Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Bandertal's manor is now protected by thick trenches. The void shield blurs the air and space, emitting a transparent distortion as light as ripples. Heavy vehicle blocking equipment is also set up around it. Large iron pillars made of refined gold are arranged in a staggered manner, so that even Lemanus can be blocked outside.

On one side of the manor's high ground, there are 6 heavy missile launchers with cross-fire ranges, making it almost impossible to rely on heavy vehicles to break into this area.

At the same time, the complex trenches, sandbags, and barbed wire composed of twisted trench lines and concave fire points have become a nightmare for infantry to break into. Several heavy logging guns and a large number of guards maintain defense density and defense firepower at intervals of 10 meters.

In this place protected by layers of defense arrays and huge regional void shield arrays, being one of the countless guards is probably a matter of extreme security.

What Imperial Guards and invaders? These things have no real meaning to those ordinary soldiers. For them, the only value of being stationed here is that each person can get 60 more credit points every day, and can eat all-natural food instead of starch blocks and nutrient solution.

Even if their meals are just stewed vegetable soup and white bread that has been left for a while, and leftovers "given" by various noble lords, in this way, they are more like dogs than soldiers.

The officer is checking the queue at this moment. This is a reinforced squad of about 60 people. There are several logging guns, a heavy automatic weapon, and laser guns that everyone has. However, the laser guns are not theirs. They must be returned to the lord after the battle. However, for this group of PDFs, it is an honor to touch this supreme creation of mankind, not to mention training and shooting.

They think they are lucky. They don't need to work, nor do they need to risk their lives anywhere. Just because their fathers and mothers are PDFs, they have inherited those honors and responsibilities, and they can enjoy better physiques than others, and have the great right called violence, becoming part of violence.

Everything was fine until an arrow broke through the void shield. It was more primitive than most people imagined. It was just a piece of iron with tail feathers, and the tail feathers were even made of plastic. But such a primitive object was inserted into the head of the arrogant noble officer.

It was hard to imagine that the void shield, which could not be destroyed by bullets, lasers, explosive shells, or even heavy cannons or earth-shaking cannons, was broken by such a primitive and crude thing. It was just because the threshold of the void shield had not reached the level that needed defense at a low speed.

In an instant, the man fell straight down, as if the soul had left the body and the machine was cut off from power. Before most soldiers could figure out the situation, a few red spots crawled out of the darkness.

The bronze thick arms grasped the throats of those soldiers and cut off their necks in just a few seconds. Death came to this place like a convention. Under the cover of night, the outer position of the void shield fell.

The Catachan Sergeant wiped the longbow in his hand. The soldiers on the three high watchtowers next to the position were killed in one blow, and the trench was completely destroyed. He made hand language and ordered the next step at the same time.

[Move forward, destroy the anti-armor missile launcher, and then light the flare to notify the attack. ]

They fought in an orderly manner, relying on the night and the poor vision formed by the layers of trenches, and moved forward with beautiful tactical movements. At the same time, they got a great credit for this battle, a simple longbow.

The Sergeant was not a bow and arrow expert. He spent some time getting used to this weapon, but throwing and aiming were Catachan's tricks. Although he was not used to it, he could draw inferences from one instance to another. As a warrior, he had a very strong psychological ability and weapon operation ability.

So far, a crazy but reasonable plan was based on a few nylon ropes with good toughness and composite materials. It can be bent. The bracket originally used to build a waterproof platform has now become a weapon to kill the enemy. The steel shell and plastic of the shaved bullets are formed in the skillful hands of the Catachan soldiers.

Silent and able to penetrate the void shield, such a fantastic idea can also become a sharp weapon. After completely occupying this area, smelling the blood of his fellow human beings, the sergeant once again pulled the bowstring.

The tight weapon can no longer be used too many times. His arm strength is not suitable for this weapon. If he faces such a battlefield in the future, he will consider looking for professional people in the wild world or feudal world to make it, but now...

Swish, the sharp arrow followed the sergeant's firing forward, and the snapping bowstring suddenly broke, but it did not affect the trajectory of the arrow feathers shot out. After cutting through the air, it accurately inserted into the head of an officer behind.

