Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Death, sacrifice, the reward given by the emperor to the arrogant, does the current colonel feel that he should listen to old Chester's heartfelt words? He is indeed not a master tactician or a soldier, but he was born and raised here, and no one is better than him. Know how to protect this place.

The blood is gradually imprisoned and solidified in the cold, turning into bright red smoothie. What once flowed in the blood vessels is now trampled by military boots and turned into a footprint, a dark footprint. Life is becoming worthless, and this is the battlefield.

A few smart soldiers hunched over to avoid this meat grinder. They withdrew the battle lines built by the lords with a little sense of responsibility. The solid defense projects overlapped like mountains. The heretic's projectiles could only break through the sandbags on the outermost edge of the car body. Even if The bombing of individual soldiers with heavy weapons is also difficult to destroy the front line at once because of the yield, creating a gap.

It was extremely difficult to hit multiple times on the battlefield. The brown military uniforms of the lord's soldiers became an iron wall. After many sandbags were blown away due to chaos at the beginning, the methodical grinding of meat was just as the enemy accelerated in order to break through the flank. The charge intensified.

The soldiers who escaped were not only those who regrouped, but also chose the rear. Those cowards bent down and timidly walked through the battle line until they reached a place where the poor range of the automatic gun could not reach, and then ran away, wishing they could not wait for this moment. With many legs and wings on their backs, most of what awaits them is the ruthless shooting of rear officers or the roar of two heavy logging guns.

Unknowingly, their own soldiers had killed more soldiers than the enemy. The front line in the middle had been eaten to pieces. The soldiers could not even maintain a queue. The poor morale and ineffective cover made them become laughed at the joke and left the lord's children alone to fight the villains.

In the rear command room, the colonel was ashamed. His tactics were worthless and he was torn into pieces in just a few minutes. Soldiers who lacked training and will fled in all directions, leaving a rather ugly mark in the history of the empire. record of.

His old cheeks seemed to be stained with ink paint. This was not because he really turned black, but because of the gloomy expression. Lord Magroon looked at the battle line next to him, but he did not forget to pay attention to him. explain. "Colonel, command them."

The colonel was a little annoyed. "Lord, you have done a good job, but now you want to add insult to injury?" He turned to look at the man who usually didn't speak much. Magron's flat head, especially his face, looked like an old owl. It was a beautiful bird with a little more hair, but now it also looked quite kind.

He wanted to continue to say harsh words, but that expression suppressed the throbbing emotions in his heart. This is the key to Mr. Magron's words always being listened to, as if the emperor's light will always shine around him, but At the same time, he is also a crazy and terrifying believer.

he shouted. "Flasher!" After a few moments, a truck came here to drop the monster. The soldiers were useless against those things. The thick reinforced muscles and injected medicine protected their vitals. When the instructions and medicine were injected At the end, those monsters stepped out of the truck. Even though the truck driver, the martyr in brown clothes, was dead and blood flowed from the cockpit, his goal was achieved.

Now, fear filled his face. Rather than understanding the righteousness, more often than not, he wanted to survive, but happened to be surrounded by enemies. He created small miracles in self-defense time and time again, and more often than not, The miracle of fear of death.

The Major responded with a feeling of relief within him. "46th Defense Force, Major."

He forcefully snatched away the firearm, and the major, who had killed one person and was unable to resist, could not resist. When the lieutenant raised the weapon and pulled the safety lever with ease, the situation was reversed again.

Those greedy people are like wild beasts. He remembered what his mother said when he joined the army. When he was hiding among the corpses and heard the sound of someone crossing the barbed wire fence, he fixed the bayonet on his rifle.

He was neither a legendary demon nor a hateful mutant. He looked panicked and frightened. He immediately bent down and hid among the trenches and corpses. The dark military uniform was inlaid with a complex-looking United Family emblem. He looked around nervously. , and soon saw the major, but he only thought it was a dead man, and relaxed his vigilance. After he took out a small box from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth like a hamster, the major saw clearly for the first time. It was white. The word analgesic flashed through his mind, but soon it turned into a stimulant.

