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

Chapter 442: Returning Home to Visit Relatives and Robbery on the Road

"Half a month! How's the Lake District Battle going?"

Harold was shocked. He thought he had only slept for a few hours, but who would have thought that such a long time had passed.

The doctor flipped through a pile of files and said casually, "Of course it's over. Just two days ago, your brain was still quite strong. Neither anterograde nor retrograde amnesia appeared. But it's not impossible for it to appear again. But you are much luckier than those other officers."

Harold looked in the direction of the other person's raised chin and saw that the man sitting on the bed had a confused look on his face, and looked like he was thinking about something, but he couldn't get any answer no matter what, as if the memory had dissipated with the wind.

"I... I just remember that I was knocked over by the explosion. It seemed... it seemed like someone pulled me out of the rubble... It seemed... it seemed like... Perkins! Perkins!"

Harold suddenly remembered and stood up, shouting loudly towards the door. The doctor quickly waved his hand to signal him to be quiet, and said that the captain was not dead. He was now assigned by the medical department and was delivering goods to the field hospital, which was a good job.

"Hu..." Harold exhaled, and then asked the doctor: "Do you know the situation of the Battle of the Lake District? Did the Empire take that place?"

"Comrade Colonel, I am a doctor in the Medical Department, not a linesman in the Communications Department. I have many injured people to deal with. If you have any questions, you can try to communicate with others. Maybe you can help them recall the original situation."

The doctor turned and left, leaving Harold, who was depressed, looking at each other with the officers who were still thinking about the past. Looking at their puzzled faces, Harold thought that they were not as clear as he was, so he went to the quartermaster department to see if he could get any news about the Battle of the Lake District.

He walked around the huge field hospital, stopped and walked, had long conversations with the wounded and disabled patients, and finally he had a general understanding of the situation.

They were ambushed by the orcs. Most should not have appeared in the lake area, but coincidentally, the other side was waiting for everyone's arrival, so that all the troops that were deployed earlier were sacrificed without exception.

The Astartes who were doing the decapitation mission also suffered quite serious damage, with half of the company even disappearing, so they could only cooperate with Riza to cultivate gene seeds.

Basically every hour, a dozen or so regiments of the Astra Militarum were thrown into the meat grinder-like area, and the flowing blood even dyed the lake water a dark red.

It was not until the next day that the assembled knight families finally showed their prowess. However, the orc iron army that also heard the news was just as powerful. It was said that more than a thousand fighter planes crashed in the center of the lake.

And the most crucial thing is that when the balance of victory was gradually tilting towards the Empire, the orc general stopped fighting and allowed the human army to occupy the buildings in the lake area, then withdrew and detonated the buried bombs.

The huge explosion overturned the lake, flattened the city area, and left behind a patch of bumpy lowland, into which the lake water flowed back. Millions of soldiers died without a burial place, and as many as fifteen or sixteen knights fell to their knees.

Fortunately, Harold was hit by a shell in advance and was able to retreat to the rear, otherwise he would have become nutrients to nourish the mushrooms.

"Captain, you finally woke up. I had such a hard time looking for you."

Perkins's hearty voice interrupted Harold's thoughts. He quickly turned around and saw that this soldier, who was promoted by him, risked his own life to save him. He really owed him more and more favors.

"Parkins, your arm..."

Harold's smile froze on his face. He watched as Perkins' left arm also disappeared. Unlike his mechanical arm with distinct fingers, it was replaced by a crudely made bracket that was barely usable.

"Your arm."

"Ah, Captain, it's okay. It's not like you're awake. Everything is normal. I'm so happy to see you wake up. You've been unconscious for half a month."

Perkins quickly explained the previous situation, but Harold already understood it roughly, so he interrupted him and asked him to find out when he could return to the battlefield.

When he said this, Perkins clapped his hands suddenly, but he forgot that his left arm had been replaced with a metal one. The "pop" sound made him feel so painful that tears came out.

