Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

When the beautiful planetary governor of the empire asked Alan Bair in bed what was the most memorable thing in my service, she would probably get many, many answers. After all, he had seen too many monsters, ghosts, and snakes, and even many things in the hive. He will never forget it.

But no matter what, the moment the question came up, he would think of the asphalt smell emitted by the crude explosive weapons of the orcs in that dense forest world.

When the orc pellets and the melee boy's machete were swung, the flashes of light flashed in the narrow rain forest, and Alan Bair could barely reach his head. He could have raised his hell gun and fired.

The Hell Gun has a stronger range, better penetration, more and faster ammunition, and a faster rate of fire. When Catachan was having a headache due to the onslaught of orcs, the violent laser beam tore a hole open.

The hot light tore through the air and burned the green-skinned body, and it was accurate and fast. Even if Catachan was fighting the green-skinned body, he could see the extremely precise beam hitting the orc's head, and the mushroom-scented burnt flesh was sprinkled on him. The face is in...

The veteran named Alan Bayer who was standing by himself was surprised to see the beam tearing open the orc behind him for a sneak attack. He looked at Alan Bayer with a complicated expression, and then gave him a thumbs up...

Maybe many Catachans looked down on Alan Bair in the past, but no matter how bright they were, they were all saved!

Avada yelled. "Now, shoot the storm grenade!"

Bang bang bang... After the grenade left the barrel with a muffled sound, it exploded with a rumble. The hot light burned the soil and destroyed the green-skinned houses. The green waahg Lingke erupted with a strong light because of the death of the Lingke boy.

The heads of all the nearby greenskins exploded like balloons, and the greenskin's headless bodies collapsed. The complex smell of blood and mushrooms filled the air, giving it a unique wet feeling of the forest.

The battlefield became quiet in an instant, but everything was wrong. When the Catachans once again went into the forest to avoid the orcs' attack, they were searching.

Alan Bayer didn't even have time to collect his own things, so he could sneak into the hot and humid place with the troops. They crawled on their knees and buried themselves in the rotten leaves like a swamp. Their bodies were the same as those of Mori's children.

There is a weapon exposed, which can be fired anytime and anywhere to kill those disgusting orcs.

As for Alan Bayer's feeling at the moment, it was humid, stuffy, and unable to breathe. He could push the rotten leaves away with all his strength to leave some space for his nasal cavity, but he did not dare to use too much force to avoid being discovered.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada held his shoulders. "Don't be afraid, recruit."

"No..." he replied, although having Catachan by his side was inexplicably reassuring, and the greenskins began to enter the forest one after another.

They were holding machetes on their legs, and the angry men were uttering meaningless words, and their rough and tattered blue armor could not speak. They were also waving their machetes in the forest and shooting randomly.

After the chattering of the greenskins dispersed, they searched for half an hour before walking deeper into the forest. Lieutenant Colonel Avada stood up and helped Alan Bair up.

Avada couldn't help but think about why she took such good care of him, and had she become soft-hearted?

But he didn't make an animal-like squeaking sound. "Qiu, Qiu!"

Other Katachans crawled out from behind branches, from bushes, from every hiding place I could imagine.

Avada glanced around. "Where's Mr. Lythrono?"

At this moment, the legs and arms stretched out from the bushes, with bright red strips of cloth on their faces, it was undoubtedly Catachan!

Others pulled the man out of the bush. He was holding on to the ground. His body seemed to be disabled, and his east limb could no longer move.

The orc was stupid, and his inefficient shot hit his spine. The bright red liquid spread all over the floor, and his whole body turned into a "V". It was the God-Emperor's blessing that he was not interrupted, but he didn't say it clearly. One sentence.

He is really an unlucky guy, Alan Bair thought, did he pray to the God Emperor correctly...

Maybe Mao Maojian defeated the Emperor? Alan Bair shook his head violently and put away his random thoughts.

The disabled soldier showed his legs, sliding around in the air with complicated movements, and then pointed at Alan Bair. After reading this, Lieutenant Colonel Avada sighed and took out his long-handled knife. Quickly cut through his companion's request for harm.

Scarlet liquid flowed out of his body. At this moment, in the dim light coming from the orc tribe, Alan Bayer could see clearly that that person was the veteran who told him to stay silent...

Now he is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as comfortable as sleeping. The forest is one with him, and he can rest there peacefully.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada took the long-bladed sword and red ribbon from the soldier, which were the things Catachan really wanted.

Then turned to Alan Bayer...

He was stunned...

After the troops moved on for a long time and left the dangerous area, Lieutenant Colonel Avada said something. "He owes me, Catachan owes them nothing."

"But no, that knife will stop him. If you dare to lose it, he will chase me across the galaxy. I remember it!"

The soldier's red belt was tied around him. The lieutenant colonel turned around and continued to shuttle through the forest very fast like a shadow. They wanted to return to the guard tower overnight to convey the news that the number of orcs had increased.

Alan Bayer couldn't help but look in the direction of the old soldier's closed eyes. He firmly grasped the shining silver handle of the knife in his leg. There was residual heat in it, and the silver light shone on the metal blade that he couldn't name. .

Doesn't he have family, comrades, or anyone else worth trusting?

Why deny yourself, again?

When he was confused.

At this moment, a female Catachan sneaked up next to him. Alan Bair was completely unaware of her arrival. Dong Zhi was startled. The blade went towards her, but was quickly held by her leg and wrist.

"The blades of Catachan are not meant to be used like that. They are very powerful. Listen, he, like me, is a new recruit who has just served."

"There are almost no people of this age on the planet Catachan, so he has no parents, so his first mission is the same as mine."

"Good hunter, now, I will continue to live eastward."

His voice was not loud and he didn't speak much, but he solved all the puzzles. When Dongshi saw that Alan Bair looked similar to him, and it seemed that he indeed owed something to the Imperial Guard, Dongshi had already made up his mind. ?

The glaives of Catachan often represent a mark of qualification recognized by them as a warrior, in other words.

As the "veteran" is named Catachan, does Alan Bair also have the name "veteran"?

Doesn’t it mean that the Catachan team accepted him?

He suddenly thought about what the Catachan had told him wrongly. He thought that the people who could get the Hell Gun were all veterans...

If he were here, Alan Bair would probably reply to him. He believed that Catachan was not a veteran, and that he was no different from a veteran when he came to adulthood from the world of death...

The thoughts were messy and the journey was long. In the midst of random thoughts, Alan Bair returned to the outpost at almost midnight. His whole body was covered with dirt and rotten leaves. The Mechanicus girl looked at him with disgust as his body was covered with dead branches and leaves. Hell Gun, and quickly unarmed Aylan to maintain the weapon.

Catachan stayed around the watchtower. They built a small tomb for their dead comrades and hung the red scarf on it.

Alan Bayer turned on the communication device with a complicated mood and typed out the current situation.

And the answer from the headquarters is just that.

[The war situation is urgent and the troops are insufficient, so we continue to garrison. 】

A heavy voice sounded in the communication room. Alan Bayer's leg hit the table and he looked helplessly at the cold answer.