Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

This long-standing farce between the Emperor and the Lord of Change is also slightly reflected in the High Heavens. The great achievements of the Imperial Guard and the successes seen so far are unquestionable. The sacrifice and sacrifice of souls will achieve for mankind in the following thousands of years. All chips can contribute to the plans of the Emperor, the cold star, that are too vast for mortals to predict.

It’s just that greed is not only held by the enemy in front of you. Even if you are both part of the evil, there will be endless disputes with just different ideas. Now the weak ones have found an opportunity. On the brass throne in the sky, the gods The eldest brother has already spotted the opportunity.

As the night gradually solidified, in the moonlight emitted under the artificial curtains and the flickering of the lumen towers, shadows loomed in the distant residential areas. They were all hidden experts, natural hunters, and their sensitive five senses and psychic abilities allowed them to predict Can recognize the enemy's line of sight.

Even the powerful elites of the empire in the trenches can taste the traces of the enemy's arrival. In those inconspicuous footsteps and vague flickers, in the shadows, there is also the premonition that has accompanied the veterans to this day. .

Several front-line companies had their weapons ready, and the enemies did not attack like a pack of wolves. The Imperial Guard was in the final stage of the stimulant effect. In a few hours, they would fall into vengeful exhaustion and destroy the heroes at the same time. The eagle is not here.

The manor is not actually a defense device. Although its structure is designed to be attacked, the only one layer of weapons and equipment system with weak defense and the weapons depot that was emptied early have made the defense even more difficult.

Those trenches dug with heavy equipment and the sad bodies of the dead PDF became the last line of defense.

Death, sacrifice, pain, and torture are all clear in this gray millennium. The soldiers are drowsy and their physical strength is dissipating. The large amounts of stimulants and caffeine intake are also destroying their spirits and bodies. No matter whether they are soldiers It's the same thing with commanders.

When the second stimulant stick was inserted into the second lieutenant's shoulder, those things followed the blood of the metal needle and entered. The muscles swelled instantly, and then in a few short and quick cycles, the body flowed in about a few seconds. The heart, muscles, blood vessels and brain were all affected. Influence.

In this final day of human civilization, stimulants are almost abused. Whether it is an Imperial Guard, a traitor, a Space Marine or a Battle Sister, it is necessary to maintain combat effectiveness at the last moment of the battle. Compared with victory, flesh and blood The value of the body is not great.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, his sleepiness and fatigue swept away, and his eyes became bright and sharp. The other officers were in a similar state, but it seemed that the enemy could still besiege them, but not besiege them.

Physical strength is being depleted, reserves and supplies are gradually running short in the battle, and the isolated Imperial Guard is dealing with the vicious minions of the gods. This farce has been staged countless times within the empire, just like most of it.

The Imperial Guard is at an absolute disadvantage, like dying prey, but this situation is awakening the memories of those veterans who were once surrounded by endless orcs.

If a person joins the army and goes off to war, no matter how many wars he participates in, he will probably never forget why he fired the first gun. And most of the soldiers here are doing it to survive the siege.

At this point, consistent with that day, invisible forces were supporting them to witness fear and resist the invasion. Even though the sharp and terrifying aura was surrounded by death-like fear, the Imperial Guard chose crazy actions that ordinary people could not imagine.

That is, except for officers who use stimulants to maintain combat effectiveness, lower-level soldiers rest in batches. For those who are awake, the feeling that stimulants are almost tearing the myocardium is unbearable, while those who are asleep have to bear greater psychological pressure. .

Maybe sleep will bring death, and you can't sleep peacefully with that kind of uneasiness and fear of death, not to mention lying on the ground like a corpse in a trench filled with corpses and bullet casings in a posture that is unacceptable to normal people.

This is the terrifying psychological quality of the elite Imperial Guardsmen that is helping them slowly regain their combat effectiveness. However, behind this is the extremely weak strength of the guards and the unspeakable sense of trust in their comrades.

Some people covered their faces with helmets, some were lying under the tracks of armored vehicles, and some were leaning on the bodies of their dead brothers. At night, there was rare silence at this moment.

