By the great contribution of PDF Officer Kenny, to the seat of his honor, the Imperial Hive World, where he once served, and the Imperial Spaceport Engilli Spaceport with countless heavy doors linking the Hive Capital area, the ancient creation has a new name, Kane Roman, the local low Gothic dialect, which means, the brave and devoted.

Now that his lieutenant is the master of the place, there are new soldiers in the new order compared to his former rule, and unlike the people who once stormed into hell and struggled to survive, seven recruit eggs were carried by transport carts to this border land.

The old promethium car smelled unpleasant, the engine shook and in this cramped place, the recruit Nordenord was feeling the feeling of his thighs not being able to move, while the shaking of the engine made him drowsy, and the disturbing sound of his comrades swallowing energy bars.

He was an ordinary child of a middle-nest worker, and now he joined the Third Army and was assigned to the Frontier Regiment, which he believed was an honorable duty, and that those who had recently joined the Frontier Regiment could earn 300 more credits per month than others, and he knew that the money was not for nothing.

Something is threatening the nest, but it has nothing to do with him, three hundred credits is enough for a mid-nest worker to work for two months!

He would not let it go, and at this point he filled out the form, but his low Gothic was so bad that his name was changed to Nohan Nord, and he could only pray to the emperor that this would not affect the payment of his pension.

Even so, he believed in himself, he never overspends, he does not like to gamble, and after 25 years of regular service, he can buy a narrow apartment in the upper nest, and then open his own bakery, providing him with a work of sufficient dignity and satisfaction for the lover he agreed in his hometown.

But now, he stuck the dog tag in his clothes, felt the cold of the metal pieces and the ill-fitting PDF uniform, and endured the squeezing of his comrades and the pungent smell of inferior energy bars.

Then, the car stopped, and people were like canned sardines, and hundreds of companies of supplementary recruits carrying hundreds of combat teams had been brought here after months of training, except that he noticed that his outfit was different from the others, a degree browner than the others, but he didn't think much of it.

Because they only came here because after the Imperial War Lord seized this area, although the living conditions of the people have improved, most of them still can't afford to pay the money they need to live, and they can join the battlefield as a pdf, and they can receive three throne coins, a huge sum of three thousand credits, and they can receive three hundred points a month for future service, and six hundred for border guards.

At this point, he can send home the money, and at the same time, he can save a bite of food for his family, a little less water tax, and no waste because of him.

And he was suddenly pulled out of those memories, and he was standing in the middle of the line, his sergeant in charge was looking at him, sternly, he could see the little stubble on the old soldier's chin, and the dark scar on his neck.

He shouted. "I'm not standing here to pay the dead! You're in a daze, recruit, if on the battlefield, you're already dead! ”

Nord couldn't help muttering in his heart, included, this is not a battlefield, or he is not so careless, but that sentence, he will not send money to the dead did hit this young man's heart, yes, money, nothing more than this, he naturally can't die, absolutely not, there are relatives at home, and there will be life in the future, nothing is more important than those three noble gold coins, he subconsciously straightened his body and shouted.

"Yes, sir!" His reaction was greater, and his voice was louder, not just his voice, but also fierce, deep, terrifying.

The voice startled the veteran, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself, and Nord heard an unfamiliar word, but he soon laughed. "I see you're still in good spirits, then."

"Go over there and get the engineering package, the whole wing will go, get the things to the area planned by the engineering captain to excavate, use drills, baskets, shovels, everything you can imagine!"

"Ready, forward, trot!

He was like a shepherd who expelled his own herding animals, and the whole wing of hundreds of men was under his command, and at this moment Nord also knew his job for the first time, he was the logistics staff of the engineering troops, and he was responsible for reinforcing those foundations and trenches, making larger, stronger places out of gravel and concrete.

But at the same time, he also heard the old sergeant say words like volcano cannon, he was right next to him just now, Nord believed that his ears were good, if the loud sound just now had something to do with the so-called volcano cannon, the war that was going on in the void might be heating up?

He didn't know, because he only knew how to dig now, and it could even be said that he was digging, burying, and transporting all day long, and the whole person almost lost his soul, turning into a more numb existence than the workers on the assembly line, but he still tended to be a good thing that he was not a combat team, but he also envied those fighters.

No man would find it unromantic to be on the front line with a machine gun, a trench coat, and a large army boot to live in peace and security, especially since this poor lad was lucky to see a logging gun for the first time.

Because he was working right next to the pit of the logging gun, he even snuck around the big guy a few times before being reprimanded by the sergeant of the logistics team, though he still felt it was worth it.

And when the day's work was over, and he could barely lift his arms, making him think he was broken there, he could see the abundance of food in the fortress's cafeteria, and fresh food that he had never seen in his life, albeit a few jars of ready-to-eat canned beans, and a mixed boil of canned Glomon, in unlimited quantities, with three or four damn starch blocks.

Even so, it was a rare food in the nest, and compared to the rotten meat full of engine oil dug from the miner's mechanical cattle ants, this delicacy made him forget to return for many years, and when he thought he could no longer lift his arm, his body told him again that he could, and sent food into his oiled body again and again.

The radio emphasized again and again that the food was a gift from the war lord Alan Baier, and it was all a gift from the noble governor, but he didn't have time to care, when he was full of food, he had no strength to wash, returned to his dormitory, and stuck to the hard bunk bed, and his comrades-in-arms who did not say a word began to chat at this moment.

"I don't like Lord Alan Bair, it's he who brought the war." The brother on the top bunk suddenly spoke, and the warriors below Nord immediately retorted.

