Chapter 6: A Relative? An Airdrop?
"You mean, let my troops accept this soldier? There's not even a reason on this transfer order from the Military Affairs Department? Is this a relative?"
"Are you dreaming? Will a relative find a way to insert him into the Star Army?"
"What if he was selected from the Planetary Defense Force?"
"Come on."
In the metal cabin of the military camp, a colonel and a senior political commissar were arguing over a sudden transfer order from the Military Affairs Department. This document from the Military Affairs Department was so simple and strange that people would think it was a bad prank or a conspiracy of some saboteurs at the first time. But the complex emblems on the document proved that the document was indeed issued by the pig-headed people in the Military Affairs Department.
As the direct superior of the 37th Regiment of the Star Army stationed on the agricultural world of Cammarklan, Colonel Mark has always had a good relationship with his political commissar. Both of them survived countless difficult battles and established a firm friendship and unshakable piety in the war. In order to commend the outstanding contributions of these two people, the Military Affairs Department actually made their survival particularly dazzling since there were very few people who could survive each battle.
However, none of the people who survived each battle were simple characters. They were all outstanding soldiers who stood out from millions of soldiers. The combat experience and command ability of these surviving veterans and non-commissioned officers were the most precious wealth of the imperial army.
It was also because of this that the two were rewarded to train the new recruits of the 37th Regiment in the beautiful agricultural world of Camaklan without serious industrial pollution, and waited to be dispatched at any time to kill the enemies of the Emperor.
Colonel Mark curled his lips, and the scar on his face twisted. "Then let's see what this kid can do."
"If he is a waste, I will not let such a guy bring shame to the glory of the Emperor."
Commissar Ode pulled the bolt of the explosive pistol in his hand, leaving a hideous smile that the two people could understand.
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"Soap? What parent would give such a weird name?"
Colonel Mark looked at the young man in front of him. Although his black hair and black pupils seemed a bit out of place, his long service career taught Colonel Mark that the empire was very large and it was normal for all kinds of people to appear.
This soap was Lin Fan. After communicating with the emperor, he was taken to the secret room by Trajan and his corn friend for various training. Lin Fan could pick up weapons that ordinary people could not lift, but the only problem was that it was difficult to master the threshold of his own crushing objects. After crushing piles of various weapons and daily necessities, Lin Fan finally successfully mastered his own power in the training of the Imperial Guards and was able to use it perfectly without crushing anything in his hands.
At the same time, various champions and shooting supermen in the Imperial Guards were helping Lin Fan's melee and shooting skills grow. Lin Fan's shooting skills were recognized by the Imperial Guards. As long as he was within the range of his sight, his shooting was as good as any shooting master in the Imperial Guards. However, his combat skills were limited by his mortal body. Although he could break weapons and destroy everything solid, he could not catch up with any Imperial Guards with his mortal body that could not be transformed and strengthened. Although he could see what the Imperial Guards in front wanted to do, he could not avoid those attacks at all. The Imperial Guards' teachings were over. They could no longer strengthen a mortal body. They could only hope that Lin Fan's future enemy would be a reckless man like the Blood God, who would run directly into Lin Fan's arms and be torn to pieces by him.
After that, he began to quietly mobilize the forces he had ambushed in various departments of the empire, and created an ordinary but flawless identity certificate for Lin Fan, which included all the information needed for Lin Fan's false identity, and in order to comply with the inefficiency of the empire's administration, it was specially buried under a mountain of books in an unknown document warehouse.
If it is not known in advance and there is a specialist to look for it, anyone who wants to dig into Lin Fan's background will experience the real mountain of books and the piles of documents are enough to consume any ignorant person who is not prepared to death.
But when asked what kind of name Lin Fan wanted, Lin Fan shouted without hesitation that he wanted to be called "Soap."
Although this daily necessities has been preserved for a long time, making soap is not a difficult thing after all. But the Imperial Guards still expressed the same opinion as Colonel Mark on this name: "What a broken name."
But Lin Fan doesn't care about that. Lin Fan is waiting for someone to complain about his name, and then feel the ancient plot of Task Force 141 with a 40k flavor.
Of course, it may be difficult for Lin Fan to meet his Price.
"I think the name Soap is very good, simple and recognizable, and impressive."
Commissar Ode on the side touched his big chin and gave his opinion.
The style of the imperial political commissar
"Okay, soap, I don't care what kind of relationship you have with the military department, but when you come to my army, you must obey orders and be loyal to the emperor, understand?" Colonel Mark stared at Lin Fan with a bad look.
"Yes!" Lin Fan's military boots made a sound of impact on the ground, and he saluted the colonel and the political commissar.