The leaderless army instantly became chaotic. Catachan picked up his weapon, quickly crossed the trench, and repeated the same trick to capture this stronghold in a few minutes.

At the same time, the sentry tower here can already see the heavy defense equipment on the right. Most of them are installed on the protruding fortress walls of the manor, reinforced with fine gold, revealing only narrow shooting holes, but this is not a problem.

The sergeant climbed up the sentry tower with a few good shooters, and then used sign language to assign each person's shooting targets. Their weapons were not explosive guns, but large plasma guns.

As the sergeant made the famous hand gesture, the soldiers slowly counted down in their hearts, 1, 2, 3!

The projectile was fired, and the heat and plasma streaked across the sky, looking like four flashing meteors. But the shooting was not just once, but continuous, one after another, and one after another, until the blue plasma gun emerged. The heat dissipation system reaches its limit due to the thick smoke.

At the same time, the firing hole at the shooting point was completely melted by the plasma, and the fortifications and missile launchers made of fine gold were also completely paralyzed. Those things were heated, solidified, and mixed together by the plasma. The entire high platform was completely paralyzed and turned into a Block the walls.

But this didn't last long, as the enemy only needed a few digging devices to reopen the firing holes, which was enough to paralyze them for dozens of minutes while the Catachans quickly climbed down the tower because they needed to retreat.

The enemy has noticed their presence and keeps firing. The master sergeant throws a flaming flare, and the dazzling red light falls on their position, hindering the enemy's shooting. The coquettish light and the constantly emerging heat and red mist, the officers and soldiers Shouting to eat the Catachans alive.

Just in the chaos, accidental injuries, accidental deaths, confusion, and fear, this rabble lost dozens of people and destroyed their formation. After the signal flare went out, the commander realized something was wrong, and he immediately picked up the Communicator.

"The enemy attacked, they destroyed the anti-tank missile, wait? No reserve equipment?" He cursed, taking out all his vocabulary storage in his life. Fortunately, he still had those vehicle barriers to help them defend, and at the same time Anti-tank grenades also meet his needs, but are a bit of a waste of soldiers.

He was not pessimistic, but next, he heard the sound of the engine, and the panic crawled out of his heart, a panic that he was not even aware of.

It was fear, restlessness, and confusion, something he only felt when he was a young soldier. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he spoke immediately. "Anti-tank squad moves forward, the enemy is approaching!"

But just as he finished speaking, a long-edged knife was inserted into his chest. He was completely unaware of anyone approaching. At this moment, he regretted walking out of the command room, but his body was losing heat and his blood fell to the ground.

Chief Catachan's thick arms held his mouth, preventing him from speaking. The old officer was as powerless as a child in front of him, a situation that most of the soldiers, even his orderlies and personal guards, had not yet realized. Next, he died.

Then two melta bombs suddenly rolled down from the battle line. The car brakes made of fine gold broke instantly after the bursting flash and suffocating heat. At the same time, the lights of the three Land Raiders lit up, shining directly on the reflections. on the helpless members of the tank crew.

As a team, none of them had anti-tank missiles. They only used cluster grenades, which were strapped to their waists. Their weapons were only basic automatic guns. They could be said to be outcasts. They looked at the approach of the Imperial Guard with fear.

When the twin explosive bombs were fired, those poor people were instantly turned into minced meat, and more enemies gathered were killed by the soldiers of the Imperial Guard moving forward. This time, the intact infantry and tanks were working together to quickly encroach on the position. Those nightmare-like things were surrounding the heads of the guards.

Morale collapsed, officers died, and the lack of command turned this place into a one-sided massacre. Under the spray of explosive beams and heavy bolters from the Land Raiders, the blood at the gate of the manor gathered enough to become a river, and the supporting soldiers in other areas saw The sight was so frightening that I couldn't move.

In just half an hour, the heavy vehicle crashed open the huge gate of the manor. The servants of Bandertal panicked. The interior of this beautiful manor was filled with flowers and plants as if it were on Terra, and wars with the outside were constantly raging. The flames and death became a sharp contrast.

