PS: Accumulate energy stones to reach 100, and I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow. Brothers, toss them in!
Almost there!!!
Soon, the sound of truck engines grew louder as two military transport vehicles appeared in the distance.
When they were about a hundred ters away, soldiers clad in bulletproof armor, mbers of the Planetary Defense Force (PDF), leaped out from the rear of the vehicles. After assembling, they marched in unison toward Zhang Ge under the command of an officer.
Upon reaching Zhang Ge, the officer blew a sharp whistle, and the three squads, totaling twenty-six PDF soldiers, ca to a halt.
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't matter much since they weren't part of the sa command structure, and ignoring this Astra Militarum captain wouldn't be a big deal.
But in warti, it was a completely different story. It was common for Astra Militarum officers to outrank PDF officers, especially since the platoon leader was only a second lieutenant. Moreover, he had indeed made a mistake. At best, it could be considered getting lost; at worst, being absent for several months could easily be classified as desertion.
"Planetary Defense Force of Yakolan, 17th Infantry Regint, 73rd Company, 21st Platoon, reporting for duty!"
The organizational structure of the Astra Militarum and PDF was rigid: regint-company-platoon-squad, with squads typically consisting of around ten soldiers.
So, with fewer personnel, a regint of a few hundred soldiers fit neatly into the prescribed structure.
But with larger numbers, to accommodate enough personnel, an infantry regint could comprise dozens or even hundreds of companies, each with dozens or hundreds of platoons, allowing a single regint to house tens or hundreds of thousands of soldiers. This was a common occurrence across various units.
Zhang Ge didn't falter despite wearing a uniform he had taken from soone else. He confidently scanned the group and addressed the officer:
"What's your na?"
"Burton."
"Burton, you're now incorporated into my unit as the 35th Platoon, or face execution."
Without hesitation, the officer saluted and replied:
"35th Platoon, Second Lieutenant Burton, reporting for duty!"
Being conscripted ant death might co later, but execution ant death now. Killing him would likely result in more than just his own death. Faced with such a choice, it was better to opt for the relatively less dire outco.
Moreover, this captain bore the crest of a noble from the hive city—perhaps he was an ally.
Satisfied, Zhang Ge nodded, stepped forward, removed the officer's helt, glanced at the top of his head, and then carefully placed the helt back on, adjusting it neatly.
"Work hard."
Soon after Burton was left to enter the back seat, everyone else was instructed to return to the truck.
After accepting a bag of Throne Coins handed over by the bishop, Zhang Ge set off again, though this ti not alone, as two noisy trucks followed behind.
Of course, the destination for this journey was not the hive city for the ti being, but rather the headquarters of the Dawn Cult, as pointed out by Burton.
They had been there when they were invited to serve as instructors. The cult mbers clearly had no sense of secrecy at the ti, as the route was laid out plainly for them to see.
"Burton, are you sure this is the right path?"
But after driving for quite so ti, when the scenery ahead repeated for the third ti, Zhang Ge couldn't help but ask.
However, Burton also seed unsure of what was happening. He replied with so doubt:
"This... we ca this way before. It shouldn't be like this."
After returning to the sa spot for the fourth ti, Zhang Ge stopped the car and asked Burton:
"Do you rember the direction of every turn from here to the headquarters?"
"I do, but..."
"Recite them."
Burton was interrupted. After recalling for a while, he followed the request and listed the direction of each turn, even including the approximate distance to drive.
After listening, Zhang Ge took his hands off the steering wheel and said:
"Input the direction of each turn just ntioned, stay within the road limits, and activate autopilot."
Burton was puzzled:
"Sir, who are you talking to?"
However, he received no answer, only the sensation of being pressed firmly into his seat by the inertia caused by the vehicle's acceleration.
Low light, no headlights, poor visibility, and nurous obstacles.
Yet none of this hindered a civilian-modified light armored vehicle as it sped through the streets, the sharp screech of tires drifting echoing at every corner. The two trucks behind soon lost sight of the taillights of the vehicle ahead.
In the eyes of Zhang Ge and his companions, as the vehicle sped along, the surrounding scenery gradually beca blurred and distorted, soon piercing through like a bubble film.
A large-scale holographic projection.
Such a thing was uncommon in the outskirts where even electricity was in short supply, let alone on a scale large enough to guide a vehicle's path.
After the vehicle ca to a stop, a distant area illuminated by what seed to be nurous searchlights appeared, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding darkness.
It was obvious that this was the so-called headquarters of the cult.
After parking the vehicle in a concealed spot, Zhang Ge took up his boltgun and power sword, saying to the other three:
"There's no ti to wait for the others. Let's move out first."
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