From the landing point, pass through a steep canyon covered with coral rocks.
Widths of fluorescent dust were licking the edge of the canyon. Although it was close to the sea, the land was still cracked and dry due to the impact of chaos on the planetary environment. At first glance, the field of view was filled with wide and collapsed dunes mixed with quartz sand.
Of course, death is also indispensable.
White substances that are bleached or baked are everywhere, just like bones exposed to the sun for many years.
Seeing these, the Kadians are not surprised, because most of the environments on the Kadian planet are like this. This is the consequence of the power of chaos, and it is also something they hate deeply and must be eradicated.
Hundreds of armored vehicles of various types were driving at low speeds like a group of industrial monsters on the path of red rocks. The vertical exhaust pipes kept coughing out blue exhaust gas. The armored cab kept shaking as the vehicle moved, and countless fog lights installed on the fenders, radiator grilles and barbed bumpers showed a smile like monsters' eyes.
The 99th Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the Cadian has 9 infantry companies, each of which has 8 Chimera armored vehicles, 2 Hellhound tanks and 2 Bison armored vehicles.
At the same time, the regiment also has a reconnaissance company equipped with 8 sentinel mechas, one artillery company, three petrified lizard self-propelled cannons, twenty mortars, and an engineer company, equipped with at least 10 bison armored vehicles.
From the perspective of organization, it is almost the top-notch that the Star Army Infantry Regiment can achieve.
Therefore, during the march, they were not very worried about the enemy's appearance, or they wanted the enemy to come to their door.
Colonel Dro Arcate sat in his command car, using the data board to check the latest combat news, while the driver was fighting the vehicle's bulky half-moon steering wheel.
There were also priests, correspondents, medics and other people in the car. The priest was sitting in the passenger seat and was looking out from the window in the cab.
The two of them were sweating profusely in the engine heat under their feet. The driver then lowered the armor plate covering the window and opened the metal vents, hoping to let the cool breeze outside blow away the heat in the room. However, at this time, the outside of the car was as high as 40 degrees and everything was almost burned.
Occasionally, the engine will spray hot oil from the gasket and spray it at the two of them through the grille in the front of the cab.
Unless it has been specially modified, there are few air conditioners in the vehicle of the Empire. After all, for the Ministry of Military Affairs, it is a routine to save as much as possible, and the mechanical education does not consider the concept of human-machine efficacy. After all, in their concept, the high temperature that the machine servant can tolerate is tolerated by normal people.
The priest leaned back to his worn leather seat and looked up at the hatch door on the cab ceiling.
"That Oglin is still on it?"
The driver nodded while turning the steering wheel. The two of them were already accustomed to the violent shaking and shaking of the truck.
"Maybe I'm still leaping on the hatch door like a dog and poking my head out to enjoy the baptism of the strong wind."
"I'm too hot."
Suddenly, the huge body of the Oglin Guard, Celestial Tooth, climbed down from the ladder at the top hatch and inserted directly into the conversation between the two.
Most Oglins cannot express their ideas well, but there are also relatively smart individuals, who either become the "smart heads" of the leader of Oglin's squad or become bodyguards for officers.
As everyone recognizes, Oglin is a very good bodyguard candidate because they are loyal, determined, and difficult to defeat.
In this position, Oglin has only one task, which is to protect the target officers, whether they are in the line of fire or slaughtering all enemies close to them to achieve this goal, they are priceless guardians in battle.
In the Astral Army officer class, it is an honor to be able to get the escort of an Oglin bodyguard. Usually, Oglin will form a commando or interceptor, and the senior officer cannot force an Oglin to work for himself. Only these clumsy submen are focused on a specific human for unknown reasons, especially when that human is showing goodwill to them, will he voluntarily become the guardian of that person, and this connection is unbreakable.
For example, when Colonel Dro Akat was also the company commander, he rescued the Big Gold Teeth, who was in charge of the rear of the palace, from the pile of corpses in a fire, and the two formed an unbreakable friendship.
The huge Oglin made the already narrow crew cabin even more crowded. Standing at the back of the cab, he had to hold a railing firmly to support himself when the vehicle was bumping.
It's not because he can't stand firmly, but that all Oglins are born with claustrophobia, and staying in a small cabin will make them very uneasy.
"But it's not very cool outside, and the nose is smelly."
Big Gold Teeth complained.
“The weather is terrible too.”
"It's terrible, this place has been abandoned by the Emperor."
The driver muttered an unrespectful word.
"What did you say?"
The priest on the side turned his head and asked keenly.
At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a judge.
The driver was so scared that he didn't move. He glanced at the colonel in the rearview mirror, and the other party was still looking at the data board.
Oglin seemed to have noticed the movement in the cab and stretched out his head curiously
The huge body is frightening, afraid of angering the giant, allowing him to unconsciously release his terrifying power.
"I...I didn't say anything."
"No, you said, you said something about the God Emperor and some bad things."
"I seem to hear it, too."
The driver slowly turned his head to face this huge Oglin.
"Da Jinya, don't join in. I have no malice, I'm just kidding."
“So those are bad things.”
"Yes...yes, but it's just a joke."
"never mind."
The colonel raised his head and said lightly:
"This time I just thought it was an unintentional mistake. After the war, I took ten whips and kept my big mouth in check. You have to be glad that the political commissar is not here this time, otherwise I will not be able to protect you."
The pastor sat back in the chair again, and the driver smiled bitterly, realizing that he was such a fool.
The convoy continued to move towards Fort 7 and was only ten kilometers away from the destination.
The 99th Mechanized Infantry Regiment of Cadian rumbled through a wide crack and began to cross an open wasteland, with the heat from the surface twisting the horizon ahead.
A bison armored vehicle was walking in the front of the team. The soldier who operated the double automatic cannon on the roof was smoking. His nose was covered by a forward cloak to prevent wind and sand, and he also wore insulated goggles.
At this time, a motorcycle was parked next to the truck, and the driver then pulled down the dust mask and coughed up the wind and sand that surged into his throat.
"Do you feel anything?"
He turned around and said to the gunner on the roof of the car.
Chapter completed!