The cooking class did not exist for this dying legion, the tarpaulin was supported in the place where the raindrops fell, and the stew boiled underneath was not dripping raindrops, it was not rich, it was just a soup mixed with canned food and starch, but it was only hot food, water, and the temperature that could bring it could bring an insignificant spirit to those who had lost their souls.

Military eating equipment, a set of forks, spoons, and many complicated and simple cheap products, were cobbled together by the imperial soldiers to eat and eat, and became the only normal tableware on the battlefield today.

But the veterans don't like it, they are more adept at using pots and pans, broken bricks and tiles, from steel helmets to iron sheets on the side of the road, it doesn't matter if it's easy to use or not, a mouthful of hot food in a wet environment provides far more than you can imagine.

There was little smoke from the cooking, and it was more like a war book to the Chaos cultists, who told themselves so openly that now was the time to attack, and the Doom Eagle Warriors who patrolled near the bunker replied to the villains, no.

This tacit understanding allows morale to be restored normally, and the soldiers enjoy the protection of Superman, who will be worshipped, and will also receive the most reliable allies in the world, just as the Master Chief thinks.

And this tacit understanding is based on the command class, the sergeant, the man who changed his brothers' minds, bent over, because the narrow command area was too short for Superman for the sake of concealment.

He said. "It's hard to imagine that someone who maintains such a large battle situation would command from such a narrow place."

"No way, this is a rat's nest, and only Lighterin people will feel comfortable here." For this honored guest, in the midst of the array of damned communications devices that flickered with it, Captain Teske found the kettle and poured the amount of liquefied promethine into the black and brown device, and began to heat it up.

The smell of promethium that people don't like, to be precise, like burnt asphalt or something, this smell permeates the entire command vehicle, but it can't be denied that this kind of heating is smokeless, and at the same time extremely fast.

At the same time, the smell of crushed black tea appeared as the liquid was tumbling, and after a short dripping sound, the captain took the portion, and poured it into a cup made of metal with great ease, and added artificial milk and saccharin, barely guaranteeing that it would not treat anyone badly in taste.

The Space Marines' palate was not sensitive, and they had long since blurred about enjoyment, but the sergeant still expressed his gratitude to the commander, because he knew very well that this cup was very precious to mortals.

Grunting, and still boiling hot, the transformed warrior felt warm for the liquid that had just been churned, artificially sweet, and the milky fragrance was also indifferent, but he still spoke. "Thank you."

Seeing the demigods drink their drinks, the officers here couldn't help but be surprised, after all, it was enough to scald the flesh and skin, and they lost too many commanders because of the successive wars, and even made people forget, they were actually just people with low ranks, and they had never seen a Space Marine, let alone had tea together.

"It's amazing...", the captain commented, but the other side still didn't understand what was going on, the daily food of the Star Marines was very miscellaneous, from the place of origin to many places, but it was a long time, far beyond the time of service and the days after the transformation that many people had forgotten, the food was hot.

Such a small gap reminds them that they are not the same, but now no one brings it up, obviously the Space Marines are not heretics or aliens, but there are always people in the huge empire who can't get used to those supermen, there are always...

The Captain understood that the man in front of him had a scorching flame beating towards the Empire, so he didn't care if he was really a monster or not.

"We won, thank you." He said this thoughtlessly, because he was not an officer, to be precise, he was not an officer above the rank of colonel who should be in charge of a regiment, so he did not understand how to respect and humble the giant in front of him.

He was born in a mine, had three older brothers, and before joining the army, he was hungry and illiterate, and the Imperial Guard changed him a lot, but those "civilian styles" in his bones were still ingrained, and such direct words made the sergeant subconsciously feel as if he was chatting with his brothers on the Baptism, and let his guard loosen.

"This is an order from Master Chief, there is no need to thank you, we are now allies and comrades-in-arms, but I need to apologize to you, my brother has thought about the situation of the war and sit back and enjoy it." His natural answer, even a little reckless, if this incident became the fuse to tear this alliance apart, it would actually be a bit more than worth the loss.

But the warrior is not one of those who plays with intrigues, and he doesn't think about it that much, the captain laughed. "But you're here, and I don't think we will survive long even if we survive this time, for the plague has reached into our internal organs with psionic sorcery, and we are already terminally ill."

The sergeant showed a hint of loneliness. "Yes, our pharmacists can't clean it up, and the priest can only comfort you, we don't have a think tank, and I'm sorry, warriors like you shouldn't die."

The captain replied. "Before, we didn't know the situation, whether it was the information blocked by the heresy, or the protection that we could only live in a corner of the world, but now we understand."

"We're dead, the protection of the National Guard with the Void Shield has finally been broken, the disease is spreading, it's polluted, there are probably still living people in this world, but we're dead." The captain looked at the others here. "We're already ethereal undead, but I don't resent the Space Marines, because Master Chief saved the world, it's just that we can't save ourselves."

The sergeant as a superman couldn't change many situations, he couldn't imagine what such a thing would be like in Skadi and Ghost Peak, he couldn't do comfort, a sense of powerlessness and a hint of sympathy flashed, and finally he spat out a sentence.

"Go to Skadi, where technology is advanced and the Sun Lord is also very charitable, you are not only good at fighting, but..."

"Do you want us to be refugees?!" The usually mild-mannered captain suddenly shouted, this touched the few rebels of the Roander soldiers who were still alive, they were not resigned, and there was the vague dignity that kept them engaged in this battle.

But he also quickly calmed down, it was useless to shout at his comrades, and it was not good to shout at the soldiers who saved them, but the emperor taught them generosity and humility, but he was carried away by emotions.

