Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The war situation intensified, and the flames once again attacked the weak land of Loander. Now the battle line was continuously stretched and lengthened. Just the range of people's shooting range from right to left was 20 miles wide. People surrounded the entire fortress, Use blood, ammunition, cover, and faith.

Flying high-explosive bombs or projectiles thrown by the Lemanus slide cannon, laser guns, plasma, explosive bombs and even automatic weapons have different calibers, but they are equally deadly.

The sergeant grumbled as he dodged a deadly blast of incendiary fire in their plundered bunker, followed by automatic and laser pellets flashing off his armor. "Dense, the firepower is too dense!" Those reinforced sandbags probably won't last long. The tongues of fire are like creatures swallowing food, solidifying or breaking up the soft sand that is difficult to chew and can alleviate the heat and impact.

The defense project consisting of three or four rows of sandbags and a portion of concrete reinforcements is not worth mentioning under the firepower hammered by the cruel and merciless void universe at the end of the dark forty thousand years of human civilization.

But those mortal objects can even hinder the deflagration beam. The high heat will crystallize the sandbags, and then the dense composite structure will disperse them. Although three or four rows of sandbags, that is, a depth of two meters and nearly three meters will be penetrated instantly, those Things also performed beyond expectations.

The Imperial Guardsmen shouted as the sergeant major replenished the bunker, then raised their weapons to shoot at the troops coming from a distance. The Assault Space Marines relied on their mobility to leave the bunker to deal with the large and small Lemanus Crusher, using melta grenades. Something reliable and powerful.

Jump packs kept roaring, the Emperor's Angels looked more like death to those heretics, tearing open the road with firepower, heavy Space Marine individual weapons were like tank main guns, shooting fireballs as hot as light, and heavy plasma guns tore through enemy defenses. , while resisting the sparks fired by those heretical automatic guns on the armor.

Their activity makes it impossible for the heretics to retake this area. Those ugly heretics are either angry about this, or they pray to their dark gods, but without the powerful wizard magic, now this mortal army is showing fatigue.

The sergeant calmly analyzed the situation and subconsciously touched the stains on his armor. "Victory is not far away, not far away..."

The adjutant's expression changed, he regained his emotion as an officer, and expressed to the captain that his reckless mistake would not happen again. "Feel sorry."

"Those smart witchcraft monsters seem to control the enemy's entire army!"

"No, Captain Jeske, I agree with your judgment that they will attack, but I feel that they are not for the so-called retreat, but for something else."

He pointed his finger down at the strategy map and said. "The field engineering equipment that hinders the infantry is the next strategic focus. The enemy's crusher tanks still have nine units, and here I have to thank the Space Marines and the Destruction Eagle Chapter for their assistance, because two of the vehicles that recorded the destruction One is the assault of the Assault Space Marines, and three is the brave charge of the Dreadnought.”

But the man who led the heretical troops was not frightened. He looked at those legions, and his inner thoughts and excitement became more and more complicated. He did not regret seizing the power, but now he just wanted to get the head of the Emperor's Angel to prove himself.

In the command room, the captain tasted the hot tea made from broken tea leaves. The small amount of warm tea brought the fragrance of the tea into his throat. The faint red color made the tea better. Even if it was just that, he would not have to smoke more. Too much tobacco.

After the captain finished speaking those words that made people feel hot from the belly to the whole body, he pointed out several positions on the strategic map. "On the west side of the hillside, there is an altitude angle, which can increase the range of the Lemanus Crusher. Please note that secondly, it is probably the front of the field project. This place will definitely be attacked by the enemy and they will counterattack madly."

Although it was a bit extreme, the captain finished speaking seriously, and those words were conveyed to the team correspondents in various places and broadcast, because for today's Loander people, the only way to free the world from the curse is to let the blood of heretics Moisten the soil.

the sergeant replied. "honor."

Anger fills the blood of those poor people. If emotions can affect the physical changes of their reality, the blood of the Loanders may burn those heretics without touching the subspace. Although it is extremely slight, it can still express Its emotion is anger.

