Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Looking at the situation of the war from the position of the Bordero, Alan Bayer always felt a clear sense of fragmentation. Although he had sent the Eagle of Destruction to attack, the delays in various intelligences and the restless silence Still exist.

He looked at the densely packed cables in front of the holographic projection equipment, and drank Reca coffee sip after sip, enjoying the unique bitterness that almost made people collapse. Only this kind of taste can make numb nerves feel alive.

"Hasn't the Poison Blade been released yet?" Alan Bair suddenly asked the captain about the whereabouts of the Dawn Blade. The overweight tank that was not used because there was enough Lemanus was supposed to be the core of reversing the situation of the battle. However, special large transport ships cannot drop it under intensive firepower, and the Imperial Guard must establish a stronghold before it can be dropped.

Otherwise, such a huge body may get stuck in mud or quicksand and other harsh environments for various reasons, or it may be defeated by enemy defensive firepower and scattered infantry units. However, they have no choice at this moment. After Bordero barely destroyed some of the defensive artillery, they The Emperor's Poison Blade must be dropped to stabilize the battle situation and reduce the losses of soldiers.

This thing is strange for the Empire, but it is Skadi's style. He can risk the Emperor's Baneblade for the sake of his soldiers. The other commanders will probably laugh when they hear this.

But even discharging that kind of heavy equipment made the captain look embarrassed, he said. "The armory has been speeding up, but the basic standing prayer still takes time. Such a complex and demanding machine spirit cannot be treated casually. I can only say that I hope that the Destruction Eagle can pull things to a good place as much as possible."

Lemanus and Marauder tanks cannot crush those dirty vehicles on armor. They cannot even fight those dirty vehicles head-on due to mobility issues. The Empire's heavy vehicles are slow in turret agility. Its ability to resist light armor has become worse, of course, because of the extreme pursuit speed of those orcs. If the terrain here is ignored, their tactical combat effectiveness will be much reduced in other worlds.

The complex terrain and tracks built by the orcs hindered the soldiers from exerting their original abilities, losing the right time and place, and making the war slow and difficult. The people of Karazha had never broken into this place, and they did not know how it had changed. What has become.

"Just wait until the soldiers build the camp. The poison blade can completely suppress the battle. Now we can only pray to the emperor to bless the soldiers who are fighting hard." Alan Bair said with a wry smile. He was not worried about failure, just wasting time in this place. So many troops can't help the main plan too much, but he can't ignore Karaza, and the orcs here are a breakthrough, an important breakthrough to find the Purple Hand's intelligence.

Unconsciously, the only sound in Cambridge was the sound of the war lord sipping coffee. The excitement of the battlefield and the armory seemed to have nothing to do with it.

He pressed the communicator. "Eagles of Destruction, we lured out that big fish."

Those human heroes and Astartes successfully hindered the battle line of chariots, which was more effective than any defense and obstruction. The Imperial Guard crews could regroup, but the absence of the commander still made them worried, but Falakxia The 113th Armored Regiment has experienced a full three hundred years of worry. As long as they can still see their comrades, they will remain strong, like chain armor, cheap, tough, and versatile.

Unfortunately, they only felt the obstruction when the blade penetrated the flesh and blood of the orc leader. The thick muscle tissue was thicker than that of the ordinary orc leader. His gluttony had an effect. The Catachan long blade could only cut half of it, while the leader Although it hurt, he didn't care, and he swung the chain ax with defiance and unscrupulousness.

But the situation on the battlefield did not go as he wished. Bloody wreckage and death, burning car bodies regardless of loyalty or madness, bombs, melta, beams, any weapon you can think of are doing their best to kill the enemy, even Sabres, fists, some were fighting orcs on the hull, and some were shooting those savage things with laser guns.

The operation came to a stalemate, especially the roar of the war leader Umuri's Tearer, which would tear apart several vehicles of the Imperial Guard every time. Whether it was circling a tank extremely fast and shooting like a butcher unloading an ox, it was accurate and easy. Using projectiles to cut important parts of the Empire's vehicles, it only takes a moment to turn the Empire's most elite Salamander tanks into scrap metal.

