"Let's talk about [Lion]."

"Have you seen him?"

"I saw him once, and he gave me the impression that he was as terrifying as a man-eating beast god."

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Sergeant Latobis of the 23rd Kranos Infantry Regiment was guarding an almost abandoned trench alone. He felt hungry, sleepy, and nightmare-like cold.

Sergeant Latopis grabbed his raincoat and pulled it hard. He felt that the temperature of his skin was dropping rapidly. This was not a good thing. He had seen soldiers who froze to death. Their

His face was as ferocious as a legendary savage.

The sergeant's ten fingers were all red from the cold, and he couldn't even lift the automatic gun smoothly. He sniffed, sucked the big and sticky snot back into his nasal cavity, and let out a

There was a disgusting sound of mucus rubbing and rolling.

But he didn't care about such trivial matters. Lathobis's body was shivering involuntarily in the freezing cold temperature. His eyes wandered among the puddles in the trench that were slowly freezing, and finally returned to his eyes.

There was a crude instrument placed there. At a glance, it was obvious that it was a completely industrial product, but this did not prevent Latobis from serving it like a queen.

After all, apart from the automatic gun next to him, the automatic heater that he got after begging his grandfather to tell his grandmother is already the most valuable thing in Sergeant Latobis's body. It is even more valuable than his own life.

.

The sergeant looked at the little thing in front of him enthusiastically, as if he were looking at a hot girl - no, no matter how hot the girl was, she couldn't compare to it. His stiff fingers reached into his shirt.

Inside, under the rainproof leather jacket, he put on another layer of outer clothing, and underneath that was the furry military uniform, and inside the military uniform was another layer of the warmest and best sweater, which he wore from his own body.

The only thing I brought out from my hometown had not been washed for several months and exuded a disgusting stench of wool and sweat.

Latopis put down his lunch and opened the package, only to see a dark mass inside, as if it had been kneaded many times.

"Don't listen to those people farting... [Lion], I actually saw it once. My captain was not dead at that time. He once performed meritorious service and went with a group of people to meet [Lion]

], I followed."

A few days later, Tigray, holding the rank of second lieutenant, came to the trenches of the 23rd Kranos Regiment. Along with him came a large number of recruits and stragglers from other regiments. The regiment was soon filled again.

Members - at least that's what it seemed like, and then they were kicked into this barren desert world and forgotten in the cold wind for two full years.

Latopis handled all this carefully. He first pulled off the lid completely and put it aside, and then carefully placed his cans in the automatic heating machine. It was like a young man

The father held his son in his arms for the first time, and a feeling of excitement, joy and even some fear overflowed involuntarily.

"Isn't it true that his father is the emperor, the emperor?"

"And the people around him, those guys called the Angel of Death, they are all the same. They don't say a word, they just look at you, and you will have cramps in your legs and can't stand. I guess,

All the relatives and friends of that [Lion] are also like this."

"Why did you come to join the army?"

Latobis instinctively straightened his back to make himself look as respectful as possible: unlike himself, a sergeant who was picked up for free, Tigray was actually a second lieutenant who was promoted through military service, and was even once the captain's guard.

.

"When I went to work the next day, the radio started shouting about "for the empire, for the emperor", and then a few days later, people came from above to recruit people to join the army in the factory. They gave money, then

They really gave us money! Those with guns were there watching the money being given to us."

"I……"

But Sergeant Latopis didn't care about this. He cared more about what he had on hand. With stiff fingers, he carefully took out a box of round tin cans from the inner pocket of his clothes. The outer shell of the tin can was covered with green

The paint was sprayed haphazardly, and words such as [Standard Ration—Type IV] could be vaguely seen on it.

"The factory director was quite kind and advanced money to rescue my brother, but he couldn't get a job and could only stay at home. I can't afford to raise two of them by myself, and I had a headache at the time.

One day, our area of ​​the sky was suddenly covered by a large group of black shadows - well, it was those spaceships."

At that time, their legion was not in this damn desert, but in a strange place called the Forge World, where there were huge factories and furnaces with billowing smoke everywhere, and there were some strange-looking guys walking around.

"Second Lieutenant, there is something I have been wanting to ask."

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Latobis devoured the pieces of meat, and then licked his oily fingers with endless interest. After licking them one by one, he picked up his lunch, although it didn't look good and was cold.

, but he still ate greedily.

He hooked the tab and opened it. The inside of the tin can was filled with a flesh-colored mixture, and dark brown solids like stones could be vaguely seen. To be honest, this combination looked a bit disgusting.

