The war at the front was unimaginably brutal. Hundreds of thousands of lives vanished every second, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were thrown back onto the battlefield every second.
And what about Lin Fan and his 37th Regiment? What role did they play in this war?
Were they fighting bloody battles on the front lines, struggling desperately beneath T'au artillery fire?
Had they infiltrated a clan headquarters, attacking through swarms of drones and battlesuits?
No. They had not even gone to the front lines. They were currently resting at a newly constructed Imperial supply center.
According to Lin Fan, his and Cain's traits meant that wherever they appeared would become the key point of the entire war zone. So Lin Fan was not particularly concerned about whether they were at the front or in the rear. There was no need for them to seek out the enemy; the enemy would naturally come looking for them.
And this planet, converted into a supply center, was indeed important. It bore the vital task of receiving transport ships from the worlds behind them and dispatching them to the front. Vast quantities of supplies were stockpiled here, awaiting the next batch of transports assigned to the expeditionary fleet.
Lin Fan sat atop a sandbag, holding a flask of clean water. The mead Space Wolves had given him had long since run out. He watched the Adeptus Mechanicus' massive construction machines carve through mountains and level the land, completing hundreds of square kilometers of construction within minutes.
The broad cargo zones were piled with containers as high as mountains. Lin Fan could not even be bothered to imagine how much weight the containers at the very bottom had to bear.
It seemed a new cargo zone had just been completed. A massive shield enveloped