"Hiss, hahaha, good news, Captain. Very good news. Didn't you join the killing team to destroy the target and return successfully? The Military Affairs Department has completed the approval process for your city leave form. I just signed it on your behalf. In other words, you can go back to the Hive City and take a seven-day vacation!"

Harold didn't expect that he could jump so fast. His hands suddenly grabbed Perkins' shoulders, and his muscles were so tense that they were about to break. He couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Captain...Captain...it hurts, Captain."

"Sorry, sorry." Harold quickly loosened his hands and tried to calm himself. When Perkins handed him a divorce letter, he took the paper tremblingly, and his artificial eye automatically translated it.

"I can go home... I can go home... I can go home! I can go home! Wife, children, I'm here to find you, you must still be alive! Wait for me to come home!"

Harold was like a madman. He looked around, not knowing what he was looking for. His body was half squatting and half standing, moving up and down, as if he was about to run away. However, after moving for a long time, he didn't know where to run.

"Perkins, how do I get to Hive City 11?"

Perkins learned his lesson this time. He patted his chest and said happily, "I'm running the freight line of Hive City No. 11. I can take you there!"

Damn it, Harold felt his whole body relax. He looked at the statue of the God-Emperor in the center of the hospital square, wondering if that majestic being holding the giant sword really gave him real protection.

"Thank you, thank you... and thank you Perkins, you are my true brother."

Without further ado, Perkins immediately boarded the sand ship and headed for Hive City No. 5, while Harold sat in the passenger seat and looked at the endless yellow sand.

Different directions and different purposes changed his perspective on everything. His peaceful state of mind made him feel that the scenery seemed much more beautiful. It was the first time he felt that the sea of ​​sand at sunset was so beautiful.

"However, this is something that many people want but cannot get. It took more than two months to get the approval news, and it took a lot more time to send it to the chaotic front line. The warriors who completed the task could not wait for the review to be completed. This is really unacceptable."

The sunset was beautiful but it was almost dusk. Harold felt sad for the soldiers who could not return home, but this was war, this was the inevitable fact, the painful truth...

Perkins, who was driving the sand boat, was moved by Harold's sad face. He didn't want to make his benefactor so sad, so he tried to comfort him:

"Don't talk about these things, Captain. This is all arranged by the Emperor of God. For the sake of the sacrificed and the living, you should enjoy this hard-earned vacation and stop thinking too much.

Since I served in the army under you, I haven't heard you talk about your wife and daughter. Instead, I only saw you smiling secretly while holding the canvas. Please tell me about them."

Harold felt relieved when he heard this. Recalling the smiles of his wife and daughter, he immediately smiled and sighed.

"Your sister-in-law is the best at making stews. I guarantee you will be fascinated after eating them. Haha, look at this painting again. This is a painting my third daughter drew for me. How wonderful...

They may have encountered some misfortunes, but I believe that there will be no problem. We have survived so many difficulties, and the Emperor will not protect only me."

Perkins nodded in agreement, and then asked about the location of the ecological farm. Harold recalled the situation of the H-053 ecological farm, and suddenly he couldn't remember the location.

"Hiss... isn't it... Tsk... I remember... Ouch... It seems... It's broken, why can't I remember it all of a sudden... Ah!"

As Harold was trying to recall the geographical location of the farm, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the twitching sensation in his brain made him lie down under the seat.

This situation scared Perkins. The team leader was already in the observation period, and he couldn't stop him from leaving. Besides, vacations were time-limited, so it would be too late if he didn't leave.

"Captain...Captain, are you okay?"

Harold panted heavily, with beads of sweat dripping down his nose onto the seat. Fortunately, the pain came and went quickly. He shook his head and said in relief:

"It's okay... maybe it's the sequelae of hitting my head too many times... I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth, wrapped himself in his military uniform, leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

"Well, we will arrive at Hive City No. 11 tomorrow morning. We can directly ask the marshals from the Ministry of Justice. They will definitely know the answer."

Perkins also comforted the other person, then turned on the automatic driving and lay down to rest.

