In the many years since the expedition, the Skadi Infantry Regiment has become a model of what cannot be defeated, and the Sun Lord always knows what qualities his soldiers need, even if it is so cruel to the poor people who have escaped death that it makes people shudder.

It's ironic to step into this gloomy warehouse, a dungeon-like place that has become a safe house for the Imperial Guard.

At the same time, the wounded and dead at this moment reached tens of thousands, and the number of marching troops was even larger, which was almost inevitable.

But if you don't go on a frenzied invasion and occupy a place where you can recuperate, forcing your way into the castle will only cause even greater damage.

Madness and audacity have succeeded in substitution, and as always, as a commander and strategist, the Sun Lord has no mercy for his own soldiers, and in the big picture, he himself is something to be sacrificed for.

This is the case in this universe, death is not necessarily terrible, but if the soul falls into the blood of the gods of chaos, it must be something more crazy than death.

Secondly, this attack also became a screening, and those recruits who had the courage and will, but had no experience and luck, were not suitable to become Skadi infantry.

It must be both, there are no shortcomings, the will is firm, and there will be no hesitation, even if the team has shrunk a lot now, only 50,000 people, but Alan Baier does not feel bad, but the overall military strength has increased.

Fewer infantry representatives of Skady's 4th Battalion were relieved by the overstretched number of staff officers, and more of a reduction in the pressure on command, which, though brutal, was the fastest way to pull those men directly into the battlefield.

Secondly, the recruits distract the veterans from the firepower, allowing the heavily armed and well-equipped Skadi veterans to exert more power with impunity, and at the same time, their dazzling performance and iron-blooded style will be taught to the surviving recruits as a teacher does to a student.

The Sun Lord is teaching those recruits the fastest way to survive as an Imperial Guard in this dark universe, and how to adapt to the craziest and most varied wars.

The sand bags in the warehouse were lifted out, the internal transport gates were held up by the war lines, and the loose structure of the sand could mitigate the firing of most powered weapons, a logic that could still be used after the fortieth millennium.

The more primitive things become, the closer they are to the truth of war, which in essence is to chop and throw stones at each other, only to swell, change, and seem different under the terrible machine called civilization.

It's not complicated, the sandbag resists shots, makes it difficult for the projectile to pass through, is stronger than the human body, and weighs a lot more, that's all.

The enemy had been emptied of the humble camp, and the warehouses were filled with nothing but barbed wire, sandbags, and basic emergency food that could not meet the soldiers' energy intake, and only canned beans, to be precise, produced in the agricultural world, resembling boiled broad beans.

The beans soaked in the miserable white soup looked like swollen corpses, but they tasted only slightly sour and impressively monotonous.

However, on the battlefield, especially on the battlefield behind enemy lines, it is not only a guarantee of energy but also a psychological comfort to provide soldiers with an extra can.

Starch cubes, beans, and a small amount of meat are boiled together and boiled into a paste that tastes okay, which is the secret to maintaining the battle line.

The Sun Lord did not regret attacking this warehouse by himself, it provided a large number of basic materials and good supplies, after all, even if he was really provided with any weapons, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers without training to use their power.

Yes, the Emperor's blessing, it was the Emperor's blessing that they were able to get here so smoothly, the Sun Lord stood on the newly built small watchtower, to be precise, something that was made of wooden planks on the slightly higher surface of the castle, and it was completed in less than a day with sufficient manpower and materials.

Don't doubt the engineering skills of the Imperial Guards who can dig trenches, they have the numbers, experience, and stamina, and they can burst into incredible potential as long as they have enough food and guns.

Cultists are no more terrifying than bull ghosts, snakes, and gods, at least more "gentle" than orcs, dark spirits, titanium and other aliens, at this moment Alan Baier listened to the sound of the gurgling pot behind him, and used the locking system to aim at the traitor who was detecting in the distance.