The enemy's strength has begun to slow down. As long as the craziest wave has passed and orbital support can be obtained, the initiative and victory can indeed be achieved.

"Can you tell me something else?"

But even so, the manpower losses were still serious. The enemy's and our own corpses all over the mountains and plains filled the craters, and they could even replace sandbags.

But the adjutant's voice interrupted his thoughts. The soldier who had been following him for a long time was talking. "Maybe we can see the Sun Lord. Oh my god, Skadi's undead legend. I want to know how he defeated the Blood Ax Orcs, and whether those monsters really imitated the human army!"

"But I am not ignoring or weakening the role of the Imperial Guard. I can say that this war is enough for us all to step into the Golden Throne and worship the Lord of Mankind in front of the Emperor. Don't be satisfied with this. Those things that stain our homeland are still there. Today, they still breathe our air, still eat our food, and still occupy our soil.”

"The battle situation is very good. Thousands of brothers can survive. I can report to the Emperor in a satisfactory tone when I go to the Golden Throne..." The captain's mind flashed back to the days before, when he was chased and intercepted in the city area, divided and exterminated, and He couldn't sleep all night due to the bombing, and his anger would not dissipate because of the enemy's strategic failure. He swore to fight a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

"Honor?" The captain hesitated for a moment, and then was a little surprised, but only Astartes can understand that kind of honor, that kind of...arrogance, indescribable, unexplained, but real feelings that only two groups of warriors can have. Understandable.

But as a soldier, he would not admit defeat. Now he mobilized all his troops, not only to crush them in numbers, equipment, and materials, but also to prepare for a complete war. He looked down from the high hillside and secretly He vowed to create a legend of mortals defeating Space Marines, and let his name be spread forever in this dark universe.

"Absurd!" the adjutant couldn't help shouting. "How can someone treat war as an arena? We are not competing fairly, and this is not a game. Everyone wants to live and work hard for their beliefs and homeland. But you said...someone wants to go for honor..."

It must be said that the captain was extremely talented in tactical intelligence, and his ideas were accurate and to the point. Most people recognized his ideas, except for the sergeant who answered via radio.

"Impossible, they know that we have sent out astrological messages. In other words, the empire's large forces are coming, and they will definitely not take risks." The captain said with certainty.

the adjutant asked. "Why is it so certain that the enemy may abandon his attack plan and then switch to a defensive war, delaying us..."

"It may be a problem of capacity constraints, or the time is too short, but this situation is probably gone forever."

And just as they said, a few hours later, a huge enemy force began to gather. Looking from a distance, the scouts reported that there were eight thousand people, which was almost the entire force on the opposite side, while Loander... was only five thousand.

So the sergeant answered seriously. "They need a decisive battle, an Astartes, a war of honor against the Rune Heretics. They lost before, to the Master Chief, to the Company Commander, and now they are making a comeback..."

The captain didn't blame him. The emotion of victory was very important, so he just took a sip of the hot tea. The temperature made his dry body sweat a little and he felt much better.

"Don't take things too optimistically." The captain interrupted his comrades' random thoughts. The war is not over yet. The enemy still has troops. Lifting the low-Earth orbit shield is also a harsh matter. No one knows how many people will survive in the end.

"If they want to survive and slowly plunder and accumulate strength, they will definitely not be able to fight the Empire head-on. But I don't care how they deal with the Imperial Navy, because this is not something I can think about. But if I were them, I would I will complete the goal as quickly as possible. Since the Space Marine said the goal is to sacrifice, then completing the sacrifice and clearing the evacuation path after the sacrifice is my only job." After the captain finished speaking, he realized that the teacup in his hand had been drained. Yes, he said, putting down his cup.

The sergeant replied. "No, soldiers will do pretty crazy things for the sake of honor. We will encounter a counterattack, a counterattack by a madman."