When the morning sun shone on the yellow sand from the horizon, the outline of Hive City No. 11 in the distance gradually became clear. Perkins woke up and immediately woke up Harold to tell him the exciting news.

"Captain, Captain, wake up, we are about to reach the Hive City."

"arrive?"

Harold rubbed his right eye, and the artificial eye on his left immediately enlarged layer by layer. The details of the hive city were immediately imprinted in his mind.

"Haha, we're finally here, let's..."

"Oh!"

Just as the two were about to cheer, the sand boat behind them suddenly shook, as if something hit it.

Harold quickly stuck his head out and saw several sand boats rushing towards him in the flying dust, shooting nail guns with grappling hooks at the sand boats.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Damn it, why the hell are there still bandits here? Perkins, full speed ahead, are there any guns on the boat?"

"Yes, there is a laser pistol in the hand box."

Harold took out his laser pistol and fired at the approaching bandits. He was very adept at dealing with orcs, so it was unlucky for these bandits to run into him.

The red light blew away the sand, and the rolling bodies rolled it up again. However, the sacrifice of people could not stop their idea of ​​plundering. As long as they could plunder the resources of an entire sand ship, they could recruit more people.

Two sand boats chased from both sides and fired shotguns at the cabin doors. Hundreds of lead bullets shattered the windows and punctured the doors, making Harold curse loudly.

He kicked the hatch open, causing the sand boat to roll and explode. He activated the magnetic soles of his boots and ran on the sand boat. The sand bandits who had just climbed onto the boat were shot down by him and rolled into the yellow sand before they could gain a firm foothold.

Perkins turned the steering wheel sharply, but the bandits on the sand boat reacted quickly. With the nimble boat and the opponent's sophisticated positioning technique, they managed to dodge the attack narrowly.

Then the opponent gave up the sand boat and jumped onto the boat, grabbing the window frame and kicked Perkins down. Perkins was also tough, holding the opponent's neck with his backhand and strangling him to suffocation.

After Harold dealt with the others with a few punches and kicks, and watched the bandits on the sand boat fleeing away, he quickly returned to the cab, slapped the bandit in the face, and beat him up under his feet.

"You're fucking stealing things from the military. Are you blind or what? Can't you see the skull and crossbones logo on it?"

The iron fist was covered with blood and minced meat. The warriors who had survived the sea of ​​fire and swords were much more indifferent to life than these bandits, but their struggle was not to protect these beasts.

"Damn it, you can't die so easily. When you get to the hive, take you to the prison of the Ministry of Justice. Then I will make sure you come to my place and become a member of the Penal Corps, so that you can see a real battlefield!"

As Harold spoke, he beat the bandit hard, almost knocking him unconscious. The bandit stretched out his hand to grab his collar, but he spat and broke his index finger.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Captain, I saw the transport ship of the Ministry of Justice. It's only been two minutes since I sent out the distress signal. They came pretty quickly."

"Then just hand this guy over to them and ask them where the ecological farm is."

The transport ship with the scale logo slowly landed. After the hatch was opened, a large number of marshals armed with improved grenade launchers quickly got off the ship and surrounded the sand ship as if they were some kind of stowaways.

"Hello, Colonel. Did you encounter any bandits on the road?"

"Of course we met. Didn't you receive the distress signal I sent and come to help us?"

"Of course not. We received a notification from the police inside that we were going to catch all the bandits in one fell swoop."

"Ah, then there's no need to bother you. They've already been dealt with by the two of us."

"Is everything resolved?"

"Oh, there's still one left. Remember to send him to the Penal Corps. I want to see what he looks like on the battlefield. Damn, he drives the sand boat pretty well. It reminds me of my brother Jackson." Harold said with his hands on his hips.

The bailiffs were shocked and looked at the bandit on the ground. The way he lifted up his clothes to look for the pattern in the tattoo seemed like he knew him and wanted to confirm his identity.

The bandit raised his arm with great effort and gasped weakly:

"I... am the insider... and... which Jackson are you talking about..."