Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The Imperial Guard's communication vehicle was ticking, and bad news continued to spread from each company. As a result, thick smoke was exhaled from Captain Czech's mouth, and the cigarettes were smoked one after another.

The commanders of the Imperial Guard bear the greatest pressure. The more competent they are, the more dependent they become. Some people like stimulants, while others prefer alcohol. Then this man who dedicated his life to the empire likes tobacco.

The smell of nicotine traveled from his throat to his trachea and paralyzed his nerves, preventing him from being driven crazy by his emotions, but he knew that this was not the answer.

The adjutant reported back again. "The Lemanus tanks were silenced..."

"Second station? Second station!" The captain was anxious and angry, but he couldn't be dissatisfied with the adjutant. War is like this. Even the greatest war engine of the empire has to pay a price under certain circumstances. In the train, the radio crew's Hard work should not be exchanged for his verbal abuse...

"Pull...pull the distance. We still have three Lemanus left. Even if we capture this area, how many more can we have left? It's not that the enemy doesn't have heavy vehicles. I'm not sure if we can hold on to this one that we bought with blood." Space, damn space!" he asked his officers, but there was no answer to this matter, only what happened in reality, because this was war.

The smoke that permeated the battlefield was accompanied by fragments of metal and cement. Those reinforced floors had been attacked by shells and death due to the invasion of heretics, and now they were attacked again.

The smell of blood, rust, gunpowder, laser guns and staggered roars make up this strange scenery. If the hell in human imagination has a concrete physical world, then the battlefield is probably its perfect carrier, madness, despair, and sacrifice. .

The soldiers were lying on the ground, their shriveled bodies crawling forward. In front of them were nothing but smoke, dirt, the officers' roars, and the roar of guns. They were those flickering sparks. They were suppressed. To be precise, they had been suppressed since they entered the battlefield. .

But even so, those who are about to die have the courage to raise their guns. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard are not as fragile as the Space Marines imagined. They can only rely on numbers to overwhelm the enemy, because the enemies are more numerous than them, with better bodies and better equipment. So, then What makes them cover the metal and steel moving forward?

A log, a few bombs, and a wooden stick rolled into the trench with smoke. The heavy machine gunner was immediately attracted by the screams of his comrades to look at the thing. Countless heretics crawled out of the trench or moved to other areas. .

It is a nightmare for heretics, but in the communication area and the command room, Captain Jiesik stopped the smoke of negativity and despair. He pressed the cigarette in his hand and burst out with a terrifying spirit, as if he was not a dying person. , as if he was not homeless.

The officers looked at each other, and the only sound in the air was the sound of the captain smoking. They had no choice. Regional failure would also damage morale. They also had no time. They exchanged death for this place, and then relied on thousands of people to protect it. A slim miracle, no chance. It is possible, but officers must do it.

Facts have proved that the thick giants of the Space Marines, who are like armored vehicles, face mortals like anti-material weapons hitting flesh and blood. The completely terrifying aesthetics of violence are vividly reflected in their movements and attacks.

"It's an angel!"

"Emperor! Emperor!"

"Ready, shoot!" The sergeant looked at the erratic auxiliary runes on the target indicator. The weapon in his hand was not even focused because there were too many people and the distance was not far. He raised his bolt pistol and slid down. Bang bang bang, continuous firing.

Despair, death, failure, shame, those nightmares are difficult for the survivors of Loander to overcome. Although they have done well, very well, the Golden Throne must have its place, an excellent position!

But does death really count as a reward? They haven't seen hope yet. Even though they have sacrificed so much, this empire has chilled those people time and time again. But such thoughts only pass by for a fleeting moment, because they are determined and there is the engine roaring in the sky.

But one-third of the fighters fighting hand-to-hand on the battlefield have been lost, which is a full three thousand people! Morale began to collapse earlier than expected, but that was not due to cowardice, but the result of the long battle that dissipated their will. They were already unhealthy, and close combat, flesh-and-blood fighting, and tug-of-war made things worse.

The command room began to calculate the situation in an orderly manner, and the adjutant continued to report. "The breakthrough at point A was successful and the front section of the trench was captured!"

