Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

As the sky gradually turned into night, the fighting became more serious this time. Bomb craters and corpses formed a dark painting here. Under the faint yellow light of the setting sun, everything looked sleepy.

On such a bloody and violent battlefield, the most eye-catching thing is probably the Thunderhawk gunboat "holding" a behemoth in its mouth. The behemoth built by the empire for transportation and fire support, the king of the air, is roaring with all its wings, dragging Drag the powerful fearless mecha forward and roam the most brutal battlefield at the moment.

The magnetic suction cup connecting the Dreadnought Mecha is being controlled by the Sergeant Major. This ancestor has left his destiny to his brothers. Just pressing the button, the precise time and position can change the situation of the battle. The Dreadnought Mecha is such a terrifying monster.

When the sergeant major landed the massive Dreadnought, he did not disappoint his brother. His body hit the ground just in time, bending the Lemanus tank's gun barrel and causing sparks to fly. The heavy engine behind the vehicle body was like a seesaw. He cocked it up, and then the power fist exploded and hit Lemanus on the head with the roar of the servo.

The once arrogant heavy turret burst into flames and scattered into a ball, so that Lemanus's armor metal was severely deformed, and the crew members turned into meat patties and were crushed inside, dying without a burial place.

The other infantrymen who were marching, cooperating with infantry and tanks, and belatedly screamed in excitement, and took up their weapons to shoot. Shooting, laser fire, and live ammunition were all to no avail.

Countless flickering sparks jumped out from the heavy and unbreakable armor of the Dreadnought, but the ancestor just raised his submachine gun, and the multi-barreled heavy weapon began to rotate, with the roar of death, and then countless flames protruded, bringing with it Although it is far less powerful than explosive bombs, it has a lot of ammunition and an amazing rate of fire.

The familiar wheel design from the time of ancient Terra shines again in the dark 40th millennium, tearing apart the miserable flesh and blood of heretics and traitors, leaving only blurred fragments on the battlefield.

The ancestor fearlessly laughed non-stop, and the terrifying and crazy sounds came from his electronic grid continuously, but behind this was a situation that people could not imagine, a crazy situation.

When a disabled veteran is sealed in a coffin, his will or thoughts are sealed at the same time. The drastic changes of the times, the coming and going of people, and the thousands of years of sun and moon are too long for a space warrior...

Yes, they still have the last requirement of the battle, which is to cover until the crucible is cooked successfully. Although they lack wizards and astropaths, this sacrifice will inevitably fail, but this is the last way for those people to convince themselves to go to the battlefield.

He spoke generously and ordered that all supplies be used in this attack. Now all the Imperial Guards who are still alive and can shoot, can start the engine, and can fight the heretics must move forward to fight for the heretics. To show that they didn't deserve to be in Lounder and challenge the Hammer of the Empire.

But so what if you can still resist?

After their brief deployment, the huge anti-orbital fortress roared, and the beautiful hexagonal body, the device that amplified the defense power to the maximum in every sense, suddenly shouted something sadly.

Victory is really not far away. After surviving this longest night, Loander will become clean. This belief pushes the citizens of the empire to continue shooting, and even begins to slowly suppress forward.

Only the leader of the Rune Warriors had a different view. He looked at the changes in the war situation with confusion, and asked the soldiers to retreat back to the war fortress, relying on void shields and counterattack weapons on many buildings, with the mentality that there would be doubts if something unexpected happened. Maintain the front.

Facing the corpses of the heretics, the fearless mecha continued to shoot and shoot until the flesh and blood turned into lumps of disgusting blood mist, carrying soil, and the blood-moistened soil rolled in the air.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, countless sacrifices, comrades, friends, family, gardens, and even your own health. Only faith drags those wreckage-like bodies forward, rapidly, crazily, forward.

The sergeant waited a few seconds, then asked. "Can you go back? You need to replenish ammunition and life-saving fluids."

But there was no mercy for the traitors. Airdrop pods fell from the sky. Multiple Rand tanks, transport vehicles, siege armor, and two squadrons of Thunderhawks began to fall. Without close-ground defense power, Space Marine warships began to smash down unscrupulously. The craziest troops.

