Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

In the telescope, the guy who pushed through the forest was wearing dark clothes, blending in with the environment. He had a huge leg gun on his waist, which was about the same height as a normal human being. The leg gun was as big as half a beam gun.

Compared with the noisy and numerous members of its kind, it appears unsociable, quiet, and even dangerous...

Just as Alan Bair was about to call out that there was a green skin, he saw it suddenly look towards his position, took out his thigh gun, and gestured to fire, and then, the barrel of the gun trembled violently.

Alan Byrma retreated into the bunker to the east, almost paralyzing his body. Then he quickly realized that there was no way he could shoot faster than a bullet. The greenskin didn't fire at all, not even anyone except him. People knew the greenskin was coming.

A word quickly flashed in his mind, special operations boy...

The lieutenant and the lieutenant looked at Alan Bayer's abnormality and Ma Zai asked. "Sergeant, what did I find?"

Alan Bayer took a few long breaths. "Greenskin, he saw the greenskin dressed neatly and blending into the forest."

They were on alert, looking everywhere but finding nothing, and comforting Alan Bair.

"Recruits, we don't have that kind of green skin. It's okay. They will be noisy, chirping and charging, but they won't hide themselves." Zaiwei looked around, as if Dong Dong would fire a bullet in a second.

The lieutenant directly touched his shoulder and asked him to calm down.

But Alan Bair couldn't crawl out of the fear just now for a long time. There is no doubt that if the greenskin was not afraid of being exposed by the gunshot, he would have closed his eyes now and went to see the emperor.

Time passed by, and the two lieutenants did not find the so-called orcs. They comforted Alan Bair and thought too much. There could be no orcs planning a real attack.

Mr. John is also walking on the second floor with his teammates at this moment. "Platoon commander, it's time for their shift change."

Like a caring big sister, the lieutenant led Alan Beyer eastward to his room, but no matter what, he firmly believed that he was not hallucinating.

In my room, I kept having messy thoughts. Will the attack come? No? What is that green guy doing? Will you die?

When his breathing became rapid, Alan Bayer realized for the first time that he was so fragile, just like those new recruits.

But waiting will lead to death. He walked out of the door, left the room, and took the laser gun that he had carefully cleaned. No matter what, his comrades must be protected by themselves.

The outpost is not big, with trenches and barbed wire. The light of the Lumen Tower can illuminate the entire outpost for a thousand meters. Even if you don't have special operations, you can't get close to it in complete peace of mind.

There was no doubt that his worries were illogical, but the unsettling feeling lingered.

He walked out of the room and came to the trench. There was almost no one there, except for a small number of maintenance personnel who were renovating the heavy bolter so that it could work at its best.

Or place a large number of explosive explosives on the ground near the front line, bury them in the soil, take out the wires, and install pressure plates to make simple mines to strengthen the defenses. But even then, the large amount of explosives in the warehouse will still not be available. There are no traces of exhaustion, and there are not many veterans who can handle such things.

There were four platoons stationed in that place before, but it was empty. A large number of personal belongings could be seen in many rooms, and corpses?

Maybe he was dragged back to his home planet, but Alan Bair felt that the unknown imperial soldier Coco had become Yoko...

He sighed, so what, he would still eat, otherwise he would become one of them.

But the defensive power of the Ruming sentry tower was sufficient, relying on explosives and the supplies they had just brought, as well as trenches, barbed wire, walls, and bombs built by the empire.

No matter how many boys there are, they can't break through their defense line because they have five heavy bolters!

But Alan Bair quickly realized that that place should be very important, otherwise there would not be so many defensive forces, where Coco directly borders a certain greenskin tribe.

Then he smiled bitterly.

"Are you doing too well?"

Perhaps he had used too much force. Their team was definitely not as elite as they appeared. He pursed his lips and looked at the dark forest, his thoughts drifting away.

Until a sudden war cry broke the silence. It was a sound he didn't want to hear in his life.

"waaaaagh!"

After that voice appeared, the entire sentry tower seemed to be twisted like clockwork. Veterans climbed into the trenches, some were riding heavy explosive bombs, and lieutenants were joining the battlefield on horseback.

The lieutenant and the lieutenant entered the battle line, and their vigilant looks were not at all like the soldier's style just now.

In just one minute, soldiers filled the battle line. The sentry tower was not large, and attacks appeared from all directions in the forest.

That forest has changed from a dark and terrifying forest to a forest where a large number of green skins can appear anytime and anywhere.

The air was as solid as water, and there were the gentle gasps of the soldiers, and the sounds of explosive chains and guns hitting metal.

His own soldiers were the last to arrive. It took the veterans only one minute, but it took them two minutes, making the atmosphere awkward.

Many veterans who came from the East were wrong to point out their faults, and also commented that their platoon leaders were probably not good enough.

Alan Beyer is too lazy to care, and he really can't compare with the veterans.

But the lieutenant suddenly stopped his shoulders and lifted his legs into his arms.

"Don't point fingers, that child is my mother's! If you don't accept it, let's fight?!"

Alan Bayer pushed away with a blushing face. "He does not need my protection. After he joins the tithe, he will be a soldier of the empire, not a civilian."

"And he accepts all our mistakes and dissatisfaction with him. He will not ignore his shortcomings. If he cannot face his mistakes and repair them, he will also be killed by the greenskins!"

The soldiers were silent, facing such a consciousness that most ordinary people could not achieve just now on the battlefield, facing the reality that they were weak and useless.

Many people think they are special until a gun tells them they are not.

Soon the veterans had nothing to say, and Alan Bayer was greeted by the lieutenant who embraced him even more warmly...

"Ahem...enough..." He pushed the strong woman away again. To be honest, his cheeks could feel soft. After all, she was also a beautiful woman.

But that kind of ambiguity didn't last long, when a buzzing sound roared, pulling Alan Bayer back into the war.

It was a rumbling machine with black smoke and coal. The big disc saw cut through the thick roots of the ferns and let them fall away.

"The God-Emperor is here, stop the orcs' walkers and heavy explosive bombs, shoot!"