Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Iax

Camp 49

"Oh my God! My stomach hurts so much!"

Gerson groaned and covered his stomach tightly with his hands, with an expression of extreme pain on his face.

His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his body was curled up in a ball, leaning against the simple hospital bed by the window.

At this time, several teammates came in. When they saw Gerson's miserable condition, they not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but instead they all gloated over his misfortune.

One of them laughed and said, "Haha, I told you not to pay attention to food hygiene. Now look what you have. Your stomach aches like hell!"

Another person echoed, "That's right, let's see if you dare to eat randomly in the future!" After that, several people burst into laughter.

After laughing, a team member walked up and placed two bottles of medicine on Gerson's bedside table, then said to him, "Okay, stop whining. These are the medicines we just got from the medical department. Take them quickly."

"Remember, you have to stay in this bed and recuperate in the next few days. You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Gerson raised his head with difficulty, took a look at the two bottles of medicine, then looked helplessly at his teammates who were laughing secretly beside him, his heart full of grievances.

He couldn't understand why he suddenly got ascariasis.

Could it be that he was infected when he was serving in the Planet Defense Force?

But why didn't it happen at that time? Why did it have to wait until now when I came to Iacus to start hurting?

However, at this moment, Gerson had no mind to think about these questions, because the severe pain in his abdomen was already unbearable for him.

He could only stare at the ceiling with tears in his eyes, praying silently that the pain would go away quickly.

In stark contrast to Gerson's pain, his comrades did not seem to intend to let him go.

They continued to joke about Gerson's illness and made up some bizarre stories to tease him.

However, Gerson was in no mood to pay attention to them at the moment and just let them laugh there.

After a while, perhaps they felt they had had enough of the jokes, the teammates finally stopped making noise and left the ward one after another, leaving Gerson lying alone on the bed.

"Hey man! What are you doing?"

There was a rough cry, and a thick palm slammed down on Gerson's arm.

Gerson was startled and turned his head subconsciously, only to see a burly man with a full beard standing beside him, staring at him.

Gerson followed the burly man's gaze and his eyes finally stopped on a gray-haired figure not far away.

He was an old soldier who also had a beard. He was sitting there quietly, staring at Gerson.

Judging from the loose hospital gown he was wearing and the IV bottle hanging on his arm, this veteran was obviously one of the patients in this place.

"Take a good rest, young man. In a few days we will have to go to the front line, and you might lose your life here."

The old soldier grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, but his eyes revealed a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal.

"What does that mean? Why did he die here?" Gerson frowned and asked in confusion.

The old soldier narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "Isn't this obvious? Haven't you noticed that there are more and more Space Marines in the Ultramar sector recently?"

"This means that the Empire is definitely going to make a big move. Today alone, I saw no less than 20 Astartes in the camp! Such a large-scale mobilization of troops is definitely not a small fight. Once the war starts, this front line will be a place of life and death."

As he spoke, the old soldier reached out and unceremoniously snatched a cigarette from Gerson's hand.

After lighting it skillfully, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, forming a white smoke ring that rose in the air.

"Gerson Fitz, Captain of the 6th Bascola Regiment."

"Porphy Antrechi, from the 76th Scratchy Regiment."

"I have been a soldier for 20 years, and I haven't been back to my home planet in 20 years..."

"This shitty fight... is like a bottomless pit, it will never end! I really don't know when it will end..."

"Yeah, we can't finish it." Gerson smiled helplessly.

Porphy took another long puff of the cigarette, then exhaled suddenly, as if he wanted to release all the troubles in his heart along with the smoke.

"Well, don't think too much about it for now. Let's just enjoy this rare rest time. It's good to rest one more day and take a breath."

After saying that, Porphy finished the rest of the cigarette in a few puffs, put it out casually, and then crawled into the bed, leaving only the back of his head exposed.

Gerson sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat bored, staring at the sky outside the window.

There were a few light clouds floating in the sky, and occasionally a bird would fly by, but these did not arouse his interest at all.

"vomit!"

As this disgusting sound rang out, in the slightly dark and damp toilet in the camp, a man in the uniform of an Astra Militarum officer collapsed next to the toilet like mud.

His face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, his hands were tightly covering his stomach, and his body was shaking constantly because of violent vomiting.

Waves of vomiting sounds came one after another, as if he was going to vomit out his entire stomach.

Finally, when the last bit of digestion was vomited out, the officer leaned limply against the wall as if he had lost all his strength.

However, things did not end there. He then began to spit out large gulps of acid. The sour and pungent smell instantly filled the entire toilet space.

What’s even more terrifying is that at this moment, one can clearly see that beneath the officer’s pale skin, maggot-like figures are wriggling wildly inside his body.

These disgusting creatures seemed to want to break through the constraints of the skin and drill out.

They twisted and rolled, and every movement caused a spasm and severe pain in the officer's body.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

After vomiting for several minutes, the officer fell beside the toilet, but after a few minutes, the officer stood up again, looked around with empty eyes, and then walked out of the toilet as if nothing had happened.