It was one of his few pleasures, the pleasure of two to be exact, and when the scent of the rice carried the stench of the untouchable, Alan Baier lamented the pain in his nose and fired.

Bang bang

The mortal body was evaporated in an instant, and a terrifying image was displayed where the energy touched, a body that had not yet fallen, maintaining the same appearance as before, the entire head dissipated, and the clothes that fell down from the shoulders evaporated, revealing charred skin.

Even his teammates didn't notice anything wrong, and shook his body, which suddenly stopped moving, only to realize its death and slowly collapsed, so that its chest was still rising and falling slightly.

And some lucky individuals, seeing the death of their teammates in front of them, no longer dared to move forward, and the terrible corpses were almost suffocating, so they could only flee for their lives in embarrassment.

Relic pistols can't do this under normal circumstances, and the mechanical sights without scopes make this Dark Age Relic have a strong firing range and accuracy, but they are not equipped with scopes for convenience.

But the Sun Lord Emperor blesses, he has a cheat, so he has no fear, and even turns this into fun, enjoying the chaotic fear of those traitors, which can both demoralize the enemy and hinder detection.

So Skadi's first sniper, Lytherin Kid, and second sniper, the Sunlord, were locked in this tiny place, and the good news was that Alan Bair could enjoy a delicious stew, and the Leterin Kid would be able to enjoy veteran supplies and eat fresh meat and canned Glo, while the Sunlord would be able to take the good stuff completely from the stock.

A fluffy and juicy stew with a special flavor and a few rare green leaves and bread, the unique body smell of the Lettling Kid makes this dish feel like stinky tofu.

His hairy fingers cut through pieces of flesh, and for the first time he wore gloves to keep them hygienic because they were food for the Sun Lord.

"Boss, you're alright." The Leterin Kid spoke, and though Alan Bair knew that his ugliness was not his problem, and that he had been through many wars and had tasted the worst, he would not care about the smell, but that knee-jerk disgust touched his soul.

Alan Bair forced himself to squeeze the words of thanks out of his teeth, and try to keep them as normal as he could, for he didn't want to breathe at the moment, and he had a bad taste for the thought that if he let the psykers and the untouchables stay together for a day, they would go crazy first.

And the food is indeed remarkable, given that the Lettling Kid is the only chef that Alan Bair can contact for a long time, he has given his half-naked Chinese food concept to the Lettling Kid quite a lot, although the Sun Lord is half-understood, but it is a rare treasure for the nezumi who are groping their way to eating.

In the 40th millennium, when entertainment was gradually fading, the concept of steaming, stir-frying, and the use of fermented sauces gave the nezumi many crazy ideas, but they were limited to the war environment and could not be used.

And at this moment, Alan Baier actually tasted a smell of braised pork from the stew, the fat of the Glomon was originally similar to pork, and now it is paired with long-term boiling and fried sugar, except that there is no crockpot, rice wine, it is already remarkable in taste.

It's just that the taste impact brought by the bread is a bit like eating braised pork with grilled steamed buns, which makes Alan Baier, a former rice lover, a little uncomfortable, but it's hard to imagine that this is a battlefield diet.

"You're such a genius." He was not stingy with his compliments, even the inherently disgusting nature of the untouchable did not prevent Alan Baier from commenting on it, and the Letherin Kid only rubbed his curly hair, and the half-short man stood up only as tall as Alan Baier sat down.

He stretched, devoured the greasy food to refuel, and began to snipe at the enemy with his carbine.

He can even be distracted to speak to Alan Bair. "Boss, where the hell were you born, could it be that you are a nobleman of the legendary Otlama Five Hundred World? Skadi doesn't have much of a food culture. ”

Alan Baier snorted haha. "yes, I just like to read."

"But you've never seen anything other than a strategy report in front of me." The Leterin Kid said this and fired his gun outside, causing the air to be silent and mingled with the roar of guns.

