Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The roaring engines pulled away, and after the hot melt tore the metal apart, the Imperial fleet crossed the dark horizon of the Lower Nest like wild horses. In this place of murder, betrayal, and resentment, humans hate humans, and their cousins ​​hate humans. , the same goes for aliens. Under the extreme shortage of materials, there is no shadow of the word kindness in this world.

When the vehicle left the lower nest, the air became slightly clearer. Although it was only slightly better than the lower level that was comparable to poisonous fog, the middle nest was still a very civilized place, whether it was the tall buildings in the distance or the civilians near the road. The hawkers and stalls display various foods, such as bull ant steaks and synthetic mixed wine, adding a lot of popularity to this cold place.

Of course, this place is far from clean. It is located next to the road and is even stained with filth. The rows of flashing neon lights and the food mist that comes out from time to time make people feel minimally at ease.

However, this place is close to the lawless land of Xiachao. The shopkeepers do not seem to be fuel-efficient lamps. Most of them wear weapons, even ordinary diners. There are more various types of ammunition on the tables. There are about 6-7 people here. A small stall set up as a small place for human habitat, the haze of struggle and violence is still far from over.

It's just that this place is obviously too small for the Imperial Guard. There are not enough soldiers to entertain here, and they can't accommodate so many people. It's just that the wild snake asked them to stop here. The reason is also very simple. In front of it is the city under the main nest. It's normal. After a bloody battle, it was very troublesome for the Imperial Guard who had just escaped from the attack of the beastmen.

It's just that the second lieutenant still didn't understand the plan of the man in front of him. His eyes wandered outside the car window until he realized that the "civilians" didn't panic at all when they saw such a large-scale militarized convoy.

"They are not civilians, or at least they are definitely not ordinary people." This veteran, the second lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Regiment, keenly felt that something was wrong. He picked up his weapon, and at the same time, the crew got closer and closer, with a tense atmosphere. The entire army was filled with excitement, as if the war was about to start again in the next second.

It wasn't until the soldiers picked up their weapons that the wild snake hurriedly shouted. "Stop, stop, there are absolutely no enemies. No, those are my people. Although they look a bit fierce and their temperament is not very good, they are always loyal."

His words were difficult to convince others, but the Imperial Guard had no choice. The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle touched his chin and asked. "Are they your people?"

replied the wild snake. "Otherwise, are they sage growing on the roadside? They just find a place where birds can't poop. There will be no customers. They are all fake."

"At this time, the entire main nest is under intense surveillance. They don't dare to fight with you in the field. They can only huddle inside the supermarket and rely on the strongholds and equipment to resist. And now I want to perform a magic trick, called a big transformation into a living person." He seemed a little excited, because for him, deception was both his specialty and one of his few pleasures.

"Just those stinky fish and shrimps?" the second lieutenant said uncertainly.

"It doesn't matter if there are more people. On the contrary, it's better to have fewer people. We don't lack manpower, we just lack the temperament."

"And those people here are not ordinary people. They are all scammers, liars, greedy magicians, or masters of visual dislocation. Those boxes and warehouses are not goods at all, but batches of various coating sprays and scattered Large model enclosures, they do it like no other. ”

Wild Snake retorted and asked the vehicle to stop. After the Chimera stopped, he stepped out of the armored vehicle and shouted. "It's work!"

Those people immediately pulled off the white cloth on the stall as if changing their mode, and picked up all kinds of messy props at their feet. Whether they were diners or shop owners, they all became master mechanics, using the boiler of roasted cow ant meat as a welding gun to weld. The two sections of the tripod are spliced ​​together, and then mounted with rearview mirrors. Once glued to the Hercules crawler, it looks like a heavy truck.

Use the white cloth from the booth to coat it, add a layer of metallic coating, cover it on the front of the armored vehicle, connect the fort and its closed appearance, and then insert glass pieces to let ordinary soldiers who do not drive sit on the front of the fake vehicle. , the driver observed from the rear side, a majestic Imperial Chimera armored vehicle suddenly turned into an ordinary passenger car.

Even the Land Predator can add fake water tanks and electrical boxes, cover the upper turret and the lasers on the side and front, and apply a new temporary coating to make a fully enclosed RV.