Their shouts and the falling of the Space Marines, two forces fell into the trenches. The huge bodies of the Space Marines almost blocked the road alone in the trenches, and the roaring and rotating chainswords were even more of a nightmare...

They were not for the tyrannical governor, nor for revenge, but for the belief that the emperor's only glory and the cry of their hometown intertwined in their minds. Ironically, this was also regarded as the best by the Destruction Eagle Chapter. Spirit, the courage to die.

It turns out that the Imperial Guard did a really good job. They worked hard and died, thus opening up a front for the Space Marines that they could reach without dying. Those fallen supermen thanked the soldiers and used their own methods to show that kind of grateful.

The battle line torn apart by the officers became the road for the Imperial Guards to invade the trench area. In a full half-hour of brutal mincing, a small gap was torn apart, which was insignificant, probably only less than five meters.

"The angel is coming! The angel is coming!" He gestured with the Sky Eagle Salute and thanked those people. In any case, it was just right now.

Death, high pressure, anger, and faith formed this crazy and twisted army. They used the same method to deal with the enemies who had just treated them like this, tooth for tooth, eye for eye, bloody and crazy.

Even that person was fighting them for life and death before, but now they exploded one by one, and their lives were dominated like pigs and dogs. In other words, they could also be killed by space warriors in this way, but the reaction of those warriors was not fear. But crazy, excited, happy.

Whether they continue to trade Lemanus for bunkers or the lives of soldiers, no matter who can only get this area, but they do not have the troops to maintain their achievements, and the tragic victory is not enough for the Imperial Guard to fulfill its commitment to the Space Marines. This is for The insult of those dead soldiers...a huge insult!

The bayonet pierced the chest of the Chaos believers wearing gas masks through the turbid, translucent mask observation holes. The soldiers expertly turned the blade on the flesh and blood, and the blood wet the uniform. The cultist was pinned down. on the ground, then pulled out the blade and shot him in the head.

"The breakthrough at point b is successful, we are devastating!"

Several blurry smoke bombs blocked the sight on the left and right. The charging soldiers armed with weapons had installed bayonets. With heavy breathing, the dying men charged into the trench, which was about two meters wide and barely allowed the soldiers to walk side by side. , the narrow place became an excellent place for them to raid.

But the bravery of the soldiers has nothing to do with the battle situation. What this good news brought was more than half of the personnel losses and the beginning of sluggish morale. The attackers had fewer people, which was an impossible task. Some people in the headquarters began to abuse, but they did not dare to get involved. Any words of emperors and angels after those filthy words.

Next, when the soldier wanted to kill the second one, the enemy's automatic gun spit out tongues of fire. The soldiers behind him charged and stabbed the bayonet into the head of the enemy who fired. This repetition on the battlefield is like a cycle. Start, making the meat grinding battle more bloody.

It is death, the death of being aware of one's own death and the world of one's birth. Although the governor here is cruel, oppressive, and exploitative, they have no other hometown in the huge void, and this is the only place that is not beautiful and even a little disgusting. The place given to these poor people to survive is not a place to be trampled on.

It's just the madness, loyalty and faith stirred by emotions, which in the current extreme situation form an unbreakable torrent of death, sweeping towards Chaos believers like zombies, even a bit of black humor.

They also knew that if the Space Marines did not show up, then they might want to sit back and enjoy the gains, so they acquiesced in the charge, hoping that the Space Marines would not violate their trust.

the staff officer yelled. "charge!"

He stood up, prepared, and threw as naturally as if he was lighting a cigarette. The bullets from the heavy logging gun were inserted into his body in a moment, and the grenade flew out with his unstrung arm. He was covered here by countless brothers. Now the officer only wants those traitors to die. .

The officer's body was smashed to pieces in an instant, and the explosion of the heavy mine tore open the entire trench like a mortar. The thick and shocking explosion, and the close-range projectile that could destroy the armor of the tank demonstrated its destructive power on the trench. , until the smoke and flying black, toxic and greasy soil fell, burying the bodies of dozens of heretics.

