Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Three days passed peacefully, as they had been shifting positions during this period. The troops began to march towards the last main force of the rebels.

The White Shield Regiment became a thing of the past, and everyone entered the new company headquarters. Among them, Itano was the luckiest, becoming a member of the communications team and did not have to go to the front line.

Lin Heng naturally accepted the invitation of Political Commissar Rutherford and became his deputy, but he had basically no real power.

In response, the White Shield Regiment was disbanded, and Lieutenant Montgomery, who was reinstated, stepped forward to appease Lin Heng.

It means that he has become a glorious soldier, including but not limited to being - responsible for the daily life of the political commissar, delivering information, protecting superiors, collecting supplies, taking care of superiors, going there whenever there is a problem, being a trash can for emotions, and being the bulletproof vest of the political commissar!

Lin Heng widened his eyes when he heard this series of nouns. It turned out that I had found a father for myself, and he was the kind that was paralyzed in bed.

But after laughing, Montgomery still said there were benefits.

“Although the political commissar does not participate in the command, he is indeed a senior official in the front-line troops. It is definitely beneficial to have a good relationship with him.

When you go to some more civilized places, the local lord or planetary governor will definitely hold a banquet, and as a deputy, you will also be able to enjoy a feast. But at night, you will have to guard the gate for them."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The other lieutenants burst into laughter again, as if making fun of Lin Heng's position was the only thing that made them happy.

Lin Heng shook his head and walked away from the officers who were laughing at him, then came to the political commissar's tent.

"You came just in time. These files need to be put in order. Take some time to read more about the organization of the legion. After the last group of rebels is eliminated, there will definitely be a lot of departments to deal with.

After all, you are from the White Shield Corps, and there are still many issues in the Corps that you are not clear about. You should read this "Imperial Manual" more often and remember clearly what departments and functions are, so that you won't be completely in the dark when the time comes.

Well, also, notify all companies and platoons in advance to hold a petition prayer at 19:00 in the afternoon, especially officers are not allowed to be late, and..."

Rutherford kept muttering for more than ten minutes. If Lin Heng had not been quick-witted and wrote it down on paper immediately, he would have forgotten everything from the second message onwards.

"It's okay. It's indeed difficult at the beginning, but I believe you will be able to get the hang of it soon. My previous servo skull was damaged in the battle, and a new one will be delivered the day after tomorrow. By then, your work will be much easier." Rutherford said.

Lin Heng was completely confused by what he heard, and later he learned something by looking up the "Imperial Handbook".

As the name suggests, the servoskull is a drone device made of a human skull, with an anti-gravity engine installed that allows them to fly in the air. And they often carry some small mechanical equipment.

The servo skull can be equipped with various machines, weapons, speakers, or anything you can imagine.

It can load a lot of functions, and this one is exclusive to the Political Commissar of the Star Army. It has the ability to broadcast prayers and various oaths. The most it can do is probably just turn on a light.

In this regard, Lin Heng said, why do you need to modify a skull? What kind of surreal magic cyberpunk is this? A drone is just a drone.

If there was a skull with red glow flying back and forth in the middle of the night, wouldn't it scare other people?

Lin Heng thought to himself that if he didn't have this "Imperial Handbook", if that thing wasn't blown up by Lin Heng's shot the first time he saw it, it would be considered fast.

...Without thinking about these anymore, Lin Heng went to the officers' tents to convey the political commissar's message. At seven o'clock in the evening, Lin Heng also came to the team, listening to the political commissar's prayers, and everyone sincerely wished together.

I hope that as an extension of the empire's will, the great emperor can turn his attention to the battlefield and help everyone fight bravely.

Afterwards, the routine petition ended and officers at all levels began to discuss tomorrow's battle. Lin Heng was fortunate enough to be one of the people who could listen.

"There's only that area left, and they're not good at setting up defensive positions. We can just run over them and wipe out the entire area."

The person who was speaking should be a captain in terms of military rank. Lin Heng was really confused about the organization of the Star Army.

Generally speaking, there are 8848 people in a squad, to squads in a platoon, to platoons in a company, and to companies in a regiment. But the th Star Army Corps where Lin Heng is located has about soldiers.

Although there are several groups, the actual number difference is a bit big. If we really follow the minimum standard, 200 people is a group, and people is also a group.

"Tactics! Tactics! Do you understand? We are not Krieg's gang. Do we need to clean up the ground and charge? Can we have some tactical coordination?

Fighter planes and artillery positions, whatever you can get, don't be afraid of wasting ammunition and just launch a saturation attack.

Tanks led the various mobile units to charge, and infantry and tanks worked together to ensure that they were not injured by stray bullets. This is called tactics!"

Lin Heng saw the political commissar arguing with the group of scholars, and the other commanders were unhappy, crossing their arms and were very disgusted with the other party's speech. But because of the other party's military rank, it was not easy to talk too much.

