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

"Oh!"

"Can you still sleep at this hour? Do you have to raise your hands to signal on the battlefield?

Oh hello, I want to take a nap, can we take a truce?

Damn it, all you damn maggots, get up now!"

After lunch, the sergeant kicked the door open and everyone immediately jumped off their beds, put on their clothes and stood at attention.

"Are you pigs? You want to sleep after having a full meal! Where is Mr. Idiot? Mr. Idiot, get out of here!"

At the sergeant's command, the new recruit without a belt stepped out again. But this time, the other party learned his lesson and found a rope from somewhere to tie around his waist.

When the sergeant saw this, he immediately walked forward with a smile. When the soldier saw him passing by, he straightened his back without looking at him.

"Mr. Fool is smart. He knows how to use the materials at hand. Very good. Everyone should learn from him and use everything you have on the battlefield.

But, I think I said, you'll have to hold up your pants again this day, right? "

The sergeant put his face in front of the other person again, and the recruit immediately started shaking again. Under the other person's eyes, it seemed that no one could stand calmly.

Even those experienced guards were a little nervous. But Lin Heng didn't care at all, because this man was the soldier he had knocked unconscious.

When the other party came in, he almost couldn't hold back when he saw Lin Heng. He immediately moved his eyes away, making Lin Heng feel a little embarrassed.

"Let's forget about it this time. Everyone, go to the armory to get guns and do target practice."

"Yes, sir!"

Lin Heng's bed was at the end farthest from the gate, so he stood at the end of the team. As the team moved forward and passed the non-commissioned officers, the other party noticed Lin Heng again.

Seeing Lin Heng looking at him, the sergeant trembled, glanced at the ceiling with his eyes slanted, and walked out with his head held high.

"Tsk, you are obviously the superior." Lin Heng said to himself.

The crowd walked through the long corridor and came to the training cabin in the battleship. A slender metal chain ran through the intermittent partitions, and the guns to be used were also fixed on it.

The soldiers behind them were dressed neatly and armed with live ammunition, standing behind everyone, apparently to guard against whether someone was planning a rebellion. Lin Heng understood this situation.

The previous soldiers might have been recruited normally from other worlds, but this group of them were forcibly conscripted. It is hard to believe that they have no complaints in their hearts.

Add to that the violent treatment by the NCOs, and I guess some people even wanted to kill them. So the fact that they have such measures shows how careful they are.

The soldiers in the dormitory lined up in a row, and the sergeant motioned for them to follow him. He then took the laser gun from the guard and said:

"This is an M35-M Galaxy short-barrel laser gun, which is the standard model among laser guns. There are dozens of other models, but they all have the same core: magazines, sights, energy converters, and gun bodies.

Laser rifle disassembly diagram

Weight 2.3KG, length 90CM, energy magazine type 19 megabytes, shooting modes are divided into single shot and full automatic, and the rate of fire is 220 rounds per minute.

It is simple in structure and easier to modify than a rifle that fires projectiles. It also has high damage, and can cleanly cut off human limbs and penetrate some armor.

The advantages are very obvious. An energy magazine can provide about 150 rounds of shooting. If you carry 150 metal bullets, just carrying them becomes a problem, so the laser gun has become the most basic weapon of our Astra Militarum.

There is a saying... Forget it, you haven't seen it yet, or you will never see it after you die. Everyone, watch my demonstration! Mr. Idiot! "

The sergeant shouted and began to assemble the laser gun. The recruit whose name was called immediately ran over.

"Yes, sir!"

The sergeant reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Well, very good, come and hold this helmet."

The recruit took it and held the chest with a puzzled look on his face. The sergeant smiled and waved his hand upwards, indicating that he should go up further.

“Go up…go up…”

Only after the recruit pulled his helmet over his head did the sergeant walk back. He retreated less than a hundred meters and turned around. The friendly smile he had just had completely disappeared, replaced by a ferocious expression.

Many of the recruits gasped nervously, and Mr. Idiot understood the NCO's idea and immediately began to tremble with fear.

"Don't move. If you miss, it's not my responsibility."

"Yes..yes..yes, sir!"

"I am coming?"

"You..you come on! Uh ahhhhh."

"biu!"

The red beams of light illuminated the faces of the recruits; they looked shocked, frightened, nervous, or calm.

"Dong dong dong dong."

The helmet fell to the ground and rolled to the side. The laser pierced through the simple steel helmet, leaving two holes as thick as thumbs, and smoke came out of the melted metal.

No one knew whether it was because of the burns or because of the fright, but the recruit threw it out.

The sergeant strode forward, holding the laser rifle for everyone to see, then grabbed Mr. Idiot by the collar and pulled him to his feet.

