Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 239 Lack of resources, looking at the sky from a well

"The Emperor provides them with the tools they need to conquer their enemies. However, a responsible commander must always remember to protect those tools. Using all resources may win a battle, but that strategy is easy. Lose a war."

——Sun Lord Macarius

In the absolutely safe fortress, the sharp knife tore at the steak until the thick fibers of the noble bull ant meat were completely broken, spilling out the protein that was destroyed in the special cooking and turned into bright red gravy. The fork picked up the piece of meat. Beautiful meat, something perfectly cooked but as tender as raw in cross-section.

The luxurious dress and bearskin coat, the sound of the judge chewing softly and the rare wine represent the purity and nobility of the most barbaric roasted meat. In that dark hall, the judge Sprinkle in rosemary and black pepper again, and stretch out his legs to ask the guests on the other side of his table if they want spices. In the faint candlelight, the tables are facing each other, and the giant's disgusted expression is clearly revealed.

The giant has been many years old. Even if he is not a superman, he will still have wrinkled lines on his skin. He once walked the earth at the same time as the emperor and saw the living master of mankind. If he was wearing a The thick and honorable armor, with many vellum and complex runes, is a relic of the chapter called the Terminators.

And he did not enjoy the food, because since he emerged from the Maelstrom and left the warp, he had been humiliated and humiliated many times by mortals, not by the Imperial Guard or the Sun Lord, but by the damn Inquisitor in front of him.

He pierced the delicious food with his fork, and the juice burst out like blood and overflowed, and he said viciously. "He knows that I got Skadi and provided information about the fortress. It is very clear that I have a relationship with the Mechanicus. I have a very high status and have made great contributions. But if you don't expect him to continue the war, you can't follow that order!"

The atmosphere has become bad. The Imperial Guard has torn open the already complex rifts within them. The situation where the Red Corsairs are gradually tilting towards the Space Marines has become more and more confusing. And is that why the Inquisitor has been passively misunderstanding to a large extent? The reason for waiting for the Imperial Guard to invade.

They are still fighting outside, denying rights and interests, such as climbing to a higher place in front of the Black Heart King, or having enough troops to enjoy many things, honor, war, and cruel things. They still deny those wonderful desires. Biting each other.

The Inquisitor swallowed the food and spoke. "Hagrid, he understands my problem, but my troops have once again proved themselves, and in turn proved that even the orcs will not be like this even if they lost to the Imperial Guard in close combat."

The giant pointed his extremely impolite leg at the mortal in front of him. It is difficult to imagine how the inquisitor could have said such words to such a terrifying lunatic, who was the most dangerous group of creatures in the entire universe.

"Don't call him Hagrid. I don't deserve it. Varden, my stupid mortal, I don't know how powerful those people are, and now I'm begging the priests to stop wrongly supporting the Space Marines? What am I asking for?" Stuff your legs to make people happy!”

His voice was so loud that it repeated itself in the spacious living room, like a mountain shouting. In a completely enclosed war fortress, in the dim light of the fire, his voice even made the three trident-like candlesticks shine brightly. The steady flame of the candle swayed.

The judge wiped the corner of his mouth and said gracefully. "Is it wrong for Space Marines to place such high importance on equipment? Don't we often emphasize that we are invincible and evaluate the support of the Adeptus Mechanicus as unnecessary?"

At this moment, the Inquisitor stood up slightly and looked slightly taller than the walking Terminator veteran. He was already a tall man, but at this moment, he seemed to be more than two meters tall.

The giant's aura became a little lower, and his face became wrinkled. "That's not a big deal, they are all men of character. I understand that they can't look at it this way. They need to decide the future of tens of thousands of people and the strategic issues of the entire sector."

"Then how can I explain the Space Marines' defeat in the war during that time? The Imperial Guard has broken through the storage area. If they break through the outside of the castle, our failure will be too great. All the external resources of the Mechanicus can be used to protect the outside of the castle. Yes, do you understand? "The judge is sharper.

