People spend far more effort running away from fear than they do trying to get what they want.

—————— Dan Brown

The hot wind and the dust of the wilderness will always accompany the Imperial Guard's clean-up operations, but those orcs seem to have no command, but they are very capable of escaping, they have pre-planned escape routes, and they also have additional ejectors or turbochargers and other modifications, but Alan Baier is not sure what kind of material burns those orcs to run extremely fast, maybe it is excrement, those guys do everything.

After all, the smell was almost unsmellable, and the strange black fog could have the effect of covering the vision of the vehicles behind, and looking at the rumbling garbage truck in front of him, Alan Baier was a little irritated.

"Give it to me, I'll shoot." The Salamander Commander Tank is an Imperial War Engine equipped with a Storm Blaster and a Promethium Flame Thrower, and the main purpose is not anti-armor, but reconnaissance and clearance of infantry, but Alan Bair is not an ordinary person, he holds his breath, and the Storm Bomb is held down by his superhuman arm strength and fires.

If you want to evaluate that feeling, it is stable, even if it is erected on the car, few people can hold down the shot, and the barrel is red, you know, this thing is a heavy explosive bomb!

Bang bang "The head of the troupe is performing stunts again." The driver looked at the narrow field of vision of the vehicle, and the heavy bombs fell like raindrops, and the dust kicked up was nothing, and he said casually.

And the gunner, who had rested, rubbed his biceps, and he looked at the strong but not exaggerated arm of the regimental commander, and it was difficult to understand how he did it.

The staff officer fiddled with the communicator's button, and then suddenly spoke. "Almost."

When his words fell, the fierce gunfire stopped, the driver suddenly made a sharp turn, and the orc engine also broke down due to various problems such as bursting tires, smoking, weak armor spots, and the death of the fart, and suddenly stopped, allowing the driver to dodge again and again.

But looking at the driver's proficiency, this doesn't seem to be the first time, Alan Baier took off the goggles he was wearing at this moment and yawned. "How many are you doing today? Staff officer. ”

The staff officer replied. "Seventh, the orcs around here have basically been killed." The staff officer stepped out of the car, wearing a scarf on his head, and fired at the orc's parked car, shot after shot, whether there were injuries or not, whether they could move or not, whether they surrendered or not, even if it was a corpse, and let those who pretended to be dead scream.

That's what the Emperor's bomb does, and with just one shot, it can drill through the skin and muscles of the orcs, hit their core, and then burst open, and the orcs hit by the staff officer will die ugly.

Finally the crew turned around, and the promethium flamethrower was pointed at the orc vehicle, and because it was lunchtime, the men took out the cans and watched as they ate, the flames sprayed, and there were a few living orcs or dying ones, hiding in the vehicle, letting out those wailing screams and the smell of burning and carbonized muscles.

It's more than a villain, that's probably what it feels like, but the empire is not a good thing in the first place, and for human beings, they have done their best to survive, they can only do this, they can only do so.

What is right and wrong and morality, in this cruel universe, there is nothing to judge, Alan Bair thought so, put the can he had just opened on the pipe of the flamethrower to heat, the orc wanted to burn through for a while, according to his experience, enough to make this delicious can oil.

Others choose to put the cans on the lid of the car, because there are no living creatures in this world, and there are no so-called vultures or anything.

The staff officer looked around with a telescope, and then waited for his lunch to be heated by the energy of nature, and the star also served its "master" conscientiously, at least Alan Baier thought so, a little Ah Q spirit, obviously for this universe, they are nothing.

Alan Bail picked up the oily can of meat, chewed it lightly on the starch block, and stared at the bird, and he had just noticed that the orcs seemed to be deliberately avoiding the spot near the West End, and he suspected that it might be approaching the enemy camp.

During this time, the traitor Space Marines have carried out several relocation and guerrilla warfare to maintain mobility and concealment, which has also made Alan Baier unable to find their base, and at this moment it has been almost two days since such a large-scale encirclement and suppression, and the entire wilderness has been explored by the Imperial Guard, and the location of the enemy is gradually becoming clear.