In terms of deception, they can be said to be perfect at practice. In about five or six hours, the elite of the Imperial Guard turned into a large caravan, and the Imperial Skyhawk on the outside of its vehicle was also replaced with an independent pupil, carved The look of a snake's eyes.

During this period, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard camped and rested in their original positions, eating, replenishing projectiles and energy, adjusting equipment, and watching ordinary people tinkering with the Imperial engine.

Thanks to the fact that the vehicles were designed to log in for combat, those vehicles were all light equipment. If they were heavier, like the Lemanus, they probably wouldn't be able to pretend to be harmless vehicles. After all, the sound of the huge turret and heavy armor would make it sound. Can't cover it up.

It's just that this may not be perfect. If you get too close, you will find something wrong, and the weapons and equipment must be boxed during this period. In other words, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard will temporarily lose their combat effectiveness. If they are discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.

But this gamble was accepted. Of course, the machine spirits and soldiers would complain, but only in this way could the enemy be caught off guard. The lieutenant looked at the transformations in full swing, but was suddenly interrupted by the wild snake. The master liar had changed into a suit and turned into a gentleman in a suit, wearing a long hat and holding a cane. He looked about 40 years old. If the military emblem on his chest had not been taken off, the lieutenant would not have recognized him.

"Nice trick." The lieutenant said.

"You have to come too, take a look at this." He took out a set of low-quality bulletproof vests with bullet holes and scratches on it, and an automatic gun that had just been maintained, with gun oil and traces of being polished, plus the lieutenant's officer uniform, it looked like a gangster or deserter who had fled the empire.

The lieutenant had a bitter face. "I have never been in such a state in my life. My boss and I were cut off by aliens, attacked by orcs, and beaten by heretics, but we were not so miserable. Look at this clothes." He lowered his head and smelled it. The man's armpit smelled of promethium, which was cumin and garlic, and there was a faint smell of blood and gunpowder.

"This thing you got seems to be real?"

Wild Snake replied. "Scavengers, this place lacks everything, but the most deaths, whether it is the death of local PDFs and gang fights or other deaths. We were lucky and found the remains of foreign mercenaries. They were discovered by beastmen, and most of their flesh and blood were taken away. They may have become lunch, dinner, and breakfast."

"I bought the guns and armor from them. About half a year ago, when I realized that the Imperial Guard was going to move forward, I always felt that buying something would be useful."

"You predicted our situation long ago, and you still do business with those beasts?" The lieutenant asked him.

And Wild Snake just spoke. "You haven't seen how those beastmen eat, bones, internal organs, brains have to be separated, breakfast is scalloped eyeballs, fried bladders, lunch is thigh steak or..."

"Enough, I'm not in the mood for those, tell me, are you manipulating something?" The lieutenant took out his weapon vigilantly.

Wild Snake raised his hand and answered. "No, I didn't, I just vaguely met it, and as for trading, you also understand that if you want to live smoothly in the nest city, you can't be picky, brother, I work hard for the empire."

"I can't cooperate with people who can trade with demons, if it weren't for your many clever plans." The lieutenant said disgustedly, but he was helpless. He admitted that if it weren't for this man, he would be unable to move now.

Wild Snake answered. "Yes, I am very useful, just like the relationship between the Grand Inquisitor and me, just use me." So far, he was a little envious of the young man in front of him. Just because his birth and luck made the war lord feel at ease, he had such a status. Although Wild Snake didn't hate this kind-hearted young man, it was too early for him to command such a large legion.

But he also understood that the warlord wanted him and Sergeant Eagle of Destruction to come down probably to make him, his whims and passion fit in with the experienced warriors and cunning local snakes, and finally reach a better balance.

Wild Snake just touched his hat at this point, and he suddenly said. "By the way, meet the Astartes, you will like it."

Second Lieutenant. "Why, how do you make those giants become mercenaries? There are not many things like the Astartes, especially their huge armor."

Wild Snake said with a strange tone. "Come on, three meters forward, look again, taste carefully, look slowly, miracles appear, so does the emperor, whims, unorthodox ideas, all here."

