Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 30 John's Identity

At the top of the sentry tower, this is the only place Alan Bayer likes, and it is also the place he often comes to. Only here will make him feel that his destiny is in his own hands, at least in his eyes.

It may also be because the lieutenant left here. In short, he is not a person who cannot face the past. This kind of spirit is undoubtedly very good in the Star Militia, very good.

When he stared at the fern leaves pierced by the flare that day, this was one of the few places in the forest where light could shine.

His eyes looked at the starry sky, and he drank the supplies approved from the headquarters today, that damn drink that tasted like the one-yuan-a-bag sugar water in the canteen.

As for Alan Bayer, he had never seen the starry sky in his previous life or in the Hive City, so he was fascinated by seeing it at this moment, even if it was just a little bit, a little bit of emptiness, it was still burned out by his own signal flares.

He spoke to John next to him. "Did you know that stars are not satellites or planets, but inexplicable stars in the Milky Way, that is to say, solar systems like Holy Terra are everywhere in the Milky Way."

"Sometimes I wonder if human beings are really that special, just like a random alien race born out of a sky full of stars."

John lowered his head and looked at the manual of the Ministry of Military Affairs, which is issued by any Imperial Guard in the galaxy, and it is updated on a Monday, just because of the long subspace and supply lines, each sector is independently produced manuals, combining common sense and needs Propaganda is placed on top.

And the content of this issue is to explain what is snow, the object of snow, and what this weather can bring.

To be honest, people who have seen Xue or have never seen it will find the above content interesting. The reason is very simple. Its tone is to be serious about Xue, explaining its effects in a serious manner, whether it will be harmful, and harmful to people. No threat, can it be used in combat.

People who live in a world without snow should need it very much, and those who have snow will find it inexplicably funny.

But this planet obviously does not have the ability to snow. In other words, whether the logistics of the Ministry of Military Affairs is randomly issuing supplies, John is not sure...

Maybe one day he will receive a heavy and big ski suit...

John watched for a long time before answering Alan Baier's question. "What is the Snowball Casting Module? I won't report your statement just now, so pay attention next time."

Alan Baier cursed. "You unromantic fellow."

They are still arguing, the door at the top is opened, and the beautiful brunette girl pokes her head out, of course, she is beautiful, after all, Skadi is a "hair girl", but in ten years she may become a potbellied …

Cough, Alan Baier got rid of his cranky thoughts, and the young lady came up with dinner.

"Oatmeal bar with military flavored nutrient solution again?!" Mr. John waved his hand. "Let me die, let me die under the green leather gun."

It didn't matter to Alan Baier, the days when he ate starch cubes in the hive capital made him completely get rid of the problem of picky eaters, not to mention granola bars, he could eat green skin corpses.

He took away dinner and slurped it up, sprinkling strange sauces on top of granola bars for flavor now and then, and he could eat this for another week.

In contrast, Mr. John's reaction really didn't look like a hive citizen, and Alan Baier also asked him with great interest. "Brother, what do your family do in the nest, I haven't seen you in the factory?"

There was a trace of hesitation in Mr. John's eyes, and then it disappeared in a flash. "What are you doing... My family runs a small stall, selling groceries, handicrafts, and earning some starch for a living."

The hive capital is like this, bartering things, the nobles don't care what the bottom is doing at all, the natural currency is food.

But Alan Bayer felt wrong. If he was a real Hive City resident, let alone granola bars, he could eat just seasonings.

To be honest, his memory only stays in the time when he came to this world and worked in the factory.

"Small vendor?" He was dubious, until the brown-haired recruit girl next to me showed an expression that I couldn't hide.

Alan Baier turned his head and said. "What's the matter, Corporal, what's the problem?"

The girl glanced at John, and John drew circles on his chest as if nothing had happened.

"No, my lord, no, I'm just having a headache about my private period!"

Alan Bayer heard this excuse, so he couldn't continue to ask, but Mr. John seemed abnormal, so he pointed at John.

"What's going on, why do you feel that everyone of you knows it, but I don't?"

John sighed. "All right, all right, boss, let me say."

"I didn't deliberately hide it from you, but there are too few people in the hive city who don't know about it. At first, I thought you might not recognize it like that bastard gangster platoon leader, and then I quickly realized that you were the real one." I don't know."

"I don't blame you, after all, I have always been very low-key. I only recently regained that identity because of the platoon leader incident. In fact, I am..."

Before John finished speaking, a beam of light pierced through the forest at this moment, hitting the wall of the sentry tower, leaving a dark pothole, Alan Baier suddenly realized that this was... a warning from Catachan!
Alan Bayer no longer cared who that John was, they were all soldiers of the Emperor at the moment.

He walked to the warning device on the top of the outpost, pressed it, and there was a violent, violent sound in the outpost, and he shouted in front of the device.

"There is an attack, and the enemy is unclear. The Catachan 72nd Regiment has reported to me. Now everyone is fighting!"

After a while, people walked out of the outpost and squeezed into the trenches. The number of about 60 people could not be stacked in the trenches. Kailan had already loaded the heavy bomber, and Alan Baier picked up the binoculars. Shoot the enemy, so he didn't go down. Here he can also judge the situation to effectively choose whether to send the signal flare.

He looked at the forest in the distance, the battlefield was surprisingly quiet, there was no annoying waaagh, and there were no rumbling green-skinned mechs, only the faint light in the distant forest and the muffled sound from time to time.

There was no doubt that Catachan's 72nd was battling the orcs, and he couldn't help.

　I also want to update on a Monday (to apply for the Propaganda Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)