He soon felt that his feet were loose. What they were, military boots. It was the major who kicked him. He leaned forward and to the right and touched his pocket. As a result, the gun was empty. The pistol fell from his hand, and the bullet scratched the second lieutenant's cheek. A bright red trace appeared.

The lieutenant put his finger into his pocket dubiously. His expression turned from sunny to cloudy, then cloudy to sunny. He was rich! But the posture of reaching into the pocket is not good, at least when it comes to holding a person hostage.

However, he subconsciously felt that the word sacrifice was created for that kind of person, because only the death of that kind of person can be regarded as a sacrifice. The death of other more ordinary and weak people probably cannot be regarded as a sacrifice for this huge empire, including Own…

That was the voice of a middle-aged man, wearing dark clothes that were different from the dark green military uniform of a major. According to the empire's standards, judging from his collar and hat, he was probably a lieutenant or above.

This place is hopeless in every aspect, and he can't leave here more than he has any sense of justice. It is obviously impossible for a civilian to climb to this position. This place was peaceful before. Obviously, he is a descendant of aristocrats. His ancestors made great contributions to the construction of this fortress, so he also rose rapidly and was hastily promoted to this position after graduating from the military academy.

When the major looked at the dark crowd in the distance eagerly, those soldiers kept falling, but there were still more, and they kept shooting. But this was not a breakthrough achieved by the advantage of numbers, but those heretical artillery allowed them to effectively suppress the loyalists' troops.

This time the major had no strength to resist, and he raised his hand. "You win, you win."

But the battlefield is ever-changing. When troops are stationed in the trenches one after another, the bunkers originally given to the soldiers become the enemy's treasures. A unit belonging to the loyalists has been dispatched. When the lieutenant sensitively realized something, he said. "Engine sound?"

He soon saw several heavy trucks rushing forward against the hail of bullets. Even if the drivers were shot, they were still moving forward like crazy. Those heavy vehicles were not ordinary things, because behind them were terrible monsters, with slender and long whip-like "fingers" exposing crazy muscles. The lieutenant had read their information, but he didn't expect to really encounter them.

"I won this war too." The lieutenant said. "Next, we will build a camp, and a group will be stationed here to provide flanking firepower for the team. This port belongs to us, and you too. Remember to ask your family to get the ransom." He smiled. This war was very profitable. Whether it was for dignitaries or ordinary soldiers, this time was enough for them to change their fate.

The man said. "Ha, a commander's head can be exchanged for 5 throne coins."

His personal guards had almost been lost, and now they were scattered all over the battlefield, but it was because he led his soldiers to die and refused to retreat that the enemy did not rashly attack the middle and then break through the front line from the side. If only looking at this merit, he could become a direct upgrade.

His mind was in a daze at the moment. He killed someone. It was different from shooting something. He actually killed a guy who looked innocent and pitiful. His arms were shaking and his thoughts were in a mess. It was different from playing at home in a society. No one judged and no one condemned him. He killed people in the extreme violence of the group called war, just to survive.

He didn't like the word sacrifice, but he couldn't help thinking about the sergeant he saw today. Was he dead or ran away? He couldn't find him. He thought such a person would definitely survive, but the battlefield told him that everyone was powerless, including him.

At this point, about 12 people surrounded him, which was exactly the number of a standard imperial soldier team, and the leader was a lieutenant, which meant that at least 40 of them died before they ran here. The officer raised his gun. "You are ours. Tell me your rank and organization."

"How kind, but can I really do it?" The colonel watched the battle situation gradually lose momentum. He couldn't help but pick up the communicator and cursed. "The barrage on the right is too thin. Reduce the shooting interval!" He switched the channel of the communicator again. "The formation on the left is too dense, disperse."

"I will be the commander for the next period of time. All personnel must stay in the ground and protect the gap. Don't allow it to be broken through!"

His voice was like a stimulant that penetrated the hearts of the remaining soldiers, and the battle line became more solid. Although it was already very embarrassing and there were almost no people who could stand here, after hearing this voice, a major lay in the pile of corpses in the trench and turned off the backpack behind the dead signalman to avoid being discovered. At the same time, his eyes became much firmer.

