Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 32 The initial leg section

One-Eye did not take away all the explosives, and there were also many convenient and terrifying explosives in the subsequent supplies. When I needed to defeat more with less, the reliability of bombs was hard to ignore.

When two soldiers from the fourth platoon used their favorite engineer shovels to dig up the wall of Post No. 3, they should have obeyed, but they couldn't help but discuss it.

"What did Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer want to do? He asked them to bury such a good bomb under his feet." The soldier wearing a helmet spent all his energy digging out the moist soil and then buried the explosives under the concrete.

The soldier beside him muttered. "At the outpost where he once served, there was a veteran who used alcohol to come up with many interesting tactics. He heard from him that the tactics of exploding outposts or bunkers were popular in the empire for a while."

"Tactical retreat, then the enemy will seek cover, close in, and now detonate the outpost, killing a large number of enemies."

The soldier who planted the bomb stumbled. "How come...they want to retreat? And then hand over the outpost to those disgusting aliens? God Emperor..."

"He is unacceptable..."

shouted the well-informed guy. "Hey, work quickly, don't think about so many things."

In fact, the soldiers in the fourth row already have feelings for the outpost. It provides them with shelter from the wind and rain, avoids the attacks of primitive creatures, rests, and is a good defense against enemy attacks. As residents of the hive city, they don't mind the crowds. environment, but I have a soft spot for such buildings.

There is no way, they are on a different planet now, in a place full of strange plants. Plastic, concrete, steel and starch blocks are the world that people in the hive know.

Many soldiers in the outpost have already regarded this small place as their home. They hang the God Emperor's emblem in the hall, place their own small things in the bedroom, patrol the surroundings, and eat anywhere.

They can accept other Imperial Guards stationed here in their place, but they cannot accept disgusting xenomorphs desecrating their "homeland".

Are the people in the hive city so awkward and envious of their own, small, smelly home?

Suddenly, the soldiers wanted to plant bombs in the things they loved, but they were forced to do it because of the trust of their commanders.

Alan Bayer was lying in the trench at the moment, as if he could hear the ticking and death beating sounds coming from the concrete foundation, like an alarm clock, reminding him that he was not safe.

Whether he is lucky or favored, his life cannot be saved by other people's protection or by miracles, but not by his own soldiers.

The worst-case scenario is that he will retreat. Faced with the greenskin's already clearly expanded military strength, he will retreat. The empire will not tolerate soldiers who run away, so he will order a retreat and use the outpost as an initial gift to the greenskins.

During the interrogation, he would bear all the responsibility for Dong Lai, and such behavior would not really save a few Dong Lai, but would it turn total annihilation into a situation where only one or two of Coco would survive, because the war would not end with the retreat. , they still deny the Emperor's currency.

Alan Bair stroked the crater made by the trench, smelling the unpleasant smell of green gunpowder, and his thoughts flew far away.

Until one sentence. "My electromagnetic waves are pulsing, organic."

broke his thoughts.

Alan Bair looked sideways, his beautiful blond hair was floating in the warm tropical forest monsoon, and his long and loose Mechanicus robe was trailing on the trench ground.

"Why am I here? That's not a place where the logistics personnel come. What's going on with that rude tone?"

The girl who was a Mechanicus priest whose name he did not know showed a beautiful smile with her unmodified head, which made Alan Bayer couldn't help but wonder inwardly whether her transformation was really a waste of resources.

"It's nothing, Second Lieutenant. If he learns from his mentor and shuts up, he may one day be as successful as him and master countless knowledge."

"His humanity is now a by-product of the chaotic electrical currents generated by his stupid flesh-and-blood neural units, but he is still plagued by it."

"And he can feel that my neurons are active in thinking, and pain, is that a word? Is there anything wrong with his description?"

She walked in the trenches with her "tail", looking at the huge dark forest with her small eyes, begging her not to make an expression, Alan Bair would never be able to read that guy.

Alan Bair sighed. "He is seeking death, and hopes that his death can give hope to more people, whether it is comrades, civilians, or thousands of empires, if his death can bring peace there, the green-skinned people here Once it dissipates, he can report to the throne and pay a worthy salute to the Lord of Mankind.”

"But he will still be afraid because he is not a mortal. He will still be afraid because he is not a mortal. He will still fail because he is not a mortal."

"He is neither a great sage of the Mechanicus nor a monk of the Astartes. After he realizes that his life has come to that world, what awaits him is month after month of work, rules, wages, food, and living. ,excretion."

"There are relatives who yearn for the responsibility of having children and the expectation of rapid advancement, and there are schools that instill the so-called concept that social status depends on whether I can be a good cog."

"He didn't really deny that he had lived. Just like now, he felt that he was already in the eyes of the God Emperor. He felt that he was much more fulfilled than before."

"But he is still imperfect because he is not mortal."

The Mechanicum girl tilted her head. "He is not a mortal, born with imperfections, blood will coagulate, flesh will rot, but steel is in his heart, pistons drive his body, knowledge is eternal, and the Ohm Messiah is there."

"He will not be confused, even if he wants to read tens of millions of STCs and protect hundreds of millions of machine souls."

"If he could do it in his short life, he would do it."

"So, he didn't understand my lament, but asked me to take care of my firearm. It hurts."

"Please let me manage my soldiers, they will die."

"Take me a nice dinner, I'll be tired."

Alan Bayer pursed his lips. Could he have lived a life as thorough as a girl who grew up in the Mechanicum?

Oh... I'm afraid she has experienced far more of the world and traveled far more than he has, while his life includes books, work, and relatives, but Ru Ming has nothing.

"Okay! He will come back alive, with his gun and his comrades."

Alan Beyer mustered up the courage and spoke like a red moon dreaming.

"He prayed to the end of his life to see the God Emperor, to see my Om Messiah, and when he leaves the material world, his cheeks that have not changed for thousands of years will bear a smile that is wrong for his life and wrong for the thousands of empires. Human soldier, with a cruel smile, because he will accomplish what no Astartes, not even the Primarchs, can do!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus girl covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing. "Ha...he just wants me to live in Dangdong, or he wants me to dream about the red moon."

Alan Bayer blushed. "Go, go! Go to my armory and pray!"

The two of them are "flirting" one-eyed, but there is not necessarily that much "romantic". At least the green skin is not ruthless. Compared with ruthlessness or kindness, there is only one thing in their lives.

"waaaaagh!"

The smell of blood swept through the forest with war cries, and the battle horns roared and reverberated. Alan Bair raised his gun and adjusted his attitude. They begged...