Only a few elite and reconnaissance troops and officers forced themselves to remain vigilant all the time. It was not until four precious hours later, at about five o'clock in the morning, that a tiny red dot appeared on the auspicious device, and at the same time, Kata on the front line Chang's troops also discovered figures flickering in private houses in the complex street fighting area outside.

The Master Chief stopped his brother. They were crawling among the ruins affected by the aftermath of the war. Most of the residents here were servants who maintained this huge residential area. Most of the time, there were only the elderly and children in the houses. Now in the war In the hustle and bustle, those poor and weak people went to hidden areas to take shelter.

The Catachan sergeant was observing the situation at the moment. He probably knew that there was an enemy on the opposite street. He turned on the radio, reported the enemy coordinates to the Letling boy, requested sniper cover, and at the same time led a company of about 20 Catachan elites. The regiment advances.

They moved forward relying on the ruins and rubble. Such high-risk missions were almost routine for them. The effect of using stimulants to strengthen the body was still rich, but even so, Catachan still didn't understand why the enemy didn't take advantage of it. Attack the Imperial Guard, but wait for them to rest and fortify their defenses.

And they were as quiet, scary, and silent as the forest warriors who had taught them. They were clearly stepping on the ground made of fine gold, but they were as quiet as stepping on the concrete ground.

They loaded their close-range shotguns, arranged the Catachan blades at their waists, and like a sharp blade that could be unsheathed at any time, they crossed a city block in less than five minutes and completed the task at the same time. For the reconnaissance of several high-risk points.

The Chief spoke into the radio. "Aiming in the direction of three o'clock, eight o'clock, five o'clock, the high water tower, the abandoned balcony, and the heavy vehicle on the right." After the words were finished, three silent heavy sniper carbine shots easily tore open the interior of the warning point. of enemies.

But after two muffled sounds, the Master Chief realized that one person was missing. He picked up his binoculars and looked around, and in an instant he locked onto the enemy on the balcony on the right.

"Missed?" he asked over the radio, and at the same time he raised his explosive beam, melting the stupid enemy's bunker together with his body in an instant.

The radio answered now. "He dodged. He couldn't believe it. As if he felt my sniper attack, he suddenly carried out tactical cover. It seems that the information provided by the Eagle of Destruction was correct." The words of the boy Letling became more and more timid, but with such a tone It was his signature, the natural style of Skaven, and Master Chief Catachan was used to it.

It was only his warning that followed that made those soldiers have to be vigilant. "At three o'clock, a company of about 50 people is approaching you! At the same time, they also have a heavy armored vehicle, which has been modified a bit. I can't tell the specific model."

"What, fifty people?" Master Chief Catachan complained, because according to intelligence, a squad of only a few hundred people could trap and kill an entire 10-man team of Space Marines with their strong fighting will and spirit of sacrifice, and they were at this moment It's equivalent to facing a full four-person Space Marine tactical team.

"I'm afraid the enemy has reported that this is a reconnaissance team. Based on the direction they came from, I can judge that the enemy's stronghold is in the southwest, about two kilometers away." The boy Letling calmly analyzed the situation.

"Very good, that's enough. How long do we have until we reach the enemy?" the Master Chief asked.

"According to the current situation, five minutes at most." Kid Lytlin replied.

"That's enough." The Sergeant Major nodded, and at the same time directed the brothers forward with sign language. They were hidden in the ruins, almost becoming one with those things. At the same time, Sergeant Catachan brought a few soldiers to use their hands and feet together, just like in the ruins. As if in the forest, he quickly climbed up to the reconnaissance point that had been sniped away and crawled on it.

This process was as fast as possible, but the sound of the war engine also came as expected. Fortunately, the Catachans were experienced enough to hide themselves in a short period of time, thus confusing the enemy to a certain extent and making them unaware of the Imperial Guard. It's not about leaving.

The Master Chief and the Catachan soldiers were quietly lying on the balcony of the abandoned house. They looked outside through the bullet holes on the high platform. It didn't matter even if there were carbonized corpses next to their bodies.