Alan Baier felt that it was about the same. "After eating, we will explore the West." He said this, stirring up the soft meat, if he could solve all the problems today and tomorrow, then he could start planning how to retake the Pangia sub-sector.

Although he is not in the navy, there is no doubt that the land forces will be one of the cores of the war.

Reclaiming a planet for the Emperor would make humanity feel a little better in this universe, so he wouldn't hesitate in this matter.

When the last piece of starch was stained with gravy, he shouted. "Activate, target the West, carpet search, staff officer, contact the rest of our reconnaissance company."

"Almost, start the engines, sing the hymns, follow the Imperial Infantry Prayer Guide, be in the best shape, and then, get closer to that side."

As Alan Bair's order ended, the Imperial Guard soldiers began to prepare in an orderly manner, prayers and the roar of engines slowly encircling the cramped hull space.

"Slow down, hide forward, and move slowly with craters and protrusions." Alan Baier leaned out of the car, took the binoculars and began to reconnoiter the situation, and the bird chart on the car was also exploring the situation here all the time.

It's quiet, it's quiet, it's like an ordinary, empty hot wilderness.

The car moved forward for about two hours, almost near the fallen area of the Mecha City, so far away that it exceeded the area where orcs often appeared, and this was not the place where the battleship landed, even the staff officer who trusted Alan Bail the most. "Are there really enemies of the Empire here?"

It was no wonder that he was suspicious of such a thing, after all, there really couldn't be anything hidden in this endless wilderness, and Alan Baier was still engrossed in looking at the map here.

"No, no, the orcs are definitely in this direction..."

Alan Baier was convinced of the methods he had learned from a certain Imperial Guard colonel, he hadn't been deflated in this area anyway, as long as the number of enemies was large enough and the data brought in was enough, he could analyze it one day, but at the moment it seemed that he was indeed wrong...

Is it that there are too few enemies? The orcs killed by the Imperial Guard in the past two days can feed a single nest for a long time, which is a lot, but how can this wilderness still be so quiet, even a little cautious.

His instincts felt that something was wrong here, but after the car had walked around this place three or four times, he had no choice but to give up, although there were spiritualistic things in this world, but he couldn't follow his instincts for everything.

However, both the intuition and physical location speculation here met the requirements, and there was no enemy in sight, which still made Alan Baier a little concerned.

"Leave one of the servo skulls and bury him in the sand and wait."

The staff officer said. "It's going to burn out, and the sand tends to sink into its neurons, and running a tiny anti-gravity engine for a long time is a lot of a burden."

Alan Bair replied. "Bury it, cut it off three hours after we leave, and during this time we build a command camp nearby to monitor the skull footage, and of course, cut it off if the temperature is too high."

The staff officer said suspiciously. "The cost is not too high, a set of related equipment and a servo skull, and it may be lost."

The skulls are the legacy of loyalists, the intricate machinery and endless injections that allow donors to serve the Empire even after death, and in some ways, Alan Bair's plan is to trade the risk of a loyalist's death for an ethereal clue.

And any resource is also a treasure cherished for the empire, it is the emperor's currency, even an officer cannot squander it, this time, the staff officer hindered in front of Alan Baier, said. "No, Captain."

Alan Baier looked at the seemingly empty wilderness in the distance, and he looked at the drawing in his hand with three arcs drawn, did he trust his own plan or the judgment of his staff?

He didn't quite know that the Chief of Staff of the Imperial Guard in front of him had followed him through so many places, defeated many enemies, and defeated countless Imperial nightmares, although he often paralyzed himself, and even made Alan Baier forget that the staff officer was a post that existed for the Empire.

"I see, this time the plan I..."

"I won't give up, I have to believe in my inspiration, believe in my choice, if I don't do it, things will get worse, staff officer, give me the communicator!" His eyes were firm, his tone did not drift, and the staff officer replied.

"No... I'll come, if there's nothing really weird about this, and if you don't find heretics or aliens, I'll keep a record of the plan as it is, and hand it over to the War Department headquarters in Terra after the war. The staff officer replied.

