "What the hell... My family runs a small stall, selling groceries, handicrafts, and earning some starch lumps to get by. ”

The nest is like this, bartering, the nobles don't care what the bottom is doing at all, natural currency is food.

But Alan Baier didn't feel right, if he was a real resident of the nest, let alone an oatmeal bar, he could eat just the seasoning.

To be honest, his memory is only in the time when he came to this world and worked in the factory.

"A vendor?" He was skeptical until the brown-haired recruit girl next to him had an unspeakable look on her face.

Alan Baier turned his head and said. "What's the matter, corporal, what's the problem?"

The girl glanced at John, who casually circled around her chest.

"No, my lord, no, I'm just having a headache with my private female menstrual period!"

When Alan Bair heard this excuse, he didn't want to continue asking, but Mr. John didn't seem to be normal, and he pointed at John.

"What the hell is going on, how do you feel that each of you knows it, but I don't know?"

John sighed. "Alright, alright, Boss, I say."

"I didn't mean to hide it, but there are too few people in the nest who don't know about it, and I thought at first that you might be the same as that bastard gang platoon leader, and then I quickly realized that you really don't know."

"I don't blame you, after all, I've always been very low-key, and I only recently picked up that identity because of the platoon commander incident, in fact, I'm..."

Before John could finish his words, a beam of light came from the forest, hitting the wall of the watchtower, leaving a dark hole, and Alan Baier suddenly realized that this was... Katachan's warning!

Alan Bair no longer cared who John was, they were all soldiers of the Emperor at the moment.

He walked over to the warning device at the top of the outpost and pressed it, and there was a violent, violent sound in the outpost, and he shouted in front of that device.

"There is an attack, the enemy is not clear, the Katachan 72 regiment has reported to me, and now the whole is in a state of battle!"

After a while, the people walked out of the outpost and crowded into the trenches, the number of about 60 people was not stacked in the trenches, Kailan he had already loaded the heavy bombs, Alan Baier picked up the binoculars, the range of the hell gun allowed him to shoot the enemy at the top of the watchtower, so he did not go down, here he can also judge the situation, to effectively choose whether to send a flare or not.

He looked into the forest in the distance, the battlefield was surprisingly quiet, there was no annoying waaagh, no green-skinned rumbling mechs, only the faint light in the distant forest and the muffled sound from time to time.

There is no doubt that the 72nd Regiment of Katachan is fighting the orcs, and he can't help.