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

Chapter 107: A Little Trick to Eat at the Banquet

"Reporting to the commander, a rebel transport vehicle is heading towards the pass, please tell us whether to open fire!" asked the signalman.

The officer who was looking at the map raised his head in confusion and said:

"A rebel transport vehicle? Could it be carrying explosives? Take me there immediately!"

The two men left in a hurry and climbed up the watchtower. The officer then saw through the telescope the vehicle that was approaching at high speed, with dust flying behind it, as if it was coming with bad intentions.

"All weapons loaded! Aim for the incoming vehicles."

Lin Heng happened to see the pass in the distance and immediately realized that he was approaching the Star Army’s camp.

Well, I'll just come clean and stop pretending. I've been trying to deceive these rebel leaders along the way until I'm almost at a loss for words. How am I supposed to know where this ship is going? It's good enough that I can tell the directions of east, south, west and north.

So Lin Heng immediately pressed the horn, and the sound of "beep...beep...beep...beep" reached the Star Army guards, which sounded particularly strange.

"Sir, shall we shoot immediately?"

"Wait a minute, this sounds familiar... like some kind of secret code. Hey! Have you learned this?" the officer shouted to the soldiers below.

Seeing that they all shook their heads, he turned around and signaled the soldiers to fire a shot into the air.

"Oh!"

"*, haven't you learned the secret code?" Lin Heng scolded.

"Soldier, what are you talking about? Why are there gunshots!" shouted the rebel general in the carriage.

"You're yelling, you're driving."

Without waiting for the people in the car to ask again, Lin Heng fastened his seat belt and turned the steering wheel sharply. The entire transport vehicle began to sway instantly.

Everyone in the carriage was caught off guard and collided directly with the people on the opposite side.

Lin Heng hit them left and right, and everyone was hit left and right. Suddenly, the carriage was in chaos. The general was about to curse when someone sat on his face.

"What the hell are these rebels doing? Everyone, be alert!"

Lin Heng wandered around for more than ten minutes until he heard various vomiting sounds coming from inside. Then he walked in a straight line and turned on the loudspeaker in the car to identify himself.

Lin Heng got out of the car and lay on the hood with his hands raised. The soldiers of the Star Army came forward, searched him and handcuffed him.

"There are rebel leaders in the carriage. Be careful, there are people with guns inside. Cuff them first."

After getting the confirmation from the officer, the soldier opened the door carefully, and a pungent smell immediately came out. The leading soldier frowned and stepped back repeatedly, fearing that the dripping liquid would stain his body.

“Ugh…Ugh…”

The officer's eyes widened. The other party was indeed a rebel general. The rank on his clothes could not deceive anyone. So he quickly asked someone to handcuff him and untied Lin Heng.

"Thank you, thank you. This small thing is just a token of my respect." Lin Heng said as he pulled out the rebel general's pistol and handed it to the guard officer.

The other party also smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

The officer then sent two soldiers to follow Lin Heng to the camp, one for supervision and the other in the hope of making some money.

An hour later, Lin Heng finally returned to the camp.

At this time, because the rebels on the front line were leaderless, the last line of defense was quickly broken by the Astra Militarum.

But they only caught low-ranking officers, while the big fish disappeared without a trace.

Lin Heng took off the rebel armor on his body to avoid being shot to death. After asking along the way, he finally met Political Commissar Rutherford in the field hospital.

"Lin Heng! Are you okay? I thought you were attacked by artillery fire...hiss...can you be gentler!"

The political commissar shouted happily, but military doctor Fabro pulled the bandage hard, causing him to almost cry in pain.

When Lin Heng and his companions entered the bunker, the mortar happened to fall into the middle of the entrance, and the road leading to the bunker was buried. The political commissar had no choice but to command the troops to charge from the trenches.

"Doctor Fabro. Political Commissar, please come out and take a look. I have something to report to you."

Seeing the military doctor nod, the political commissar followed Lin Heng to the car. After opening the car, Rutherford was immediately dumbfounded.

"Where did you get this? I was wondering why I couldn't find any. I guess you took them all away!"

The political commissar shouted in surprise, and the surrounding soldiers gathered around. Seeing that Lin Heng had actually tied up the rebel generals, they all gasped in surprise.

Lin Heng looked up at people with his eyes wide open. He was so proud.

"Take them to prison and keep them under strict watch! Lin Heng, come with me," said the political commissar.

The rebel generals were handcuffed and gagged, but they still wanted to punch, kick and curse at Lin Heng.

The anger in his eyes seemed to burst out. But everything had become a delusion.

The political commissar then carefully inquired about the details of Lin Heng's subsequent combat and expressed great praise for his combat qualities.

Of course, Lin Heng must have concealed the fact that he had psychic powers, and instead said that the walkie-talkie and bulletproof armor helped him block the laser.

"Well, very good. I was right about you. How about this, you go to the quartermaster's office and get another set of equipment.