Alan Baier was a little unhappy, he has been emphasizing that he must have clean hands and feet if he wants to spend his old age in peace, but the closest person is like this, but the staff officer still did not quit, which shows that he believes in Alan Baier's judgment.

The staff officer took out his servo skull and said. "It's BT-34721, my former comrade-in-arms, use it."

Alan Baier looked at this severely modified suspended bone, the Empire's Heavenly Eye, but he could feel the heaviness in it, but he quickly came back to his senses, he trusted his own judgment, no matter when and where... Or rather, he had to believe.

The staff officer manipulated the skull to bury it in the heat and gravel, and did it as stealthily as possible, even if it looked silly from the outside, like a war with the air.

The Imperial Guard vehicles slowly drove away, and not far away, about a few hundred meters away, they began to set up improvised command points in improvised fully enclosed tents that were so hot that they were dehydrating to connect to the skull's displays.

It took two hours to set up the camp, and only one hour was left to monitor, and no one knew if there would be any changes in that time, but Alan Bair didn't want the loyalist's skull to be broken by him.

The engineering team is constantly adjusting those pictures and transistors or something, this is just an ordinary holographic projection equipment often used in the command room, and it is just an ordinary, and the estimate of the target size, length, and depth of the LCD screen, or even the kind of black and white, even if it is simple, but it is better than portability.

And here covered by a heavy all-terrain sealed tent, the indoor temperature reached about 34, which is probably distillation, which is faster than the outside where just water molecules will not dissipate, but the stuffiness makes people more prone to heat stroke, even if it is a communicator, it has to be changed every ten minutes, or even five minutes.

But Alan Baier and the staff officer let the sweat bead down his forehead as if nothing happened, just staring at the picture on the display screen that was not glamorous and covered with sand at the edges, as if the skull was his head.

The water was poured down one by one, barely relieving the consumption, and in just one hour, Alan Baier was unwilling to give up any chance, not to mention that the skull was also enduring the terrible temperature.

And as time passed, the heat resistance of the skull began to deteriorate, and the temperature outside may have been about 40-50, enough to melt the core of a small electronic device that was running, not to mention that it was still buried in the scorching sand that had been baked for a day.

"Commander, it's almost, there's no time."

Alan Baier looked at the screen urgently, still not saying a word, he wanted to delay like this for a long time, because he didn't want to return in vain, but the staff officer had reached the limit. "Let my companion come back, it's okay, Commander, I order you in the name of the Senior Chief of Staff."

Alan Beyer replied. "Ten minutes, ten more minutes... It can't be wrong, it's just that the orcs are still on guard..."

The staff officer replied. "Don't say such crazy things, the temperature that the skull is enduring is beyond the patience of a mortal fetus like yours for a few minutes, like a blazing flame!"

"Don't let the Emperor's clean heirs be yours—" he sluggished, and then uttered the words. Stupid pays! ”

Alan Bair's face was completely bad. "Stupid... Oh, yes... I'm a little paranoid, let the skull come back..."

"Let it get out of the sand..."He gave up, he got his luck, he lost his life, he couldn't force anything, and nothing would really be smooth sailing... What can't be found is just can't be found.

The staff officer held up his control emblem at this moment, and the controller with the brown paper and the small electronic seal of the empire could be ordered to beckon the skull back.

At this moment, the video screen also began to stagger, but at this moment, I don't know if it was an illusion or a real thing, in the sand dunes in the distance in front of the skull, an orc vehicle slowly climbed out of it.

Alan Baier shouted in surprise. "Found it!"

The staff officer immediately stopped summoning and looked at the cover and concealment made by the heretics that had been lifted in the picture.

"God Emperor...", he couldn't help but sigh, because that kind of thing he really couldn't believe unless he saw it, countless orcs were making many terrible war engines out of steel in a hollowed-out hill, orc cans, and those were nothing, the real horror was a terrifying metal wurm with a pitch-black, armored body, and a monster crawling dozens of meters tall in it.

Alan Bair said immediately. "Found it, this is the same thing that made the whole area unable to start the machine that day!"

(End of chapter)