At noon the next day, the third training ground.
The transport plane Adeptus Arbites arrived on time.
When the hatch opened, what Fu Haoran saw was not the soldiers he longed for, but a smell that was mixed with Underhive sludge, inferior grease and sweat, like a manure pit that had been fermented for three months and was exploded.
Fu Haoran subconsciously took a half step back and covered his nose.
The first person to step out of the hatch was a huge silhouette nearly three meters tall, with shoulders so broad that they almost blocked the hatch.
The fabric of the camouflage uniform was stretched to the point of tearing by the knotted muscles, and the trouser legs were shortened by a large amount, exposing the calves covered with hard black horniness.
One, two, three—a total of fifty.
Like a group of ancient people who strayed into the civilized world, they lined up awkwardly in the center of the training ground - if that could be called a queue.
Someone stepped on the shoelace of the right foot with his left foot - if that greasy strip of cloth can be considered a shoelace.
Someone stood there, picking at the mud between their fingernails intently, as if there was no one else around.
Others stared at the wake of the transport plane that had just flown by, opening their mouths and exclaiming "Oh----".
Fu Haoran Cover your nose and you will be dumbfounded.
An officer wearing a Departmento Munitorum uniform trotted over. His salute was as standard as a textbook, but his eyes were too wandering to look at Fu Haoran. His fingers were trembling slightly, and he handed over a piece of Data Pad.
"Report to the Governor! All fifty Ogryn recruits from Wisdom Squad have been handed over! This is the transfer order from Departmento Munitorum."
Fu Haoran takes over from Data Pad, and the bold font in the first line is eye-catching:
[Departmento Munitorum official classification: high-quality heavy assault unit]
[Applicable scenarios: tough battles, wall demolition, heavy-duty transportation]
[Remarks: New recruits have not received systematic military training. It is recommended to equip full-time Commissar for basic socialization guidance.]
At the bottom of the page, there is a line of small words handwritten with an oil-based pen, crookedly. "I wish you good luck.--Valerius·Costa"
The moment Fu Haoran raised his head, the officer had already rushed back to the transport plane. Before the door was completely closed, the engine roared loudly. The transport plane rushed towards the sky as if its butt was on fire, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The training ground was completely quiet.
Fifty pairs of eyes that were so clear that they were almost stupid looked at Fu Haoran.
Those eyes were like a group of oversized puppies waiting to be fed, ignorant and curious.
Fu Haoran looked at the fifty three-meter-high behemoths in front of him, and suddenly remembered the "Adeptus Arbites Temporary Command Authority" that popped up in the system in the morning, and finally understood what "the pit cannot be looked at directly" means.
The door of the closed hut was open, and squatting inside were fifty Ogryns that could smash through the training ground.
A thought flashed through his mind: Just these guys, are you going to bring Underhive to fight Genestealers?
Fu Haoran took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself frantically: It's okay, at least he can be used as a human shield.
He glanced at the Ogryn who were still digging into the mud, and then at the lingering red dots of Genestealers in his mind, and silently lowered his expectations for the "human shield" by half.
It should be possible, right?
Fu Haoran silently added a complaint in his mind: The system was right, it did get the person. But the system didn't say, it was this kind of thing.
His heart skipped a beat and became cold.
"Why does it feel like the sky is falling?!"
In desperation, Fu Haoran stood up on the temporary podium and cleared his throat. "Soldiers! From today on, you fight for me and for Hive City! Glory and courage will accompany you----"
Ogryn all nodded in unison, their eyes shining with wisdom.
"To put it simply, we are going to fight the bad guys." Fu Haoran simplified the statement.
Ogryns nodded in confusion.
"You have merit for defeating bad guys, I will reward you."
Ogryn looked at him encouragingly and continued to nod.
Fu Haoran shut up, they were still nodding.
Fu Haoran looked at the logistics officer, who was expressionless. "Sir, they will nod regardless of whether they understand or not - they are taught in training to respect their officers."
Fu Haoran took a deep breath, inhaling the stench all over his nose, and almost spit it out.
He felt that he was not standing on a training ground, but on the surface of a rotting star core.
"Count!"
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Four! Three! One! Four--rice!"
A sound of rice was mixed into the chaotic numbers, and Fu Haoran covered his face.
"Stop. What are your names?"
"Buck!"
"Didi!"
"Ogg!"
"Grimm!"
The name is simple and perfunctory.
Fu Haoran walked off the podium, only to realize that he only reached their chests.
He reached out and pinched the arm of Ogryn named Tychus. It felt like pinching reinforced concrete.
Only then did Fu Haoran discover that Ogryn was actually a Abhumans that was even larger than those the Emperor angels, and the muscles on its body made Fu Haoran very sure that this Abhumans could compete with Space Marine on the bayonet!
Ogryn named Tychus grinned at Fu Haoran, showing his yellow teeth, and the stench became even stronger.
Fu Haoran When he subconsciously stepped back, he caught a glimpse of a flash of clarity in his eyes, as fast as an illusion, and then was covered by pure innocence.
Fu Haoran returned to the stage, his face turned pale.
It's okay, I'm just about to vomit, it's so smelly!
However, these fools looked at him expectantly, making Fu Haoran completely unable to step down.
Soon, Fu Haoran realized something.
That means fools don't understand what embarrassment is!
Fu Haoran looked at the logistics unit for help, and the leader of the logistics unit walked up to the podium helplessly holding two things.
Fu Haoran's eyes were dazed, because the other person was holding a rice bowl with a diameter of half a meter and a frying spoon that was bigger than his face.
Fu Haoran I am very sure that this thing is definitely not for human use!
No matter how big it is, it can be used as a child's bathtub!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Three loud bangs.
"Let's eat-!"
Ogryn people exploded in an instant, cheering and rushing to the canteen. The ground was stepped on and made a loud thud.
Fifty three-meter-tall giant beasts ran, and the ground shook like an earthquake.
Fu Haoran stood on the empty training ground holding a rice bowl bigger than his head. The wind blew sand and dust all over his face.
Looking at these big guys, no matter how slow Fu Haoran reacts, he can still tell that the so-called reinforcements of those nobles are just trying to laugh at themselves!
Fu Haoran pinched the center of his eyebrows and was about to have a seizure when he suddenly remembered Tychus's reinforced concrete-like arms.
"If this brute force is used properly, demolishing Genestealer's hatchery will be more effective with less effort!"
"Fools will be fools." Fu Haoran looked at the group of giant beasts snatching food, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "At least demolishing the wall does not require explosives."
But there is a problem before us----
Fu Haoran turned around and looked at Wade: "I remember that our new Commissar has arrived. Go and invite him. He will start working today."
Wade was stunned. "So urgent?"
Fu Haoran glanced at the Ogryns who were still fighting for food in the canteen. "If we don't hurry, I'm afraid Commissar will run away first."