Normally you would be severely punished for dropping your weapon, but seeing that you have made a great contribution this time, I will spare it for now.

After I discuss this with the commanders at all levels, I will reward you based on your merits."

So Lin Heng took the note and walked towards the quartermaster's office, where he happened to meet Montgomery.

"Good fellow, Lin Heng, you are really good. I didn't expect you to have made such a great contribution. Did the political commissar tell you what gift you would give?"

The veteran certainly knew about the reward based on merit, and Lin Heng told the truth, but now he could only get one set of equipment in advance. Lin Heng shook the note in his hand and said.

Montgomery's eyes widened.

"Do you know how valuable this piece of paper is? You're just getting the equipment in advance.

"You should know that losing weapons is a serious crime in the Astra Militarum. If you hadn't done a great deed, the commissar might have punished you by making you clean toilets.

Moreover, the Quartermaster Department has always been a miser, never willing to spend a penny. Asking for anything from them is as difficult as cleaning the toilets of sub-humans.

The main thing is, ahem, this is specially approved by the political commissar. As long as it is not something too outrageous, you can bring it out. I am here for the equipment this time, brother. Look, can you please…"

Montgomery spoke more and more quietly, hooking his arm around Lin Heng's shoulder, as if he was talking about some unknown secret.

"Oh! You want to?"

"Brother! Brother! Keep your voice down. The battle line is tense right now. If I don't take care of my men, who will? If we are going to charge, we need to have enough weapons."

Lin Heng smiled and said, "Of course I can. Since I have the ability, it's my duty to help my friends."

So Lin Heng handed the note to the quartermaster, and after the other party confirmed it, he asked someone to bring out the supplies the two needed.

One of the boxes was canned food, which Lin Heng understood. After all, this was not on a ship, and the battlefield canteen could only provide simple things to fill the stomach.

Montgomery thanked him repeatedly and said that when Lin Heng was free, he must come to his tent and share good things with him.

The other person made a gesture of holding the cup, and the two smiled at each other, revealing expressions that all men understand.

During the following week, Lin Heng did not receive any instructions for any tasks and stayed by Political Commissar Rutherford's side, helping him deal with various matters.

It was not until the eighth day that the other party issued new instructions.

"The problem of the rebels on Mandakkan has basically been resolved. The remaining garrison and the task of clearing out the fleeing rebels will be handed over to the junior officers.

And you need to come with me to Forman, the second largest star in the Mandakhan system, to attend the banquet held by Governor Bahakol. "The commissar said.

"Banquet?" Lin Heng asked puzzledly.

"Yes, leaders from all parties and military officers will be there. You'd better learn the banquet etiquette in the Imperial Manual in advance, otherwise you will be punished if you make mistakes."

Political Commissar Rutherford seemed to have remembered something, his eyes were a little blank, and he nodded.

It's a banquet, with a good place to sleep and delicious food. Anyone who doesn't go is a fool. The etiquette is easy to remember, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Lin Heng had already begun to fantasize about the good days after arriving at the Governor's Mansion.

At night, Lin Heng came to Montgomery's room with the "Imperial Handbook", as well as several other officers besides Lieutenant Sasi whom he met when boarding the ship.

The other party also happily invited Lin Heng to join in and enjoy drinking, which was usually prohibited.

"Try it, this is what we found from the rebels."

Lin Heng took the bottle and took a sip. The alcohol, along with some inexplicable taste, passed through his throat, leaving a hot mark.

"Huh...this stuff doesn't taste very good." Lin Heng said with a frown.

"Hahaha, it's good to have it. By the way, why did you bring a book here?" Montgomery said.

"Ha! The political commissar must have been infected, and he's coming to take lessons with us!"

"Hahahaha..." everyone laughed.

[Resistance: 359+1]

Lin Heng looked at the bottle in his hand and nodded. Everyone thought he was really going to attend the class with them, and immediately began to look worried.

"No, no, no, don't worry. I'm here to learn table manners. The Commissar said that we are going to Foreman Planet to attend the banquet hosted by the Governor of Bahakol Planet."

When Montgomery heard this, he immediately snatched the bottle back and said:

"Damn it, you're going to the party and you still have the nerve to compete with us?"

"Yeah? Didn't you ask me to come?"

“I didn’t know that before!”

The other officers stopped the two men with a smile, and Lieutenant Sasi also spoke to Lin Heng with a smile.

"Then you really need to study hard. I remember there was even a time limit for going to the bathroom."

Lin Heng flipped open the book and found the section about the requirements for officers to attend formal occasions. He discovered that there seemed to be a lot of etiquette requirements for officers.

Etiquette varies from place to place. If you don’t know how to drink, please sit at the same table with your dog.

“1. Wearing formal attire, including but not limited to carrying weapons of prescribed standards at all times.

2. When communicating with other officers, you must address their titles and ranks correctly.

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7. Any stay in the bathroom..

Damn it! If you exceed the time limit, you will face trial by military court! Is it okay for me to have diarrhea? "