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

12 hours passed quickly. This time the sergeant did not kick the door open. Instead, he pushed it open and stood at the door reciting a prayer. Although the recruits did not know what was going on, they made sure to get up and get ready.

Then the sergeant gave each man a small piece of parchment filled with various prayers that could be recited in battle, when mentally vulnerable, when under bombardment, and at any time and any place.

"Everyone repeat after me!"

"I swear to be faithful and steadfast. If I ever change my mind, I wish my soul would fall into the netherworld."

So in the days that followed, I started training by reciting prayers once in the morning and once in the evening.

Other training continued, including target shooting, fighting, learning slogans, memorizing enemy intelligence, and the use and maintenance of firearms.

It can be said that Lin Heng also learned it systematically again, and helped his members to study from time to time. The monitors of other classes even came to Lin Heng embarrassedly, hoping that he could teach them about fighting, and Lin Heng gladly accepted it.

So the days passed one by one, and everyone's mentality gradually became stable, the daily prayers eased, and many people even had expectations, and even prayed in low voices during the training process.

On the tenth day after everyone boarded the ship and became new recruits of the White Shield Regiment, the sergeant announced a piece of news.

"White Shield Platoon 1, that is, most of you have received rewards, and the food you eat is no longer the hard-to-swallow thick porridge, but there are still many people who have not made any progress. So the political commissar came up with a solution. That is tug-of-war to decide the fate of the entire platoon!"

In the huge training ground, all the equipment had been moved away, leaving only a hemp rope as thick as a wrist, with a metal Astra Militarum emblem hanging in the middle.

Lin Heng understood what this was going to do at a glance. This time it was a confrontation between rows. The loser would return to the fate of drinking thick porridge, while the winner would be rewarded and everyone could taste the aroma of real food.

This really excited everyone. The feeling of putting one's fate firmly in the hands of others was really nerve-wracking. Even those who usually didn't express their opinions were talking a lot at this moment.

The five squad leaders gathered together and discussed how to deal with the situation. Everyone expressed their own opinions and was determined to add steak to their plates.

Lin Heng was naturally at the front, and the remaining four squad leaders each led their teams in a row. The sergeant stepped forward and recited a prayer for everyone, wishing them increased strength.

After all, this was not just about rewards, it was also about the honor of being a recruit instructor, and about the honor between the White Shield Platoon. If they won, it would not only make the other recruit platoons hold their heads high.

Even the sergeants were arrogant when they saw other sergeants. This was a matter of men's strange desire to win, so how could they not grasp it well? The sergeants didn't even need to explain how important this matter was. Everyone was ready to sharpen their knives.

"White Shields, get in position!"

"White Shield three rows in position!"

Fifty people and fifty pairs of eyes looked at each other, sending messages to each other, as if a silent battle had begun. In their minds, everyone was savoring the fruits of victory and would certainly not give up easily.

"Everyone, take your positions!" the political commissar raised his right hand and signaled.

One hundred men grabbed the hemp ropes with burning eyes, and the non-commissioned officers on both sides also exchanged glances. Everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the order.

"start!"

The political commissar waved his right hand and gave an order. The field immediately erupted in roars, and the spectators around shouted and clapped their hands to cheer!

"Pull! Pull! Pull!"

"Push harder! Push back! Use force!"

"Don't lose to them! If you lose, not only will you eat something bad, but I'll also make you run 20 kilometers, fully equipped!"

"Yeah, me too, Mr. Idiot, you better pull harder! Pull! Pull!"

The two non-commissioned officers were more anxious than anyone else. This was a matter of face for both of them, and would be a topic of gossip in the future. The loser would naturally be inferior to the winner. They wanted to join the battle.

Amid the roar, Lin Heng sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. Although his strength was not as strong as Ogrin's, it also gave his team the advantage.

Loud roars, distorted faces, bulging veins, bulging muscles, everyone was using all their might. Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Heng immediately opened his mouth and shouted slogans.

Sergeant Montgomery immediately followed suit and shouted, conveying the message to his own soldiers.

“1、2、拉！1、2、拉！1、2、拉！...”

The Star Army symbol with a winged skull kept approaching Lin Heng's side. The three rows on the opposite side gradually lost their composure, and the lack of consistent force gradually pulled them towards the red line.

No matter how loudly the enemy's non-commissioned officers shouted, or even prayed, they were unable to stop their defeat.

"Plop, plop..." White Shield Row 1 took down White Shield Row 3.

"We won!" Fifty-one people instantly burst into roars of victory. Everyone hugged each other without any distractions, enjoying the joy of victory together.

The sergeant even hugged Mr. Idiot and rubbed his head hard.

"Okay, okay, the winners don't need to be happy, and the losers don't need to be discouraged. Since it's a competition, we have to decide the first, second, and third place. The rest of the competition is still waiting for you!" said the political commissar.