The sergeant brandished his chain sword. The angel of death naturally only thanked death, but death for the enemies of the empire. The roaring and rotating serrated blade was a weapon made to tear through the thickness of ceramite armor, used on flesh and blood. Above all, the material is overused, so the person is cracked like tofu...

Because that was not a good news. If they wanted to fight from the trenches to the bunker, they did not have such strength. How long could the Imperial Guard last with such bloody mincing? Everyone already knows this.

The people who climbed out of the trenches did not become better. The laser rays instantly carbonized the traitors, because when they replaced the eagles on their body armor with eight-pointed stars, they were already doomed to die from the wrath of their compatriots. .

People stood up and used their own flesh and blood to tear open the rough and illusory defense line. This was not a matter of life or death, but simple revenge, hatred, and complex emotions driving this crazy army. Regardless of their fighting will, Or in many other aspects, such as combat equipment or experience, it is far inferior to Skadi, let alone the famous worlds of Krieg and Cadia.

Although the trenches were gradually brought under control, hope became slim. In the end, the Emperor's faith could only support those heroes here, and a steady stream of heretics would overwhelm those mortals.

The sergeant who convinced the brothers soared from high altitude and looked at the cruel battlefield, filled with guilt and anger towards the heretics.

"Lower the zipline!" He ordered, and the mortal servant did so, sizzling, the long, thin and strong descending zipline, the Space Marine used a special grip to hold it down like a buckle, and the sergeant also took the lead, relying on his body The weight fell automatically, the Thunderhawk gunship slowed, and the Space Marines fell from the zipline, fireworks flying.

as one of the soldiers shouted. "Thunder Eagle, Angel!" At the same time, the heretics showed fear, just like mice seeing the eagle. They betrayed the empire and therefore feared those angels.

The captain was smoking a cigarette. At this moment, he had finished the entire package of special imperial supplies that were distributed to the reconnaissance troops to relieve the pressure. Anyway, there were fewer people than supplies, so he scattered the cigarette butts in the basin and continued to smoke outside the window.

The screams, deaths, and desperate people instantly changed their targets. Those heretics were involved in the two most efficient meat grinders of the Empire. Between the Imperial Guards and the Space Marines, no enemy of the Empire was willing to experience such a nightmare. Any enemy would feel that he could accept the wrath of the Imperial Blade and Imperial Hammer in such a narrow place, and bear it at the same time!

An officer was lying on the ground, lowering his body, pretending to be dead, and banging the cluster mine on his waist. The damn thing was so difficult to activate, but the officer was already weak due to illness. After a short sizzling sound, the entire battlefield In the least obvious voice, the middle-aged man showed a bitter smile.

Therefore, those Loan people who minced flesh with the enemy saw a miracle, the angel's divine punishment. The bombs fell one after another, tearing apart the flesh and blood in an instant, turning the traitors into blood, and spreading it on the mummified Loan. On the Germans, accurately, and such a terrifying weapon exploded in front of them.

At this point, the senior officials of the Imperial Guard and the Space Marines have reached the same concept, that is, their lives are worthless. If they can exchange for hope, then take them all, but those people know that they are unworthy of their comrades, and in their hearts The burden will not be lifted by reason.

"Emperor, it's too fast. I can't believe how those angels can tear apart the battle line and how blood and death can come to the enemy. But I am so moved. Is this the power of the Emperor?"

The captain nodded. "Yes, this is the Space Marine, the Brother Astartes, the Emperor's son, the Primarch's child, our savior..."

"But don't ignore the defenses we have torn apart, the enemies we have defeated, we are not their additions, but their comrades, declare the artillery forward, declare the armor forward, we are going to conquer this place, drink to hope until we are The poisonous entrails are filled with the blood of the enemy, until the uncultivable soil absorbs the flesh and bones of the heretics, for the sake of the Emperor and for Loander!"

Those people raised their chests, and their previous emotions dissipated. It was hard to imagine that the despair could dissipate in less than a minute, but this is the power of human beings, and they shouted. "For the Emperor! For Loander!"