Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The huge dreadnought mecha was being awakened by the pharmacist. The two painful ancestors were craving for the blood of heretics after a short sleep. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard stood up straight in the trenches, with their guns on the trenches, motionless.

The whole camp was in a state of war. Now they only needed a confirmation from the reconnaissance troops to move forward. Captain Jesk knocked on the unpleasant metal table in the command vehicle and said. "It was attacked. The enemies in Tianying Mountain were overwhelmed by a large number of zombies. Although they finally succeeded in fighting back, but."

"It's getting closer, fate is getting closer. Whether it's to capture the orbital defense system or destroy the enemy's rituals, this team of cultists is enduring the counterattack of the entire Destruction Eagle and the Loander people. Our victory is in sight."

"Sergeant, great Astartes, is there no news about your troops?"

The huge Astartes shook his head. "I don't believe they will fail. The officer of that team is an old soldier. He once took me into the team and has served for 500 years!"

"But the reality is that my old captain, the legend of the 4th company, has been silent for two hours. What happened..."

They became "blind". The most powerful eyeliner suddenly became blind and could not search for battlefield conditions and specific information about the enemy. The bombardment would be hindered and the enemy's dynamics could no longer be found. What did the enemy suddenly do, how did it move, and did it need to be bombarded now?

Therefore, Captain Jesk's face was not good. The only way they could resist the enemy was those powerful artillery shells. With few troops and war engines, he couldn't think of how to maintain this huge and cruel battlefield without the bright eyes of the reconnaissance troops.

But the people who were more angry and worried than him were the Destruction Eagle, the real flesh and blood brothers of those scouts. If the situation in the command room spread, then those angry Astartes would no longer be easy to control, and if they acted excessively, it might even affect the war situation.

Although the Empire acknowledged that the Space Marines' on-the-spot performance could deal a heavy blow to the enemy in most cases, this war essentially required the preservation of manpower, interference with the enemy, and attraction of firepower. It was destined to be passive and defensive, and people's hearts were always one of the considerations of the commander.

He would also be happy about the joy of the Chaos Gods. Those things were engraved into his bones and even overshadowed his own instincts.

Now the soldiers were in high spirits, dragging their tired and dry bodies forward. Although their flesh, bones and blood were filthy, their spirits were always towards the Golden Throne. But the Space Marines were faster and stronger than them.

Theory is theory after all, but such command did provide a lot of ideas for battlefield officers. When the situation became tense, several rapid artillery bombardments hit the enemy's infantry camp. They were Lemanus's highly accurate howitzers.

But things always changed too quickly. The rapid telegram interrupted the commanders' thinking, and the captain turned on the communicator. "This is the Loande Infantry Headquarters, and the command room of the Destruction Eagle Regiment. Please report."

The sergeant approached as a member of the tactical Space Marine squad and said. "The Dreadnoughts go and clear the Lemanus tanks on the flanks. The other Space Marines will be stationed here first. We will start a war of attrition!"

When reporting the frontline situation to the headquarters, Captain Jesk couldn't help wiping his sweat. As a commander, he knew very well that what was scary was not the more than ten modified Lemanus tanks, but the short-term mobilization and transformation in less than a day. No matter what, there was no way to mobilize 10 weapons for the battle situation.

But the living dead of Loander were not afraid. They waved their bayonets high, crossing the artillery fire and the bodies of their comrades torn into pieces. Faith, stimulants, dopamine, and all the external and internal forces you can imagine were pushing them forward, because this was the last battle of the Loander people.

But he remained rational, because the fourth captain was in the core position of the enemy, and he needed to be calm. "How many enemies are stationed in the opposite camp?"

But he also reacted quickly and issued orders. The relevant units began to act according to the orders. The remaining three Lemanus tanks began to circle around the flank of the crusher tanks with their mobility and hide outside their slightly worse range, while the Space Marines helped the soldiers gain an advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

And through the artillery fire, their enemies were even more terrifying. They were young people and middle-aged people who were ready to go. They were fully armed and used temporary sandbags as shelters. They were arranged in order. There were strange Lemanus tanks on the hill. There were more than ten of them. It is worth mentioning that all of them were equipped with crusher cannons, short and heavy monsters with black muzzles.

