Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Urgent telegrams spread from the void, and the lords who had been fighting undeclared were now acting like good guys. They announced that they would remove the defense equipment of the bases here in one day, and requested the lords to evacuate the civilians who were still alive in advance. He has changed his mind and regards this place as his own property, and the people are his property. Secondly, he has absolute arrogance towards destroying the defense base, which is a declaration that he will never fail.

And he used his family crest to emphasize that the officials and traitors who helped Magron in the counterattack were all executed by Lord Magron himself. However, he appreciated the heroism and power of the local PDF, so he tolerated a lot of them. You can maintain your old job.

This blatant plot has almost no actual level or execution difficulty, but it is very effective because he is in an overwhelming advantage. When his words become an inevitable oath and are decorated with the family crest, even a blatant plot will be effective. It's scary, because in people's eyes, this person is already the actual owner of this place.

From then on, a very pessimistic mood spread in the Gothic palace. The retainers denounced each other in front of the long table and the throne. The colonel who had retired from the command position became the target of verbal criticism, and that great defense War has become what people here call "something you really shouldn't do," or "an internal and external adultery."

Just because the track is completely cut off in the current port, not to mention leaving this area, just starting the transport ship engine and running forward a few meters will become difficult because of the ruins of the runway. They are therefore full of fear, just because In most cases, most of the lord's men will never be liquidated because they are familiar with the work and management.

It is obviously impossible to say that they cannot see the dissension here, but what can be done now that the matter has come to this? No matter how clear the cause of the matter is, those noble officials who should not have sacrificed like the soldiers also have feelings for the PDFs in their hearts. of jealousy and resentment.

Just because the situation has changed, soldiers who should have died now can survive. They are obviously the ones with force and actual ambitions, and they are the ones who should be eradicated. They have never seen such a ruler, who breaks the concrete and nihilistic relationship. A rule that places naked death and killing, survival and war before those who get their hands on ink and vellum.

The feeling of powerlessness and the gap in power caused them to subconsciously look for a scapegoat. Under the protection of the void shield of the lord's castle, and in the complex trenches outside, they had great influence on others, especially those who had protected them. courage.

Just like that ironic saying: The great human nature is that good and weak people will be singled out for shortcomings and criticized, but bad and evil strong people have many unfounded advantages.

The former officer who has lost his position as colonel is just the second son of a noble family. His name is no longer a golden rule, but his accumulated contacts and the majesty in the army still make those nobles dare not touch him or use him to vent their anger. They were dissatisfied, and at the same time, the kindness of the enemy lord, Earl Wade, and the kindness of letting go of the soldiers fighting against him became a glimmer of hope in the eyes of those people.

And the dismissed colonel now insists that he is probably the only PDF member who came here to hold a meeting with them. With his situation being so tit-for-tat, one can only imagine how the real PDF members will be treated.

It’s just that until now, Lord Magroon has not met those panicked officials. There are various faces in front of the long table, but the person who stabilizes the morale of the army is Almiron. He stands next to the lord’s empty throne. He stood there as if the lord was still there, and asked the servants to serve the food, and all kinds of food were put away like an assembly line.

The servants put all the food on the white cloth, stained part of each dish, sauce or directly, and then put it into the mouth to test the poison. Wine or various drinks were poured into the cup and tested with a silver needle. At this moment, the daily life was outlined. Such prosperity simulates the appearance that the lord still has the right to rule. This is the most commonly used oath of power in the empire, representing wealth and dominance.

Food, especially various, rich and plump ones, such as pies, steaks, cakes, and wine, are proof of the health of the territory, and the lord himself generally must appear and then eat and drink to prove his health and rights.

This kind of very rough logic is the secret often used by many planetary governors in the empire. They use violence to suppress civilians, use banquets to appease people's hearts, and finally the stable power circulates again until those things cannot be suppressed and collapse comes.

