Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

On the east floor of Karu City, at the Blue Bay Tavern, the dark light, the smell of alcohol, and the noisy crowd all reminded Alan Bair of his confinement in the hive. Even after he was released, he still remembered that the female staff officer wanted to shoot him. expression.

Although maybe he has too much self-awareness...

John returned to the platoon, and his troops were added to the organization by his own company. After all, there was a need for people, staff, or whether his company could protect the main group of Karoo City, the south gate, or the one-eyed orcs. location.

Alan Bair still doesn't know what happened to Lieutenant Colonel Catachan. Maybe the Catachans have been wiped out?

He watched the staff expertly take out several portions of synthetic foods, granola bars, measurable porridge, disgusting things.

"Same as usual, two please."

The bartender then brought several steaming stews mixed with vegetables, fruits and meat with strange textures, as well as some golden-looking fried rice, or maybe it was real rice.

There were two bottles of locally produced juice, which looked light blue, like blueberry juice or something.

In such a hive world, the boundaries between bars and restaurants are very blurred. After all, people who want to drink can't be on the east floor, and everyone can't just fill their stomachs.

The staff officer picked up a fork and stirred it into the stew. Soon, the red juice, which was originally fluid, rolled up like a solid due to its strength, and finally turned into strands of "noodles". Alan Bayer was stunned when he saw it. It didn't look like food at all. .

He followed the posture of a staff officer and rolled up a roll of "noodles" and put it into his mouth. The sweet, rich, slightly salty, real aroma and food made Alan Bayer feel satisfied after escaping from death. He also brought a spoonful of fried rice to accompany him. , but it's not rice. It's squeaky and soft when you bite it, and it becomes glutinous again. The outer skin and the inside are two different things.

said the staff officer. "Those are insect eggs, the eggs of something like a big dragonfly. They are poisonous, but their eggs are not. I heard that the food of that "dragonfly" is poisonous."

he added. "When I'm stationed in the city, I have to be smart and look around."

Alan Bair wiped the eggs from his cheeks and soon discovered that among the nearby customers there were many Astra Militarum troops, and there were also many officers with higher military ranks than him.

When officers pass by the staff officer, they will raise their legs to greet him. Obviously in the Third Infantry Regiment, the staff officer's connections and popularity are not bad, but that is rare, extremely rare, and different from that of ordinary soldiers. Is it just something messed up behind their heads?

The staff officer stirred the things and tasted them slowly. "The industrial level there is not bad, but everything produced will be handed over to the army, pdf, or the Astra Militarum or something like that."

"If you don't ask for it, you'll be denied the 11% tax. Therefore, industrially synthesized food is rare and expensive. Just asking for a granola bar can be exchanged for a serving of low-quality wine."

"That's wrong. My troops coming from the east will also be stationed outside the city. Remember to have a good relationship with PDF, and he will supervise the battle with you."

"Did you hear that?!" The staff officer suddenly noticed that Alan Bayer was eating happily and taking a sip of juice from time to time. He was completely devoid of his own elegance.

Alan Bayer just nodded, but kept talking. Although no one grabbed him, it was indeed a bit unbearable for him to eat synthetic food for half a month.

After they had finished drinking and eating, they left the tavern and strolled through the streets. The narrow, airy hive-like appearance made Alan Bair feel like he was at home, and there were many people wearing Astra Militarum uniforms. This shows that the war situation is not optimistic. At least in that world, there is still probably a majority of green skins.

The staff officer rubbed his shoulders. "Do I know the number of soldiers currently serving?"

Alan Beyer thought for a while. "Forty thousand people?"

The staff officer shook his head.

Alan Bayer frowned. "Thirty thousand?"

The staff officer replied. "Twenty-seven thousand, plus the previous veterans."

Cold sweat broke out on Alan Bayer's forehead. "Why are there so few? Don't they have a large infantry regiment of over 100,000 people?"

The staff officer said coolly. "Traveling through subspace, 30,000 people disappeared into the east of subspace. In the first battle after landing, 20,000 new recruits died. The follow-up followed one after another, merging, merging, and his company has changed its organization into three batches."

"And I am already a solid veteran, and I survived two battles as a platoon leader. To be honest, it was a tragedy for the empire that soldiers like me left that world because of those pigs at the command level."

Alan Beyer took a deep breath...and suddenly realized that something was good there. How come the battle plan was not handed over by the staff? He asked, "By the way, where is their company commander?"

