Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Soldiers hide in fortresses made of sandbags, just like children hide in fragile things made of cardboard or wooden boards to avoid the haze or thunder and lightning that they fear in their hearts, or a discordant family or many other things that are enough to suffocate a child. .

Of course, Loander's soldiers are not children, and the sandbag fortress is not that weak, but in a turbulent war, those things may not even be as good as wooden boards or cardboard boxes.

Ironically, such a "castle" has become a hot and precious thing, so that people who are still alive continue to possess, rob, and fight for it. Thinking about it this way, this matter is actually very similar to two groups of children fighting for themselves. hobbies and ideas to fight.

It’s just that now it seems that this fight is bigger in scale, more planned, and people will really die. But maybe this is the essence of civilization and the essence of war. People have never changed since they were born, and they can do anything for the sake of insignificance. substances to hunt other people because we cannot feel their pain.

However, such heretical thoughts did not stay in the head of a Luande private for too long. The reason was very simple. Her complicated thoughts made her move slowly. Her head was groggy due to lack of oxygen, so she thought wildly and gave up. Faith, vigilance, so when her comrades hissed, "Grenade, jump out of the trench!", she wondered if she was right, if war was childish, if the Emperor would approve.

Then, bang, bang, sandbags, flesh, blood, broken bones, and her thoughts were scattered all over the floor. Then others almost pointlessly picked up more sandbags, piled new walls, and then continued to "pile sandbags," as usual. Protect the castle and then kill the kids on the other side" game.

Such a situation is rare on the battlefield, but the fundamental reason is that the long war makes her mentally weak. She cannot concentrate and many thoughts are scattered. She must have been a great soldier before.

Now, this situation began to attack the entire front, with countless sprays, explosions, roaring ground-shaking cannons and hot high-explosive ammunition fired, all day long.

The surface lacking plants originally relied on those equipment or imported spacecraft to provide oxygen, but the heresy's attack put those things to a halt, and the population reduction alleviated the urgent need. But finally a month later, the already thin air continued to fight, bomb, and interact with each other for days. The struggle eventually became short on the heat emanating from the weapons and the heavy breathing of the soldiers.

Therefore, they can break up large armies. A standard company can be divided into more than ten infantry teams. Each team has at least twelve people, and can be stationed in an area without supervision.

Those heretics were miserable, and now the true commander, the one who had taken everything he needed, put down his telescope. "I know, you summed it up very well, but as soldiers, you have never seen the dying look of a beast struggling, so of course you will be scared."

His words guided the officers to look towards the inconspicuous corners of the battlefield. The so-called method was to give the beast a deadly enough attack, so his relatives and friends had already set off. They were quite terrifying troops in terms of experience and equipment level, light infantry. It even seemed silent on the huge battlefield.

While the soldiers' negative information has spread to his ears, many people still don't understand why he is so calm, even a little indifferent.

The long-term weak lack of oxygen caused the soldiers to have various problems, and the enemies were similar. Deaths on the entire battlefield became dense. According to Terra time, it was only about three hours from the afternoon. The Imperial Guard regiments, the 154th Loander Infantry Regiment and the 44th Loander Heavy Infantry Regiment have no possibility of replenishment or reorganization.

They are approaching the core of the battlefield and want to insert into the fortress made of sandbags to interrupt the enemy's core transportation capacity and the resting place for soldiers, so as to completely kill the prey, just like they do again and again in order to survive. The same thing as those before, only this time for faith, it is also a special enjoyment.

This heretic officer who believed in the Lord of Plague couldn't help but cursed this matter. He had never seen such a troop before, with little experience and no veterans. The equipment was not very good, but the fighting will was so terrifying.

"Secondly, another method is underway."

"Sir, we don't have time. We must either retreat and regroup, or the whole army will be annihilated. The enemy, those followers of the Corpse King are simply crazy, no matter the cost!"

