r18novel Chapter 1032 Welcome to the Alert Planet
Chapter 1032 Welcome to the Alert Planet
The lower deck of the battleship "Emperor's Wrath" was filled with the sour smell of engine oil. As Calvin moved along the wall, some suspicious black mucus kept sticking to the soles of his boots.
He originally just wanted to find a toilet that was not contaminated by vomit, but the sound of promethium welding guns was led to the main loading and unloading area - and then he saw the legendary man.
Political Commissar Kane was standing in front of a steel mountain formed by three Leman Russ tanks, the hem of his coat fluttering in the airflow of the turbofan.
The legendary commander struck the side armor of a tank with his power whip. Sparks splashed on his iconic blond hair, and the soldiers around him laughed as if they had survived a disaster.
“See this bullet hole?”
Kane's excited voice cut through the roar of the engine. He poked his finger at the basin-sized dent on the tank turret and said, "Last time in Armageddon, a green-skinned war boss wanted to use it as an ashtray!"
The soldiers' laughter suddenly froze, because the political commissar suddenly lifted the maintenance cover of the depression, and saw half of a charred orc fang stuck inside.
Calvin felt a chill on the back of his neck. He recognized the tank's serial number as "CE-579". Three months ago, the military newspaper had published a headline about its -hour stand alone in the core area of the orcs WAAAGH!!
And now, this patched steel behemoth is being injected with holy oil by the mechanical priest, and the mark of purity on the barrel is still stained with brain matter that has not been wiped off.
"You lucky soldiers!" Kane suddenly jumped onto the tank barrel, his military boots emitting smoke from the heat dissipation port of the melta gun. "Tomorrow you will follow the most unlucky Leman Russ in history to charge—" He paused deliberately, looking at two hundred faces that were twisted with tension, "Because the orcs will never guess where the guy who is stupid enough to use a tractor driver as a tank soldier will crash into!"
Amid the deafening cheers, Calvin noticed that the commissar's left hand was always on the bolter at his waist.
When the loading arm suddenly lost control and smashed towards the crowd, Kane seemed to casually avoid it by leaning sideways, and the splashing hydraulic pipe happened to entangle a soldier who wanted to escape. This dramatic scene seemed to be regarded as proof of the Emperor's blessing.
On the way back to the rest cabin, Calvin ran into twenty Catachan soldiers who were applying war patterns in the cross corridor.
Under their feet were jam jars stolen from the kitchen, scarlet strawberry jam being smeared into jungle camouflage.
"Rookie..." An old soldier with a scar on his face threw him a half bottle of tequila, "Drink this, and the greenskins will smell it and eat you first tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you." Calvin nodded and replied, then quickly left and returned to the lounge.
A few hours later, a Catachan humming a funeral song came from the ventilation duct. The lyrics of the song, about poison ivy strangling the Tyranids, intertwined with the sound of tanks still being loaded in the loading area, forming an eerie lullaby.
Calvin couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he decided to look for other soldiers from his own planet.
The familiar smell of beer wafted through the rest cabin on the third floor of the battleship. Calvin was stunned as soon as he lifted the radiation-proof curtain. He saw more than twenty soldiers from his hometown's agricultural satellite crowded in a corner, heating some charred tubers with laser welding guns.
It is a potato that is unique to the Carlisle Plains. When the skin is charred, it will emit a sweet aroma like honey.
"Lieutenant Ulysses!"
Tommy, with his freckled face, knocked over his homemade oven as he jumped, and sparks flew blue dots on his bulletproof armor.
The boy who had drawn a crooked double-headed eagle on Calvin's wedding invitation was now maintaining his laser gun until it was shiny. "Are you also assigned to the landing force? We were just betting on who would get the greenskin war boss first..."
His voice suddenly trailed off.
In the shadow of the corner, the logistics soldier Joseph was huddled behind a shelter made of ammunition boxes, his trembling fingers repeatedly stroking the small statue of the emperor in his palm.