He waited for a while, and then said unrelentingly. "You are not a Skadi, everyone can see it, some people say that you are an angel sent by the emperor, some people say that you are a person who brought subspace energy from ancient times, and some people say that you have experienced a great expedition and witnessed the emperor walking the world."

"Although it is strange for me to ask, I have to admit that the entire expeditionary force, no, the entire empire that knows what you are going through is plagued by this."

"Who are you?" The boy asked like this, his tone was serious, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Alan Baier, because as a soldier, he didn't dare to question his commander, as a person, he couldn't question his friend, but he couldn't be soft-hearted, and this was the opportunity to get an answer.

All he wanted now was for the Sun Lord to spit out a ridiculous enough but hopeful statement to solve the mystery to him and tell him who he was following.

The Imperial Guard are not stupid, and the Imperial people are not stupid, Alan Bair stirred the glo pork belly floating in the reddish-brown oil in his bowl with a spoon, thinking about how to confess.

It was impossible for him to confess in public, but in the private of only his own people, whether the Sun Lord needed to tell the answer to the person he trusted became his hesitation.

The Inquisition and the State Religion are already his own people, and he has also reached the pinnacle of power, no matter how outrageous what he says at this moment, as long as he proves that his heart is for the emperor, things will be big and small, not to mention that in the empire, there are not many people who have traveled through the dark ages to the present, and under the influence of subspace, everything is possible.

He decided to confess, this is not bad, but it can stabilize people's hearts, and secondly, he doesn't know if what he only knows is true, whether it is in line with the truth of this world, because only practice is fundamental, he has not experienced any things in the era of the Great Expedition, but only knows the words made up by people in another era.

Considering that psykers have existed since the time of Guterra, Alan Beyer speculated that a British psyker predicted those things with his own abilities, and more and more boys pondered in the future, gradually constructing the future reality of the universe, but is it accurate, or was the emperor himself involved in this matter?

Who knows, maybe it's a parallel world, maybe it's a subspace, but this aspect will always be so mysterious and fascinating.

So since Alan Baier used his own set of "ancient conjectures" to lead the future heroes forward, then they are entitled to know where this "absurd dream" came from.

"Well, what I'm going to say next may not be recorded in Miss Inquisitor's record, but I'm absolutely telling the truth." Alan Bair said.

"First of all, I do have a bit of a secret, but people in this day and age have secrets, and you know that everyone has a bad past or not a good physical situation." Alan Bair said, suddenly stuck, he had to say.

"Sorry, let me think about the wording, it's hard to describe, first of all..."

"I'm not like this—" He was halfway through his words, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an irritating bright red flower in the distance outside the lookout.

"Red Pirates!" He shouted, and the Leterin Kid suddenly messed up, and said. "You used to be a Red Pirate?!"

"Go to the NM Red Pirates, I said there are Red Pirates coming, 3 o'clock direction, look carefully behind that bunker." Alan Bair emphasized, and after a while, the Leterin Kid also saw the conspicuous loot rack, to be precise, they didn't want to hide themselves, even if they were facing the heroes of the Imperial Guard, they didn't think they would be worse than mortals.

That kind of arrogance is what Alan Bair likes to see, and it's the root reason why the Sun Lord has pressed the Space Marines to the ground again and again, rubbing their mutated old faces against the ground.

Dealing with the empire's formed warbands, the Skadis will have a hard time, but there is no logic and command of the Chaos Space Marines, no matter how strong their physical strength and combat effectiveness are, as long as they are not per capita Chaos Great Demons and Demon Princes, they are only individual soldiers.

Contrary to what people have always been, joining Chaos has not made those guys stronger, but weaker, losing their tactics and command, and they are no longer scary.

The Sun Lord turns on the radio. "All ready, the Space Marines are here, tell the recruits not to step out of cover and not to attack."

"By the way, put the dog tag in your mouth, so as not to be blown up by the bomb, and secondly, those are all hand-carved by yourself, not clear enough, be careful if you can't see the name!"

(End of chapter)