Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Bordeleau left the territory. The old lord wanted to board this huge warship. This was also his dream. As a member of the Imperial Guard, he could not experience it because of the bad heresy within the territory and he had to stay.

From this perspective, the dead traitor has to be recorded as an injustice. After all, how cruel it is to prevent an old man from entering the holy place that he wants to see once in his life. However, considering that the bastard has done what he has done, A sin that cannot be repaid with one life, and probably no one can repay it with this pen. The old lord can only watch Bordeleau's metal beauty slowly leave the low-Earth orbit defense that is barely visible to the naked eye, and use the astronomical telescope for a long time. Watch.

Today is an unprecedented day for the star observers in the Star Language Institute. The lord who never paid attention to the arrangement of stars has been here for almost a whole day.

Maybe he really believes in the grand words of Lord Skadi, maybe the emperor's light can really shine on this land. This place was built in the void and was only born for transportation. It does not have the so-called honor or hope. A place to just drift and die.

His eyes followed the optical array of the telescope to the distance and could only see the flickering tail flames of Bordero burning the cold and lightless void. A kind of powerlessness that suffocated him and the recent blow converged.

In the end, he curled up his body as if he had aged 50 years, and at the same time left along the dark place like a ghoul. This incident hurt him too much, and the family of the prime minister of Karazha, who was once talked about, probably It will disappear completely, but no matter how hard it is eradicated, it cannot change the endless desires of the greedy organizations that really control this star region.

His thoughts seemed to float upward from his dispersed soul and slowly embedded themselves into the Imperial battleship he thought about day and night. He seemed to have become an officer, stepping into this land that belonged exclusively to the Emperor with his soldiers. The flagship of the currency, and to most people in this fortress, they may not be of much value to the Emperor.

But now, they have become part of those currencies. It is the supply of their flesh and blood that allows a hundred thousand men and women to step into Bordeleau's battleship. It is also the equipment they build that allows those people to hone themselves in the war. The most elite soldiers lead the lords , and some of the tens of millions of people in this fortress have stepped out of their hometown.

They were ready to go in the ship's warehouse. They were completely obedient. They were almost the same as the real Imperial Guards. They wore gray and black military uniforms. Although the bulletproof armor was slightly inferior, it could not suppress the temperament displayed by the soldiers. It was overwhelming. Sexual, with a temperament like steel.

The chief of staff, a graduate of Tadashi Academy, the empire's greatest military lubricant, and the source of ideological work for the soldiers, led his colleagues to slowly educate them on the necessity of this battle and what would happen if this battle was completed. How many people were saved, and what they paid most attention to, which was how to deal with the orcs who invaded their homeland, was clearly pointed out.

The chief of staff nodded. “I intend to promote the commonalities between Karadhar and Skadi and provide Karadhar’s specialties to the Skadi people and Skadi’s specialties to the Karadhar people for mutual understanding of culture and historical experience. "

Soldiers are always chasing sensory stimulation, alcohol, cigarettes, stimulants or anything that can restore their tired combat effectiveness to survive. Skadi people can slightly escape from that almost cursed behavior after firm belief. , but couldn't allow myself to completely ignore that feeling of powerlessness.

After the chief of staff was silent for a while, he looked out the window of the battleship with a gloomy expression. Because they had arrived, it was a silent world, surrounded by many waste-like metal components, and the dark cannons were like the thorns of sea urchins. , arranged irregularly and regularly. Among them, there are very few giant cannons that can really serve as orbital attacks, and most of them are close-range defense cannons.

The chief of staff stood and nodded. "Very good soldiers, at least fully qualified, but their inferior automatic guns and bulletproof armor cannot handle many situations. Fighting in harsh cold satellites, far away from the stars, the water vapor generated by the automatic guns will cause the weapons to change. It is easy to malfunction, and the intersection of high and low temperatures can also easily damage the structure, cause jamming and rapid gun chamber collapse. "

"It's not impossible, so I want to wipe out the orcs here, not only for the sake of Karazha, but also to determine whether the Purple Hand is assisting the orcs. Now even Karazha is seriously short of food, although the famine is not obvious. But there is no food left," Alan Bayer emphasized.