"What are you talking about?" asked the second lieutenant. "When I bought those forgers, their slogans were, they were born in Xiachao, and were raised by the same old thief. The old man wanted to make money from them, and they had to touch the wallet with their little hands when they were just over one meter tall."

"Think about it, few children can survive touching the wallet, but those who survived under that old man are experts, who can deceive the worst scum in this empire."

"It's just a pity, one day the chess chess was a step behind, the old liar adopted a nobleman's orphan, and the daughter of the old noble was deceived by the Xiachao man's slippery tongue. In the end, the lady was abandoned and died after giving birth in Xiachao. Then the child was picked up by the old thief, and soon he grew up, with excellent talent, and soon became his best disciple."

"The following days were all good, with food and drink, giving property to the old man, the old man provided food and drink, housing and transportation, and friends and family, everyone was as close as a family, But once the old man wanted to do something big, very big, which was to rob a noble mansion. "

"But even if the thieves were skilled and sophisticated, they could not compare with the most advanced thinker array. After a group of people climbed into the mansion through crooked ways, they took away the first treasure. I still remember that it was a beautiful vase with a brain in it. As a result, the door closed, and hounds and bailiffs surrounded the entire street, which was full. "

"In the chaotic and hurried situation, the noble child, who was probably in his early 16s, pressed the door lock in a mess, hoping that the closed place would open, and the closed space suddenly opened like an emperor appearing. "

"It was all because of his DNA, that is, genes, which were the genetic factors of this family. It was a miracle that he could avoid prison and the head of the family was found again. Although his bloodline was not very pure, he missed his little daughter more. "

he asked, the ensign thoughtfully. "In that case, is the child still here?"

replied the wild snake. "Don't worry, first of all, the days are going to be good. Everyone is living very comfortably. There is no need to steal. Those scammers took the nobles' money and established a theater troupe. All the people in the hive were amazed by their deceitful tricks. Old liar I got a good alimony, became famous, and retired to a beautiful garden world.”

"That child also became a well-dressed dignitary. Until the rebellion came, Bandertal, for a period of time, almost 50 years ago, he cleaned up the local dignitaries, the Feng family was dismissed, the troupe was disbanded, and the nobles The child's family was cleared, and the child died, leaving only those poor people with no home, no troupe, and no support. I had not yet made a fortune, so I could only tell them. "

"I just applied for a good position where I can take revenge on Mr. Bandertal. Follow me. I'm not a high-ranking official yet, but soon, I can climb to a good position."

"Then fifty years passed by in vain, and I stood here with them, serving you, my lord." He bowed gently, as if the stage was ending, and at the same time, the second lieutenant also saw the masterpieces of those masters.

They painted the great armor of the Space Marines, the treasures blessed by the Messiah of Ohm, the power armor that can only be worn by veterans of the service, in a dark color. Although the coating can be easily removed, it is difficult to imagine the interstellar A warrior can endure such...humiliation.

But this is not even more extreme. They put artificial skin on the armored arms and neck, and then filled it just right. They took off the warrior helmet and put on the large helmet of the Imperial Guard and the ugly fat filling.

How to describe it, it's like taking the perfect human body on the wonderful Greek statue and turning it into a fat man, and then replacing the Empire's greatest bolt weapon with a crude large shotgun. The Imperial Skyhawk is pressed against his chest. There are Space Marines and Astartes. There are clearly more than a dozen... Ogryns standing here at the moment!

The second lieutenant rarely wanted to smile since the war began, but at this moment, after seeing Sergeant Eagle of Destruction, the great psychic hero think tank, become... the wise man Ogryn, he couldn't help but smile.

The Chief rubbed his helmet and asked. "What's wrong, everyone?"

Wild Snake said suddenly. "No, no, great warrior Astartes, Ogryns do not speak like this. Now, learn from me."

He adjusted his voice and spoke in thick and weird colloquialisms. "I want cake and shoes for dinner."

Master Chief imitation. "I want cake and shoes for dinner, I." With his body hooked and slightly bent, Gundam's Space Marine had clearly become a stupid troll. The second lieutenant couldn't help but laugh out loud, and this incident also represented the completion of the fraud. A mercenary convoy has been prepared in an orderly manner, and they are about to set off towards the core of the enemy.