The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After explaining the key points, Solzhenitsyn then instructed Ustad on some easily overlooked aspects, and told him that Bahram was a very approachable person to mortals, and he could consult him on issues related to mortals. After that, he began to prepare for the withdrawal of troops. First, the auxiliary troops needed to assemble at the cardinal world, and at the same time, the materials needed to be counted, which ones to leave and which ones to take away. Taking advantage of this time, Solzhenitsyn also went to the front line to check the defense deployments of each planet.

Correspondingly, the Tyranid Zerg were not idle either. After devouring the leftovers, they once again headed to new hunting grounds. However, as Solzhenitsyn had expected, they no longer concentrated on one direction, but divided into several tendril fleets, a considerable part of which did not rush to the diocese, but instead migrated deeper into the storm star field - after losing that Tyranid construct, the integrity of the swarm seemed to have been damaged, resulting in different hunting directions.

This was good for the diocese, but not for the Empire. Dense astral warnings immediately spread to the storm star field. Although the tendril fleets heading into the depths of the star field accounted for about half of the entire hive fleet, it was still a huge number, especially with the Zerg's self-proliferation characteristics. As long as they devour a few more worlds along the way, their scale will immediately expand.

But at least Solzhenitsyn didn't have to worry too much about the diocese. After the swarm dispersed, the pressure on the front line defense was much smaller. The Faith Watchers had no problem fighting attrition wars relying on various fortresses, as long as they could ensure that the rear could continuously replenish troops and logistical supplies.

".Where's Fedon?"

In the busy camp, Hayes, who had just woken up from his afternoon nap, glanced around and didn't see the figure who used to go around bragging and chatting. The soldier next to him, who was packing his guns into a cargo box, answered him.

"Captain, where else could he go? Of course, the field hospital!"

"Tsk."

Hayes put his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly.

"I was going to take him to buy some local specialties."

At this moment, another soldier came over and smiled:

"Captain, your things have also been packed, and the weight has been calculated. It doesn't exceed 50kg."

"Thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. If it weren't for you, Captain, we wouldn't be able to earn these medals and merits, and those good things. Everyone will be heroes when we go back!"

When the news of returning home came, all the auxiliary soldiers were boiling. Many people had begun to miss their hometowns and relatives, and were worried that they would have to stay on this distant battlefield for a long time. This made them very happy.

At the same time, the higher-ups also made a very "heartwarming" regulation. Due to the reduction in the number of people, the troop transport ships had some space, so each ordinary soldier could carry no more than 30kg of personal items in addition to their equipment, while non-commissioned officers could carry 40kg, and company-level officers 50kg, and so on.

In the previous battles, many soldiers "picked up" some spoils of war from the war zone. The regimental instructors confiscated some more valuable or large items, such as statues and murals, but they didn't pay much attention to some small items. As a result, many soldiers had some savings in hand. When they heard the news of returning home, they naturally planned to buy some souvenirs or handicrafts from the local area to take back.

"Forget it, I'll go find him. It seems like there's an extra meal for dinner today. Tell the cooks to remember to collect it from the regimental headquarters."

"Yes!"

After speaking, Hayes jumped into a Taurus off-road vehicle, started the engine and sped away.

A dozen minutes later, he arrived near the division's field hospital. Because there were not many wounded left, those youthful and beautiful medical sisters carrying the symbols of the Holy Flame Order could be seen everywhere. Because they were not in the war zone, they were only wearing black and white waist-tied nun uniforms, and occasionally made silver bell-like laughter when talking.

Of course, there were definitely more than just girls here. Many young men in neat military uniforms also appeared here. Almost every medical sister was accompanied by such a male companion. Some of them were wearing naval uniforms, some were wearing air force uniforms, and some were wearing armored兵 uniforms. Although they were all in their early twenties, none of them were lower than the rank of captain.

Some people got into the car while laughing and talking, and drove towards the city. Some men held flowers in their hands, handed them to those shy girls, and presented expensive jewelry.

The smell of disinfectant that should have filled the air was replaced by the fragrance of flowers and perfume.

After parking the car, Hayes came down and sniffed his nose a little awkwardly. He didn't dress up much, and looked like a grunt here, even though he was also a captain.

Bearing some curious gazes and whispers, Hayes walked into the temporary wooden gate of the field hospital. There were many tents inside, and occasionally you could see wounded soldiers with crutches, missing arms and legs, walking with the assistance of medical servitors. This was also the last batch of wounded soldiers. Soon they would undergo prosthetic limb transplant surgery, and it would be free.

"Excuse me, where is Nurse Onila?"

"She's in Zone C near the west exit."

"Thank you."

After getting the location of the person he was looking for, Hayes walked all the way over. Before he even saw the person, he heard a familiar voice.

".Hehe, Onila, I picked this up from a landlord's house last time. It looks pretty. Why don't you try wearing it?"

Hayes carefully walked behind a tent and poked his head out. He saw Fedon holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and holding a delicate-looking box in the other hand near the railing at the exit. He also had a flattering look on his face. Inside the box was a butterfly-shaped headdress, sparkling with jewels, exquisite and extraordinary. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary product. Hayes remembered correctly that Little Fedon had gone to estimate the price of this thing with him, and it was worth six or seven thousand thorium coins! You must know that in the cardinal world, this very sacred and crowded place, a delicate small house with a garden is only 50,000 thorium coins.

And standing opposite Little Fedon was a tall, slender-faced, fair-skinned, beautiful girl with slightly curly, shiny golden hair and delicate eyebrows. Although she was wearing a black and white waist-tied nun uniform, it was difficult to hide her elegant and noble air.

After seeing the gift in the box, she clasped her hands in front of her full chest, her pink lips slightly opened, and her blue eyes fluttered, looking extremely cute.

Hayes had also heard of this girl. She was considered quite outstanding among the medical sisters in the division. Not only did she have the ability to perform independent surgical operations, but her beautiful face and sweet voice were very comforting. Naturally, she had many admirers under her skirt, and she never lacked flowers and gifts, but very few people could get close to her.

Hayes wasn't very clear on how Little Fedon got involved with this one, but he heard people in the company say that Little Fedon often went to the division to get medicine, and took the opportunity to show his courtesy to the other party and gave many gifts, so he "chased" this one.