The chief of staff almost cursed. "They're selling out the Empire to the aliens!?"

The engine roared, flames spurted, and the pistons kept sighing. After a long time, the chief of staff asked. "But they have been cultivating their power here for so many years. If they still have power in the vacuum area, they will need to deceive us to get benefits. But the reality is that we have indeed gained a lot of benefits and have the opportunity to shake their power, but this It shouldn’t be!”

He just looked at the stars in the distance, silent and forgotten, but regarded as a treasure by the orcs, and smiled sarcastically at himself. "It's enough to travel. I've visited so many worlds and seen so many planets along the way. Apart from not having to eat or drink, everything else is pretty good. But such service can also help the Emperor more, so it doesn't matter."

For the empire? He wasn't sure, but he spoke anyway. "I plan to rendezvous with the Destruction Eagles, then tear a gap through the Astartes and smash directly into the Ork moon."

"That's too direct," the chief of staff replied.

It looks scary, but it is not impossible to break through. As long as some of the giant cannons are destroyed, the battleships can easily break through those close defense cannons. But compared to this, he couldn't help but think of those evil things behind the scenes. He couldn't deal with that kind of enemy more than those powerful guns and cannons. Then he smiled bitterly.

The chief of staff was a little puzzled by Alan Baier's words. It seemed a bit inconsistent, but it was actually crucial. After briefly introducing this seemingly non-existent but everywhere enemy, the chief of staff fell into a long silence. It was unclear whether he was processing information or thinking.

"The reduction in the transportation of a large amount of food will make those pirate orcs face a certain degree of hunger. Even if their body structure can greatly reduce hunger, it does not mean that they can rely on photosynthesis to meet their physiological needs here far away from the stars."

Alan Baier walked to the air circulation equipment and blew the cold wind. "You should have considered such a thing, right?"

Alan Baier likes that feeling, because it represents a long-lost sense of excitement, which is why he dare not get too close to women. A madman like him is not qualified to start a family. At least he can't get away now. If he has a chance in the future, he will miss the battlefield. As long as the enemy comes, he will walk away like poisoned.

"And our current actions are really jumping out of their predictions. They should have accumulated more food than us. Although the plan of cutting off food has helped us, it is not completely advantageous. This gives them the mouth to hostilely isolate us, and they have a large amount of storage to pull more people to join us to fight against us."

The constant grievances over the past thousand years have nothing to do with whether the aliens can understand and endure. In this complicated world and the cold void, they continue to evolve and finally turn into pure resentment. Only the skull can forge stability, safety and no more pain.

Alan Baier speaks frankly. This possibility is creepy. The heretics are actually colluding with the aliens. Even if they are just slaves or tools, it is surprising enough.

It was painted yellow-brown, and a strange big face occupied a terrifying area on it, almost the entire surface, making the entire satellite look like a huge giant.

"It's a good plan. I have nothing to comment on it, Chief of Staff. Don't forget that you brought me up. Don't doubt yourself. Secondly, we should be on the same level." Alan Baier replied and expressed his agreement.

The Skadi people almost armed themselves according to the level of the Cadia Shield Guards, and almost squeezed out most of the resources. If a large number of new routes were not opened in the lord operation, those materials would still be scarce. After all, the empire is often not short of resources, but it is unable to effectively distribute and logistic those things.

Alan Baier replied. "People like the lords here are a minority. They don't care at all, so they won't care. Moreover, it doesn't matter to them who controls Pangia, especially for an inexperienced young man like me."

When this small gathering point fell into complete silence, the soldiers had left the place, leaving only the chief of staff waiting for someone. His beautiful military uniform was pressed against the cold ship wall, and he waited quietly for three minutes until the sound of military boots broke the silence.

