Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 233 Who am I? hero? Time travel? The Emperor's Angel?

For many years since entering the expedition, the Skadi Infantry Regiment has become a model that cannot be failed. The Sun Lord always knows what qualities his soldiers need, even if they are cruel to those poor people who have narrowly escaped death, they are too cruel. Even if people tremble, that thing will not change.

It was ironic to step into that dark warehouse, which was like a dungeon but could be a safe house for the Imperial Guard.

At the same time, the number of wounded and dead now reached tens of thousands, and even more people deserted the march, which was almost unavoidable.

But if we don't carry out crazy aggression, occupy a place where we can rest and recuperate, and forcefully attack the castle, we will cause greater losses.

Madness and daring replaced success, and as always, as a commander and strategist, the Sun Lord made no mistake about the kindness of his soldiers, and whether he himself was expendable in the grand scheme of things.

Is that the case in that universe? Death may not necessarily be terrible, but if the soul falls into the maw of the Chaos Gods, it will definitely be a crazier thing than death.

Secondly, the attack also determines whether the recruits who have courage and will but no experience or luck are suitable to become Skadi infantry.

It must be both, with no shortcomings, firm will, and no hesitation. Even if Ruming's team has shrunk a lot, with only 50,000 people, Alan Bayer does not feel bad, but the overall military strength is increasing.

Fewer infantry meant that Skadi's 4th Company's stretched staff could be eased, and it also meant less pressure on the command. Although brutal, it was the fastest leg to pull those men directly into the battlefield.

Secondly, the new recruits disperse the firepower carried by the veterans, allowing the fully armed and well-equipped Skadi veterans to exert more power unscrupulously. At the same time, their dazzling performance and iron-blooded style will be passed on to the students like a teacher to a student. new recruits.

The Sun Lord is using the fastest method to teach the new recruits how to survive as the Imperial Guard in that dark universe and how to adapt to the craziest and most changing war.

Multiple sandbags were carried out from the warehouse, and the external transportation gate was firmly blocked by the war defense line. The loose structure of the sand could alleviate the firing of most power weapons. This logic can still be used after the fortieth millennium.

The more primitive things are, the closer they are to the truth of war. The essence of war is whether it is to chop each other and throw stones at each other, or whether it is constantly expanding and changing in the terrible machine called civilization, and it just seems different.

That thing is not complicated. The sandbag can resist shooting, making it difficult for projectiles to pass through. It is stronger than the human body and weighs a lot, that's all.

The enemy near the simple camp has been cleared. In addition to barbed wire, sandbags and basic emergency food, the warehouse can not meet the soldiers' daily intake of emergency food. There are canned beans, to be precise, canned beans produced in the agricultural world, which are similar to boiled rotten ones. broad bean.

The beans soaked in the pale red soup were like swollen corpses, but they only tasted slightly sour and impressively monotonous.

Whether it is possible to provide soldiers with extra fluids on the battlefield, especially behind enemy lines, is neither a measurable guarantee nor a psychological comfort.

Cook starch cubes, beans, and a small amount of meat together to make a delicious paste, which is the secret to maintaining the battle line.

The Sun Lord did not regret attacking that warehouse, which provided a large amount of basic materials and good supplies. After all, even if he was provided with any weapons, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers without training and operation to exert their power.

Wrong, the Emperor's blessing, or the Emperor's blessing, they were able to get there so smoothly. The Sun Lord stood in the newly built small watchtower. To be precise, he used wooden boards to hit things on the surface of the slightly higher castle. With sufficient manpower and materials, the project was completed in less than a day.

There is no need to doubt the engineering ability of the Imperial Guards who can dig trenches. They have the numbers, experience, and physical strength. As long as they have enough food and available firearms, they can unleash their amazing potential.

Cultists are no more terrifying than monsters, ghosts, and snake gods. At least they are more "mellow" than orcs, dark elves, titanium and other aliens. At this moment, Alan Bayer listened to the sound of the gurgling pot behind him and used the locking system to aim far away. Traitors under investigation.