"Aim, watch, and attack the enemy's core area." Those quiet, deadly crazy people raised their weapons and fired downwards in two rows, one row kneeling and the other standing.

"What do you mean?" The officer who asked the question didn't understand, nor did he understand. The hunter also answered. "The Loander people are dying, that's why they are strong. Normally the solution is to wait, but we don't have time."

The Imperial Guard was caught off guard, and the flames burned the bodies of many people. The small team of only twelve people did not scream. The correspondent immediately pressed the button in his hand, but the enemy who had planned it had smashed the entire communication backpack and killed them at the same time. Brothers of the Signal Corps.

When the signal soldier saw those hateful people approaching, he picked up the automatic gun and fired. But before the trigger was pulled and a roar was shouted, his head was melted. In this way, the loyalists left, and the Golden Throne would Receive his soul, and the man who betrayed his brethren must wail in the terrible warp.

The adjutant, not the commander-in-chief. He repeatedly emphasized his identity, but the commander-in-chief was groveling like an adjutant. However, most of the officers who had sense saw him. The one holding the hand on the Lemanus car The bright red lines on the body of the soldier with the telescope make it clear that he was born for war and was strictly prohibited from joining the officer class.

It's okay not to move, but tens of thousands of adults gather here, constantly playing the most cruel game in history. Every breath, every shot, every time the soil is ignited, it feels suffocating.

War is like this. Being able to separate troops means there are more firepower points, more flexible deployments, and larger defense lines, which also represents stronger deployment capabilities and morale.

In contrast, their troops need at least company-level squads to maintain basic combat effectiveness. Without the supervisor's projectiles, those people will immediately become passive.

They climbed to a high place, where the Imperial Guard was stationed. The soldiers of Loander watched all the surrounding situations vigilantly, but there was only one team whose goal was death, and then reported the enemy's arrival before death. Their existence was A bell that can make a sound is pathetic.

In an instant, those powerful warriors turned into blood. Many people were unable to shout out sounds of fear or pray to the Lord of Plague because the bombs exploded too fast. The sergeant major just watched the brutal massacre silently, waiting for another round. After the bullets were poured out, he raised his weapon and fired a few more rounds at the heretic who was still alive.

But the Rune Warriors could feel the faint future. They saw the situation early, and relied on their transcendent skills and abilities to lock on the Imperial Guards who were still unclear about their death. After the rapid firing sound, the muzzles of those firearms were filled with hot heat. , leaving a mess.

They have lost more than two-thirds. According to the historical experience of human war, they should have collapsed. You can imagine that when your comrades, friends, and even your father and brother who participated in the army with you all died in artillery fire or a single shooting, He fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his head and his body became cold. Who else could persevere?

However, they showed a sturdiness beyond that of mortal troops, and the Astartes of the Destruction Eagle could not help but look at their perseverance. This is a quality that can only be found in the impressive Astra Militarum soldiers that the Empire praises, such as the famous The Valhalla Legion, the Krieg Legion, the Cadian Lightning Army, or the servitor group that was injected with a large amount of mind-controlling drugs, Hongzhi of the Mechanicus.

shouted by the old ancestor who fell under the Thunderhawk gunship. "Ha, heretic blood fills the ground, how beautiful it is. Enemies of the Empire, enemies of the Emperor, all deserve to die, die quickly!"

They are vicious things, with their bodies protruding from the hillside. In addition to the soldiers of normal war, there are many wounded below. The dying ones are being treated by field doctors, hoping to return to the battle line. This has become the endurance station of the Imperial Guard. As long as this If the field projects can operate, their morale will not be low because there is still hope.

"Boy, according to the original plan, take me to Lemanus. I will perform a craniotomy on the heretic cannon!"

