Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Hell gun, the wrath of the empire, a powerful weapon, but if I had to ignore the 15 kilogram big bag and its complicated maintenance and repair logistics, then why would the Mechanicum come there.

Alan Bayer didn't have time to learn so many things. It was already difficult to just pull the trigger. He had to pay attention to the issues of pressure and heat.

The hell gun usually used by the empire can be carried in a backpack with 150 rounds of ammunition, strong explosive power and penetrating power, and a rate of fire that is not inferior to that of a machine gun.

It is equivalent to a mobile heavy explosive bomb.

If such weapons could be concentrated and equipped, all the enemies of the Empire would probably be wiped out, but in reality their number and the forge worlds that can produce them are too few in the vast territory of the Empire.

The leg book for new recruits of the Astra Militarum clearly stipulates that no weapon can leave the body or be placed on the ground. Even if it is absolutely necessary, it must be stored in a strict and complete armory.

In other words, Alan Bair is now wearing that suit of carapace and carrying a large power bag. Except for hanging it on the wall when sleeping, try to carry it with you at other times to avoid displeasure from the machine spirit...

And Ruming Alan Bair felt the heaviness of the empire,

Rumin Alan Beyer misses his "leg flashlight" very much, at least it won't be that heavy.

He lowered his head, used the pull tab to break the seal, and opened the lid of a nutritional porridge ration uniformly distributed by the Imperial Guard.

The slogan of the Ministry of Military Affairs is printed on the face.

[As an Imperial Guard soldier, I will be eating the Imperial Guard Nutritious Porridge Ration, which is available in 16 ready-to-eat flavors and is designed to be easy to eat on the battlefield. Imperial Guard Nutrient Porridge contains all the nutritional requirements of Astra Militarum combatants and has a shelf life of 160 standard years. 】

[Note: If the Imperial Guard's nutritional porridge ration is used as the soldier's sole food source for more than 5 consecutive days, adverse reactions that may be observed include, but are not limited to, headaches, gastrointestinal discomfort, fetal malformations, and heart failure. 】

Alan Beyer used his spoon to scoop out a spoonful of half-solidified nutritious porridge and brought it to his mouth.

He chewed the porridge-like paste, which was a somewhat useless action, and then swallowed it, trying to judge the taste with his tongue.

That's a bit like Skadi's traditional dish, purple cabbage kipper soup.

He looked at the lid, and it said nutritious porridge with the flavor of roasted chicken.

Since he didn't know where it was, and he didn't know what that kind of roast chicken should taste like, he couldn't say how good it tasted, but if he was asked to taste it carefully, he would say it didn't taste good.

If you don’t take into account the need to take the lead and show discipline, Alan Bayer Coco has already gone into the forest to deal with unlucky primitive animals to obtain protein, but you also have to consider whether he will directly see the Emperor due to space viruses or allergies. .

Food is always the most embarrassing place. Even if humans can survive there, the planets are so different and the differences between people are not small. And the real veterans always think that eating food from outer space is not inconsistent, maybe because They've been through worse confinements.

After all, delicious canned meat is not available every day, and protein and oil will always be hard currency on the battlefield. After the greenskins attack and cut off the supply, those things can allow the camp to survive for a few more days. He sighed, He also ordered John to take the new soldiers to patrol the nearby forest to prevent them from being too idle.

And while Alan Bair was calculating his budget and was troubled by the so-called weight and food, not far from Karu City to Outpost No. 3, Catachan was also having lunch.

The Catachan people pay attention to the three "S" in any activities, and it is not against Slaanesh!

And no hunting, moisture, survival, the three "S".

When Lieutenant Colonel Avada cut open the belly of a lizard the size of a light blue leg paw, squeezed out its external organs, and then looked at it, he was a little disappointed because there were no toxins in it and it tasted bland.

He also threw away the inedible organs of the lizard, leaving the liver, gallbladder, and the like, and skillfully peeled them off with a sharp Katachan knife, just like peeling off a banana, and then peeled off the skin with blue scales. The lizard swallowed it in one gulp.

Then chew it slowly...

There was a clicking sound. If I were nearby, I would definitely think that he was eating roast chicken or something. Red liquid flowed out of his mouth. But for Catachan, the creatures of the gentle world are so delicious. Those who are not in their hometown.

But please don't doubt whether they are subhumans. They are undoubtedly the most loyal and pure people in the empire.

Catachan's team continued to move forward, and they soon discovered discordant things in the forest, including downed branches, squeezed rot, and the burnt brown residue of ferns shot out by laser guns.

Have those guys encountered an enemy? But Lieutenant Colonel Avada quickly denied that there was no blood there.

A group of Catachan suddenly smiled after seeing the mess there.

"He's dying. Someone shot him out of fear in the forest. It was really the funniest thing he saw in that time."

Lieutenant Catachan looked at the chaos there and found it interesting that even though they seemed so noisy, they were still quiet compared to the forest.

And Avada commented directly. "If he needs to chase them, he can feel them there even with his eyes closed."

The group of people continued to move forward, not afraid of the dark and noisy forest at all, because for them, the real threat was not something noisy, but something quiet.

If something is truly quiet and silent, there is no doubt that it is a true predator.

That forest was nothing more than an amusement park for Catachan. Except for the climate being like their hometown, it had nothing to do with it.

Avada walked quite far when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears, and his leg fingers made a signal.

【stop】

Other Catachan also felt something good. There was something with two feet nearby. They drew their swords. Everything was quiet. It was hard to imagine how a hundred or so people gathered in the forest and became one with it. Not marching so fast.

Had the 3rd Skadi Infantry been there, it would have turned the march into a leaf-stomping contest.

And time passed by, and when Avada smelled the scent, he rushed out of the dense forest, past the cover of branches and leaves, or rather the entire group.

Then the target was suppressed, the blade was clamped on his neck, and in just ten seconds, a platoon of people was captured alive without any sound.

Avada saw clearly the person he was suppressing. He was a young recruit. His military rank was sergeant. The dog tag said John... He was not worthy of being suppressed by Avada. After seeing it, Avada could suppress it. shouted at him.

"Wen Xingren, let them go and continue marching!"