That was one of the few pleasures he had, or to be precise, it was the pleasure of two people. When the smell of rice carried a bone-deep stench like that of an untouchable person, Alan Bayer lamented the pain in his nose, and then shot.

Bang bang bang, three shots were fired, hitting the reconnaissance team moving forward hidden in the haze of the building in the distance violently. The projectiles grazed the skeleton decorations and adamantine walls, and accurately hit the heads of those people.

The mortal body was evaporated in an instant, and a frightening scene was displayed where the source touched it. A body was still intact and kept the same appearance as when it acted before. The entire head disappeared, and the clothes on the shoulders were facing away. Evaporates, revealing charred skin.

Even his teammates didn't notice that it was wrong. After shaking his body that suddenly stopped moving, the body realized its own death and fell slowly, so that its chest was rising and falling weakly.

Some lucky ones, seeing the death of their teammates in front of them, no longer dare to move forward. The terrifying corpses are almost suffocating, and they can run away in embarrassment.

The relic leg gun cannot be used in this way under normal circumstances. The mechanical sight without a scope means that although the relic of the Dark Ages has a powerful shooting distance and accuracy, it is inconvenient and does not have a scope installed.

But without the blessing of the Sun Lord Emperor, he had a cheat, so he had no fear, and even turned that incident into fun, enjoying the chaotic fear of those traitors, which could not only demoralize the enemy, but also hinder the investigation.

Therefore, Skadi's first sniper leg, the Letling boy and the second sniper leg, the Sun Lord, are locked in that tiny place. The good news is that Alan Bair can enjoy delicious stew, and the Letling boy can enjoy the veteran supplies, but With access to fresh meat and canned Glo, the Sun Lord can simply grab the goods from the inventory.

A piece of soft and juicy stewed meat with a special flavor was paired with a few rare leaves of green vegetables and bread. The unique body odor of the Letling boy made the delicacy feel like stinky tofu.

His hairy legs cut into pieces of flesh, and for the first time he wore leg braces to maintain proper hygiene because he was not allowed to feed the Sun Lord.

"Boss, you're done." Boy Letling said. Although Alan Bayer knew that his ugliness was not his problem, and had experienced many wars, and had tasted the worst situations, he would not care about the smell, but that thing Did the disgust of consciousness touch his soul?

Alan Bayer forced himself to squeeze out the words of thanks through his teeth and tried to remain normal, because he didn't want to breathe at the moment, and he even thought about it in a bad way if the psychic and the untouchable were allowed to stay together for a day. That one will go crazy first.

The food is indeed remarkable. Since the boy Lytlin is the only chef that Alan Bair can have contact with for a long time, he has given many of his Chinese food ideas to the boy Lytling. Although the sun lord has only a little understanding of it, he is wrong. It is a rare treasure for rat people who are exploring the path of food.

In the 40th millennium, when entertainment gradually faded away, the concepts of steaming and stir-frying, as well as the use of fermented sauces, gave the rat people many crazy ideas, which were limited to war environments and could not be used.

At this moment, Alan Bayer actually tasted the flavor of liquid braised meat from the stew. The fat of the glomon was originally similar to pork. It was cooked and fried for a long time with sugar color. Except that there was no earthen pot and rice wine, the taste was Already remarkable.

The taste impact of pairing it with bread is a bit like eating braised pork with grilled steamed buns, which makes Alan Bayer, a former rice lover, slightly uncomfortable, but it is also difficult to imagine a diet that is not a battlefield.

"I'm really a genius." He was not stingy with his praise. Even the innately disgusting attributes of the untouchable could not prevent Alan Bayer from commenting like this. The boy Lytlin rubbed his curly hair, half short in stature. If you stand up, Alan Bayer will go to Donggao.

He stretched out, gulped down the greasy food to replenish his energy, and then began to snipe at the enemy with his carbine.

He could even be distracted and shut up to Alan Beyer. "Boss, where was I born? Am I a noble from the legendary Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar? Skadi doesn't have much food culture."

Alan Bair fights haha. "No, he just likes reading."

"But you have never seen anything other than a strategic report in front of him." The boy Letling said, and fired outside, making the air there become silent and mixed with the roar of firearms.