After meeting the commander, Lin Fan was assigned to the third company, a small company of 500 people. It was just formed and lacked training. Even the equipment was not the best. The best equipment was all assigned to the first and second companies. However, it was still much stronger than the fourth and fifth companies that were used as reserves. At least they could have a laser gun in each person.
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As a newly formed Star Army, you can't say that the strength of its members is a problem. You must know that as long as the empire is not forced to the point of panic, most of the Star Army are the best fighters selected from mortals. Not to mention Rambo per capita, but at least most of them are tough guys that can be defined in Lin Fan's era.
The lack of standard equipment can only be blamed on the fact that the empire has too few forging worlds and too many armies. Each overloaded forging world is like a huge mouth, endlessly swallowing the astronomical number of minerals sent in, and continuously producing a large number of weapons and ammunition for the Star Army stationed in all directions.
The 37th Regiment's corps defends the entire Kasaray sector. Their equipment must also be produced in the Kasaray No. 1 forge world in the sector and delivered to the troops by transport fleets. If the emperor blesses, the next equipment delivery time will be about three years later. Before that, they can only rely on homemade weapons made by the basic industrial facilities on this planet to ensure the equipment of the troops.
In the garrison of the third company, Lin Fan continued to divide the platoon-level combat units and class combat units, and finally got to know these sturdy men around him.
"Hello, don't you look like a native of this world?" A 180cm strong man with a big bald head and a rather honest look greeted Lin Fan.
"Ah, I was transferred from another world." Lin Fan was also surprised when he looked at the strong man in front of him. With this muscle and body, he looked like a little space warrior.
"I'm Sergeant Crake, and I belong to the first row assault squad of the third company of the 37th Regiment of the Casare Star Army. Now you are one of us, go to the class dormitory over there and make a bed." Crake's thick fingers that made people a little worried pointed to an underground bunker in the distance.
Lin Fan felt that it was more like a vacated cellar than a dormitory.
He walked over with his backpack and smelled the strong aroma of vegetables, which proved that Lin Fan's judgment was correct.
Four or five big men who were smaller than Crake came out of the cellar, but they were still much stronger than Lin Fan. They were rubbing their hands and looking unfriendly.
"Hey, kid. There is an old tradition in our assault squad. You have to prove your ability first. If you beat any of us, you will be respected, otherwise you should go back and help us transport ammunition! Hahaha!" A rough laugh came, and the first conflict when Lin Fan arrived at the military base happened.
In the forest in the distance, Political Commissar Ode was observing Lin Fan's every move with a telescope in his hand. Although not every recruitment of the Astra Militarum would make him so alert, it was particularly strange for the Military Affairs Department to deploy a soldier on a whim. In the more than ten years of experience of Political Commissar Ode, he had never seen a strange thing of only assigning one soldier.
Although the Military Affairs Department sometimes had some idiots making some strange arrangements, Political Commissar Ode still felt that this guy was wrong. It had nothing to do with any evidence or intelligence he had, but his intuition was always beating.
In the previous battles, Political Commissar Ode was able to grow from an intern to the present step by step, and even had his own exclusive grenade gun, relying on his intuition. Political Commissar Ode believed that his intuition was the Emperor's hint and oracle, and it was a recognition of his loyalty.
Political Commissar Ode hated guys like Lin Fan who were parachuted in. After all, the service of the Astra Militarum was limited. When a soldier was lucky enough to survive the battlefield and return home. What awaits him is the generous retirement benefits of the Military Affairs Department, which may be a piece of real estate, or he may be incorporated into the local world's department to receive a salary, and spend his life peacefully and leisurely.
This treatment is much better than those of the planetary defense forces on the planet, so there are always many guys in those safer worlds who try their best to run from the planetary defense forces to the Star Army, eagerly waiting for retirement.
The Kasare Sector is such a peaceful place, far away from the edge of the empire. Most people on the planet have never seen the great enemies and terrors that Commissar Ode has seen in their lives, and they have not even seen a decent rebel.
Of course, this is due to the fact that the governor of their planet is a capable and kind man. While satisfying the imperial tax, he can also think about creating a green paradise for the people on the planet to live a life of food and clothing. The empire is so big that there are always some planetary managers whose ruling level has broken through the lower limit, even the management ability of the Orks is better than them. Similarly, the hugeness of the empire also leaves enough space for the birth of those good people who are truly capable and love the people of their planet.
The Odd Commissar caught the soap's tail and drove him away from the Astra Militarum without any mercy. If the situation gets worse, the Commissar doesn't mind letting the machine spirit of his bolt pistol, which he hasn't used for a long time, roar again, just like he used to shoot those deserters and cowards.