"He does not deny that the Space Marines can use equipment and weapons better, but he still needs to emphasize one thing. When we lose the perimeter, we have lost trust."

"That's not the supply he asked for, it's the internal discussions among the sages of the Mechanicus, the discussions among the smartest sages in the entire empire. We have wasted their trust time and time again, and they have become famous. No, every time None of the Space Marines are as elite as those at Star Claw Headquarters."

The inquisitor's words were sharp, like a blade piercing the heart of the poor veteran. How could he have heard such painful words after thousands of years of experience...

The Space Marine Terminator veteran named Hagrid took out the record of his brother's death from the blood-red armor full of filthy records and runes. The brown paper fell on the Inquisitor's face, and then fell on his unfinished food. Half a piece of meat was put in place to cover the thing.

And tomorrow, at that time, to be precise, at that moment, the writing on the kraft paper was wet with meat juice and could not be read clearly. It recorded the blood of countless brothers who died fighting to rule the empire. When the handwriting is blurred, the traitor Space Marines are equivalent to changing directions and seeking to separate themselves from the stubborn group of fellows.

The judge used his knife to open the piece of rag. What honor, victory, and destiny were wrong to him? It's just a piece of junk that hinders his lunch. Those wars fought in the beginning are nothing. If the Space Marines win, they will prove themselves as always. If they don't win, they will be abandoned.

There is no traitor camp within the Imperium, and those Space Marines who have lost their original bodies and a large number of brothers for thousands of years have long since lost their lives.

But when the dust over there settled, the Imperial Guard was very happy. Is that wall now the best shield to protect the Imperial Guard? Let the recruits stand on it and operate the weapons of the traitor Liudong, so that the Imperial Guard has a place to recuperate. The lack of supplies was also gained due to the victory.

Alan Bayer is currently watching the encrypted telegrams from the traitor Liudong in the high-walled command room. Because the war was sudden and victory came very quickly, those things were not destroyed immediately, and the ancient relics of the Dark Ages could be used quickly. Identify those blurry and rough bytes.

The Sun Lord crossed his legs, fiddled with the kraft paper, and dictated the appearance in front of him. Next to him, several people from the Skadi group who could barely read were writing continuously. After finishing, they would correct the mistakes again, and then judge whether it was possible. The one with the highest reliability was included as war intelligence.

I want to know that it was difficult to find people who knew the alphabet in that era. Every region and every world had a mess of language and writing systems. Although the Gothic language system of the empire has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it was only a spoken language, and the understanding of Gothic was low. In that era, it was not aristocratic privilege, and only professionals could identify High Gothic.

A few people who are not illiterate can be found in the Skadi group, and thanks to the additional personnel, many people who have been noble clerks have also joined the team.

As the saying goes, with the blessing of the emperor, good things will continue once they come. When those gunpowder-filled bytes were translated, the officers staying there all realized one thing, that is, the enemy was not united externally.

A large number of filthy bytes are complaining about the front's almost constant losses and logistical disadvantages. At the same time, the answers from the rear are also full of gunpowder and insult the honor of the Space Marines again and again.

Alan Bair said to the Master Chief. "Is it because they collapsed because of guerrilla warfare?"

Master Chief Catachan carefully chewed the tone in the characters. "No, he thinks it's because there aren't many supplies there. To be precise, they can feel the enemy's hardship in the later stages of the guerrilla war."

"We can't support so many people." Alan Bair, the Sun Lord, said that matter to the point. He is still sensitive and sharp, as if his dark and turbid eyes can see all situations clearly.

"They cannot use any nuclear weapons, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and don't forget that their supplies cannot be consumed by them. In other words, they have no food." Alan Bayer emphasized.

"Let the infantry regiment gather 10,000 people, find a few traitors who are easy to catch, drive a truck and leave there to join the Bordeaux, report the situation, and ask for supplies," Alan Bayer said. .

"Secondly, the castle there is very important. They value it so much and have left five hundred Space Marines and hundreds of thousands of cultists and countless Skadi residents to maintain the transformation and transformation of the huge monster. maintenance, and he believed that the castle had its own unique features.”

