Chapter 2 Leaving Hometown

The mobilization efficiency was extremely high. He was taken to the star port on the second day. There were a large number of star ships parked at the port. He couldn't pronounce their names, but he knew that he would be taken to the moon of his planet by a small transport ship.

Then the next life would be to the satellite of that planet. Eda was undergoing a two-month military training.

Ailanbaier was enjoying the sunlight through the spire on the top floor of the hive city among the crowd. He never thought that he would enjoy the long-lost real sun in such a situation. Then... become a star army.

Normally, the star army should be the most sharp PDF in the hive city. They have good professional qualities and the vigorous and resolute military, but not them, a group of hive citizens.

Because the star army represents the name of that imperial world, the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment, what an honor, how can it be let civilians?

That means two situations. First, the war is ongoing and fierce, and even the original Skadi Infantry Regiment has been destroyed, making it an emergency mobilization.

Second, the planetary governor offended the big man who collected 11 taxes, which made him play that little joke.

There is no doubt that joining the Star Army is a good thing. Alan Baier looked at the familiar faces around him. They were all his colleagues working in the factory. They would not need to starve tomorrow, and they would not need to work long hours, but they could eat enough...

But he could not pray silently that they would not be on the battlefield too soon.

At this time, the training time was two months, just enough for me to learn how to use the laser gun. When he was squeezed into the huge team of Star Army reservists, he changed into the clothes of the Star Army in the changing room vacated for them in the nest city. He was given a set of equipment, but the laser gun, commonly known as the leg flashlight, was only issued at the satellite training ground.

In the crowded locker room, he changed his clothes in the crowd. There I really had to worry about whether I would wear the wrong shoes, socks, and clothes and pants. It was good, as long as they fit, but the socks were really embarrassing.

After Alan Baier put on the neat and hard armored combat bulletproof suit, he felt burdened and worried. It was so tight... Why was the clothes of the person next to him so loose?

The thing was enough to resist any firearms in his previous life. Even a shotgun could show the strength of a tank, but in front of the monsters in the galaxy, it was just a vest.

The people who changed their clothes followed the team forward. Transport planes left and came one by one, drawing tracks in the starry sky, and the team slowly dissipated.

That group had more than 100,000 people, which was unimaginably large. Can it be called conscription?

And the target did not include the people in the bottom of the hive, only half of the middle-level young and middle-aged people in the entire hive, and the soldiers who had left several batches before and were coming in the future.

How many people! They were crowded in the port like insects, waiting for fate to kill them.

The state priests were shouting on the platform with a loudspeaker-like device, saying that our enemies were uncivilized aliens! The Empire is at its most powerful, and you will not sacrifice, but return with honor.

Come on, my old man, come to the Emperor, right?

Of course, Alan Baier could think about it carefully, after all, the state priests were all veterans, but those who were retired from the Star Army were probably real tough guys.

The modified laser gun on his waist could easily smash his head.

When the long queue ended, the narrow space in the transport plane was crowded with people, just like the crowded subway in the previous world, but fortunately I didn't have to stand.

That should be the number of a row, about a hundred people, crowded there. If you think like that, everyone there will be your "family" in the future.

At least it is the only family on the same home planet.

The platoon leader there was a familiar face. He was a rather rogue guy in the hive, a member of the gang. He had clearly removed the exaggerated makeup on his face, and the Gothic decorations were not very impressive.

"You can open the package now. Those who need to eat can eat directly. This is also part of the training. They don't have much time to use the CRP combat rations."

"If you don't know how to eat, starve. He will teach you once. Now open the package!"

At this moment, Alan Baier had time to see what was in the package he was sent.

The complicated, inclusive, and thoughtful things made people feel that the will of the Emperor was put into the package because of it.

Yes, a laser gun repair kit, including holy cleaning oil and cloth just blessed by the mechanical priest.

Two spare laser gun batteries.

Three days of nutritious synthetic food rations.

"Imperial Infantry Getting Started Guide".

A roll of toilet paper, a water bottle, and holy purification tablets.

Two pairs of socks, a sweatshirt, two standard outerwear and pants, and a raincoat.

The medical kit issued by the guards, including blessed tonics.

Sleeping bags and canvas, razors, shaving foam, toothbrushes and toothpaste.

And a sundry bag including plates, cups, bowls and a set of tableware including spoons, forks and knives, which is usually called FRED by the soldiers of the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment, a broken and ridiculous eating device.

Complex, it can make people survive in the wild, and it is useful. His belt has a buckle for storing laser gun batteries, and the position for the bayonet is empty, a multi-purpose knife and a kettle.

There was a hamster-like sound coming from the hold. Everyone couldn't help being hungry and started eating the starch blocks in the package.

Following the captain's command, Alan Baier unwrapped the package. He was starving. He was almost the first person to open the cans naturally. But for the first meal, there was a piece of Grox meat can in the supply. It was so fragrant. Seeing the red oil solidified on it, Alan Baier, who had been starving for three weeks, had green eyes.

Others were not much better, but after all, they were members of the Star Army and waited patiently for the self-heating equipment to start.

To be honest, he really didn't know whether it was a good thing to be a soldier, but the canned meat was indeed inspiring.

When the fork stirred the wet greasy food, he feasted on the starch block, and the long journey became enjoyable.

When the spacecraft landed on the satellite, he felt the touch of deceleration and looked up. His hometown, a huge brown cold planet, was hovering outside the transport ship.

As for their destination, the cold satellite, it had already become the base of the Star Army Reserve. A large number of traces of human casting dyed it into a metallic color. When the ship landed, the soldiers lined up to walk out.

There, in the still narrow human creation, other soldiers were crowded, looking at the huge equipment in confusion.

Because their landing point was not a port, but a church, the colored glass painted the glorious appearance of the Emperor. The state church priest asked the soldiers to open the first page of the "Imperial Infantry Beginner's Guide" and read the scriptures with him.

The military department brought several veterans and the peculiarly dressed political commissar to ask the soldiers one by one about the Empire's beliefs, and handed out the things that Alan Baier had been thinking about, the laser gun with a silver light on the gun body.

The content that came from the east was a fraudulent contract. It is recommended to start reading from Chapter 6.