I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 232 Report to Platoon Leader! I need to use the restroom!

The squad leader's report was like a pebble thrown into still water, the ripples spreading rapidly. The company commander received the news, and the elite soldier sergeant, who was currently the highest-ranking military commander on the position, also learned of the enemy attack alert at almost the same time.

The alarm didn't alarm him in the slightest. Enemy night infiltrations were textbook routine. Instead, the news spurred him to make a decision.

"I'm going to inspect the position," the sergeant said to the company commander beside him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As a Space Marine from Altramar, he knew all too well that the distance between theory and practice, though invisible, was sometimes as difficult to cross as the distance between you and her, even more so than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

The Astartes Bible uses countless battle examples to illustrate that a perfect plan can collapse entirely due to the slightest negligence of the executor.

Once he issues the order, will the people below really be able to execute it 100% without any compromise? Could it be that due to poor quality or pure laziness, with the mentality of "it's good enough if it's done well enough", fatal loopholes will appear in the entire defense layout?
If it were any other Astartes, who had spent hundreds of years fighting in dull monastery fortresses and had basically only spoken to their own fighting brothers in their own chapters, they might not have thought so deeply.

However, Ultramarines are different. Putting aside everything else, simply governing the vast and prosperous world of Ultramar 500 requires constant interaction with ordinary people. Therefore, this sergeant knew all too well that once humans reached their limits, their depths surpassed even the Mariana Trench.

Not to mention, the tattered fortifications plastered on his face when he first arrived gave him an extremely bad first impression. Therefore, he had to see the progress of the position's construction with his own eyes.

On his way to the position, he had already prepared for the worst: to see the dilapidated fortifications and the corresponding backup plan on how to use Space Marine squads to fill the gaps in the mortal defenses.

However, when he stepped onto the main position of the crescent-shaped hill, the scene that came into view caused a hint of surprise to appear in his usually calm eyes for the first time.

These people who went to their deaths... were actually building their positions with meticulous care?

The entire hilly position had been transformed into a bustling yet orderly construction site. A team of soldiers was wielding entrenching tools, digging trenches at standardized angles. The depth and width of the trenches were just right, and even deep pits for grenade protection were reserved at the corners. Another team was reinforcing heavy weapon platforms, constructing sturdy firing ports with sandbags and metal plates dragged from the rubble. The angle of each firing port had been precisely calculated, forming a crossfire network. Others were laying communication lines; everything appeared to be in perfect order.

The sergeant initially suspected that these guys were only putting in a last-minute effort after learning that an inspection was coming. Such things are common among bureaucrats.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea. The entire position was highly complete; the trench network was already taking shape, the firing positions were strategically placed, and even the camouflage netting covered most of the area. He meticulously examined it, but couldn't find any obvious flaws. This was definitely not something that could be accomplished in a short time with last-minute cramming.

This completely baffled the Ultramarines sergeant.

Since you have the capability and willingness to build such a well-constructed and sturdy fortification, what was the point of digging a ditch in the plains and waging a world war against the Tyrannosaurus Rex before? Was it some kind of unique combat asceticism? Masochism? This sergeant was unaware that, from the player's perspective, the logic was remarkably simple. Previously, the company commander, also a player, was in charge; building the fortification was merely a verbal suggestion, not mandatory. The company commander himself didn't think it necessary to dig anything particularly impressive, so everyone just did it haphazardly. But now, building the fortification was an order personally given by this [NPC] clad in blue power armor. In the player's system, this was a real [mission].

The extent to which players' enthusiasm is mobilized for mission rewards is beyond the comprehension of Astartes, who has lived for over a hundred years.

However, although the sergeant was satisfied with the scene before him, he would never easily reveal this expression. After all, he had fought in battles for over a hundred years, and keeping his emotions in check was a fundamental quality he possessed.

He called over the platoon leader in charge of this defense zone and asked in a questioning tone, "Report on your defense zone deployment. How are the heavy firepower points configured? Is there any overlap in the defensive sectors of each squad? Where is the reserve assembly point located?"

"Reporting, sir! Everything is fine!" Platoon leader Wang Gou Dan puffed out his chest and answered confidently, "The progress is steadily advancing! Squad Leader Ye Liangchen is leading his squad to install anti-collapse support structures for the heavy explosive grenade positions! Squad Leader Gu Beixuan is leading his squad to lay anti-personnel mines and tripwires fifty meters in front of the positions! Squad Leader Long Aotian is leading his squad to test the communication lines at various firing points to ensure smooth command!"

When these three names were mentioned, the sergeant of the Ultra Warrior didn't have any particular reaction, but the company commander who came with him was already shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Hmm,” the sergeant couldn’t sense the immense “luck” behind those names. He judged from the report that the platoon leader was clear about his mission and not an incompetent fool. “Keep it up.”

Just then, a squad leader, clutching his stomach and looking pained, jogged over and shouted to the platoon leader, "Reporting, Platoon Leader Wang Gou Dan, it's urgent! It's extremely urgent!"

"What?" The platoon leader was enjoying the moment of being praised by the NPC commander, and was a little impatient to be disturbed.

"I need to poop! I can't hold it in anymore!"

"Damn it, you're coming to me with this little thing?" Platoon leader Wang Gou Dan instantly flew into a rage. "Liu Ruyan, get the hell out of here! Can't you see I'm reporting to my superior right now!"

While the platoon leader named Wang Gou Dan and the squad leader named Liu Ru Yan were bickering, the extreme warrior sergeant had already turned around expressionlessly and led the company commander toward the next position.

After all, those who face death often utter inexplicable words and do bizarre things. Perhaps this is the unique planetary culture of Peditian. The sergeant no longer cared; as long as they could fight and repair the positions, that was enough.

(End of this chapter)