So, the Imperial Guards needed to guard, destroy, and create opportunities in artillery fire and hand-to-hand combat, and the biggest opportunity was obviously the Space Marines...

Laser guns, logging guns, bombs, tactical teams and Imperial Guards staggered forward, plasma guns, bombs, and lasers fired continuously. They wanted to occupy this shelter and then rely on it to counterattack the enemy.

This is punishment, mercy, and curse. Then the enemies gathered, and the soldiers had no ability to continue to show mercy. The chainsaw swords tore the flesh and blood, and the enemy's artillery fire stopped because of fear of shooting at the comrades in the line.

The thousand-year-old veteran in the Dreadnought answered. "Yes!" Then the two huge holy engines began to hum and drive their flesh and blood, running forward madly. Under the cover of the Imperial Guards and with the help of several assault space marines who could barely keep up with their speed, the two of them used submachine guns, that is, large-caliber giant live ammunition machine guns to sweep and clear the infantry.

When the soldiers climbed out of the trenches, the enemy's reconnaissance troops and the rune warriors quickly designed a bombardment to feed back to the Imperial Guard. The roar continued, buzzing, buzzing. Only at this moment did people understand what shaking the ground meant.

The enemy's headquarters was a little messy at first, but the leader of the rune warriors was not afraid. He tasted everything here. War was an enjoyment for him, which was very important.

Therefore, they designed a set of instructions that were realistic enough. Thanks to many reconnaissances, they knew where the enemy's array was. They could also estimate the terrain suitable for an ambush, and planned a mountain-opening artillery bombardment. As a result, the fierce fire and the Empire Honor's high-explosive burst opened the first chapter of the charge.

This is basically impossible within the empire. Even if the world has sufficient weapons reserves, the huge legion system and the monopolies provided by various aspects, estrangements, gaps in soldier types, and corruption within the team will all delay time.

He lost his fighting ability and his face was almost disabled. The Space Marines did not kill him. Instead, the Iron Fist caused problems in his nasal cavity and twisted his tongue. After he survived, he would never be able to taste or smell in his life.

"Yes, then our goal is to force out the remaining two thousand infantry. Obviously the current intensity of the war is not enough. Let's move forward and engage in brutal field battles with the enemy to force out their support..." Captain Czech sighed, and Inwardly praying to the Emperor for his sins, for he wanted to send his comrades to hell.

With a rare opportunity, the Imperial Guard begins to move forward. Victory is no longer far away. They must put pressure on the enemy and invaders to gain a precious victory.

According to the survivors' reports from the reconnaissance team, they had experienced an assassination or a change in the organizational system half a day ago, and in just such a short time, the entire team had turned into an exclusive drill built for them, a buzzing machine. Roaring killing machine...

Then the Luoand infantry who were not afraid of death fought against the rune heretics that were difficult to clear quickly. This matter changed from king to king and soldier to soldier to Tian Ji horse racing, using the strong to attack the weak and forcing the weak to frighten.

He watched the strategic encirclement in the report being broken. They were losing their advantage but he was not agitated. He just said calmly.

This is the nickname within the Imperial Guard for Lemanus the Crusher, and it also means that the Forty-Fourth Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander knows several behemoths here, because they are treasures plundered by cultists from their world!

However, they are also very aware of the shortcomings of that giant machine. According to visual inspection, they still need to cross several kilometers to reach it. According to the complex terrain and various obstacles on the battlefield, it will take more than an hour for them to reach the front line.

Captain Jesk performed the Imperial Sky Eagle Salute and paid a moment of silence for the brave men, but the sergeant of the Eagle of Destruction smashed his fist down in excitement. The huge force instantly dented the short and urgent metal table that could only hold the map.

Bang, click, the sound told the brave mortal what would happen. It was the muffled sound of flesh, and then the click of broken bones. With just a fist, his face was completely crushed flat, but death did not come as promised. , is it a concussion or brain tissue injury, it doesn't matter, it is the biggest punishment that the Space Marines can give him.

Scout replied. "About 3,000 people, two Lemanus, five Chimera armored vehicles, in addition to artillery and armor, they can also move 2,000 infantry."

It's very simple. If the enemy robs it, take it back. The weak eat the strong. If there is emptiness here, add more troops. War has never been complicated. It has always been like this. It is a consumption game between the two sides, but it only consumes the loyal lives of countless men and women.