The gathering ability of the giant dead objects that poked out from the ruins of satellites in the void caused a bad reaction on the ground. The light absorbed the objects on the ground and made them slightly levitate. Then a beam of light fell and the low-Earth orbit defense turret was paralyzed. Dissolve and turn into metallic sludge.

Therefore, those heavily armed madmen took up their weapons and stepped into the trenches. The honor and non-giving up spirit they represented, and with force, reactivated the lifeless front.

Killing is meaning, destiny, and force majeure. He raised his arm and let the powerful Thunder Eagle hang it up. His body, which was highly connected to the fearless mecha, felt an illusive sense of weightlessness. At the same time, he was attacked by What is more, this ancient mechanical coffin carries countless war information in its soul.

The hot lasers were focused in the firearms, and then sprayed, burning the enemy. Under the mutual cover of heavy Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles, the remnant troops of only three thousand people moved forward with those things. Ironically, This was the first time the Loander Infantry Regiment had so much cover, and this was a war they didn't want to fight again in their lives.

He lit the thing that made the place smoky and took a gentle puff. "I want to be a pdf, I want to retire, and do good things by re-opening the land I conquered."

When the Imperial Guard moved forward, the gunships carrying Space Marines also began to press forward. Just as the plan calculated, everyone was looking at the clock representing the Terran standard countdown, and the moment it pointed to 12 o'clock, it was all about war. A day when the sacrifices will be worth it.

A slightly hoarse voice replied. "Go back, kid. Where is Lemanus? I'll make some preparations."

He just felt tired at the moment and hoped that the Space Marine Captain would quickly touch the void shield and give them an end, a quick and lovely end.

"Prestige is prestige, but I have had enough of asking people to shoot. I am not the material to command others. When any comrades on the battlefield die because of my plan, the numbers alone make me suffocate. But after a lot of time has passed, I no longer feel pain when looking at the obituary notice!" the captain said very sensibly.

Next came the long-awaited macro cannon. The ground was shaking. The powerful firepower on the side of the strike cruiser almost destroyed half of the indestructible fortress. Mushroom clouds flew into the sky. The whole world was trembling. The heretics were stunned and many soldiers knelt. On the ground, begging the Emperor to take back his divine power.

However, those veterans have done their best. Two Dreadnoughts and two Thunderhawks have destroyed half of Lemanus, plus the takeoffs of the Assault Space Marines and several accidents of the Imperial Guard's simple heavy anti-armor squads. Congratulations, the enemy's front line has been steadily broken through.

Their will is strong and their tactics are brilliant. In extremely fast battles, those thoughts allow them to take advantage of each other time and time again. Their military shoes step on the soil that once belonged to them, and their laser guns tear apart the flesh and blood of heretics.

At the same time, the advance caused those heretics to have many doubts. Why did the Imperial Guard suddenly give up their strategic advantage? Going forward is their defense structure. If you only look at the number of people, they are still at an advantage. Although the losses, large and small, are serious, they are not Unsalvageable.

"I am becoming less of a human being. My emotions are starting to become indifferent to many things that should be painful. With the improvement of my status and the improvement of material resources, I will become a monster that makes soldiers charge fearlessly, rather than a real soldier." He Putting out the cigarette in his hand, the things he usually found comfortable now made him feel numb and tasteless. In the face of victory and survival, the pleasure of peace of mind was countless times better than this garbage.

Mr. Kane once said that the firepower of the Space Marines is quite terrifying. Compared to the Imperial Guard, a company has one cruiser, dozens of heavy tanks, various attack engines, and two to three Dreadnoughts, more than one squadron. gunboat team.

Yes, to survive, most of the countless men and women who joined the army in the empire just wanted to do this. Whether it was to escape the cannibalistic work in the hive city, or to join the heretical army and live an ignoble existence, now they are the ones who have lost hope, and they have lost the only motivation. The soldier was a mass of mud, no different from the sandbags in the trenches or the sand on the ground.

In the command car, a rare smile brought Captain Czech's death-like cheeks and made him distribute his favorite tobacco to others for the first time because he had no use for it.

