One-Eye didn't take all the explosives with him, and there were plenty of handy and terrifying explosives in the follow-up supply, so the reliability of the bombs is hard to ignore when you need to outnumber the enemy.

When two soldiers from the fourth platoon used their favorite sapper shovels to cut through the wall of Outpost No. 3, they should have obeyed, but they couldn't help but discuss.

"What does Ensign Alan Baier want to do, such a good bomb actually wants us to bury it under his feet." Helmet-clad soldiers excavate the moist soil with all their might, then bury the explosives under the concrete.

The soldier next to him muttered. "At the outpost I once served, there was a veteran who I used to knock out a lot of interesting tactics with alcohol, and I heard him say that there was a time when the Empire had a popular tactic of exploding outposts or bombing bunkers."

"Tactical retreat, then the enemy will look for cover, get closer, detonate the outpost at this moment, and kill a large number of enemies."

The soldier who planted the bomb was late. "How is that possible... Are we going to retreat? And then hand over the outpost to those disgusting aliens? O God Emperor..."

"I can't accept it..."

The fairly well-informed guy shouted. "Alas, work quickly, don't think about so many things that you don't have."

In fact, the soldiers of the fourth platoon already have a feeling for the outpost, which provides them with shelter from the wind and rain, from the attacks of primitive creatures, rest, and defense against enemy attacks.

No way, they are on a different planet at the moment, in a place full of strange plants, plastic, concrete, steel and starch blocks are the world that people know in the nest.

Many of the soldiers at the outpost had made this small place their home, hanging the emblem of the Emperor in the halls, placing their little things in their bedrooms, patrolling the surroundings, and eating anywhere.

They can accept other Imperial Guards stationed here in their place, but they can't accept disgusting aliens tarnishing their "homeland".

Chaodu people are so awkward, and they have feelings of admiration for their own, small, and foul-smelling homes.

Now, the soldiers have to plant bombs under what they like, but the trust in their commanders makes them have to do it.

Alan Baier was lying in the trench at the moment, as if he could hear the ticking, death beating sound from the concrete foundation, like an alarm clock, reminding him that he was not safe.

He was lucky, he was favored, his life was picked up by others under the cover of others and by miracles, but his own soldiers were not.

At worst, he will retreat, he will retreat in the face of Greenskins' definite expansion of military power, and the Empire will not allow soldiers to escape, so he will order a retreat and use the outpost as a final gift to the Greenskins.

And the above interrogation, he will bear it all, and this kind of behavior will not really save a few soldiers, but just make it possible for one or two to survive, because the war will not end because of retreat, they are still the emperor's currency.

Alan Baier stroked the craters in the trenches, smelling the foul smell of green-skinned gunpowder on them, and his thoughts flew far away.

Until one sentence. "Your electromagnetic waves are fluctuating, organism."

Broke his thinking.

Alan Baier looked sideways, and it was beautiful blonde hair fluttering in the warm tropical forest monsoon, and long, loose Robes of the Mechanic dragged on the trench floor.

"Why are you here, this is not the place where the logistics staff come, and what's the matter with your tone?"

The mechanical priest girl he didn't know the name of the priest smiled beautifully with her unreformed head, which made Alan Baier muttered inwardly that her transformation was really a tyrannical thing.

"It's nothing, second lieutenant, I'm just learning to speak from my mentor, and I may one day be as successful as he is, and have a lot of knowledge."

"Now my humanity is just a byproduct of the disordered currents produced by the stupid flesh and blood nerve unit, but I still suffer from it."

"And I can feel that your neurons are active in thinking, and, pain, is that the word? Is my description okay? ”

She sat in the trench with her "tail", her small eyes looking at the huge dark forest, and as long as she didn't want to make an expression, Alan Baier would never be able to read this guy.

Alan Baier sighed. "I am looking for death, and I hope that my death can give hope to more people, whether it is a comrade-in-arms or a commoner, or the world of the Empire, if my death can be exchanged for peace here, and the green skin dissipates here, I can report to the throne and pay a worthy salute to the Lord of Mankind."

"But I'm still afraid, because I'm mortal, I'm still afraid, because I'm mortal, I'm still going to fail, because I'm mortal."

"I am not a great sage of the Mechanics nor an Astarte monk, and after I realized that my life had come into this world, all that awaited me was daily work, rules, wages, eating, living, and excretion."

"Only my relatives are eager for my responsibility to have children, the expectation of my status to soar, and only the school is instilled with the so-called concept that social status depends on whether you can be a good gear."

"I haven't really lived for myself, just like now, but I feel like I'm under the eyes of the God Emperor, and I feel much more fulfilled than before."

"But I'm still not perfect, because I'm mortal."

The mechanical girl tilted her head. "I am also mortal, born with defects, blood will curdle, flesh will rot, only steel is in my heart, piston drives my body, knowledge is eternal, and Om Messiah is above."

"I don't have doubts, even if I have to read tens of millions of STCs, I have to maintain hundreds of millions of machine souls."

"If my short life could, I would do it."

"So, I don't understand your lamentation, but please take care of your firearm, it will hurt."

"Please manage your soldiers, they will die."

"Have a good dinner, please, you'll be tired."

Alan Baier pursed his lips, he may not have lived in two lives without a girl who grew up in the Mechanic Sect to be thorough?

Oh... She feared that she had experienced far more worlds and traveled than he did, and that all he had in his life was books, jobs, and loved ones, and now he had nothing.

"Good! I will survive, with my gun, my comrades. ”

Alan Bair plucked up his courage and spoke like a daydream.

"I'm going to see the God-Emperor and your Om-Messiah to the end of my life, and when I leave the material world, his cheeks that have not changed for ten thousand years will carry a smile on my life, a smile of favor for the thousands of human soldiers of the Empire, because I will accomplish feats that no Astarte, not even the Primordials, can do!"

The mechanical godgirl covered her mouth and couldn't help but laugh. “ha… I just want you to live in the moment, not to daydream. ”

Alan Baier blushed. "! Go to your armory and pray! ”

Two people are still "flirting" one-eyed, but there is not necessarily so much "romance", at least the green skin has no love, compared to love or grace or something, there is only one thing in their lives.

“waaaaagh！”

The smell of blood swept through the forest with shouts and battle cries, the roar of battle horns echoed, Alan Baier raised his gun and adjusted his attitude, they were coming...