The rough clay statue was still covered in flour, obviously having been broken off the altar of his hometown church.
"Joe's brother has been assigned to the first wave of airborne troops." Tommy lowered his voice, "May the Emperor bless him and his brother."
Suddenly, the boy threw away the clay as if he was scalded, because Joseph began to hit the base of the emperor statue with his forehead, and tiny traces of blood spread on the clay.
When Calvin squatted down, he smelled the unique resin scent of his hometown windbreak, which was emitted by the sachet stuffed in the interlayer of Joseph's protective armor.
"The Seventh Irrigation District," he said in a deliberately chatty tone, "when the heavy rain broke the sluice gate last month, it was your brother who jumped into the flood holding a sandbag, right?" Joseph froze, and a drop of blood slid down the bridge of his nose into the corner of his mouth.
"That kid must be cursing right now..."
Calvin pried open the other's tightly clenched fingers and stuffed the statue of the Emperor back into his chest pocket. "After all, the flood is much more difficult to deal with than the greenskins."
He suddenly raised his voice and shouted to all the soldiers in the cabin: "After this battle, I will carve the names of all the participants on the rebuilt sluice gate! Tommy, if you draw the double-headed eagle crookedly again, I will make you lick the carving knife clean!"
Amid the laughter, Calvin caught a glimpse of a tall and thin figure hiding behind the ventilation duct.
That was Edgar, the farmer's son, a fool who once forgot to use pesticides, causing a hundred acres of wheat fields to fail.
At this moment, he was nervously repeatedly removing and installing the safety pin of the laser gun. Thirty-seven perfectly calibrated energy magazines were piled at his feet, and each magazine was engraved with the initials of his wife and newborn baby.
During the midnight shift change, Calvin caught Tommy secretly practicing bayonet skills in the hydraulic cabin.
The boy kept thrusting into the void, with a bouquet of dried lavender he brought from his hometown wrapped around the butt of his gun.
"You should keep this..." Calvin threw him a bag of gun oil, "The floral scent will reveal your hidden position." Tommy stuffed lavender into the breathing filter: "My mom said this can prevent demonic possession."
"We may have to fight more than just demons..."
Calvin patted him on the shoulder, the young soldier might not live long enough to see himself exposed.
Calvin continued to wander around bored and accidentally came to the medical area of the battleship.
The disinfection lights in the battleship's medical area cast pale spots of light in front of Calvin's eyes.
He shouldn't have been here. The shortest route from Area E-12 to the Infantry Preparation Bay required passing through four airtight doors, but a scent mixed with cornflowers and hemostatic gel drew his steps.
Until he saw the medic preparing medicine with his back to him, with half a piece of fern spores unique to his hometown stuck on the flaxen hair exposed at the back of his protective suit.
“IV pump number three!”
The familiar clear voice made Calvin knock over the equipment cart.
When the medic turned around, the breathing valve of the gas mask cast a dancing shadow on her collarbone. The slender wrist wrapped with a purple ribbon was holding down a soldier who was vomiting. The wheat ear pattern embroidered on the edge of the ribbon was sewn by Irene's mother with church tapestry thread before her death.
"All combatants, assemble immediately at B-7 area!"
The sudden alarm interrupted Calvin's thoughts. He rushed back to the lounge in a panic to get his equipment, and then headed to the landing ship docking site.
The maintenance bay was filled with the sour smell of promethium fuel and fear.
As Calvin's infantry company began distributing grenades, he noticed the commissar's servoskull hovering above the vent. The bronze-toothed mechanical creature suddenly turned its head to look at him, and the surveillance images of the medical area flashed in its empty eye sockets.
"Newbies, keep your eyes open!"
The commissar kicked Tommy, who was shaking, with his power boots, leaving a burn mark on the lavender pattern that had just been painted on the boy's protective armor. "In thirty seconds, you will kiss the ground of Vigilant Star. If you don't want the greenskins to eat your heads off, open your eyes!"