What breaks those things may be alien invasion, turmoil in the hive, heresy, or the tithe tax accumulated several times being forcibly collected, but in the end, it will end with the brutal death of the lord.

However, it turns out that regardless of circumstances and worldly conditions, food, especially delicacies, has had similar effects and practical uses from the greatest era of mankind to the present. After the discussion gradually fell silent, Almiron nodded with satisfaction, but it was very It's hard to imagine that such a man would do this, do his duty, and be humble.

And his current loyalty is just to bet everything on the huge variables mentioned by the wild snake. His sensitive sense of smell tells him that he must do this if he wants to survive, and his choices are rarely wrong.

He watched the banquet proceeding in an orderly manner, but only one person left the table. That was the former major, a respectable man. But now he no longer wore a military uniform. He dragged his robe away and left. His career as an officer had changed his aesthetics. Very simple, the dark golden robe with almost no patterns looked particularly elegant among the colorful nobles and bureaucrats.

Compared to the premeditated idiots who were just messing around, he seemed to have some goal, but under the current circumstances, his departure made everyone much happier, as if a disaster had left. Only Almiron slightly moved away from his position. , other nobles asked him. "Mr. Almiron, everyone knows what you do. If the lord can still be canonized, you will probably be the next newly promoted noble. Come, come and toast with us. Although we don't have time to wait for that day, but now, At this moment, we are on the same level.”

Almiron looked at those nobles, with fat heads, big ears, fat brains, gorgeous clothes, tall canes, inlaid skulls, Gothic dresses and honors, big manors or servants. He once longed for it, and he still wants it now, but he understands , if you want to live, you can't be like them. "Sorry, everyone, I have my own affairs, arrangements, a lot of arrangements, so I can't spend time with you all. I'm really sorry." He bowed and left quickly, catching up with the colonel who walked into the side hall and approached the church, and then asked .

"What are you going to do?" Almiron yelled. "Leaving the banquet, do you want those nobles to suspect that we are in danger?"

The colonel simply replied. "Give up those complicated etiquette and performances, now is not the time for that, the battlefield has awakened the military part of me, and now I realize that survival is more important than anything else."

"I need the lords, Lord Magron's guards. Even if the Flagellants have been lost, even if I am no longer an officer, I am still the most powerful commander in this territory and this fortress."

Almiron asked. "But if you are a former PDF, you will definitely survive. No matter how miserable you are, you can only live like a civilian. There is no suffering. It is unlucky for me to be like this. I regret not joining the army."

The colonel said it to the point. "I know how that man treats soldiers, and I have seen his tactics. For someone who is so ruthless and does not consider the consequences, even if he is really open to the PDF network, it is only for soldiers and civilians. Senior leaders like you and me will inevitably be liquidated. , don’t dream like those losers, I’m awake, and now I’m suffocating, so I have to dig into the dirt with my palms to breathe, I don’t want to die in a coffin!”

"You see clearly, but why don't I know that those things want us to be eaten alive? They are all villains and hunting dogs. Okay, let me tell you, the lord is listening to the emperor's teachings in the church. Mr. Wild Snake is also inside, if you want to survive, go ahead." Almiron said bluntly and expressed his willingness to join the colonel in this final resistance.

The colonel took off his heavy hat and put it on his chest, bowed, and stepped forward resolutely, pushing open the three-meter double doors that were thick and carved with skulls. The colorful windows cast a dim and cold light on the emperor who was parked in the hall. On the sculpture, there is a shrine composed of countless candles, fixed with a eulogy on vellum, a tribute to the victims, a song of praise to the Emperor, and the flaming sword held high is shining with light.

But it was pitch black under his feet, and the light had not penetrated into the ground. Now the artificial light in the fortress was getting weaker and weaker. Days of bombing had destroyed most of the light sources. Therefore, the temperature in the fortress was now only about 4 degrees Celsius, which was very cold.

In the warm light of the dim candle, the lord looked much older. He knelt on the ground with his head pressed against the ground. He looked like an embryo, a baby, waiting in his mother's womb. He was called the man of the wild snake. Standing next to him, looking at the lifelike statue face of the Emperor, silent.