There was excitement on his face. Some people may criticize him for being arrogant. Even Kashezin would not dare to face the Space Marines head-on. Moreover, their history and abilities may be far inferior to the honor of Cadia, who has been infused with the resources of the entire empire, and is called Miracle veteran unit.

"Get ready to fight. We have to eat it all for the sake of the empire. No matter how crazy and crazy the enemies are, even if those evil gods really come, we have to stand up, otherwise the whole world will be theirs." The adjutant scolded, anxiously I jumped around, but there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much suffering I went through, it seemed like those things were never over.

Nowadays, field projects are being expanded and repaired. Although there are more and stronger sandbags, and there are even trenches extending along them, they do not necessarily have advantages.

He cannot understand, nor can he understand that, like most members of the Imperial Guard, he joins the army or the war simply to survive, and as a mortal who can pursue honor and achievement in this battlefield full of demons and monsters, the Empire only There are two troops, Kashezin and Catachan…

The captain said very pragmatically. "Has it changed the situation of the battle? It's just a substitution. Those heretics will never make us miserable."

"Rune heretics are probably similar to ordinary heretics..." He suddenly realized what a strange analogy he was making and muttered again. "Sorry, I'm going to use Space Marines as a comparison. It's absolutely true, I just want to make it easy to understand."

"Abandon taking chances, they will immediately respond with the craziest attacks for our encirclement and suppression." He amplified these words and listened to all the soldiers, and this afternoon, into the night, was probably the end of the war on Loander...

"Today's Engili Port does not have the ability to confront the empire head-on. Even if the empire certainly cannot gather enough power, even one ten thousandth can easily destroy the port. You need to know how many star districts the empire has. There are an average of two in a star district. Hundreds of warships, are there any in Enjili Port today?”

The soldiers of the Empire are running around, conveying the message of war, heavy muskets and armored vehicles are mounted, automatic cannons or Dreadnoughts are ready to go. In the many years of war in the Empire, the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard have been so closely aligned with each other. History is rare.

the sergeant replied. "It's okay, I can feel it too, so let me say that the relationship between the Rune Heretics and the ordinary heretics is similar to that between the Imperial Guard and us, but I can tell that the Rune Heretics do not have independent battleships and independent combat groups."

"Other things?" The captain listened to the electronic raster sound on the radio. It was the first time he heard a sergeant talking while wearing a helmet. However, he did not question who it was. Instead, he was more concerned about any errors in strategic speculation.

Explosive bombs tore open the enemy's heads one by one, and the defense line became more stable. Time passed little by little, and even at noon, there was space for the soldiers to eat lunch and for the Space Marines to clean their weapons.

And the calm Captain Czech responded with his own opinion. "Probably, both for the sake of survival and honor. The army is a complex violent form gathered by a large number of intelligent individuals. It is also destined to appear simple in its actions. We know very well what is going on inside."

"Tell Lemanus in the army to go to the bunker, and the Space Marines to surprise the enemy tanks. We must protect the large supply point of the field project with all our strength to protect the war advantage!" the captain ordered, so the entire violent machine called the Legion Buzzing and roaring.

He raised his right hand and subconsciously made a grabbing movement, as if the world had been taken into his possession, this abominable, terrible, and pathetic heretic said slowly. "Dark Praise, my comrades, those enemies guarded well, very well, and it was worth it for me to leave the command room!"

But in the place where he is his foundation, the fortress that maintains his ability to control the world, the underground of that beautiful anti-orbital fortress, a warrior opened up the complicated pipelines on it, covered with the mutated flesh of the filthy monster, and used The foot crushed the panicked guard's head.

He walked out of the pipe connected to the generator. The Destroying Eagle's iconic red and white armor turned dark green and was filled with strange mucus. Most of the brothers who followed him were also missing, and there were many wounds on his body.

The fourth company commander took off his helmet and looked at this place. "Here we go, plant the bombs, show the heretics, the firepower of the Baptismal Fire, show them, our Land Raider tanks and the entire Thunderhawk Squadron, we are going to end the war, for the Emperor."

The surviving brothers nodded. "For the Emperor!"