So the sergeant hurriedly led his men away, and the rest of the recruits came on stage one after another.

"Very good, everyone. We got off to a good start. My teachings to you have paid off. Remember to be cruel to yourself, and the enemy won't be able to do anything to you!"

"Yes, sir!"

14 platoons of recruits fight each other, and each person has to play 14 games, and the team with the most wins will be selected.

So from morning till night, everyone kept fighting, but after 13 battles in a row, even the sergeant who was just shouting was exhausted, and from time to time he could be heard grunting to clear his throat.

Not to mention the group of new recruits who had been fighting all the time. Even Lin Heng was out of breath and sat on the ground, not wanting to get up.

Ordinary people like Mr. Idiot have long lost strength in their arms and can't even lift a spoon to eat.

Their palms had long been rubbed with blood marks by the rough hemp ropes, and almost everyone had blood blisters on their hands. But even so, they still held on to their last breath, not for anything else, just for themselves!

"The last round! Everyone, take your positions!"

One hundred people groaned softly, and their palms that were supporting themselves on the ground were left with sweaty handprints. The teammates around them supported each other and walked together towards the hemp rope that had become a little damp.

"Sergeant...please help me wrap it around my arm. I have no strength left in my arm. I...I don't want to lose!"

Mr. Idiot said, and when the sergeant saw the other party like this, he immediately saluted, and Mr. Idiot raised his arm with difficulty to salute in return.

"Anyway, you've proven yourself. My name is Montgomery, what's your name, soldier?"

"My...my name is Itano Calvino!"

Everyone was encouraged by the sergeant, and everyone seemed to be reborn. If their arms were weak, they would just wrap the rope around their bodies. Anyway, we are going to fight! Don't underestimate a man's desire to win!

"Ahem... White Shields, get in position in a row!"

"White Shield platoon 14... ahem... in position!"

"start!"

"pull!!!"

Everyone let out a final roar. The ropes were instantly stretched straight. The double-winged skull that represented the emblem of the Astra Militarum clanked back and forth between the ropes, moving equally to the left and to the right.

Even though the two non-commissioned officers had shouted themselves hoarse, they were still raising their arms and shouting, making a last gamble as if they had to fight now or when. Itano's arms were even tangled and turned purple.

But he bit the hemp rope again, and his bloodshot eyes expressed his uncompromising spirit.

Everyone held their breath with pride and refused to admit defeat!

"Swish swish..."

Suddenly, perhaps because of the blood, the hemp rope became slippery. In addition, everyone's arms were weak, and the rope was suddenly pulled away. Even if everyone held on tightly, they could not stop the rope from flying towards each other.

"Thump thump thump"

At the moment the force was released, everyone fell backwards suddenly. The winged skull representing the symbol of the Star Army flew upwards and landed on Lin Heng with a "ding-dong" sound.

The commissar raised his arms and shouted, "White Shield Platoon wins!"

"yeah!!!"

The soldiers jumped up suddenly, and their tired bodies burst into new energy at this moment. Everyone hugged each other, and Itano even hugged Sergeant Montgomery and cried.

The hearts of more than fifty people were united as they celebrated the joy of victory with each other. The previous conflicts also disappeared at this moment. Lin Heng was elected to the center by everyone, thinking that this was probably the power of teamwork.

In the end, the White Shield platoon won the game with fourteen wins, and the sergeant's smile didn't even fade when he watched everyone receiving treatment.

When he saw several other military doctors, he smiled and came forward to hand them cigarettes, which made them give the sergeant an injection, which finally made him shut up.

When it was dinner time, the soldiers in the row of White Shields no longer had sticky porridge on their plates. Instead, they had steaming steaks and buttery bread.

Those guys who had been living a life of luxury before now felt that such simple food was so delicious and that what they had done before was a waste.

Everyone recited a silent prayer of gratitude, thanking the Emperor for his gift and for giving them the courage to defeat the enemy.

At night, when everyone was preparing to fetch water to wash their bodies, the door was kicked open again and everyone immediately stood at attention.

Sergeant Montgomery came in with a towel and a bathtub, and waved his arm to signal his soldiers to follow him.

Everyone looked around, smiled, picked up their toiletries and followed. Along the way, Montgomery looked at everyone with his nose raised and walked with great vigor.

The new recruits behind him were also full of vigor and confidence, totally different from how they looked when they first arrived.

"White Shield Team 1 is here to take a shower, the defeated ones should make way!

My teammates! Take a hot bath tonight, rub yourselves hard, and show others what a champion looks like tomorrow!"

Everyone filed in and enjoyed their first hot bath.

"Itano, come and rub your commander's back!"

"Yes, sir!"