This picture was like an oil painting, frozen there for a long time, until the colonel's arrival broke the tranquility, and he asked straight to the point. "Lord, you give me the soldiers, and I will protect this castle. The void shield will prevent this place from falling. The trenches will make the enemy cry. I only need your approval. We have not lost, and neither have those who sacrificed. In vain.”

The lord was still kneeling on the ground, silent, and could only let the wild snake answer. "We lost, once and for all."

"What do you mean? The enemy has not logged in and the bombing has not started yet. They have been attacking us for more than a month, almost 34 days, but they have not taken down any of our fortress defense arrays. They are just cowards with strong mouths." The colonel did not Answer question.

The wild snake answered. "They don't attack because they don't need to. When they gather so many ships and dock in our void, and when the Karak galleon is sacrificed, we have no hope, and this world is not just about force that can kill people."

"Conspiracy works as well."

The colonel frowned and cursed. "Then you can solve the problem by hiding here?"

The lord raised his head at this moment, his flat and harmonious face showing a Cixi expression. "Yes, as long as I show enough cowardice, fear, and fear to see others, then Weide will stop and appreciate my fear. Although I am not afraid, I have to pretend to be afraid."

"What do you mean? What can waiting bring?" the colonel asked in confusion.

"To be precise, we have reinforcements, which are stronger than most reinforcements you can imagine. What the enemy needs is not the death of the lord, but the storage under this castle." Wild Snake replied.

asked the colonel. "What's here?"

The wild snake smiled. "Food in denominations of 25 million throne coins, in stock, is enough to support the advancement of a million-strong force. Even if alcohol is burned to provide energy for the spacecraft, it is enough to sustain the war for more than a year without using subspace engines!"

"25 million?" The colonel couldn't believe it. It was an astronomical figure. According to the black market price, a finely crafted plasma gun would cost only 80 throne coins. Then it would be wrapped in carapace or a semi-military auxiliary exoskeleton, plus the soldier's Rations or employment, even according to the highest standards he can imagine, can form an unimaginably huge force.

He suddenly smiled bitterly. He realized that his knowledge was not enough to spend so many resources. At this level that spanned planets and fortress territories, he already understood who the people they served were the empire, or a person who could represent the empire. A person with a huge will, and therefore, the answer is already ready to come out.

But before the colonel's joy could be condensed into a more precise entity, a kind of gunpowder smoke, that is, the breath of war, reached his mind. It was the faint vibrations in the air and the unexpected noise in the quiet church that began to tug at his nerves. he muttered. "The attack has begun?"

But he quickly denied himself and said. "Absolutely, that lord wants his words to continue to be credible, so he will definitely not take action, and the army at this time..." An absurd but highly possible situation appeared in his mind, that is, the soldiers mutinied, and the locals There are still a considerable number of PDFs. As long as an officer trusts Earl Wade's words, mutiny is not impossible.

He couldn't believe it, so he immediately ran out of the church and walked up to the heights of the castle. It only took a few minutes, but he was struggling in his heart on the way. As a commander, he wanted to start a war with a former soldier? He looked from the heights of the second floor of the castle. Amidst the endless ruins and smoke, several armored vehicles and tracked vehicles began to form an array with enough soldiers.

The familiar dark green military uniform represents his identity, PDF, and the leading one among them is the young man who once belonged to him, Major Rice. Now he has become a lieutenant colonel and leads this unit to the past. The boss opened fire.

Now it seems that the landing battle at the port, although on the surface they won, they lost. Although the dark harbor was blocked, the enemy also logged in, but it was not the outside that logged in, but the people's hearts, the hearts of the soldiers. In the hearts of officials, in the hearts of certain people, in the hearts of all people, in order to survive, people who know what they think are true begin to fight, betray, and plunder each other, just like they did during the darkest forty thousand years.