The buzzing sound of the engine and the stepping of military boots soon followed, and several guns were aimed everywhere. At the same time, the rune warriors began to send people to recover the dead brothers at the investigation point.

"The time has come!" The Master Chief suddenly got up, jumped out like a lion, and led several brothers to leave the heights at the same time, preparing to insert the blade into the chest of the climbing Rune Warrior, but those monsters were actually on the lightning. In the flash of thunder, he avoided the deadly blade in an instant.

Fortunately, their right hands were explosive shotguns. In a short gap, the guns opened fire, instantly tearing open the bodies of those poor people. The dirty blood stained with psychic energy wetted the upper bodies of the naked forest warriors. Under the bright artificial moonlight, it looked like the devil had come to earth.

At this moment, the Master Chief realized the weakness of those freaks, that is, they could not surpass their personal mobility. They did not have the superhuman bodies of Space Marines. As long as they were attacked twice unexpectedly, they would not be able to completely dodge. Instead, they would know the pain of death. died in.

He saw the eyes of the enemy being torn apart by his projectiles. Such a monster would be afraid. It was much weaker than the ghost of an orc!

At this moment, he must bring this information to the ordinary people of the Imperial Guard, because the Astartes were the ones fighting before. Even if those supermen know that those people can predict their actions, they can easily tear apart this group of existences that are still mortals, but mortals For them, it seems difficult and helpless.

As long as this information is given to command, through crossfire and the Imperial Guard outnumbering the Rune Freaks, they can achieve victory.

At this point, he performed a tactical roll, landed at an extremely fast speed, and used his flesh and blood body as a buffer. At the same time, he landed outside the heavy armored vehicle surrounded by enemies. He recognized this vehicle as a severely modified Chimera. An armored vehicle, but at this moment, compared to the ordinary chassis, this behemoth looks more wild.

He picked up his melt gun and shot the driver in the cab, melting the door at the same time. The seat and steering wheel were almost completely rotten. However, he endured the high temperature that had not yet cooled down and sat in it, and his flesh made a sizzling sound. , then quickly stepped on the already twisted accelerator, holding the steering wheel like pieces in a strange posture.

By the Emperor's blessing, this shabby engine started normally, and although the steering wheel was insensitive, it could still turn. He let out a long and bright whistle, and in the dark night, the hidden Catachans immediately got up and headed toward those The enemy fired.

In the chaos and death, the Catachan sergeant used a shotgun to watch the entrance. The soldiers who followed him controlled the entire area and clung to the car body. The sergeant stepped on the accelerator and the engine hit the enemies in front. Those people barely avoided it. At the same time, the Catachans who attacked the enemy were also running. Under the cover and fire of the Letlings, they climbed onto the outer edge of the armored vehicle one after another at the critical moment.

This behemoth stumbled away from the city at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the Master Chief discovered that the space inside the armored vehicle contained the enemy's strategic map and radio system. This extensively modified vehicle body was a temporary command vehicle just like the second lieutenant's vehicle.

It's just that the enemy's command system is more loose and multi-segmented. It seems to be aimed at one company and one command. It has a considerable level of individual soldier ability and can perform tactical actions that are difficult for soldiers in a large force like the Imperial Guard.

They are more like degraded Space Marines than optimized Imperial Guards. From this point of view, the enemies they face next will attack with methods beyond their expectations in peacetime wars.

The Chief now pulled down the tactical chart and turned on the radio. "Thanks for the cover, brother."

replied the Lytling boy. "A beautiful breakout. Without your resolute actions, my marksmanship would be useless. Also, the enemies are gathering now. I see them appearing in large numbers in strange locations."

"Sorry, I have to evacuate, but it looks like they may want to attack. I guess this reconnaissance may have stimulated them?"

the Master Chief replied. "Absolutely." And he looked at the strategic map, which contained the enemy's guesses about the deployment of the Imperial Guard. Surprisingly, the accuracy was very high. Given their strong individual capabilities, he was not surprised.

And he was glad that he had found this thing, because now they could change the array based on the information in it, so that the opponent could be unexpectedly and fatally attacked. The only problem was how to make a tactical plan in such a short time...

However, he believed in his comrades as much as they believed in him!