"I can't believe it. They are like machines, venting firepower on my troops. Their morale is a bottomless pit, and they can throw in living people unscrupulously for a very small advantage. Are those guys followers of the Corpse Emperor? They have been brainwashed! "

"Get ready!" the captain yelled, but a buzzing sound interrupted his words, and a fierce hurricane blew across his face. A Thunderhawk gunship slowly lifted its huge body, carrying a machine called the Dreadnought. Armor's huge metal engine, Sergeant Eagle of Destruction looked at the heretics angrily.

The body of the fallen communications soldier slowly fell to the ground. A rock was squeezed down silently and rolled down the steep hillside. This was harmless, but it hit a steep spot on the hillside, but that place was not hit. The sound was just a muffled pop.

"One of my grenadier regiments attacked the hillside where the enemy was stationed. It started out normally. Soon, the enemy lost more than half, then two-thirds, and then almost completely. But there are still people shooting?!"

There are no deserters just because they have nowhere to run. As long as they are seen to hesitate a little bit, their reward is a fired and ejected bullet from the automatic gun. The hot bullet will sink into his head and chew up his body. consciousness.

But violence soon became ineffective, and death could not prevent the soldiers from moving forward. The commanders encountered quite serious problems, and for the first time they discovered that faith could not drive those soldiers to continue shooting.

The Loander people know the ravines, trenches, and terrain here. Many of them have served here. The anti-orbital fortress is obviously the treasure of the Imperial Guard. Therefore, the enemy can always accurately seize the defensive position, use high to attack low, and use close attacks. flat.

The heresy's successive defeats during this period have shaken their morale, and now they have once again encountered a tough nut. Under the lack of oxygen and shaken faith, the troops composed of former Imperial Guards or pdf finally fell into inaction after losing 40% of their strength. state.

"Until they delayed until another squad came over and exchanged fire, only twenty men defeated my elite!"

But the enemy didn't know it, or maybe their gods also made a mistake?

"Here we are, I can smell the smell of those people, the smell of the Corpse Emperor they believe in." The soldier leading the team said this. This elite force of 200 people is the core force that the entire Heretic Legion can mobilize, and there are many The targets of powerful individual explosives can be imagined.

A scout, Astarte, raised his head. He was almost one with the rock, covered in camouflage. He looked at the beasts with resentment, then lowered his head and reported to someone he could trust.

The Empire's flames were fired, and the sound was deafening. Even the Rune Heretics were mortal in nature, and this was the revenge of the Destruction Eagle on those heretics. Since they dared to declare war on the most powerful Astarte in the Empire, they should pay the relevant price.

"Captain..." He clenched his fist and shouted to the driver. "Shoot, empty the bombs!"

His mind was full of the idea that the old captain of the 10th Company's reconnaissance unit against the 4th Company was killed by those guys. As an Astarte, emotions should not interfere with him, but this time, he wanted to amplify his emotions and let the hurricane pass and destroy the enemies of the Empire.

And those bloody hunters prepared a way from the beginning, aiming the projectiles. The scouts who were strictly protected were carrying large radios in a simple place, because they didn't believe that anyone could climb up to this place with only one road silently.

Silently, crawling on the ground, avoiding shooting or detection in those flaming shells and bullets, it must be said that they are professional and qualified as soldiers. Even the most sensitive auspicious instruments of Space Marines will dissipate because of the special gifts on their bodies. They are hunters, and the most terrible hunters born in this forty thousand years.

Therefore, suffering has come to the enemy. During this period of war, the heretics have gained an advantage by relying on a large number of people, but the number of people not only represents strength, but also a burden on the command class.

The sergeant nodded. "May the Primarch bless us. If the reconnaissance troops had not discovered the situation this time, we would not have discovered this attack..."

"And those heretics who came up with this terrible tactic, damn it."

Revenge, revenge has begun. This is the greatest violent action of human civilization. The incomparable hatred brought by war has focused on the nightmare of time and actual death losses. Revenge and tooth for tooth, this is not good, this is not right, this will make the heretic evil god more powerful, and this will make the universe darker.

But in this bad day, this terrible time, in a universe without the light at the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization, fighting back is the only way out.