"That's not a problem. Give them the carapace armor and hell guns, and distribute the matching medicines and individual rations according to personal needs." Alan Baier's statement was very easy, but in fact this matter would drain the weapons and individual armor supplies on the entire ship, and those things were originally reserved for the young soldiers of the 5th and 4th Infantry Regiments of Skadi.

"How about this batch of new recruits?" Alan Baier came from the bridge surrounded by Catachan soldiers. He was planning with the captain about the situation of the orcs and the reunion. Originally, such an important speech was given by him, but he also trusted this warrior.

The chief of staff lowered his head and thought. "Indeed, the tactics against the orcs do not need to be complicated. Speed ​​is more important. In addition, the soldiers need to run in. From this point of view, the simpler the better." He gave an affirmative answer, but Alan Baier said.

"Not good. Those soldiers and the Skadi veterans are inevitably dissatisfied with one treatment, and we don't have time to reconcile. Doing so will create a sense of separation between the troops, causing the command link to become slow and clumsy."

Alan Baier's thoughts are clear, but he doesn't know when he can find the Destruction Eagles. He realized that he needed someone, a smart person to refer to the current situation, and he spoke. "Purple Hand, do you remember the old lord's gaffe at the banquet that day?"

Alan Baier struck while the iron was hot. "The Purple Hand has realized our existence, and the famine tactics must have benefited them. It's the first time I've helped others."

"Their target is not humans, but..." His words lead to the biggest problem. A creepy and disgusting idea jumped onto the paper. There is no doubt that those greedy things are using the famine of the empire as a commodity to cooperate with those who are least cooperative.

"But what we need to consider now is not how to fight the orcs, but the Destruction Eagles. We need allies..." "They need food. We have seen this with our old friends. Anyway, if the orcs are still alive and well, it means that they have indeed found a sufficient food supply point. Then we can naturally suspect that such a situation has occurred in various parts of the star region."

"I just want the orcs to realize this. We are here to fight. Then they will probably give up the orbital defense that has little practical use and actively switch to login and anti-login warfare. Then the infantry will tear the battlefield into three In this area, the part closest to the orc city, which is also the sharpest 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the newly formed 100,000 Karazha auxiliary army, will tear up the battle line and establish our defense line in the dilapidated and chaotic orc city. "

Alan Bayer lowered his head. "Yes, you are right." He took a deep breath. The still fresh circulating gas, the smell of promethium that had not yet dissipated, made people dizzy. However, this was only true for new recruits, but the smell of promethium was not for veterans. Different, more like alive and surviving.

The chief of staff hesitated slightly. He was not worried that the equipment was not enough. After all, if you don’t take out the weapons, you might not be able to get them out. Rather than the shortage of equipment and the reduction of weapons, he was more worried about Skadi’s soldiers treating people from outside. Repulsed, he spoke because of it.

the chief of staff suddenly asked. "Maybe I'm overly concerned, but how should we log into the orcs' fortress? According to the report, the orcs have completely transformed it into a terrifying hell. Enough firepower and armor surrounded those that are crucial to the orcs. The place."

"Thank you for telling me that this is trust, which is extremely precious, but I still have to complain about this matter. I have already lost my life due to those words. If those guys called Purple Hands are really so terrible, then I'm bound to be in trouble, and I probably don't need you to tell me kindly, after all, I've been pulled on board by you early, and I can't leave." His words were partly acquainted, but more of a joke, and he also complained about Alan Bair's blindness to him. In the drum.

Those thoughts are like steel nails inserted into the minds of mortal soldiers who are suffering from alien pain. They are not supermen, and they are not necessarily strong, but their willpower will push them forward until their bodies are torn and collapsed.

"I've been convincing myself this way, but, Purple Hand, this thing is worse than I imagined."

he shouted, drawing the bolt pistol from his belt. "For the sake of the Emperor, let those heretics die!"

And Alan Beyer just said it jokingly. "This is the most resemblance to a graduate of Chungsi Academy that I have heard since I met you."