He waited for a while and then said reluctantly. "I am not a Skadi, everyone can see that. Some say I am an angel sent by the Emperor. Some say I am not a man brought from ancient times by the warp. Some say I have experienced the Great Crusade and witnessed The appearance of an emperor walking on earth.”

"Although it is strange for him to ask, he has to admit that the entire expeditionary force, yes, the entire empire who knows what I have been through is troubled by that incident."

"Who am I?" the boy asked in a serious tone, but he did not dare to turn his head and look at Alan Bayer, because as a soldier, he did not dare to question his commander, and as an individual, he was not allowed to question his friends. But he must not be soft-hearted. Is there a chance to get the answer now?

He now hoped that the Sun Lord would tell him a ridiculous but hopeful statement, solve the mystery to him, and tell him who he was following.

The Imperial Guards are not fools, and the Imperial people are not fools either. Alan Bair used a spoon to stir the Glo pork belly floating in reddish-brown oil in his bowl, thinking about how to show off.

He can't be honest publicly, but he has his own secret client. Does the Sun Lord need to tell the person he trusts the answer to overcome his hesitation.

The Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy have no longer considered one of their own, and he has reached the pinnacle of power. No matter how outrageous the things he says at this moment are, as long as he proves that he is loyal to the Emperor, the big things will become smaller. What's more, outside the Empire, in the Dark Ages There are many people who have traveled through the Ming Dynasty. In the subspace, everything is possible.

He decided to confess, which was not bad, but could stabilize people's hearts. Secondly, he didn't know whether what he knew was true or not, whether it was in line with the truth of that world, because it is fundamental only when it is practiced. He has not experienced anything from the Great Crusade era, and only knows a few words made up by people in another era.

Considering that psychics existed in the ancient Terran era, Alan Bayer speculated that a British psychic used his powers to predict those things, adding to the subsequent thinking of more and more boys, and gradually changing the universe. A future reality is constructed, but is it accurate, or was the Emperor himself involved in that?

Who knows, maybe it’s a parallel world, maybe it’s subspace, but that aspect will always be so mysterious and fascinating.

So since Alan Bayer uses his own "ancient imagination" to lead future heroes forward, then they are qualified to know where that "absurd dream" comes from.

"Okay, what he said next will not be recorded in Miss Inquisitor's record, but what he said is definitely wrong or the truth." Alan Bair said.

"First of all, he does have some secrets, but people in that era have secrets. I also know that everyone will have a bad past or a bad health situation." Alan Bayer said, suddenly stuck, he have to say.

"I'm sorry, let him think about the wording. It's hard to describe. First of all..."

"He didn't deny that time..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw an irritating bright red flower in the distance outside the observation deck from the corner of his eye.

"Red Pirate!" he yelled, and the Lytlin boy suddenly became confused and said. "Have I ever been a red pirate?!"

"Go to the nm Red Pirates. He said there are red pirates coming. Look carefully behind the bunker at 3 o'clock." Alan Bayer emphasized. After a while, the boy Letling also saw the conspicuous trophy rack. To be precise, they They didn't want to hide themselves. Even if the fault was with the heroes of the Imperial Guard, they didn't think they were any worse than mortals.

This kind of arrogance is not what Alan Bair likes to see, and it is not the fundamental reason why the Sun Lord has repeatedly pressed the Space Marines to the ground and rubbed their mutated old faces against the ground.

If the Empire becomes an organized warband, the Skadi people will have a hard time, but the Chaos Space Marines without logic and command, no matter how strong their physical strength and combat effectiveness are, they will not be able to defeat the Chaos Demons and Daemon Princes per capita. Just a single soldier.

Contrary to people's concepts, joining Chaos did not make those guys stronger, but made them weaker. They lost tactics and command, and they were no longer scary.

The Sun Lord turned on the radio. "Everyone is prepared. The Space Marines are here. Tell the new recruits not to step out of the bunker and not to attack."

"That's wrong. You can't keep the dog tags in your mouth to avoid being blown up by bombs. Secondly, these are all made by our own improvised craftsmanship. They are very clear. If you can't see the name, be careful!"