Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The fierce and bright light burned the souls of the traitors, and the rebellious actions were more like fierce and blazing flames rampant in that narrow place. The heavy weapons group of the Imperial Guard took out their own bombs and prepared them in the mine early.

The bloody harvest has begun, and a large number of cultists have turned into flesh and blood in the flames of bombs. They died from the "gift" and "praise" of their own gods, because the Skadi people gave them the initial mercy.

The flesh and blood of the bombs burst out with a disgusting bloody smell. The slogans of the Emperor came one after another, and the suppressed things were stimulated by the Imperial Guard. In fact, many courageous miners rushed to the broken bodies of the dead cultists in the rain of bullets, picked up automatic guns or laser guns and began to fight back against the chaotic cult troops.

Compared with courage, it was more like a process of catharsis, which surprised the Sun Lord a little, but he didn't like it. They could become the new Skadi Fifth Regiment, because even if that world had not been destroyed, it was indeed wiped out outside the empire.

Everything needs to start over again, which makes people sigh. If a living person steps out of hell, he will probably have to step into another hell with weapons.

The Catachan sergeant also cares about them very much. Although those people are skinny, their willpower has reached the standard. They only need one or two years of "exercise" and normal food to reach a good standard.

That is why the Skadi people help there. They need new soldiers as a source of soldiers, regardless of good or bad, and the focus is on compatriots.

There are many cases of accepting residents of other worlds as the strength of the Imperial Guard outside the Empire, but in the case of a normal organization, it is not possible to recruit soldiers from other worlds without the permission of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The regiment-level system of the Imperial Guard is not like the company of the Space Marines, which can be replenished and the number will be retained forever, but it is like a consumable, and the regiment will disappear after the death of the outside personnel.

Although there are cases where the number is retained due to cultural issues, in most cases, the regiment level of the Eastern Empire Guard is equivalent to consumables. Even so, the span of a generation is still not small. Skadi is the only one. Yes, the organization of the Fourth Regiment is still stable. It is rare to return to the mother planet, and it must be necessary to find a good source of soldiers.

Compared with the calmness of the officers, those fighting mortals are more angry and bloody. In fact, those people are still weak even if they are facing the cultists who are unable to see clearly and suppressed by firepower. There is no doubt that they are overwhelmed by long-term malnutrition and the powerful backlash of automatic guns.

It is hard to imagine that the people who just swung the draft with all their strength now need to use cold ice to hold the butt of the gun to shoot normally, but even so, they are still brave and achieve the kill.

Ailanbaier silently remembered the soldiers who snatched the guns and labeled them as available in his heart.

Such a situation also shows that those Chaos traitors do not want to seek labor at all. They do not guarantee that any Skadi people have normal work opportunities. They just need to consume population and collect minerals to maximize their benefits.

No wonder they are so crazy about revenge. After all, people who are very combative will do so when facing something that takes their lives and insults them.

It is like the test that the Emperor gave Skadi a rebirth and brought blood, which is cruel and crazy, cold and terrible.

The Skadi people have been reborn, using thoughts and experiences such as sacrifice and death, cruel revenge, and turned into the most terrible beasts, like nightmares crawling out of the world of death. Even if shooting will cause them to break bones and die, they still want to kill the enemy beasts.

The mine is too narrow for the terrible weapons with a range of hundreds of meters. The meat grinder-like war dyed the ground red. The labor force of tens of thousands of people was reduced to the most elite and crazy 50,000 people in the east. Although they were pitifully thin, they were all red all over and held guns in their legs.

They won, using the blood of traitors and mutants to prove the strength of the people of the Empire. Once again, if it weren't for the Red Pirates' conspiracy and trickery, if it weren't for the external expansion and decay, they would never have fallen to such a point.

When the Sun Lord stepped into that bloody place, blood and minced meat, death or madness, the refugees were completely different. They stood and saluted the Imperial Guard who saved them.