The blood drained out of the entire sector is here, becoming part of the man's pastime. The ensign's military shoes stepped onto the soft lawn, and his nose breathed in the fresh air. The artificial moonlight was as comfortable and gentle as the real thing. The cool breeze blows here.

But the second lieutenant has no mercy. He wants the soldiers to uproot the things here. He wants the soldiers to use equipment to open the heavy and beautiful door. He wants his soldiers to find Bandertal, find the villain, and settle the day with him. suffering and death, as well as the mistakes and madness caused by his greed.

Under the joint investigation of Catachan and the stormtroopers, the manor was turned upside down in just two hours, while other soldiers rested and sorted out their belongings.

The attack was very easy, and even went too smoothly. In the magnificent hall of Bandertal, the second lieutenant looked at the exaggerated long table of the wandering businessman, and at the same time, the communication team also connected to the communication system of the entire fortress.

He cleared his throat and spoke, and the radio system that was still working for everyone in the hive began to sound. "I am the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard. We have taken control of Bandertal's palace and completely dominate the upper nest. At this time, I unilaterally declare that your resistance is no longer effective."

"At the same time, I will activate the highest priority Meditator Array and shut down the void defense system of this fortress. Your resistance is over, and the local PDF will be forced to go to the military court to be tried based on your experience."

"Heretics and illegal psykers will be liquidated, and Imperial citizens will be assigned places based on their resume."

"Those who surrender will be given a lighter sentence. The Emperor's light has shone in this place again. Bandertal's era has passed, and now the Empire has become the master of Engili Wandering Port again!" He put down the communicator, and the entire hive was boiling. The criminal nobles scrambled to flee, and the pdf officers began to kill each other.

Will there be peace and stability when the empire comes? No, it will only become more chaotic at this moment. The second lieutenant is just trying to reduce the enemy's fighting spirit. If his speech can make it easier for the empire to dominate this place, even if dozens, hundreds, or tens of thousands of ordinary people will die because of it, what about those guys? The Empire's elite soldiers are worthless!

Chaos arose as expected, and Sergeant Catachan returned to the hall and spoke. "Bandertal is dead. He was murdered. He was lying in the underground secret passage and has been dead for almost two hours."

The second lieutenant smiled wryly as expected. "It's a pity that I didn't execute him myself."

At this point, the battle came to a successful conclusion, except that the presence of the Eagle of Destruction was missing in this battle. Those supermen only left behind their servants and vehicles. Instead, their goal was to press the statue and return to the transport plane to ensure the empire's control as quickly as possible. That demonic creation.

There was nothing wrong with this plan. It was very accurate. It was just that they didn't expect that the real test had just come.

While the ensign and Catachan were chatting with the officers about how to strengthen the upper defenses, a report came from the communicator that an unknown force was attacking the manor area. This information was sent by the attracting forces on the outside, that is, those death squads. Their The work was ineffective, but now he became the eyes and ears of the Imperial Guard. It was an unexpected surprise.

The ensign spoke. "Retreat to nearby residential areas for cover while continuing to observe the enemy."

he asked the chief of staff again. "How long until we can get supplies?"

the chief of staff replied. "The star port is currently not under our control. It will take three days to open the entire transportation road."

The second lieutenant was not surprised at this moment. He had known his fate long ago, but now the soldiers were tired and there were not many resources. He looked at the radio with mixed feelings in his heart.

Then a squeaking sound appeared. "This is the first company of the special advance team. We have seen the details of the enemy. They are a mixed mechanized force composed of light vehicles, and they..."

"There are strange runes on the body?"

His voice suddenly became urgent after he finished speaking. "Damn, they found us, report, report! They have unknown detection methods, and our anti-orbiter coating is useless!"

Bang bang bang, rapid firing cut off the communication, the officers looked gloomy, and the ensign spoke. "They probably died, but their departure is not without value. We now have about two hours to arrange, fill the gaps, and arrange soldiers. Now, for the sake of the Emperor, we cannot abandon this place."

"We can't give up all our efforts. For the sake of our brothers and sisters who sacrificed their lives, we have to persevere even if the entire army is wiped out in three days!"