"It's better than Bandertar, look, we have real meat for dinner, and it's unlimited, our family only needs one person to join the army, and we can have no worries about food and clothing, my sister can go to the Anglican community school, my mother can no longer sew clothes, my father can get off work in advance and the foreman, he only needs to work 10 hours now!"

"Look, look, there's another dog." Since the upper bunk is not reluctant. "Bandertar didn't bring war, but now the Red Pirates are going to tear us all apart, and the whole space station is shaking all this time, and I saw the view through the window, like the end of the world......" his words were filled with fear.

"If we all die, there's no point in making money and serving, I just can't resist family pressure and become a victim."

At this moment, the one in the lower bunk suddenly retorted. "But to be squeezed by Bandertar is also death! Damn it! The emperor is above, if you want me to choose, I am willing to die for the lord who is better for us! ”

Nord listened to the emotion, he also wanted to be generous and indignant, but the next second came the voice of their allied sergeant at the door. "Turn off the lights!"

This sentence interrupted all the enthusiasm, interrupted any youthful feelings, and reminded them that they were still in the reality of being dominated by others, and that they still had a long military career of 25 years.

When the next day, they came to the same place where they had dug yesterday, where heavy machinery was digging roads, and the solid adamantite ground was reduced to shards, while they had to deal with the unevenness, transport large quantities of scrap, add concrete and build shooting pads.

The soreness on his arms has not faded, but at least there are many peers and enough space compared to factory work, the food is delicious and delicious, and the dignity is not bad, although there are officers' fingers, but life is not bad.

When the trenches were more than halfway dug, he looked back at the things he had made, to be precise, by his wing, those long, square, sturdy and beautiful trenches, at least his job was no longer a goddamn factory life with no end in sight.

It was only suddenly, his head was pressed down by the sergeant of the construction team, his cheek was completely cut by the hard shards of adamantite gold, blood flowed out of his skin, and the rough and powerful arm kept pressing against him, and then he heard the sound of gunfire.

He lost his soul, and the sergeant's words came to his ears. "It's an attack, damn it." This soldier, who had been serving for some time, but was still young, could not distinguish the enemies, and could only loosen the heads of the recruits.

Nord covered his face tremblingly, he couldn't understand what was happening, only the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

He seemed to lose his soul for a moment, until he saw the logging gun in the trench in front of him, and he subconsciously crawled over, as if to grasp everything, the feats, the achievements, the victory, but before he could grab the weapon, a projectile fired, hit the logging gun shell, and the machine gun fell in response, fell in front of him, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

At this point he was a little broken, he picked up the sapper shovel at his waist and tried to kill something, but the sheer force pulled him backwards, he fanged his teeth and claws, delirious, adrenaline made his arms tremble, and the constant roar of guns made his soul almost fester.

Recklessness, timidity, fear, mixed emotions converged, and when he woke up again, he was in the only safe place on the battlefield at the moment, leaning against the recessed wall behind him, and was rubbed with disinfectant by the veterans.

He was extremely lucky, he didn't realize it yet, when he looked at his engineering sergeant, subconsciously asked. "Where's my teammates?"

The veteran replied. "Boy, listen up, the emperor is above, he protected you, but everyone else, all dead, all dead, this is a surprise attack, the kind of ...... that came suddenly"

"Yes...... Who is it?" He was a little angry, more helpless, powerless, he felt pain all over his body, watching the other people on the wall keep shooting.

The sergeant replied. "I don't know! Looks like a gang! But it's different, those things don't be afraid of death, the shots come accurately, damn it, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't care about engineers like us at all, if it weren't for our brown uniforms, we would have died! ”

"Damn, damn it......" Nord couldn't help crying, he didn't know, he didn't know, what he was doing, why he was fighting, what was going on here, only constant shooting, fire, pain and torture.

"Emperor, Emperor? What do you want me to do...... Why are they all dead?" He picked up his sapper shovel and waved it weakly in the wounded barracks, insisting that they had any feelings, it was better to say that the kind of people who were still sleeping, bathing, and eating together yesterday died today, and the feeling that he was instantly crushed on the battlefield just now.

What he is fighting is not air, but his powerless self, what holds a gun, what shoots to kill the enemy, what earns military merits, when the enemy comes, it is all something that disappears in an instant.

And the sergeant pressed his arm and said. "We'll have to keep back, the next line of defense needs to be reinforced, put on the armoured handlebars."

"Next? The next one is an urban area! Nord said incredulously.

The sergeant replied. "Yes! That's right! You can't hold it here! We have to retreat to the city area, build fortresses, fortresses, tunnels, and slow down the enemy! ”

"But what about the civilians?" Nord asked.

The sergeant replied. "We are not heroes, we are soldiers, obey orders, make a line of defense, and then, live, child."

Nord was silent, yes, he was never a hero, there are countless here, large and small, hundreds of pdfs, they are extremely powerless in the face of war, whether it is the natural disaster fire in the void, or the rebellion of the lower nest within the nest capital.

All he could do was dig more rocks, dig more trenches, build more forts, and then try to survive the rest of the ...... 25 years of ...... Long ...... Long enough for him to suffocate, military career!

He smiled bitterly, and dragged his tired body onto the empty truck, where there were no more high-spirited comrades, and there was no so-called large cans full of people, only the cold, and he and the sergeant, and a few wounded soldiers, looked at each other.

Now only the cold wind blowing in front of the car told him again and again, you are alive, you need to live in the future, you will still live in the future, for the emperor, for the empire, for the war lord, for the brothers and sisters, and how to live, how to live, no one told him, because no one here can have time to protect him, and such days, there are still 25 years.

(End of chapter)