Alan Bair spoke. "That's their credit, everyone. We have now received a reward, the opportunity to join the Imperial Guard, or we can stay outside and rebuild our homeland. He, the Sun Lord, the Skadi War Lord, the Supreme Commander of the Astra Militarum, the General of the Imperial Guard, the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Corps, the Orc Slayer, the Commander of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, and the Commander of the 113th Armored Regiment of Furaxia, announced."

"We are all warriors recognized by the Emperor. Now raise our weapons and join the Legion. Even if we don't join, we can go outside the Legion to receive an unarmed personal supply according to the standard of privates."

At this moment, a refugee shouted. "Sir! Are you serious? He was once a PDF, and his dream was to join the Imperial Guard!" He began to tremble as he held the automatic rifle, not knowing whether he was excited or tired. Alanbair patted him on the shoulder. "Of course, that's right, Private, you are a Private now!"

Another refugee next to him looked at it in disbelief, dumbfounded. From a prisoner to a warrior, the gap was huge. He used to be a struggling Nester, but now he is an Imperial Guard. He was speechless and indescribable, with complicated feelings, but Alanbair knew that all their rewards at this moment were deserved.

It has to be said that the Sun Lord is very good at taking care of people's hearts. Only by throwing them out can they be worshipped. But he is not a rootless duckweed. As a human being, especially a mortal, he is destined to have relatives and friends, or family.

A skinny young man about 16 years old used his unclear head to talk about strange things, telling the Sun Lord's confusing words like his own brother, and about three breaths later, the words were only heard in a small range, and he was pressed to the ground by Catachan who was responsible for maintaining order.

His cheek was pressed against the ground, cold, cold, painful, he soon realized that the strong legs and arms behind him were like a terrible hydraulic press for him.

The Catachan Sergeant who handled the matter was very smart. He walked up to the young man, although he saw that there were indeed some similarities between the two people, such as the black hair and so on.

But the Catachan Sergeant felt that such a person should not be allowed to get close to the Sun Lord, not to mention that he was so close to Alanbair (he was also a guard) and had never heard him describe any family matters, and he would not let the risk get close to the core of the Ming Empire Guard.

He squatted down and asked. "New soldier, what am I talking about?"

"That hero has been protecting the Empire since I was a baby. The aliens he killed could fill the entire Skadi several times, and I was still a baby, caught there, and almost turned into starch."

"What did that great man say to me?"

The young man said tremblingly, his voice was very immature, and considering that he probably didn't grow all his hair, he might be a little late in maturing.

"He...that guy, brother."

The sergeant slapped him, and the force was so strong that the boy almost cried. "I'm red now, what did you say?"

The shriveled cheeks were no longer red, and the boy felt his head buzzing, and his so-called dignity and family affection were worthless in the powerful power of the Empire's machine. But the sergeant did something wrong. If the Empire hero suddenly had a family, his cruel fate in the bureaucratic Colosseum of the Empire would be different. The best protection would be like this, making him indestructible and heartless.

Is it true or not, is it true or not, he can't be the brother of the Sun Lord.

Sergeant Katarchan didn't let him "disappear", but called his men to train the new recruit well...

It's ironic, what is so important to the individual Alanbair is worthless to the entire empire, especially to the Sun Lord.

He must have no soft spots, and be as strong as iron to support the empire to go further, which is both cruel and reasonable, and that's the universe.

And the closest experiencer of the incident, the Sun Lord, the hero of the Astra Militarum, is completely unaware of the incident at this moment, and is even obsessed with counting the spoils.

The dark warehouse was lit up by a beam of light. Because of the lack of supplies, they could use the traitor's clothes to wrap the iron rods, fill them with a small amount of promethium and ignite them into temporary torches for lighting.

In that dark place, there were densely packed containers with rough low Gothic written on them. Alan Baier stepped into it and slowly opened a half-open container door. The large number of removable magazines inside made him happy.

The lieutenant opened another one and the big man showed off. "Canned food, boss, all canned food!"

