My Desperate Journey in 40k

Moreover, Wang Ming also noticed that this kid, Ager, had no aristocratic etiquette at all. Wang Ming had seen the aristocratic etiquette of Batko No. 2, and the complicated aristocratic etiquette even gave Wang Ming a headache.

"Okay, Jose, take this child to the Second Regiment, have Hu Jin dig out one of his gene seeds, and have Minerva prepare for the Astartes operation. We can just do the surgery tomorrow."

Wang Ming did not care what the planetary governor was planning. He directly asked Jose to take Ager to the Second Regiment to report, and then asked Hu Jin to take Ager to the "Imperial Truth" to perform the operation. Anyway, after seeing Ager's soul, Wang Ming was basically certain that this child was given to him by the Emperor.

"Great Primarch, don't you need to train new soldiers?"

Henry von Kohlsrode looked at Ager who was taken away by Jose and asked Wang Ming carefully.

"Battle is the best training. Let him experience the baptism of the Emperor on the battlefield."

Wang Ming looked at Henry von Kohlsrode, smiled and said.

Wang Ming has now basically guessed Henry von Kohlsrode's little thoughts. This guy is just afraid that the training of the "Star Traveler" will train his only son to death, so he is looking for an unlucky guy to scout the way in advance.

"Well, great Primarch, can you also allow my son to join your army and become an angel of the Emperor?"

Henry von Kohlsrode heard Wang Ming's answer and asked cautiously.

"it is as expected."

Wang Ming thought to himself as he listened to the words of the planetary governor.

"can."

Wang Ming looked at the cautious planetary governor and spoke to him calmly.

"Thank you, great Primarch. My son will never let you and the God-Emperor down. He will become the sword for you and the God-Emperor."

When Henry von Kohlsrode heard Wang Ming's answer, he immediately knelt on one knee and thanked Wang Ming from the bottom of his heart. Then he took his leave and called his son to Wang Ming.

"Wang Xiaofa, are you there?"

After Henry von Kohlsrode left, Wang Ming took out his personal data tablet and typed on the traversers' communication terminal to ask Wang Xiao a question.

"I'm here, boss. What's the matter?" Wang Xiaofa replied to Wang Ming quickly.

"A young noble will come to the First Regiment tomorrow. Before he undergoes the operation, ask Feng Fan to train him, especially in terms of physical fitness. Train him to death as long as he doesn't die." Wang Ming said to Wang Xiaofa.

"Okay, Boss, I'll inform Feng Fan right away. His fun is coming."

Wang Ming answered to Wang Ming. After doing all this, Wang Ming put away the data board as if nothing had happened, picked up the kettle and took a sip of Morse tea.

Wang Ming likes Murs tea, a tea with a slightly sweet taste. When leaving Murs, Thomas Peckhardt gave Wang Ming more than 100 tons of Murs tea. Wang Ming now feels a little headache looking at the more than 100 tons of Murs tea. There is absolutely no way he can finish it.

Now these Murs teas have been added to the luxurious meal set menu of the "Imperial Truth" cafeteria, and will be supplied to the time travelers and crew members in unlimited quantities tomorrow. I heard from Minerva that it is quite popular, but the time travelers still prefer to drink "Happy" brand soda.

Soon the planetary governor brought his son to Wang Ming, then knelt on one knee and praised Wang Ming and the Emperor, looking like a pilgrim.

"Get up, child. Someone will take you to report tomorrow."

Wang Ming looked at the son of the planetary governor. The child was a typical imperial aristocratic child, with gorgeous clothes, delicate face, healthy body, and a little arrogant look in his eyes. However, when he looked at Wang Ming, this look was completely gone. Instead, there was a timid feeling in his eyes.

119. Chapter 118 A Day in the Life of Two New Soldiers

119.

"Hurry up! Run faster! You have skinny arms and legs! How can you fight well?"

On the grassland outside the city of "Nesler", Feng Fan held up a big loudspeaker and shouted to Anton von Kohlsrode who was running in front of him.

For some reason, Feng Fan always felt that Anton von Kohlsrode was a good candidate for driving a tank. It was very strange that Feng Fan had this sense of déjà vu.

"Okay! Instructor! But I have a question!"

Anton von Kolsrode ran hard, panting as he spoke to Feng Fan, saying that he was very tired and had been running for three hours.

"what is the problem?"