He held the steering wheel with his toes and didn't care about the brakes. As long as the speed was fast enough and the turns were fast enough, those things didn't matter. This was his racing outline and the biggest reason for his survival to this day. He lay on the car, huge The body held the weapons on both sides of the car body, two Orc heavy explosive shells, and pressed the trigger to let the projectiles drive away the soldiers.

The instant explosion of those clumsy engines of the orcs produced an unexpected chain reaction, and they collided one after another, as if confirming the Lytling boy's superb shooting ability.

After all, although Skadi is famous and steadfast in this sector, it is still far from the civilized legions such as Krieg and Cadia. However, war and reality do not care about whether they have reputation or history, only whether they have reputation or history. They would use cruel blood and death to express their so-called value, and the Skadi people have proven themselves time and time again, and they still do so to this day.

And this incident is very similar to the second lieutenant's experience. The Catachan soldiers who were thrown had many fractures, but they still turned on the machine. "Sorry, the mission failed."

The engine was filled with dust, and the weapons were ready to go. The orc leader looked left and right, laughing. "Fun, racing, I like it."

At the same time, the free and easy Orc leader also discovered this red-helmeted warrior. He understood a little bit about the organization of the Space Marines, and the rough bit came from those betrayers. To be precise, he should be the real master of this sector. He Haha shouted.

The battlefield is getting closer and closer to the Imperial Guard's defense line. All their supplies during this period are still being dismantled here. The living soldiers hide behind sandbags and wires. Some iron rods are welded upside down to the ground to form a slope to block the enemy's vehicles. Tools, but those weak defense projects are useless.

The two warriors attacked upward together, and the remaining two attacked the toes of the orc leader who moved the steering wheel. Even if they died together, they still wanted to stop this tank that was a threat to the empire.

The person leading them was Master Chief Catachan, a veteran who had experienced many battles. He even climbed onto the sandbags to let the orcs charge him. At the last moment, he jumped up, crossed the corner of the dirty car, and held down the car body. The orc cut his throat with his thick arm, then abandoned the car and left.

The vehicles of the Imperial Guard were already overwhelmed, and the loss of the lieutenant's tie also reduced the defensive capabilities. However, not everyone gave up. The courage and confidence of the Catachans proved their success with melt and sabers. Those forest warriors hid in Behind the sandbag, he suddenly attacked the car passing by with hot melt.

They hindered the orc attack and were the spiritual leaders of the other Catachan, and his friend, the Lytlin boy, was lying on the side of a Lemanus, the carbine scope flashed, almost instantly, that The engine of a dirty car burst and burned.

He said this as the voice of the machine's reply seemed young and familiar. "No, it worked. The orc has deviated from the convoy. At this moment, we are catching a turtle in a jar."

Looking down from a high altitude, it is hard to imagine that the real battlefield is not the hell with the roar of gongs and drums next to it, but a small episode with less than 16 tanks. But in this dark era, people no longer ignore the powerful charm and strength of individuals. With his ability to guide the war, the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction shot sharply at the leader, as if he had regarded it as his own trophy.

"I have to change my boys again. They should be as strong as me!" He complained a little, as if those boy orcs were too fragile, whether they were cooks or gunners.

That kind of reaction speed is very terrifying. After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the full picture of a fast train passing by at 80 kilometers per hour. However, Catachan can distinguish whether it is a vehicle loyal to the empire or a filthy thing of the orcs. At the same time, Punish it with the high heat of a melta gun.

But for the Imperial Guard, this was an opportunity. When his car sped through the camp, four Catachan soldiers risked their lives to jump on this crazy car before it could "replenish" the gunners. The strength of those forest warriors The arrival made Umurui smile. He raised his foot to drive, moved a simple steering wheel with his right foot, and pressed the accelerator with his left foot. The strong wind made his skin tingle.

"What a shrimp, what a shrimp!" He watched as Catachan climbed into the car, raised his chain saw axe, and pressed the trigger. The chain saw turned and buzzed like thunder, which made people frightened, but Catachans were not afraid. If you kill this bastard, this mission will be won!