Lin Heng thought, what's the use of this political commissar? The officers who were scolded were stunned.

Although Lin Heng felt excited after hearing this, he also thought that this kind of monopoly would make him make a lot of enemies, right?

What's more, you were transferred from another place, this... Lin Heng is also a veteran in the workplace, he can still see through this thing, plus with the reminders from Montgomery's officers, Lin Heng gradually figured out what was going on.

This job doesn’t seem to be easy!

By the second day, all the armies had assembled, and several fighter planes were ready to take off. The roar of tanks and the rising black smoke indicated that they were ready.

The servo skull that the political commissar mentioned had also been delivered, and was reciting loudly the prayers before the war. Lin Heng also saw a member of the Mechanicus, a maintenance worker named Engine Prophet.

External personnel of the Mechanicus, used to maintain the operation of various war tools.

They wore red robes with the red and white emblem of the Mechanicus on them, and wandered between the large equipment chanting certain blessings.

Mechanicus emblem

Now he understood this thing. After all, Shoggoth had done it before. According to Lin Heng's idea, this was to consecrate the items.

"Warriors, the most difficult moment is coming, the time to prove your courage is coming! Go, make the enemy tremble, let them witness the bravery of the Astra Militarum, and make them regret their heinous behavior! Charge!"

The political commissar shouted through the microphone. The loud slogans and the deafening prayers made all the soldiers roar and begin to march.

A few kilometers away, the rebel positions, knowing that it was their last moment, also erupted in angry roars. Troops from both sides were all thrown into the battlefield, and fighter planes and tanks rumbled away.

The battle is imminent!

Lin Heng followed the political commissar, and an infantry platoon ran forward. There were huge crowds of people on both sides of the team, and only in a plain with flat terrain could one truly feel the bustling crowd.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" The fighter planes screamed over heads and headed straight for the rebel camp.

"Bang, bang!" The artillery team in the rear began saturation bombing.

Soon the rebel camp began to "take off the clouds", but the enemy's counterattack also marked the beginning. The artillery positions of all parties rumbled, and a large amount of artillery fire fell on the team.

"Boom!", took away the lives of more than a dozen soldiers. "Boom!" Another sound destroyed the low hall of the bunker. Broken limbs and armor flew into the sky, and broken bricks and tiles flew into the mud.

The war thus began.

Whenever he heard a sharp roar above his head, Lin Heng would immediately jump into the bomb crater.

Many soldiers crowded together, stood up in panic, raised their guns and started shooting, regardless of whether the enemy was within the range of their weapons.

"Don't shoot blindly! Stand firm in your beliefs, soldiers! Keep moving forward, don't stop!"

The political commissar shouted, swinging his chainsword to further enhance the opponent's majesty. The surrounding soldiers had no choice but to climb out of the gun pit and launch another charge.

“I am a person,

I am a little weak,

But I am a Guardsman,

Weakness means death,

I will be extremely proud.

Crush your own weaknesses!

Charge, warriors!" Angry howls erupted again from the surroundings.

Lin Heng was frightened by stray bullets from time to time, and he would subconsciously lower his head to avoid them while running. This was his first time experiencing such a charge, and it was indeed very exciting.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

There was another shriek overhead, and Lin Heng quickly threw the running political commissar to the ground. There was a loud rumbling sound, and the flying soil covered the two of them.

The crowd had already approached the battlefield, less than a kilometer away, where the most serious attack had occurred. Many weapons were already within range, and a dense rain of lasers began to arrive horizontally.

"Don't stop me, just bring me the walkie-talkie!"

Lin Heng quickly put down the walkie-talkie on his back and contacted the communication team at the rear.

The political commissar stood up and started cursing without even bothering to touch the ground.

"Tell these ant bulls where the hell their tanks are! If they don't show up in three minutes, I'm going back to shoot them right now!"

So Lin Heng contacted them immediately, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just urged them again and again. The damn tank arrived, and the political commissar was so angry that he grabbed it and cursed:

"You don't follow my tactics. You have a shitty tactical coordination. The tanks don't show up. You'll regret it later!"

The political commissar hung up the walkie-talkie with a grunt. Lin Heng, who was lying beside him, was stunned. He thought to himself, "Brother, you are really tough. Are you really not afraid that they will cause you trouble?"

The political commissar waved his hand, and Lin Heng hurriedly followed him into the artillery pit, where many soldiers also gathered.

One of them did not fight back fiercely like the other soldiers, but just kept holding his gun and shaking.

The political commissar immediately stepped forward to appease him:

"You should have no fear! Because your faith is strong! Shoot, soldier!

Rather than panicking and waiting to die, it is better to fight back with all your might! "

Lin Heng took a deep breath and thought that at least Political Commissar Rutherford was more concerned about the soldiers.