Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The huge, tattered spaceship was painted with red marks and green light glowed around it. It appeared suddenly and passed through the orbit and atmosphere of the planet.

There is no doubt that the Imperial Navy theoretically should intercept them, but the technology used by the Orks does not require Mandeville points, which is why the Empire has no way to deal with the Orc pirates.

As for the battleship called "Boom Boy", although most humans can judge the level of the orc battleship by its size and the number of guns, but in the mouths of the orcs, their battleships do have series names.

In theory, that strategic ship can carry a large number of boys, enough to take a green-skin tribe away from their own planet, but it has to be said that two battleship-level orc warships gathered together without a powerful enough boss will probably Impossible to appear.

Soon they will fight each other, so it is more difficult for the orcs to unite, thanks to such bad habits, otherwise the galaxy will not be green.

Boom, boom, falling from the sky like a meteor. Generally speaking, a battleship cannot enter the atmosphere due to its huge size. It will be pulled by the weight of the planet and then disintegrate.

But it doesn't matter to the boss of the battleship whether he is wrong or not...

Because his kid has already calculated the landing place, and the ship has indeed flown for too long, it can be scrapped after landing and can be used as scrap.

For orcs, there is no "trash" but "treasure".

While he was training the boys on how to sneak, how to kill humans, and how to shoot, the one-eyed man turned his head and saw a huge spaceship leaning to the side. The hull had been burned red by the atmosphere, and it was hitting the east like a meteor. He was cursing outside.

"Damn it, who drove the boat?!"

"Hurry up and prepare the close-range defense artillery and get it ready!"

Well, he already cursed.

But it was too late. When the huge "comet" hit the surface of the planet, the huge impact overturned the house of Lingke boy in the tribe and blew away the squirges that were being cultivated. It was very likely that the machine tyrant had just repaired it. Several fart cans were also knocked around.

From the wreckage of the battleship in the distance, boys in black armor crawled out and began to skillfully dismantle the hull and then use the waste to build their own camp.

Then the huge boss came out of the boat. All his dongs were gone, replaced with metal teeth, and he wore a horned hat to publicize his origins.

The dark smoke and burnt brown smell overflowed from his skin. The huge power claws and good enough armor swore that the orcs had the financial resources. As he walked towards the camp, all the one-eyed boys raised their guns and looked at him warily. Then there's the boss.

One Eye has grown a lot now due to the power of waaaagh, but in front of the boss, it's as if he hasn't grown a little.

With one eye, he looked at the orc warlord's attire. "Goff..."

Then the Iron Teeth Warlord also looked at One Eye. "Blood Ax Bastard."

But it's almost a miracle that they didn't fight, Iron Teeth said. "Where's the guy with the dead skull?"

One Eye glanced at the location of the statue in the square. It had turned into a big pit. At this moment, the marble seat had also turned into a seat made by the orc warlord, and the head was hanging on it.

The iron teeth of the Gaof clan rubbed the tip of their noses. "No, it doesn't matter, I just need to be beaten."

"After all the shrimps on Zhai Mulu's planet die, it will be my turn!"

One Eye returned to the camp without saying a word. Cooperation? New kid?

If Death Skull told him that Gaofu was coming, he would prepare close-range defense artillery and hit that bastard eastward in advance!

Because of this, he had to tighten the defense in the camp, and he began to arrange a large number of boys to patrol to prevent the bastards from the Gough clan from sneaking into his head.

Although they should just cut them down, because of their own good habits, the boys placed various anti-reconnaissance traps around the camp, such as tattered jingle bells tied with ropes, or simple trigger traps.

But the professionals did not disdain the special operations boys. They took out the special homemade anti-reconnaissance equipment, a wooden board and two wooden sticks, and placed them in the mud. If someone stepped on them, they would crack and make a sound.

That wasn't anything particularly advanced, but the special operations boy knew very well how a truly silent person would walk.

When the camp was fortified, the sky gradually turned dark. One-Eye originally planned to kill the outpost during that time, but he did not dare to attack because of Gough. This was good news for the Empire, and for the Astra Militarum. The appearance of the Orcs Fights are commonplace.

But whether there is one eye or iron teeth, the victory of one of the two orcs can bring about a huge and terrifying waaagh sweeping that beautiful world.

But in the current situation, Alan Bair does not know, Catachan does not know, and Lieutenant Colonel Avada does not know, whether they are lurking in the forest, waiting for opportunities like poisonous snakes, when the Catachans come to the camp When nearby, the strong smell of green skin allowed them to quickly determine the enemy's situation.

Avada whispered.

"The number is more than expected."

The veteran nearby observed the dark camp.

"It seems to be the size of two tribes, and it is expanding!"

The Catachans quickly analyzed the situation, and as elites of the Astra Militarum, they would not return empty-legged. Several veterans with storm grenades found a strange room with all kinds of messy decorations hanging on it. It has a huge orcish face, one red and one green, painted on it.

Catachan doesn't know what it is, but experience tells them that if they just ask for a shot to the east, all the nearby greenskins will die due to the inexplicable amount of headshots.

Facts have proved that experience can indeed bring miraculous results, and the green-skinned Coco didn't know why, but the Lingke kid suddenly went crazy.

But the Catachans had to get closer to the firing range first. Avada quickly identified the specific location and asked the soldiers to approach slowly.

Quietly, there are many patrols, but they are afraid that if the orcs pass by, they will suddenly be "eaten" by the "grass".

The grass would grow thick legs and arms, most of which were bronze, and then it would pull him inside of it. Without even a scream, the orc disappeared out of thin air.

When other orcs are scared, a laser carbine equipped with a flash suppressor will give him a headshot at close range, and the modified firearm will completely destroy his head.

Along the way, they also discovered many crude traps of orcs, and the veterans communicated roughly using leg language.

And they started chatting. "Isn't that ghost orc there? It's too easy to infiltrate."

Avada thought about Alan Bair's expression at that time. "It's better to be careful!"

A moment later, a soldier stepped into the rotting plants, and the soles of his feet touched the fragile wooden boards, making a clear sound. "Click"