Feng Fan walked up to him very easily and asked him. Feng Fan looked at Anton von Kohlsrod, who seemed to be dying, with a nonchalant look on his face. Anyway, the gene seed had been implanted, and his vitality was extremely strong now. There was no need to worry about training him to death.

"Sir, why did Ager go straight to the surgery without any training?"

Anton von Kolsrode asked Feng Fan beside him while running. He didn't understand why he had to be trained before he could perform all Astartes surgeries, while Ager did not need any training and could perform all Astartes surgeries directly.

"Ager, the little guy from the Second Regiment, he's been on the battlefield, have you been there?"

When Feng Fan heard Anton von Kohlsrode's question, he smiled and said to Anton von Kohlsrode, "He has been to the battlefield and made contributions. How can you, a small noble like you, compare with him?"

Moreover, Ager is not completely untrained. For example, he is now being borrowed in turn by Hu Jin, the First Engineer Company, and the oil men. Hu Jin wants to test the growth of various organs of this recruit, while the First Engineer Company and the oil men want to study the genetic seed characteristics of the "Star Traveler".

Moreover, Agger's surgery was not completely completed. Only 19 operations of ordinary Astartes were performed. For the remaining Primaris Astartes operations, the First Engineer Company and the Oil Man would have to collect Agger's comprehensive data before they could continue the surgery.

Agger is still under the beating from Hu Jin every day, and is barely surviving on Astarte Happy Porridge.

Actually, Wang Ming had looked for the Emperor once before. Wang Ming wanted the Emperor to give him the design drawings of genetically modified corn. He wanted to try whether he could change the time traveler into genetically modified corn. The Emperor did give Wang Ming the design drawings, but after Wang Ming got the design drawings and showed them to Minerva, Minerva's entire AI was dumbfounded. The CPU in her computer room almost smoked. Minerva was completely unable to understand the design drawings of the Imperial Guards.

Minerva was completely unable to understand and explain what "bioalchemy" was. She could understand a small part of the genetic engineering, but that was only a small part. She could not understand and explain the rest. And the small part she understood was less than one percent, and it was all about human genes.

To give an example, it is like a person who has never been exposed to biology and sees a DNA double helix diagram. He knows its name but does not understand its principles and structure.

"Instead of asking me to transform them from this kind of creature, you should ask me to think of a way to strengthen them with mechanical transformation. I really cannot understand the knowledge involved."

Minerva said this to Wang Ming when her CPU was about to burn out.

In the end, Wang Ming's plan to travel through the imperial army failed without a doubt. After confirming the failure, the emperor's voice still appeared in Wang Ming's head.

"If it were so easy to create Custodes, why did I give you your gene-seed?"

After hearing what the emperor said, Wang Ming was once again certain that this system had definitely been tampered with by the emperor. However, that didn't matter, as the time travelers were all the emperor's demon army anyway.

Back to the present, Anton von Kohlsrode is still running happily on the green grassland. Why?

There was no other reason, it was just that Feng Fan was chasing him with an electric baton in his hand. As long as Anton von Kohlsrod dared to stop for even a second, the electric baton in Feng Fan's hand would quickly reach his buttocks.

During the previous training, Feng Fan discovered the usefulness of the electric baton. Anton von Kohlsrode, who had been implanted with genetic seeds, had strong vitality, so Feng Fan could just turn it on and shock him at will. It would only hurt, and he wouldn't get hurt.

"Drip drip..."

Just when Feng Fan was teleporting Anton von Kohlsrode with great enthusiasm, the watch on Feng Fan's hand suddenly rang.

"Alright, alright, stop, it's time to eat!"

Feng Fan put away the electric baton and took Anton von Kohlsrode to the training camp. It was called a training camp, but in fact it was just a combat motorcycle and two sleeping bags.

Feng Fan took out two lunch boxes as big as washbasins from the dump truck of the combat motorcycle, handed one to Anton von Kolsrod, then opened his own lunch box and started eating.

There were a lot of ingredients in Feng Fan's lunch box, including big chunks of grilled goro and white rice, which made people's mouths water. Anton von Kohlsrode's lunch box also contained a lot of rice and some big chunks of grilled goro. Although it was also very rich, it was far less delicious than Feng Fan's.

"Eat quickly, and make sure to finish it all. Don't waste it. This is very important for your subsequent surgery."

Feng Fan spoke to Anton von Kohlsrode while picking up his rice bowl. Anton von Kohlsrode also obediently picked up his rice bowl.

"Okay, we're done eating, let's continue."