Not only was he trembling, but his army green pants seemed to have become darker in color, and it was obvious that he had peed himself because of the sergeant's behavior.

"Wu...wu...Sir...can I...change my pants..." The frightened recruit covered his crotch and sobbed.

The sergeant deadpanned, "Return to your compartment, soldier."

Mr. Idiot lowered his head and dared not look at the others. He was so frustrated that he didn't need to do so, because the others might not perform much better than him.

What's more, no one expressed disgust towards him. Most of them hated this inhumane sergeant. Some even reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Afterwards, everyone started the target shooting training. The sharp beeping sound echoed throughout the training ground, and everyone was made uncomfortable by the noise.

The sergeant saw that they were almost ready, so he said something to his deputy beside him, and soon the green equipment was brought over.

The sergeant signaled everyone to stop shooting, picked up his helmet and said:

"Bulletproof armor and bulletproof helmets. You guys want to wear them now, don't you? Everyone, get your supplies!"

The new recruit standing in the first compartment stepped forward to take the armor and helmet and put them on immediately. However, after adjusting for a long time, he found that the helmet was a little big and the armor was a little small. Although they could be put on, they were really uncomfortable.

Helmets, breastplates, soldiers coming to fight.

So he raised his hand and shouted: "Sir, my bulletproof armor is a little small, and my helmet is a little big."

The sergeant nodded and said with a smile, "That's right. The sizes of Astra Militarum armor only come in two sizes: large and small. You can exchange them with the people in your dormitory during your break."

The cart continued to move forward and came to Lin Heng. He had already handed in all his previous things, so he had to take a copy as well. But before he could reach out, the sergeant took a set from the bag and handed it to him, whispering:

"The commissar gave the signal."

Lin Heng smiled secretly. He didn't expect that the political commissar was so caring towards him. He tried the equipment and found that it indeed fit him well.

"Everyone keep shooting!"

Those who got the helmets were no longer bothered by the beeping sound, and their shooting accuracy also improved. Even those who had never touched firearms before could still shoot with accuracy like flowers scattering all over the sky.

But the serious guards showed their strength. Among them, there were three or five people who were praised by the non-commissioned officers.

Lin Heng was naturally among the best. Although he had used the laser gun very few times, all the guns were almost the same, so an expert could tell whether he was effective or not with just one move.

He was proficient in standing, half-crouching, and lying prone shooting. He was calm and composed when changing magazines, and his hand speed was so fast that people didn't even notice that Lin Heng had changed the magazine.

The non-commissioned officer standing behind him looked at him with some admiration and touched the guard's arm. The two of them pouted and nodded to each other.

"He's fast and accurate, this guy has some skills. I guess what he said before was not exaggerating. But if he's really that powerful, why didn't any Space Marine choose him?" said the guard.

"Maybe there is no department there. After all, this is the Taiping Star Region, not the Storm Star Region we are planning to go to."

"Fabro, this is completely at the warrior level. He doesn't even need to train in the recruit camp and can go to the battlefield.

This kind of soldier can only be improved in actual combat. Training and the like are just a waste of time for him."

The political commissar on the distant stands said to the military doctor Fabro beside him.

"Bullshit! Don't think I don't know what you want to say. If you don't need training, then you don't need to come to me! Damn it, do you think I don't have to carry a gun as a doctor? To be honest, my previous subordinates were no more aggressive than other soldiers?

The more serious the injuries are, the more firepower there is. They will rush to that place! Don't play tricks on me. I want this soldier. If you don't agree, don't look for me next time you get hurt. Go find the best doctor in the army."

The quartermaster stood behind the two men and smiled without saying a word. Although they were good friends, it was normal for them to have different opinions. It was rare to see two officers fighting over soldiers. It seemed that this guy named Lin Heng was indeed quite capable.

After completing the afternoon training, the top five people were indeed treated preferentially. The corpse starch was replaced with yeast fungal food similar to bread, and there was also a protein bar made of something unknown.

Although it was not delicious, it was at least much more acceptable than the sticky porridge. And, just as Lin Heng was eating the delicacy, the sergeant came over again, threw down an opaque bag and whispered:

"Um... Doctor Fabro."

Lin Heng scratched his head. He thought he could avoid the two of them by going to the recruit camp, but it turned out that they were still fighting openly and secretly here.

When I opened the bag, I found a palm-sized steak inside. Although it was a little cold, I could still smell the aroma of real food.

Of course Lin Heng didn't hesitate. Although he wasn't a picky eater, he could certainly eat good food. He swallowed it in just a few bites without paying attention to the envious looks of the other recruits.

But after eating, I thought that these two people both wanted him as a soldier, so they should be nice to me.