Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 9 Landing the First Meal

Colonel Haskell was the first person to leave the transport plane, and he disembarked from the transport ship before the hatch was fully lowered.

Mechanisms buzzed from the ship, which had sent countless men to battles across the galaxy.The colonel landed softly, almost noiselessly, on the spaceport.

After that, the recruits who had never seen the world came out like thunder, holding their brand new laser guns and looking around like children without parents.

The colonel was extremely disappointed, the recruits for this period were all messy hive residents, which made his scalp tingle.

But only one platoon was particularly interesting. They came out in an orderly manner among the chaotic crowd, lined up, and waited to be dispatched. The soldiers also looked good and energetic.

The colonel asked the company political commissar. "Whose platoon belongs to?"

The political commissar rolled his eyes and turned around. God knows how he graduated from the Faithful Academy with his soldierly character, but when he saw the familiar soldiers in the company, he didn't think too long about the answer.

"It's the fourth platoon of the third regiment led by Corporal Alan Bayer." Normally, low-level officers like corporals would not be emphasized, but it was clear that the political commissar took care of someone again.

"Oh, that kid who survived a catastrophe, the snake man! Such a talent shouldn't die, but I can't help much, so let's increase his personal supply priority by two ranks."

"His platoon was raised by one rank."

The political commissar nodded again and again. "Colonel wise."

on the other side.

Alan Bair took a deep breath at the moment, how many days had it been since he became 11 tax?

Now that he has come to a world several light years away, this experience seems absurd, at least it seems like fate has played a joke on him.

But the facts are undeniable.

Even within the thick stone walls here there is a damp heat that never existed in Skadi, for Skadi is so far from its star that it seems to be in perpetual winter.

This alien planet is hot and humid, even if you fly through the dense jungle, you can still see countless green shadows spreading in all directions.

The constant smell of damp ground and rotting vegetation was so strong that he felt as if he was being "drunk" into his nose.

Even so, he didn't feel that he was on a planet far away from his home planet, because in his heart, Holy Terra was his home planet, and this place was just Amazon.

Wait, that tree looks like a fern...

Hmm, presumably Jurassic-era parent star...

And now they are standing at the top of a huge pyramid-like city. Even in Garden World, the imperial architecture here maintains the concept of superiority. When the hot rays of the stars hit him with damp, most of the soldiers were restless.

Alan Bayer had to scold with all his strength to keep his subordinates quiet and orderly. He didn't think this matter would help him, but it was good.

Soon they arrived at their new camp, a familiar, ornate place that looked nothing like an Anglican church on their home planet except for the moss-covered walls and the damp.

Alan Baier instantly felt that it was very similar to those churches in Skadi, and it was also very similar to those in countless other imperial worlds.

The focal point of the building's design is the large stained glass window at the end of the long space.

It stretches from the floor to the cavernous roof and depicts the Emperor in golden armor with a halo over his head and a flaming sword in his hand.

Perhaps it was this familiar image that made him feel as if he was still at home, with emperors, great unifiers, in every corner of the empire.

After people entered it, the officer led them to a new room, which was a long space with alcoves and echoes. There were wonderful murals depicting how giants in red armor fought. You asked the priests, and they He will say fiercely that the angels of the empire once saved the world.

Rows of beautifully carved wooden chairs were stacked against the walls, making room for entire Astra Militarum units to spread out their sleeping mats.

Task Force Headquarters and the Skadi [-]rd Infantry Regiment occupied the massive Anglican building shortly after arriving at Gundwar VI.

The priests of the State Church praised the [-]rd Skadi Regiment and blessed them with chanting and incense in the Emperor's name, but their somber faces made it clear that they were not too pleased with the Imperial Guard's commandeering of their church for their residence.

As chief soldiers, they naturally rest in the church room, sitting on their bedding, or packing their things.

Most of the people were cleaning the laser guns with engine oil, and quite a few were looking at the endless forest world from the windows.

The officers began sending out enemy briefings, again emphasizing that the greenskins were a disorderly, stupid, weak race.

And Alan Bayer could hear the officers snickering and chatting unscrupulously in front of him, talking about whether orcs would break the arms of this group of recruits, crying and calling for their mothers.

As we all know, the average lifespan of new Imperial Guard soldiers is just over 15 hours from the moment they arrive on the battlefield.

The mechanical priest girl came from a distance and adjusted the communication equipment and heavy bombs one by one for the platoon-level formation. She may have done it on purpose. In general, she should give priority to adjusting 1-2 platoons. Those people are gangsters or ex-marshals formed team.

In theory they are more important.

But she got to the fourth row ahead of time, and then carefully adjusted the bolt gun for Kailan in the team. She murmured the teachings of the God of Mechanisms in a low voice, and skillfully filled the magazine with the bombs.

Walked over to the signalman again, adjusting his huge backpack with the antenna.

She finally came to Alan Baier who was sitting on the ground, and used her buttocks... that should be the buttocks? Anyway, the strange transformation unit under the body set up a small maza, and then sat on it.

"Are you so leisurely?" Alan Baier asked.

"No, it's just dinner time, and I won't be working since lunchtime," she replied.

"By the way, do you know that the electromagnetic interference in this world has strong interference with communication? There are always 3-4 times a day, there will be electromagnetic interference that lasts for an hour, I heard from the lieutenant colonel."

Alan Baier frowned, sure enough, the world of Warhammer was not normal. "I don't know, thank you for telling me."

They chatted like this until the logistics department brought new food, and soon Alan found that the other troops only had granola bars and dried fruits.

He has canned meat under his command.

He sat on the ground, looking forward to it. After all, he hadn't eaten anything good on board for a week, and soon the plate was delivered to him. The aroma filled the air, and the girl from Mechanics was drooling.

Because her lunch is canned meat with starch cubes, and Alan Baier actually has fried eggs in his hand, fresh bacon slices made of unknown meat, and the root of the whole starch plant is something like potatoes or potatoes.

The drink is a bottle of fruit juice, possibly a tropical plant, and the favorite basic food, starch lumps. Without starch lumps, the military career of the empire is soulless.

He was a little surprised, but still picked up the knife and fork and prepared to strike, until he saw the blond girl next to him drool wet his bedding.

"Huh?" He made a confused nasal sound, and the girl from Mechanic Education immediately wiped her mouth with metal fingers.

He sighed. "Can I trade your can for my bacon?"

Mr. John watched for a long time, and he poked his boss. "Don't spoil her so much."

"I will." Alan Baier replied, but still gave the bacon out.

　I suspect I'm writing about the Empire Diet Records

　　
　
(End of this chapter)