"No matter what, take that place east." He put down the kraft paper, and once again approved the crazy plan to go east, cross the ice and transport things. There was not much food they could carry along the way, which also represented the pressure on the transport team. A very strong will and a long forced march, and elite veterans are definitely not allowed to go.

Is this a training exercise for new recruits, or a test of their will and obedience? The new recruits have no staff because the empire has not sent out new reinforcements. Without guidance and morale propaganda, the new recruits need to use limited resources. Food survives extreme weather.

Once again killing two birds with one stone, the Sun Lord's calmness in this aspect makes people feel cold, but it does not actually push the Imperial Guard forward.

And ten thousand people means that even if there are losses, someone will reach the ground. There will always be someone who will remember the Emperor and complete the mission. Otherwise, the order will once again regard human life as dust. No one will feel wrong, because the Emperor cannot be worshiped. A loyal life has no value.

the chief of staff asked now. "A war of attrition?" That was a bit unexpected. He didn't think Alan Bair would do it in such an impatient manner, but the Sun Lord seemed to be a different person tomorrow.

"That's right, it won't last long." Alan Bayer explained his thoughts. "The enemy is already in chaos. Problems and contradictions are growing externally. If they have problems, cracks will break out. External chaos will break out due to hunger and lack of supplies. They can just wait and see what happens."

"Compared to attacking from the east and spending a large number of soldiers, it is not advisable to wait for the supplies from the Bordero to arrive. They will not move forward during that time, and will reduce their personal supplies, accumulate ammunition and weapons, and waste their time like sharp blades. , like a poisonous snake, one blow is fatal," Alan Bayer emphasized.

"His tactics haven't changed. To be precise, if you don't use the same tactics, you can just wait a little. That will not miss the opportunity, but will allow Sergeant Catachan's guerrilla warfare effect to be maximized."

It's hard to disagree with that concept, and no one in the Imperial Guard will question the Sun Lord's plan. Before the red phosphorus pit burning the bones of the Space Marines burns out, there are many things in that small mine that have not been settled. .

Too many people gathered there and squeezed out the turbid air and barren supplies there, otherwise the huge war machine would really fall into his lap. Alan Bayer still didn't know the value of the monster at this moment. He started from the command The observation port of the room looks out at the giant cathedral and its countless weapons.

It can be said that no matter who you are, even if you are a woman, you will feel a sense of excitement when you see that thing, and you can't help but feel it in your heart. That is the innate admiration for great things and the admiration for power. .

The Sun Lord was not sure whether his choice was correct. He turned on his kettle and drank Tonreka coffee. He was almost addicted to that thing. As the intensity of the war increased, the frequency and amount of caffeine he consumed increased. It is also becoming more and more exaggerated.

Watching Loudong's huge convoy leaving, looking at the recruits who were sent to hell by him, the densely packed graves next to the camp, and the smoke rising from the burning remains of Space Marines, his mind flashed through boxes full of warrior dog tags. container.

Feeling of guilt, how could he not feel guilty? He has changed from an ordinary person to a butcher. Whether he has wronged his own people or his enemies, no matter how he uses the emperor's power, victory, and things like caffeine to numb himself , he still felt the pressure.

Status, war, death, countless pressures, he didn't understand why so many people pursued rights and interests until their souls burned out. He felt that like Mr. Kane, he was destined not to like to fight hard. Trapped in the quagmire of war and unable to extricate itself.

He thought of an interesting joke. If he went to the underworld, the king of hell would probably have to go to the underworld to let him sit in that place. I want to know how many people are there on earth? And the number of people he killed was astronomical in comparison!

At the same time, a contradiction arises again. If the lives of those who came to the east because of him are counted as merit, then the Buddha of the West will have to give up his seat to him.

Whether the posthumous title is true or not, war is such a contradictory thing. There are no gods or Buddhas in that world, there are demons greedy for souls in subspace, and the sun protects mankind with all its humanity.