The gunpowder and metal it carries can kill many soldiers with just one shot and force open huge defense projects, like a giant engineering hammer.

But when the soldiers of the Imperial Guard saw the numbers and paintings that had been erased from the metal engines, their anger suddenly came out, and a member of the heavy infantry regiment cursed. "It's Big Brother!"

Therefore, if the Imperial Guard wants to maintain the battle line, it must break through the thick armor of more than ten Lemanus, and at the same time face a huge legion twice as many as itself in a meat-grinding field battle.

The voices that answered them were loud but sad. "Private, Fifth Reconnaissance Squadron, 10th Company of Destruction Eagles, Fran reports that the enemy has launched a charge and is coming towards the position. The officers of our unit have sacrificed their lives to cover the retreat..."

"The company commander can't handle it," the sergeant replied.

"The third team is going to stop the attack, and there is also the third company."

The Crusher tank started to aim from the Dreadnought's blind spot. The giant main gun had a firing range of one kilometer, but its speed was slow. Although the Dreadnought looked slow, it was never slow.

So the battlefield quickly became a meat grinder, with new enemies and new support. The Imperial Guard got the defense projects, and the enemy stayed away because they wanted to defend this place composed of sandbags, trenches, and various weapons, without bombing.

The heavy turret and the purpose of carrying more large ammunition successfully delayed Lemanus's engine, which was not powerful enough. The Crusher heavy artillery was originally a secondary gun prepared for the Imperial Baneblade, which is an overweight tank. Lemanus thought. There is a price to pay for using its power.

However, there were problems with the actual implementation on the battlefield. The frequency of enemy artillery fire was too high. Although the infantry did not suffer any losses, it was delayed by the intense bombing. In comparison, the Imperial Guard's Earth-Shaking Cannon was inferior in number and its non-toxic properties. Much worse.

In most cases, the Leman Russ Crusher has only one mission, which is to approach the enemy's defense line with enemy firepower until it is within the range of the main gun, and then use its huge shells to destroy enemy buildings and bunkers, thereby breaking through the enemy. defensive lines and sieges.

The crew commander shouted on the radio. "Tear it apart, tear it apart!" His projectiles exploded violently, tearing apart the enemy's field defenses. Such an opportunity was quickly seized by the Space Marines. Several soaring eagles pierced the sky and landed with jump packs. , the landing of the Assault Space Marines was more deadly and terrifying than those few cannonballs.

The heavy machine guns and plasma weapons that could threaten Space Marines erected on the project were cleared instantly.

"Too much bullying! Old Captain!" He was more cruel to the heretic than to his father-killing enemy. After all, his biological father was indifferent to emotions. As a superman, he wouldn't care too much about mortals. But Old Captain, little by little, he used five How many warriors have been forged for the Eagle of Destruction in a hundred years?

The enemy counterattacked, and a few heretics found the courage to fight back against the Emperor's Angels, and the assault troops admired their courage, but only admiration, and the answer they received was not even a weapon, just the fists of the Space Marines.

Those Astartes fought in skirmish lines and small groups, like steel needles in a man-made fishing net, but the enemy was not without merit.

The machine that was strafing the enemy suddenly turned 180 degrees, the mechanical organization roared, and the heavy melt gun in his right hand made a strong roar, and at the same time, the ancestor charged towards the enemy.

The heretic soldiers shouted that Lemanus could not be destroyed, but they were followed by the Assault Space Marines flying very fast next to them, and were strangled with crazy chainswords as they fell.

Fearless answered from the communicator. "Thank you, brothers." Then he calmly raised his hand to represent the emperor's wrath. A fierce bright flash of light was sprayed out quickly. He pointed his arm at the Dreadnought's muzzle, and the hot melt beam burned, penetrated, and melted the projectile. , and then following the equipment circuit in the gun flowing into the ammunition rack, the crew members inside the Lemanus immediately climbed out from the emergency escape hatches throughout the vehicle body, and were then pointed at the guns of the Imperial Guard soldiers and executed.

The entire huge Lemanus melted and exploded, and at the same time it was clear that the first step of the war had begun, and the tone was biased towards the loyal.