The staff officer looked at the thick hive walls on the horizon and thought about his words. "I have met the God Emperor."

"Currently, he cannot handle the duties of their company because there are no school-level officers to take command."

"The situation has never been better. In fact, my outpost has been able to hold on for the longest time. Most of the Astra Militarum's informants have been pulled out by the greenskins some time ago."

Alan Beyer couldn't believe it. "Why don't they have any news?"

The staff officer cursed. "The magnetic field in that world was so bad. They were all fighting in secret. Many outposts were destroyed for a long time. They didn't know about it until the greenskin troops were fired upon by PDF's city defense artillery."

"On the other hand, when it comes to green skin infections, a large number of forests cannot be their shelter. Each generation of planetary governors emphasizes that they have eliminated all the beasts, but decades later, a large number of beastmen or beasts from outer space will continue to come. "

"What the Imperial Navy can do is to ensure that the vicinity of Mandeville Point will not be occupied by orcs. What they can do is to ensure that the star port in Karu City still exists. Otherwise, evacuation will be a matter of time."

"The other hives in the world are completely out of contact. No one can tell whether they are overwhelmed by the orcs or whether they are struggling. Orc tribes of all sizes gathered near Karu City. Fighting against each other actually gained them a lot. time."

"The problem of lack of heavy firepower is serious, but if the artillery troops cannot see the enemy clearly because of the forest, the armored troops will get stuck in the mud. The arrival of Catachan has stabilized the front a lot, but they are not flesh and blood after all."

The staff officer looked at Alan Beyer. "My life will be spent there, and the struggle between the orcs and Karu City will last for countless Terran years."

Alan Bair swallowed. "Then...what if there is a boss who can rule all the orc tribes?"

The staff officer looked at Alan Bayer sternly. "I'd better pray to the God-Emperor and pray that that won't happen. If there really are green skins that can rule all the tribes, the entire planet will be submerged in the surviving cities, and a large number of enemies will attack the cities like a tide. I He will become a pitiful lone boat in a sea of ​​green-skinned aliens."

Alan Bair was hesitant. He felt that he had seen an orc with that kind of potential, and he hoped that he might not think too much.

They moved forward along the road and soon came to the thick wall given by the God-Emperor. Complex orbital interceptor cannons were fixed on the top of the hive city, while several timber guns and heavy bolters of the Astra Militarum were mixed in. On the other side, the two beam turrets are even more shining in the east of the sun.

But they are not on the wall, because the wall of the hive city does not have a so-called roof, but on platforms that are like "holes". The platforms have roofs and curvatures. The shooting openings are narrow, like caves, and then the soldiers eat, drink, and eat. Sajyu is in front of you.

The PDFs stationed there are only the Planet Guards or something like that. Alan Bair doesn't understand that anyway.

However, their training and supplies do not rely on the Empire rather than the local nobles, which also makes them have many problems with the Astra Militarum from other worlds.

Their equipment is not very good. There is basically no industrial equipment on the planet. Heavy weapons cannot penetrate the heavily armored logging guns and beam turrets of urban defense projects. And the best heavy weapons in PDF are only quite crudely made. Heavy explosive bombs.

That is not the best thing that the nobles can get from the legs of the wandering merchants, but Alan Bayer will not ignore the combat effectiveness of the PDF. Even if their equipment is simple and their morale is low, they are not the most important defense of the empire. , if they didn't exist, that planet would have long been a playground for the greenskins.

The troops of the Astra Militarum are mixed in the PDF, and they can be commanded almost like field commanders. If the soldiers half a month ago were not good, the current ones are no problem.

And based on that calculation, Alan Bayer's army would have to add a lot of lower-level personnel.

When they boarded the wall, the mechanical elevator creaked, and when they passed by, people were saluting and saluting them. Even though Alan Beyer knew that it was all for the staff, he was still willing to accept that kind of respect.

Walking along the raised platform on the outer wall, small doors formed a room-like place, but this was not a hotel, but an entrance.

The city wall of Gaosong has many protruding defensive platforms. When entering the platform, you can pass through the "hole" for one and two people and the small door that Alan Bair can see.

After passing through, you will find a huge metal platform, a curved ceiling, a narrow shooting opening that contains bunkers that hinder enemy shooting, and several dark beam turrets. Alan Bayer hopes that the machine spirit of the turret is accurate enough. Hopefully its barrel is good enough to shoot.