"I'm sorry, my lord, my words are too heavy, it's just that although I'm a dead leaf, it doesn't mean that I need to leave, my family, the family of my comrades-in-arms, this world is still important, even if she is ruined."

"We don't like it here, I'm sure, but a tree without roots can't survive, and we already do, and if the war ends, even if we don't die, the Loanders will no longer have willpower."

"Finally, now it's last." The Captain put away all his previous optimism, and the heretical, purposeful slaughter left the whole world like sick, with a population drastically reduced, sickness and nightmares abounding.

It could even be said that Loander was dead, and that this unlovable and not great place had been so spoiled that the anger in those people's hearts had blossomed.

If there is no hope, then it will be a tooth for a tooth, it will not solve any problems, but it can penetrate deep into the bone marrow and resolve hatred and resentment.

The sergeant couldn't argue at the moment, he would definitely make that choice if he was in the same position as those loyalists, he looked at the sky outside the car, his thoughts were pulled away. "Yes, yes... Revenge, revenge! He muttered to himself, and saw the dark green meteors streaked across the sky, man-made things, which he could see, and then sudden, violent tremors, tumbling soil, and restless sounds.

A thought crossed his mind, it was the breath of war, and when a voice appeared, the whole camp was also stretched to its limit.

"Enemy attack!"

I don't know whose first words filled the camp, and from the bird's beam, the enemy's artillery relying on the Void Shield was under complete security, which is why the captain kept emphasizing the need to capture this area, and if they couldn't, they would face the enemy's unilateral suppression at this moment.

The Levalus tank was thus activated, stepping through the muddy soil, the tracks stopped next to the ruins of the pillbox, relying on heavy bunkers to replace the work of the pillbox, alerting the enemy's war engines, and the soldiers also laid down their food, and quickly took their places.

At this time, the attack was really insidious and vicious, and the captain arranged for the artillery units to approach, and the huge earth-shaking cannons were filled with high-explosive shells to fire at the enemy infantry units as they left the Void Shield.

The shells kept alternating, and when the enemy's first company ventured out of position, the Space Marine's scouts, the Space Marine's recruits, accurately reported the battle with their young skills and physical fitness beyond human limits.

The shells were activated, and the enemy infantry died in the strong shock of high explosives with minced meat and earth, and the enemy's bombardment, although fierce and terrible, did not dare to leave the shield because of the range, and could only attack from a distance, aimlessly...

And the strange sight was born in the current situation, that is, the artillery units of the Imperial Guard could not attack the enemy, and the enemy's artillery could not touch the core because of the range, so that soon some soldiers calmed down and continued to eat, and watched those dark green gas shells explode and remain indifferent.

Those soldiers are not afraid of death, and they also find that the enemy cannot help themselves, so for now, they just need to hold on to the array, and things are going smoothly, they have no desire to attack, because this matter is being carried out by the space marines.

So the soldiers watched the two sides of the artillery fire roar and alternate in the trenches, and began to wash clothes, eat, and tidy up the trenches, and the enemy shells would eventually stop anyway.

Their command was also dumbfounded by this somewhat ridiculous situation, and the shelling continued into the evening, and the ground in front of the battlefield had been completely bombarded, but the losses were not great, except for a few defensive equipment that was too close to the enemy's shelling range.

It's not that the enemy is stupid, it's that the presence of the Space Marines hinders the scouts' approach, and the miscalculation of the temporary command has caused such losses, they feel that the range of the cannonballs can solve the battle inside the Void Shield, but when the mess ends, except for the negligible mental pressure that can be used as non-existent, the first day of counterattack is useless.

In the bombardment array, the news of the scouts made the commander in charge of the current operation, that is, Ed . Feng. Ka's new lieutenant was not satisfied, he calculated that the enemy had lost his armor by the bombardment, and then the soldier moved forward to retrieve the camp, and he was rewarded by his own commander.

He took the telescope and looked at the craters filled with poison gas in the distance, dense, but without any achievements, this incapable person obviously could not blame himself, he said. "Where is the command of the artillery battalion? Dismissed him from his post and sent to the infantry unit..."

"Yes, sir." The officer next to him replied, and did it, but apparently, such an act caused the dissatisfaction of the soldiers. Feng. Ka and the two powerful wizards are not there, they are serving the gods of chaos for a great cause, Eddard. Feng. The card protects the altar that was discovered by the enemy, and the sorcerer returns to heaven after inflicting great losses, compared to the maggots of today's lieutenants.

Therefore, among the arrogant rune warriors, a middle-aged man, dressed like a Katachan warrior, said softly to the officer who conveyed the order. "Are you going to do it?" Leaning against the dark walls of the camp, he said unhurriedly. "You know that this man is a waste, and the empire is getting closer and closer, and according to your position, this adjutant will be yours to go down to command temporarily."

"The rotation system, those who can work hard, I like this method very much, but we can't join it..."He pretended to be a pity, but took out his portable saber and asked the soldier.

"If you're willing to follow my advice, you can become a commander the next day, and if you get credit, it's not impossible to leave this muddy and filthy battlefield?"

His words were extremely seductive, the officer had been stuck in this position for many years, and he also understood that those rune warriors could not come to the front because of many restrictions, they might have had enough of the usual charges, suicide attacks...

The officer swallowed. "I..."

The rune warrior put his finger to his mouth. "Yes, I know it, your wish will come true tomorrow morning, my friend, and you must fulfill my wish, otherwise..."

The officer continued to sweat coldly, and nodded heavily, and in this dark universe, no one will blindly give, this truth can be said to span the entire history of mankind, and it will not change now, but more than power, those crazy rune people want to do one thing, that is, to use all their resources to take revenge on those who have defeated them, the destruction of the eagle.

(End of chapter)