There was no reply from the other side, but they did reply again. The low roaring sounds, the roar of the imperial engine, the 12 flying wings, and the speed boat were approaching. At this moment, those space warriors became falcons hovering over a valuable prey, troubled. The war boss of the Empire's citizens for millennia, a prey worthy of them all.

The red scarves on their shoulders fluttered as a result, and the cloth moistened with blood inherited the successes, failures, sacrifices, and killings. They raised their weapons, and the long-edged knives gave off a cold edge that made people suffocate.

Those armors formed a net, slowly buffering the orc attacks, but the network alone could not kill such a large orc force. They also lacked a spear, a sharp and deadly spear.

The sharp weapon was swung with his cut wrist, forcing the four people who attacked him away. Then he realized that he would be seriously injured if he continued like this, so he suddenly moved his feet on the steering wheel and slid the entire A big circle and a sharp turn swept away those soldiers.

Only the Skadi veterans' accurate fire and explosive beams killed the Orks from time to time, and a few Space Marines resisted, but just the dirty Ork vehicles that broke away from the large convoy exhausted them, and they were unable to actually protect the Imperial Guard. After a Lemanus fired its cannon, a dirty car could barely dodge the grenade, and once again proved to the empire that here, speed is king.

There is also the fatal impact of the war boss. The huge war boss body presses the car body to prevent it from tilting up. With the blessing of the waaagh position, those things will not be scattered due to the impact, so even a car will be affected by this. The simple yet gorgeous strange car was dented and deformed by the collision, and its machine spirit screamed.

He won the victory with a car, and now he has to use a car to comment on whether he can continue to maintain his hegemony. Even the lunatic of 12 vs. 1 can easily accept it now. After all, being the boss has to shock the world!

Their flesh and blood formed a front line of defense and buffer steel, which stunned the soldiers and commanders of Karazhar. Those were hardly things humans should do, or were they fighting side by side with the Astartes? This thing is too shocking, they probably won't spread it back, and even if they say it drunkenly, it won't be considered true.

The dark green illusive holographic image on the table outlines a crazy battlefield scene. This is almost an amusement park made of roller coasters. It is difficult to imagine how to fight in such an environment. The combination of the Astartes and the Imperial Guard will not lose. , but even so, Lieutenant General Alan Bayer, who loves his soldiers as much as his son, still hopes that the sacrifices can be very few.

He laughed because of this, scraping metal scraps on his body. Even his boys were in high spirits because of this, but their heads no longer knew where to go. They were cut off by the metal fragments of Lemanus's thick shell. He suddenly stopped laughing, and his snow-white head The fangs are still exposed, but not as much.

This time he even tore Lemanus apart, shouting and cheering at the same time. The damn heavy metal played by the body's engine and the speakers on the body drove a Lemanus tank with a hurricane that made people hurt their cheeks. Eaten alive.

The entire war engine was torn apart from the middle using the most brutal addition, that is, speed plus weight equals strength. The exposed adamantium layer and wires also contained the remains of the Imperial Guard crew members. It was hard to believe that an engine like this was used. Simple things can cut through the Empire's most honored machine soul like butter.

He, the owner of the voice, looked into the distance from the salamander tank. The prey became the hunter, and the second lieutenant was sorting out the pain he had suffered just now, repaying the favor in kind of tit-for-tat and even a little bit like chicken belly.

"Red can, red can, dried shrimps call you Valve God, canned food calls you Shigua, I call you Red Head, give me that beautiful helmet, give me that beautiful car, give me your honor, and I Give you explosive bombs, give you clicks, give you that buzzing, roaring, and never-satisfied slashing thing!”

The Master Chief looked at him from the body of the car and was not angry when he heard those dirty words. However, he spoke to the alien for the first time, and the grid device made an electronic sound, carrying the wind sound that was inaudible. "Come on, Alien, just like your past successes, become one of the Eagle of Destruction's countless meritorious deeds, making your stupid life valuable and honorable."

He raised the heavy butt of the storm bolter in front of him. This was a weapon that was too heavy even for Alan Bair, but he was as easy as the Imperial Guard with a rifle, and accurately highlighted the flames, burning Looking at the dirty tearer car, he unilaterally announced that the finals of this competition had begun.