The only answer he could give was a whip that broke through the air. The intense pain and the whip that tore open the military uniform, the lieutenant's shoulder was directly whipped to dislocation, and the gun fell out of his hand. His forehead was covered with sweat. He held the major tightly with his left hand, like grabbing a life-saving straw, but the major just answered. "They are not my soldiers, sir. He will take me and you to kill them together. Those monsters are only loyal to the emperor and the lord."

The woodcutters and automatic guns cannot match the turrets carried in the airdrop warehouse. There are several slaves in it constantly transporting and supplying energy and bullets. The endless fixed firepower makes up for too many gaps. Therefore, at this moment, the major has seen the enemy approaching and he can smell the smell of those people.

At this moment, the bullets rubbed his cheeks, and the corpses became his cover. The old automatic rifle in his hand had not much ammunition, so he took out a new gun from the hands of his dead comrades and fired with all his strength.

"Gods, what kind of monster is this!" The lieutenant shouted, and he raised his weapon. "Your lieutenant colonel is here, don't move! If your head can distinguish, you should know that he is priceless!"

Just when his finger pulled the trigger and stopped again, his fate was also over. Those heretic soldiers approached the trench under the shooting. The dense firepower network could not stop those guys. With the firepower support of the turret and sufficient manpower, they used more than three times the number of people to tear open this man-made canyon with people on both sides, which was made up of sandbags and vehicles.

His negative mood was depressed, and finally covered by the footsteps of the enemy walking on the ground. He wiped the bayonet with the rags of his comrade's clothes. Slowly, the sound of the footsteps was also approaching. He held his breath and concentrated. The sound of gunfire, the sound of the enemy approaching, and the command of someone unknown had nothing to do with him. When a person quickly ran into his trench, this was probably the first time he saw the enemy.

"Stand up! Sir, I've got you now, follow me backwards, stick to me, like a loving couple at a ball, dance a waltz or tango with me." His arms were trembling, and his thighs were trembling. As he stood, the stimulation of life and death made his heart beat continuously. It was probably love, a love for death.

answered the major. "Five? I have five in my monthly pocket money! Come, touch my pocket, sir."

His will was all elsewhere, and it wasn't until something cold pressed against his head that he woke up. He heard a somewhat unfamiliar accent speak. "The corporal is dead, hell, I told him not to break off the team, but we have a big fish."

The middle-aged man stood up with a grimace, raised his hand, but suddenly grabbed the major's arm. "The insurance is off, kid."

It was just hormones that made the second lieutenant forget the pain. He grabbed the officer, touched his waist, took out his spare gun, threw him to the ground, pulled away, and shouted to the person lying on the ground, "Yes." Shout to the other soldiers.

The major tightened his grip on the gun and stabbed him in the heart, but he finally missed it and inserted it into his chest. The poor man was shaking, but his eyes were red. Their eyes met, the soldier screamed, and the major said nothing and increased his strength. , pulled out the knife and hit his head with the handle of the gun, bang bang bang bang bang.

The stimulant finally killed him before it dissipated from his body. The man's body was twitching, and a bright red patch appeared on his head. The major looked back detachedly and saw more people approaching.

This madman with a contradictory personality, gentle and kind yet violent, violent and murderous, spoke. "The Emperor has given us countless responsibilities. I need to guide people, and you are the commander. Let the soldiers mount their guns, and my soldiers will use them for you. Don't blame yourself. You are the expert among us anyway, but don't Forget, this matter became bad because of you, and now you are given rights just to redeem yourself. You will still face impeachment and will never be able to set foot in the military camp again.”

Ironic enough, the lieutenant who believed in gods scolded. "You who believe in the Corpse Emperor are all lunatics!"

"Of course, if you didn't come here, we wouldn't be like this..." the major replied dissatisfiedly, but the lieutenant still didn't want to let him go. He was cornered and retreated quickly and hastily, but this triggered the Flagellant's Thinker Array , he suddenly twitched and then swung the electric whip.

At a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye and a "Peng" sound, the major felt heat on the back of his head. Next, the headless body of the gentleman who had just been "flirting" with him fell straight down and made no sound. With the oath, the counterattack began.