"Second Lieutenant, have you seen that [Lion]? What is he really like? I heard people say that he can be ten meters tall, stronger than a tank, and can fly. He will shoot anyone who doesn't like him.

His head."

"Uh...For what?"

"It's not that exaggerated, but if it's five or six meters, I think it's there. I was quite far away at the time and couldn't see carefully, but he was indeed very tall and very strong. At first glance, he really looked like a tank. Could it be?

I didn’t know he could fly, and I didn’t see him have wings.”

"The officer who captured me saw that I had nothing, so he gave me a few coins, but as soon as I got on the ship... it was spent."

Tigre laughed. He patted La Tobis on the shoulder, then took the wine bottle away, and drank a few more sips. The two of them drank the wine bottle one by one, and they

Looking up, I could only see a gray sky exuding all kinds of unspeakable stench.

He devoured it, feeling the warmth of joy emanating from his pupils.

"How does it taste? These are cured meats made by my mother herself. They are much better than the bullshit military food given out by those bastards."

"If you really want to say it...it should be extremely scary."

"The temperature has dropped sharply in the past two days. You have to be careful to keep warm. The people at the medical department said that their place is full. Many people have suffered from frostbite in the past two days, and some have trench foot. Just look at it.

I don’t have long to live.”

"I have had no parents since I was a child, and we don't pay much attention to factory directors there. We pay attention to masters and knight masters. I was picked up by our master from the roadside. I was almost starving to death at the time. The master was kind-hearted, so he gave me

He took it back and fed me and clothed me. When I grew up, I followed the master doing odd jobs and running errands."

"Lion...?"

Tigray touched his coat pocket, which contained his letters from home, his most precious thing.

It should be edible.

"Scary?"

Lathobis scratched his head, took a sip, and then spoke slowly.

"You want to fart!"

The sound of eating echoed in the trench until Tigre stroked the letter, carefully folded it, and put it in his inner pocket. The second lieutenant wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he searched his pockets and couldn't find any.

No.

Well, during this time, in order to shape Zhuang Sen, I kept changing my perspective to set him up. I'm not sure if you can adapt to it. If not, you can tell me.

"Is he really ten meters tall?"

And just as he was rubbing his head and nose, an equally dirty figure rushed into the trench and galloped towards La Tobis.

"I originally lived in my hometown, with an old woman above me and a brother below me. I didn't have a wife or children, but it was no problem for me and my brother to work together to support my mother. Until my brother went to work once

The leg got caught in the machine."

Latopis is concerned about another point.

"I thought about it, I would never be able to earn that kind of money if I kept working for the rest of my life, and my brother was also a reliable person, so I thought, I might as well join the army, take the money, and let my brother give our mother a funeral, and the rest would be

Maybe it will be enough for him to find a wife and renew his incest, but he will die anyway, so where does he die?"

"Ah...that's it...then Lieutenant, why are you here? Is it really...for the emperor?"

"What about you, boy, how did you get here?"

But it doesn’t matter. There is a stench everywhere in the trenches: whether it’s the rotting corpses outside, the supplies soaked in sewage, the bodies that haven’t been washed for too long, or even the gray-haired animal in the corner that is starving to death and resembles a mouse.

, and the urine secretly peed by the watchman last night. They all stink. Stink is a theme in the trenches.

But for Latropis, this was not a bad thing. After the officer recovered a little, he immediately promoted Latropis from private to sergeant, and said he would take him with him.

Tigray took out a small wine bottle, took a sip, and then threw it to Latopis, muttering some unpleasant words about the logistics department.

"Second Lieutenant Tigray, it's you."

"The Milky Way is so big, who can say for sure."

"There are no supplies and no reinforcements. When I passed by the headquarters today, I heard the group of messengers on motorcycles say that our legion's request for help was rejected again, and only a few supplies and ammunition were given. Those bastards at the rear

, I’d really rather we all freeze to death and starve to death.”

This is real meat!

Later, he heard that the defeat eventually turned into a collapse that almost swept the entire world. It was not until the intervention of the legendary angels of death that the situation was contained. It was said that the generals and commanders who commanded the battle were all shot to death.

When the 23rd Kranos Regiment was counted afterwards, only about one-fifteenth of the men successfully ran back.

This question obviously bothered Tigray. He scratched his head, then scratched his chin, and finally simply waved his hand, patted his clothes, and answered with abandon.

They said it was canned meat mixed with some beneficial plant stems and artificial substances, but he wasn't sure, didn't know, and didn't care.
To be continued...