Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Aurora...

Creed incorporated Staff Sergeant Aurora and her men into the th Heavy Weapons Operation Class of the Eighth Regiment of Cardia. Although Staff Sergeant Aurora started her military career as a medic, she 's profile is quite exciting.

During close assault operations, he cut down a group of orcs, led an anti-tank team to engage in guerrilla warfare in a building complex, and destroyed four rebel Leman Russ tanks...

Creed couldn't help but whistle in admiration. When he and Aurora were talking together, he really didn't realize that this little girl had such combat ability.

There was a loud knock on the door, and Creed's adjutant Kyle reminded the legion that the banquet would start in 20 minutes.

After sorting out the documents, Creed grabbed his officer's coat, threw it casually over his shoulders and walked out of the room.

Adjutant Kyle raised his eyebrows. He knew that Creed was not interested in banquets and the like. "Sir, you can't just wear this outfit to the banquet. The Vostonians and Mordians will think you are It’s making light of them.”

"Condescending?" Creed blinked and patted Kyle's shoulder to comfort him, "It doesn't matter. Let Rhys and the others do the etiquette. They won't pay too much attention to my little admiral."

Kyle had nothing to do with Creed's stubbornness. He could only sigh and follow Creed, smoothing the wrinkles of Creed's old, battle-worn officer's coat with his hands.

The banquet was held on the observation deck of the ship. The logistics officer operated the deck at the console and directed the sailors to spread the white tablecloth.

The food on every table is equally rich, and deliciousness is not considered. Some officers who are seriously homesick will have strict requirements on the cooking of food.

Creed did not stay in the admiral's circle for long. When Warmaster Rhys finished his opening remarks, Creed went to find the officers under his command.

"Oh? Look, who is this!" An exaggerated shout came from Creed's side, and Lieutenant General Tamas saluted Creed with a glass of red wine.

Creed just smiled and ignored Lieutenant General Tamas's provocation. Lieutenant General Tamas is now 140 years old. If Creed had not delayed the onslaught of hundreds of thousands of orcs with a regiment of troops on Yard , thus allowing Warmaster Reese's main force to avoid the fate of being surrounded, this would have been The position of general should have gone to Lieutenant General Tamas.

Lieutenant General Tamas took a sip of wine and slapped the glass on the table to show his dissatisfaction with Creed. The last battle was his last chance to work towards the general position, and Creed ruined it all. , when he retires, he can only fight for opportunities and benefits for his family as a lieutenant general.

Creed walked among the officers. Some looked at him with respect, while others thought he was a coward.

"Cadia will not fall, we will prove that your worries are wrong." An officer said to Creed's back as he hurried past. His words were unanimously agreed by the people around him.

Creed looked seriously at the officer who spoke, "If I'm wrong, that's really great."

The banquet prepared for several legions soon turned into a conference to exchange tactical experiences. Warmaster Reese and another white-haired General Mordian argued with red faces.

The folds of the tablecloth and the various containers containing food became substitutes for the complex battlefield environment. Tactical Reese spilled broth on the table and loudly told the other side that this was an absolutely dead place where industrial wastewater accumulated for thousands of years had accumulated.

Although Warmaster Reese is now somewhat complacent, his ability to command troops in combat has not deteriorated yet. Creed watched the extremely lively sand table exercise from a distance, thinking that it would be great if there was a Catachan regiment here.

The noisy Catachans are not as gentle as Lys. They will only greet these generals with foul language from their hometown that is not included in the imperial dictionary.

"This wine tastes really bad..." Creed swallowed a sip of wine with a grimace. He had become much more naughty since he drank the fine wine made by the Catachan people.

The wine completely quenched Creed's appetite. He placed the knives and forks neatly and looked at Sergeant Aurora with some envy.

Sergeant Aurora has an amazing appetite. She can swallow a juicy steak the size of her face in two or three mouthfuls.

"Sergeant Aurora." Creed reminded kindly.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Aurora answered vaguely. She was still chewing a large piece of meat in her mouth, and her lips were shiny.

Creed said, "You should eat less. Eating too much is not conducive to a warrior exerting his full strength. An overstuffed stomach will affect activities and will cause throbbing pain after strenuous exercise."

Aurora reluctantly swallowed the meat in her mouth. She took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth clean. During this process, her eyes never left the food on the table.

The situation now looked like the Eighth Regiment was starving a female soldier. Creed leaned forward and tried to look at Aurora's abdomen.

There was no bulge at all, and what was hidden under the military uniform and skin was Aurora's endless hunger for food.

"Okay, Sergeant Aurora." Creed touched the top of his head, "Maybe you can eat a little more. What do you think you are doing now? I want to hear your truest feelings."

"Hmm..." Staff Sergeant Aurora touched her belly and thought for a while, "Is it one-third full?"

Creed's hands shook. He stared and couldn't believe Sergeant Aurora's answer.

He expected to hear words like "seven full", but he didn't expect that the dozens of steaks just now were just a simple beginning.

This child has a special constitution.

Creed convinced himself with such a simple reason, and then he watched Staff Sergeant Aurora continue to eat with interest.

"This may be a sequelae of war." Adjutant Kyle gave his opinion after looking at it for a long time. "Sgt. Aurora and her troops have been fighting in industrial garbage pits without any supplies for a year. , that experience made her particularly able to eat. You know, just like Tartarus beasts in winter, they must eat a lot of food in order to survive the severe cold, so that they can survive until the next spring before the fat is used up. "

"Maybe." Creed shrugged. He had seen many soldiers with special abilities.

For example, a boy in the Assault Reconnaissance Squadron of the Third Company has a reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary people, and his hair grows very quickly. If his hair is not treated for a week, his whole body will be covered with a layer of warm short hair. , according to the genetic research of the company engineer, it was found that he and the cat-man have similar genetic sequences. It is these things that affect his reaction speed and hair growth.

Perhaps Sergeant Aurora's good appetite was also influenced by genes, and it must be the gene fragment that allowed Ogryn to eat and digest.