Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #30 - Chapter 30 John’s Identity

At the top of the guard tower, the place that Alan Bair liked and the place where he often came, there was a place where he felt that his destiny was in his own legs, or at least in his eyes.

Or maybe he left because the lieutenant was there. In short, he is not a person who cannot be ignored. Such a spirit is undoubtedly very good in the Astra Militarum, very good.

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

His eyes were looking at the starry sky, and he was drinking the supplies that would be shipped from the headquarters tomorrow. The damn taste reminded people of the sugar water and other drinks that cost one dollar a pack in the canteen.

As for Alan Bayer, he had never seen the starry sky in his previous life, and now he was fascinated by it. Even though it was just a little bit empty, it was burned out by his own flares.

He said to John next to him. “Do I know, stars are neither satellites nor planets, but indescribable stars in the Milky Way. In other words, solar systems like Holy Terra are everywhere in the Milky Way.”

“Sometimes he wonders whether humans are really that special, just like an alien race randomly born among the stars in the sky.”

John lowered his head and looked at the Ministry of Military Affairs leg book. If it was issued to any Imperial Guard in the galaxy and updated every Monday, because of the long warp space and long supply lines, each sector would independently produce the leg book. Common sense and things that need to be publicized are put in there.

And the content of that issue is explaining what is snow, the object of snow, and what that weather can bring.

To be honest, whether you have seen Snow or people who have never seen it before, you will think that the appearance above is interesting. The reason is very simple. Its tone is as serious as Snow. If you explain its effect in a serious manner, will it be wrong? Will it be harmful? Is it a threat to others? Can it be used in combat?

People who live in a world without snow must need it, and those with snow may also find it inexplicably funny.

But that planet obviously doesn’t have Dongxue’s capabilities. In other words, John is not sure whether the logistics of the Ministry of Military Affairs are randomly distributing supplies…

Maybe one day he will receive a heavy and bulky ski suit…

John watched for a long time before answering Alan Beyer’s question. “What is the snowball casting module? He will not report what I just said to the people here, Dongji, please pay attention.”

Alan Bair cursed. “My unromantic guy.”

They were quarreling with each other, and the door at the top was opened, and the beautiful brown-haired girl stuck her head out. Of course, she was indeed beautiful. After all, Skadi was not a “hairy girl”, but in ten years she would become potbellied. …

Ahem, Alan Beyer got rid of his random thoughts, and the young lady lady came with dinner.

“Are you adding oatmeal bars with military flavored nutritional solution?!” Mr. John waved his leg. “Let him die, let him die in Green Gun East.”

Alan Bair doesn’t care. The period of confinement he spent eating starch cubes in the hive city completely changed his picky eating problem. Not to mention oatmeal bars, he can eat even green-skinned corpses.

He took the dinner and ate it. From time to time, he sprinkled strange sauce on the oatmeal bar to add flavor. He could eat that for another week.

In comparison, Mr. Dongjohn’s reaction was really unlike that of a hive citizen, and Alan Bayer also asked him with interest. “Brother, are you doing something in the nest? He hasn’t seen me in the factory?”

There was a trace of hesitation in Mr. John’s eyes, and then it flashed away. “What do you do… Does his family run a small stall, selling groceries and handicrafts to earn some starch for the month?”

The hive city is not like that, bartering for goods. The nobles don’t care what the bottom is doing. Natural currency is not food.

But Alan Bair feels good. If he is a true hive city dweller, let alone granola bars, let him eat just the condiments.

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

“Small vendor?” He was doubtful until the brown-haired recruit girl next to him showed an expression that suggested he had something to hide.

Alan Bayer turned around and said. “What’s wrong, Dongshi, what’s the problem?”

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

“No, sir, no, is he having a headache about his own personal menstrual period problem?”

Alan Bayer couldn’t continue to ask after hearing that excuse, but Mr. John didn’t seem to be normal, so he pointed at John.

“Is that really the case? Why does it feel like each of us knows it, but he doesn’t?”

John sighed. “Okay, okay, boss, he said.”

“It’s true that he deliberately concealed me, but there were too few people in Fo’s Nest who didn’t know about it. At first, he thought I was as unrecognizable as that bastard gang leader, and then he quickly realized that I I really don’t know.”

“That’s fine with me. After all, he has always been very low-key. He only recently regained that identity because of the platoon leader incident. In fact, does he…”

Before John could finish his words, a beam of light shot through the forest and hit the wall of the sentry tower, leaving a dark hole. Alan Bair realized that this was… Catachan’s warning!

Alan Byr no longer knows who John is, and they are all soldiers of the Emperor at this moment.

He walked to the warning device on top of the outpost and pressed east. 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 him and the entire team is now in combat mode!”

After a while, people walked out of the outpost and crowded into the trenches. The number of about 60 people stacked up in the trenches was not enough. Kailan had already fired the heavy bomb. Alan Bayer picked up the binoculars. The range of the hell gun allowed him to stand on the top of the outpost. Shoot the enemy, so he does not go east, where he can also judge the situation and effectively choose whether to send a flare or not.

He looked towards the forest in the distance. The battlefield was surprisingly quiet. There was no annoying waaagh or those green-skinned rumbling mechas. There was only the faint light in the distant forest and the muffled sounds from time to time.

There was no doubt that the Catachan 72nd was fighting the orcs, and he was not there to help.

He also wants to update on Monday (apply for the Propaganda Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs)