Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Don't fight a battle you are not sure of.

Keep the war moving, fight and run.

Let the enemy become the main supplier of weapons.

Keep your whereabouts secret.

Military actions must be unexpected.

After seizing some power, immediately form a new column.

Generally speaking, the development of guerrilla warfare goes through three stages: strategic defense; the enemy's actions and guerrilla actions enter a stalemate; and finally completely destroy the enemy.

————————Che Guevara, excerpted from "On Guerrilla Warfare"

Many people think that guerrilla warfare within the scope of a building complex and a few kilometers is not possible, but a small enough team, a strong enough force and a firm will can cross that point, plus the continuous cover and supply of the Imperial Guard's outer camp, the situation faced by the Catachans is not as bad as people imagine.

For example, the dark environment there, even if the castle is in the continuous Lumen Tower, there are many blind spots, and the ground is wet and dark, which provides them with a lot of convenience.

Of course, danger still accompanies them, and if they are safe and not exposed, the radio is strictly controlled, and Catachan can rely on walking like a ghost in that poor area to get a chance.

Not far from the Space Marine camp, the notorious traitors' temporary defense in the thick reinforced concrete walls and guns is timid, terrible decorations or mutated skeletons, anyway, the most deadly is still those Space Marines standing on the wall like statues.

The Catachan Sergeant and his "water team" are lurking, holding a telescope in his legs, and wearing a piece of "Ghillie suit" picked up on the ground, which is a piece of broken iron sheet and cloth sewn together because of the war. To be precise, the equipment of the Ghillie cloak keeps itself quiet enough.

Absolutely quiet, behind the pipes made on the ground for heat dissipation, they look like a group of stable enough fragments, no different from other "brothers and sisters" fragments that appeared because of the war.

"There is only one group every 5 kilometers. The density of Astartes is not that high. Most of them are mortal defense lines composed of cultists." Sergeant Catachan reported to the boy Lightling beside him softly and emphasized.

"I don't need to follow them. They don't need to cook and will leave the camp area for a long time. The only way to contact the camp is regular supply distribution and flares. I insist on not coming back."

The boy Lightling answered. "He is small and hidden, and is proficient in drilling pipes. Secondly, his shooting level is far better than mine, sergeant. He knows that sub-humans like him are not welcome, especially Lightling has problems with touching comrades' supplies, but he swore to the Emperor that he needs to repay the Sun Lord."

"Let him help you, his brother." He said to Catachan heavily.

The sergeant was silent. He looked into the distance and said something completely different from the question of the boy Lightling. "The wall is about three meters high, not too much, but there is barbed wire on the back, so a frontal breakthrough is not possible. He thinks that the hot melt leg mine is good, which can melt the wall, but how to create a breakthrough?"

That is a Catachan-style mistake. If a Catachan shuts up with me like that (asking for tactical advice), then congratulations, I have been accepted by the toughest tough guy in the universe.

The Lightling kid hesitated, then smiled again, and answered as lively, friendly, and stinky as usual. "How about grenades? Use a single grenade with hot melt bombs to smash into the enemy's wall."

The Catachan sergeant shook his head. "No, it's a matter of equivalent. You need hot melt anti-tank mines as thick as a bouquet of flowers, but their best bomb legs only have a range of tens of meters."

The Lightling kid pondered. "If it's not sniping, then the enemy's losses will be so great that they can't maintain the huge defense line. It's not difficult to pass through the weak manpower, but..." He didn't finish his words. The Catachan Sergeant covered his little mouth. Then in the silence, the Space Marines in the distant defense line were chatting with several Mechanicus traitors.

The Catachan Sergeant couldn't hear their conversation, and he couldn't read the speech movements to infer the situation at that distance, but he still needed to pay attention to the situation there to determine the strategic goal.

In the blurred picture and the black and red high-definition night vision effect of the telescope, the Mechanicus Servants handed the black boxes to the Space Marines one by one. After checking, the Servants sent the treasures to the towering fixed machine gun sentry tower.

"He dared to bet that it was a bomb. They needed to find out the supply line and then cut off those things." The Sergeant said.

The Lightling boy asked. "But they are outside the encirclement, how can they hit the people outside?"

"The dam can easily block the river but will not block the raindrops. They are few in number and can enter the periphery through the pipeline. The pipelines there are interconnected and it is not difficult to get out, so the large army cannot evacuate." Sergeant Catachan replied.

"Isn't that his strength?" said the boy Lightling.

Yes, there are many pipelines in that place. Compared with the giant buildings of the Empire, those things are blood vessels and trachea, which are interconnected and practically useful. But that place seems to absorb heat from the center of the earth to generate electricity. In other words, if they find the wrong pipeline, they will be burned into charcoal by the heat of the earth.

This task is heavy and terrible. People without experience cannot tell. The boy Lightling should be the best candidate, the candidate to lead the guerrillas out of the encirclement. At this moment, Sergeant Catachan saw that the enemy reconnaissance team was changing shifts, so he stood up and walked to the vicinity with the troops very quickly to leave that area.

The Ratling boy pointed out the entrance to the nearby cocoa pipeline, which should be concealed enough. The Catachans moved forward very quickly and quietly, and they soon came to the location pointed out by the Lytling, a tunnel heading east and hidden in a semi-protruding ground. The east water pipe carries waste liquid outside.

The Letling boy stroked the blurry words on the mouth of the pipe. It looked like it was hundreds or thousands of years old? "Should there be gray water (recycled water) pipes? They are not corrosive or radioactive, which is a rare good thing."

"How do I tell the difference?" a Catachan recruit asked in a fuss. As a hive man, he couldn't be sure that there was a pipe in that location. Even if there was, he couldn't understand whether the thing discharged radioactive water.

"He can feel the history of a pipe when he touches it. Sir, he is different from people like me. He was born in it and spent most of his life. He knows all the common pipes in the empire." A rare thing for a Letling kid. Proud to say this loudly to elites like Catachan, it is normal for the environment outside the empire to worship force.

However, there are not many months left to show off his power in Catachan. No matter how difficult the guerrilla war from the east is, the boy Letling feels that it is worth it at this moment. Getting hungry and getting yelled at by the Master Chief because of that. "Don't eat! They are a week away from Toji's supply!"

The boy Letling touched his backpack. There were about 15 kilograms of food and a carbine. Without a body armor, it was a full 40 kilograms, but would it last a week?

His habitual need to eat breakfast, brunch, lunch, lunch, dinner, tea, and dinner is completely different. Usually he can eat the entire backpack of food alone in one day, although the individual soldier rations there are not high enough. Measuring, a small stick in his leg has 400 calories, but it would be painful for a Letling boy not to eat!

He regretted it, he regretted it very much, but he carefully put away those things. However, he did not retreat, but instead moved forward as a soldier with his new compatriots who were not of his own blood. He was born in the pipeline and walked into that dark and gloomy place. The place felt like he was back in his hometown, with the constant patter of military boots on the ground. He took the lead and carved his own path through the intricate pipelines like a blind guide dog.

The pipeline is not for human beings to walk through. It is winding and has strange bones. It is very life-threatening, but it is nothing to the boy Letling. Even if he does not have equipment, he can still use his legs to finger it. The fluff that is there is climbing on those things, no matter how smooth the moss-covered pipe wall is, it can climb like a spider.

His exploration is very useful, and when he comes back, he will bring a lot of rodents to fill the food gap of the troops, because Catachan is struggling in the pipeline, and those animals also alleviate the supply problem very well, although on the two-day road The Letling boy still lost a lot of weight during the journey.

It’s hard to imagine that other than a slightly bulging belly, that little body has anything to do with gluttony. But in fact, the food consumption of the Lytlin people is greater than that of ordinary people. The good news is that the Lytlin boy was born during Pan Lan’s time. Just because he endured hunger for a long time due to crowding and riots, lack of food did not make him lose his fighting ability.

And his strong will was indeed recognized by the Catachans. The forest warriors also proposed to give food to the Ratling boys, but the Ratling boys, who knew how much they asked for food, all refused. It is hard to imagine that outside the empire, A Letling known for petty theft would do something like that.

But is it true? As a soulless person, his life has rarely been exposed to mainstream Letling society, and stealing is rare. He is not one of those notorious and notorious guys, but the birth given to him by the Emperor is like this, stinky , and full of disgusting elements.

The method is destined, he is no different from those rodents in the pipeline, just like his birth, he is destined to be ostracized and hated by others. But Cady is different, the Sun Lord is different, and the war is different. The Empire will unconditionally appreciate those sacrifices at this moment The Emperor will protect those who fight for the Empire on the battlefield, even if they are born in the East.

Is that what most soldiers in the empire think? The Imperial Guard has given them the opportunity to change, from hive waste to independent veterans, to express their value to the emperor, to prove their existence to the empire, to express all their resentments and gifts. come out.

At every bend in the pipeline, the Letling boys would use tellurium metal pipes to carve out marks that could be distinguished by touch to record the road. Therefore, they could avoid many places and continue to trial and error in the maze-like pipes. He could easily pass The touch while carving discerns the nature of the pipe.

Therefore, he promised that when he came back, the Imperial Guard would be able to cross there in less than one-tenth of the time now. Of course, it would be no problem if he could understand the mark.

And when the last ray of light from the long journey shone in front of them, it was not the sunshine that made people warm and comfortable, but the light of the Lumen Tower that made people sick. The lack of ultraviolet light made people uncomfortable, even though most people in the hive city It's a mistake to get used to feeling like that.

He didn't go into the wrong pipe, and the two-day march was now paying off. There was no doubt whether the boy Letling was a hero or a miracle, but people usually wouldn't cheer for him. But tomorrow, when he poked his head out of the pipe, he was hit by a gun. Just hold it down with your thick legs and arms, and the magnetic voice said. ‘Well done, brother. "

Whether it was Catachan's voice or Catachan's recognition, after three years, the team once again accepted outsiders. Compared with the despair at that time, the situation was much better.

And when the Catachans leave the outside of the pipeline, it is not the rear of the battle line, nor is it the free world that the Skadi people currently dream of, but their power cannot break through the enemy's siege and return to the ground to transmit intelligence. Studying the situation in the underground hollow that looks like a tattered metal garbage dump.

They quickly found a road that had been cleared by humans. It was wide enough to pass the Emperor's Baneblade. The tires on it told them that a lot of things, such as transport vehicles, had passed there.

"Just over there." The Master Chief judged the time by crawling like a hound. "It's been there for about a day. No cars have passed by there, but there are no traces left the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday."

"Is it the convoy of the Mechanicus?" asked the Letling boy.

"Absolutely. Even if you don't, you can still transport food or something." After the Master Chief said, the boy Letling's stomach growled. The boy was shrinking his head for fear of being scolded, but the Master Chief looked at the skinny guy. ,Sighed.

"Go to the pipe to make a smokeless fire with promethium and iron barrels, and prepare food for them." Then he took out his own supplies, canned meat, starch, canned beans, salt, sugar, etc.

"With the food there, his physique is like carrying 20 kilograms more than me." The Master Chief took out the emergency food and reserves. It was irrational, but it was rare for him to relent. Secondly, the Letling boy gave them the secret to going back. , or replenishing the body and maintaining morale, cooking and rest are also crucial.

Everyone was blushing. He was looking for an excuse. This man who had never cared about them had made the mistake of showing weak feelings to his brothers and compatriots for the first time. At first, it turned into words with lame excuses, and It turns out that there is no Superman in that world.

No matter how powerful and powerful I am, I hope my spirit and will remain the same. Human beings can't help but feel attached to something and care about the things around them, and there are not only wars in the entire universe.

As the flames rose from the pipe, the boy Letling wiped away the liquid in the pipe and made it dry and comfortable. He used iron sheets as frying pans, iron buckets as pots, beans to make thick soup, and cans and starch to make steaks.

Catachan and Lytlin, two groups of people who have never been able to get along, are holding hands in Skadi's homeland. At this moment, the rat people and apes are walking in the metal caves and sharing food.

Damn I forgot to change the title (I typed it casually)

That chapter should be called The Ape and the Rat