The huge supplies, food, guns, and ammunition needed by tens of thousands of cultists to stay for several months were all there. To be precise, the supplies in the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment were like a nuclear fusion core sent in the snow. The supplies there were enough to re-arm a unit and the Skadi Fourth Regiment to regroup.

The supplies in that huge base would become the driving force for the Imperial Guard to continue moving forward. The troops that came from the east soon began to distribute things. Almost all the young people joined the Imperial Guard. The temporary establishment of the Skadi Fourth Regiment had reached a mighty 70,000 people, but Alan Baier originally planned to keep the recruits who performed well in the former PDF and the war.

In other words, half of the people needed to form the 5th Skadi Infantry Regiment, but even so, it was an opportunity not to be missed. Those young people who were fed up with traitors would thank the Sun Lord for giving them the opportunity to take up arms.

When Alan Baier enjoyed the hot coffee and normal food heated by the campfire, a small amount of frozen meat or eggs jumped in the frying pan to squeeze out the grease. After the eggs solidified, pour water, black pepper, salt, and add a few pieces of chopped starchy roots, or something like potatoes to maintain carbohydrate intake.

At the same time, most of the big-headed soldiers were curled up and fighting with the Gromon cans with forks. The frozen and solidified grease was difficult to deal with, and they would pour it into the dark green helmets after getting it out.

In order to save the campfire, one helmet would boil several cans, and then look at the one with faster legs or bigger heads to distribute the actual edible amount.

But it was definitely not delicious. At least when combined with the starch made from the corpses of the cultists (or even their own corpses), it could be considered a barely acceptable food, but it was still something that many people wanted.

Protein, oil, and a vitamin powder that was not very tasty, combined with hot water, was the most satisfying thing in this cruel icy hell.

That night, most people curled up in their tents and slept soundly beside their companions, and the idea that the Sun Lord would bring tomorrow gradually sprouted in those poor people, and some even approached the crazy Emperor's faith to the heroes of the Astra Militarum.

It has to be said that it is understandable for the ignorant citizens of the Eastern Empire to do this in such a desperate situation, and the Sun Lord is indeed worthy of that title, because even when most of the soldiers are asleep, Alan Bair, as the commander, is still commanding He was drinking coffee and looking at the combat reports collected by the soldiers.

The chief of staff came up at this moment. He was as worried about the situation of the war as Alan Bair. For him, the soldiers he commanded were his children, friends, and companions. Although he was not a Skadi, it could even be said that he was not a Skadi. He didn't even know where he was born. He came to Zhongji Academy when he was very unconscious and still a baby.

It can be said that the feelings of the Skadi people made him sigh and feel happy, but it was difficult to understand that he had no hometown. For him, the so-called hometown was a meaningless number.

"How is that Miss Inquisitor?" the Chief of Staff said.

Alan Beyer replied. "She? She's writing on the Bordeaux. What's wrong?"

said the staff officer. "I know that's not what he asked. Does it mean that I'm wrong?"

Alan Beyer took a sip of coffee. "It's not like he thinks about women when he sees them. Instead of that, look at that thing."

The staff officer scolded. "Changing the topic again." He took the brown paper and looked at the chaotic records on it, but couldn't help but his face froze.

"Is that true?" he said in disbelief, but the appearance behind him was indeed a bit bizarre and infuriating...

Alan Bayer sighed. "There is no airtight wall in Tiandong, even if it is made of steel."

He put away the unbelievable things, tidied his floor, and prepared to go to sleep. The chief of staff was a little uneasy and walked out of the room with a cigarette. The tattered brown paper was there, saying that the administrator there made a mistake. Words of tribute to a person of high authority.

It clearly says: [Yue'an, to the Grand Inquisitor of Walden, the mining work in the east of the earth is nearing completion, and things are getting smoother. According to the agreement, the cargo ship will arrive at your fortress in three days, and we will agree to it. That part of the precious stones and building minerals is sent, and your loyal servants keep it...]