That cave-like place was their station from the east.

But it’s funny, the most cutting-edge technology of mankind has made people look like cavemen again, and the men and women living in the fourth row of Alan Bair are all mixed together.

In addition to beds, bedding, a few tables and dangling light bulbs, there are basic drinking water facilities and east water pipes for excretion to meet the physiological needs of a full 70 people in the Astra Militarum group.

But to join the military career, you have to put your personal needs aside. They have hung the portrait of the God Emperor on the wall, and the soldiers are already patrolling and inspecting normally.

Defending the city was an unexpectedly comfortable thing. At least it was safer than the outpost. There must have been hundreds of "caves" like the one they were stationed in, one hole every hundred meters, and the staff should also live in them.

When his soldiers saw the staff officer and Alan Bayer returning, the horses saluted.

The brown-haired girl sergeant reported. "Sir, the stationing has been completed."

Kailan also showed his thumbs up and adjusted the heavy explosive shell with his care. The Mechanicus girl lived near the wall because she was not a support staff, so she would come during regular inspections, which made Alan Bair feel a little bit embarrassed. Discord.

The staff officer saw that the soldiers were in good spirits and patted Alan Bayer on the shoulder. "It's up to us to defend there."

Alan Bayer looked out from the shooting port that was tens of meters long. It was narrow, which meant that it was narrow compared to the huge platform, but it was huge when compared to a person.

Outside, the green forest and darkness remained as they always were. The hot and humid wind slapped Alan Bair's face, and he found that there was no gate to the east of his station.

"It's really surprising, and it's not a place I would ask for again."

He murmured to himself that although such a place was dangerous, promotions came quickly. One attack was enough for veterans who came from the East to be promoted like rockets.

There is no doubt that Alan Bayer's platoon should be the best-equipped group among the infantry regiments. After all, almost all the equipment in the outpost has been brought out, so it is natural to receive such heavy attention.

The staff officer walked next to him, his leather shoes making a clicking sound, and then he spoke earnestly.

"Yes, I have become their elite."

"If you need manpower, you can go to pdf. The Planetary Governor agrees with the Astra Militarum ordering them to pay for their labor."

"Then remember, the God-Emperor will always protect me."

Alan Bayer has seen too many situations along the way, so he has to say something quickly. "Staff, thank me, I helped him a lot."

The staff officer rubbed the tip of his nose. "In the words of his idol, the man who misplaces his own soldiers with explosive bombs will never live long."

Alan Bair felt familiar inexplicably. "Do I idol Kane? Advisor Kane of Valhalla!"

The staff officer nodded. "He has a limited edition of the Book of Kane, and it took him a lot of effort!"

"Whether he can be the honor of the empire, a true hero, and a role model for the staff is completely different from a guy like him who is idle, greedy for life and afraid of death. I really hope to see him somewhere in my lifetime."

"Kai~Kai~Fauns~Kane! The~Hero~ of the Empire~"

"Kai~Kai Kai~"

Alan Bayer was a little speechless and even went to stop his boss. "That's enough. He knows that he is great, two meters tall, and his chain sword can cut through power armor. Traitors are ashamed to death when they see him, and demons have to hide their faces and leave when they meet him. But he feels that people actually have flaws. "

"He doesn't think it's good to worship someone so much..."

John comes. "Boss, who can't sleep without looking at the portrait of the God Emperor?"

Alan Bair pushed away his talkative soldier. "Except him."

The staff officer shook his head. "No, no one can lead so many orcs to their harm-seeking part when they are desperate, and then behead them! Except Kane!"

"Kay~kai~kai~" the staff officer continued to hum, but he didn't like that. He would do that when discussing things he liked.

Alan Bayer speechlessly picked up his tactical belt and looked around with the binoculars he always had in stock. After all, it was during working hours and it was not good to catch fish. Maybe they didn't even know that the orc's rumble thing had exploded that day.

Alan Bair looked around, and suddenly noticed the shallow shaking of the bushes in the distance. He became vigilant, raised his gun, and found that several body wounds were quickly drilled out of the bushes. The dying Catachan soldiers .

He has that familiar power glove, he is Lieutenant Colonel Avada!

"Medic! Staff! They're going east! The Catachans are back!"

Kane ~ Fiennes ~ Hero of the Empire ~