Feng Fan kicked Anton von Kohlsrode's butt as he was lying on the ground digesting food, and said in a wicked way.

"Wait, I feel like my stomach is going to explode."

Anton von Kohlsrode was now almost stuffed to death and could not move at all. For a mortal man, the Astartes' food bowl was still too big.

"Okay, digest it, and memorize this first."

Feng Fan looked at Anton von Kolsrod's bulging belly and threw a copy of "The Emperor's Words" to him, asking him to recite it while digesting the time to increase his faith.

"Okay sir."

They carried the load until night. Looking at the stars in the sky, Feng Fan and Anton von Kohlsrod fell into deep thought.

"Sir, can we really destroy all of humanity's enemies?"

Anton von Kohlsrode was lying on the grass, looking at the stars in the sky, and suddenly asked Feng Fan this question.

"Why do you ask, kid?"

Feng Fan lay beside Anton and asked him puzzledly. In Feng Fan's impression, this question was not something that this noble child should ask.

"Sir, my father took me to a star port once. I saw the universe, and the vast darkness of the universe made me feel breathless at the time. I felt that the darkness of the universe would swallow me up."

Anton looked at Feng Fan and told him about his childhood trauma.

"Child, I've taught you a way that will stop you from being afraid of the deep space."

Feng Fan looked at Anton who was telling him about his childhood trauma, and spoke to him seriously. His firm tone made people subconsciously convinced.

When Anton listened to Feng Fan's words, a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes. Anton stared at Feng Fan, waiting for him to give him the solution.

"You just don't train enough. Starting tomorrow, the amount of training will be doubled. You are just too weak and have no strength at all. When you become stronger, you will know what it means to be under the loyal grenade launcher. Any enemy of mankind will be wiped out."

Feng Fan spoke gently to Anton who was expectant. Anton was immediately furious after hearing Feng Fan's words. How could you say such cruel words in such a gentle tone?

"Okay, go to sleep. Military training will be doubled tomorrow."

Feng Fan patted the broken Anton, pulled his sleeping bag over, crawled into it and fell asleep, leaving the broken Anton looking at the vast grassland. When Anton thought about tomorrow's training, his thighs and buttocks began to hurt vaguely.

Anton, with mixed feelings, slowly got into the sleeping bag and fell asleep after a long time. However, in his dream, he also dreamed that Feng Fan was chasing him with an electric baton, and he ran all the way from "Naylor" to "Dinaenli". Anton was exhausted.

Although the "Kaga" continent of Batko II has entered night, the star port in its orbit is still busy. A large number of "Star Travelers" mortal auxiliary troops are carrying various construction materials in the star port and transporting them to the "Dinaenli" city under the star port. These construction materials will become the cornerstones of various factories on Batko II.

In the "Imperial Truth", time travelers and crew members were constantly moving through the corridors and rooms, each of them performing various tasks.

In the B203 warehouse on the lower level of the "Imperial Truth", Hu Jin and Ager were conducting combat training on an arena built by time travelers.

It was called combat training, but in fact it was just Hu Jin and Ager fighting on the ring. Below the ring, there was a group of time travelers and crew members watching.

"I bet a bottle of Happy brand soda that Hu Jin wins."

Under the ring, the leader of the Fourth Regiment, Xu Feng, sat on a small stool, looking at the two people on the ring and spoke to Wang Xiaofa next to him.

"I'll also bet a bottle of Happy soda. If Ager wins, I think that guy can beat Lao Hu. Lao Hu and this guy have fought to a draw before. I'm optimistic about this guy."

Wang Xiaofa smiled when he heard Xu Feng's words, then said to Xu Feng with a smile.

"Bynis, who do you think will win?"

Wang Xiaofa turned his head and asked Rosesbinis behind him. He wanted to hear the thoughts of this former "Midnight Lord". He was more professional than the time travelers.

"I think Hu Jin has a great chance of winning. As a veteran, Hu Jin's combat experience is definitely better than Agger's. But Agger is also very good. Don't take it too seriously. The main purpose of this time is to observe Agger's physical condition after the Primaris surgery."

When Rosesbaines heard Wang Xiaofa's question, he smiled and objectively analyzed the two people on the ring. Then he pointed out the main purpose of this time, asking Wang Xiaofa and Xu Feng not to be so excited.

"What the hell are you betting on? I'll be the one making soda when the time comes."

Suddenly, a holographic projection of Minerva appeared above Wang Xiaofa's head, and spoke condescendingly to Wang Xiaofa and Xu Feng.