"What are you doing? Retreat quickly, the enemy has a problem!" He waved his sword, but the officers said. "We can't command the soldiers anymore. Now the bullets can't drive them, let alone your blade, and they no longer trust us. Today's troops just want to survive."

But soon, those heretical officers subconsciously felt that this was the Imperial Guard's misjudgment of the strength of their legions, and were happy to watch those people attack forward and be eaten clean by defensive battle lines and ground-shaking artillery shells.

But what answered him was not the firm words before, but the officer's expression of no will, no resistance, no insult, just ignorance, a disregard that was chilling and made the soldier angry.

The stagnant stance tore apart his soul and turned his reason into a blur. Now the only pleasure he could feel was the pleasure of killing heretics and aliens, and nothing else.

The smoke dissipated from the muzzle of the revolver, and the red superheat softened it. In the communicator, the driver of the fearless mecha was breathing heavily. The killing machine stayed where it was, as if it was missing its former honor. Comrade, life.

Although in theory the shelf life of the Dreadnought is extremely long, every war really consumes the pilots. It is hard to imagine that when life has become painful, what keeps those veterans insisting on fighting for the Empire...

Finally, the mortals died cleanly. The hundreds of humans who were guarding this behemoth were tossed to pieces by submachine guns. It was like a big blender, but instead of the blades rotating to fragment the matter, it was a continuous, red mixture. Large caliber projectiles.

The thick projectiles on the ground may be dug up and refined hundreds of years later, or it may be thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of millions of years later. The people who excavate them may be war survivors, or they may be some alien race. .

"But you should understand that we are not soldiers, we are hunters. If we take a fancy to the eagle, we will shoot it down. Even if our entire army is wiped out, our last hope cannot be extinguished."

The adjutant lit up the smoke dully. This thing was not as good as the incense of the state religion, but it could equally soothe the soul, but the thing that made it achieve the effect was called an addictive substance. Therefore, he took a strong sip, and he was about to die, half asleep. Open your mouth. "I want to continue serving. This victory will allow me to become a higher officer, maybe a major. Think about it, a major, how majestic it is!"

The Rune Warrior understood. He sat on the tank and stared blankly at the battlefield, but he did not give up. He turned on the internal radio and spoke. "All brothers and sisters who serve the gods, those soldiers are not reliable, and I will lead you to avenge the Eagle of Destruction, just like what I said at the beginning, but we have no tank cover, no soldiers to help, we can only rely on less than a thousand We are human beings.”

In fact, reason has never left him. He saw the mess and knew that he could no longer be the person who created anything, but was a relatively expensive wet piece in the body that carried out killings.

The panicked heretics soon saw a huge shining ray descending from the sky. It was a huge object called a spear of light by the empire, and it was also the wrath of the Baptismal Fire battle strike cruiser.

The position that quickly dissipated in mid-air, and what was originally used to offset matter and energy by transferring shots to subspace, suddenly failed, and at this moment the sergeant shouted. "Success!"

He turned on the communicator. "Advance, continue to advance, commanders everywhere, soldiers of the Empire, and those who can still hold firearms. After our long persistence, victory is coming. The Emperor bless us, protect us, honor us, and help us." Astartes, destroy all of the Eagle Chapter."

"The crucible is brewing souls, and we only need to kill the Astartes and fight for the last time."

This is why the Fourth Captain despises the reality of many mortals. As the most favored warriors of the Empire, the Space Marines alone have tens of thousands of mortal servants, orbital bombing capabilities, hundreds of armors, and terrifying airdrop capabilities.

They are the most terrifying warriors of this era. Now the gleaming armor has completely broken the backbone of those mortals. What runes and what honors. When the Emperor's favorite children show the privileges and many powers bestowed by their father, The heretic has now truly become the dog with the broken spine.

The once ambitious Rune Warrior captain looked at the huge military strength here in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the people he swore to resist could actually have such terrifying power.

He laughed until his throat was hoarse, and the Land Raider's flamethrowers burned his flesh dry and its tracks trampled his body.