Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

After six standard Terra hours of fighting in the void, to be precise, the T-shaped successfully inserted into the heart of the enemy. However, the pirates were stronger than the Imperial Guard expected. Even dozens of long-range bombardments could not stop them as much as possible. Inflicting a blow to its core combat effectiveness at a very fast speed.

The Empire knew nothing about those greedy monsters and had no understanding of those traitorous compatriots, which caused hesitation in the battle. A large number of close combat destroyers and light cruisers that broke into the enemy ship array were quickly pulled out and destroyed. At the same time, the Imperial Navy Soon I realized that the enemy's ship array was as terrifying as a black hole, with no return.

The tactics originally intended to reduce the burden on the Imperial Navy showed counterproductive effects, but most people still admitted that there was nothing wrong with this idea. As many battleships moved forward without hesitation, the Imperial Navy probably also figured out the area where the enemy's command ship was located.

It was an inverted triangle in the middle of the fleet, but the super-high combat effectiveness of the Space Marine barges also made it an information black hole. They were good at quickly attacking energy equipment or signal transmitters, and their warships probably had information shielding equipment, allowing the Imperial Navy to Unable to locate the enemy.

They are not powerless guys, but most of the empire's battles take place on the ground. In addition, the overwhelming numerical advantage and control of the imperial warships in peacetime are no longer available. The traitors also know them thoroughly. The Emperor of the Volcano Cannon The opportunity for gifting therefore becomes all the more important.

The only thing that can tear through the current black hole is the volcano cannon, and there may only be one chance. At the same time, the intimidating power of the volcano cannon can also make the enemy hesitate, giving them precious time to repair.

At this point, the senior admiral of the navy and his staff, that is, the fat-headed nobles of the empire, and the biggest heroes of the empire in maintaining the border area. This complex group with two attributes at the same time, gathered together on such a large scale for the first time to think. War and symmetry.

Because the size of the Imperial battleship is huge, one cruiser is equivalent to the manpower of the entire Imperial Guard battle group, and it also has the ability to destroy most of the alien civilizations that have not yet set foot in the star system.

It is also a powerful force that can completely destroy the entire standard world without planetary defense. Power is power, power is blood, and blood is honor. Those surplus and complicated things make up this huge vested interest group, and also form the void of the empire. The most powerful force in the world.

The effective commanders of the Imperial battleships whose actions can determine hundreds of millions of lives gathered together. Although they were nominally ordered by the Supreme Commander of the Star Territory, on the frontline battlefield, they were gods to ordinary people.

The Imperial Navy's current limited number of battleships or heavy cruisers means that there are only six admirals gathered here, but even so, any one of the six here is usually enough to completely flatten several worlds.

But now, silence and helplessness are emerging among those individuals with powers comparable to supermen. They all know that the current news is not very good, that is, the enemy's combat power is strong, and the volcanic cannon they rely on and believe in cannot be fired to kill the enemy. current situation.

When one of the older admirals dragged his black skin and dark gold luxurious military uniforms, and used himself to represent the lower-level astronauts who constantly maintained the huge void ship on the deck and the naval officers who were constantly commanding at the grassroots level, he spoke rhetorically of opening.

"I have served in the empire for 120 years. From the first time I stepped into the battleship, I was aware of the current difficulties of the empire. I thought Lord Alan Bair would be the breakthrough, but his performance made me , speechless.”

"Now, our soldiers are dying all the time, but he did not use the powerful volcano cannon to kill the heretics for a long time because of the so-called risk of loss and tactical significance. In the end, we should not have believed in this crude and crude thing in the first place. There is no large-scale equipment that has been tested in war, but I was blinded by its power for a moment! "

He seemed excited and angry, but rather than complaining about Alan Bayer, he wanted to rely on such words to win the recognition and trust of others and gain more rights. However, the naval generals here are all mature. , who have experienced noble struggles and countless military wars since childhood, this method of inspiring people is naturally ineffective for them.

However, his harsh words also pointed out the biggest difficulty at present, which is the inability to effectively kill the enemy's physical strength. Even if close combat is used, it will be resolved by the enemy, leaving the empire completely passive.

Seeing that the others were silent, the older noble navy also realized that his words had no effect, but he did attract attention, the attention of the senior admiral.

The powerful old officer spoke. "West, your Emperor-class battleship is equipped with the handle of that interceptor squadron. My pilots think highly of those brave soldiers under your command."

Old West turned around in his head and quickly recalled the guys who made him praised and earned tens of thousands of throne coins. He still remembered those people, but that was all.

"What's up with those, oh, Fury Interceptors, those loyal ones, Admiral, can my lousy soldiers help you?"

"That's right." The senior general said. "My bomber fleet is too slow. Even if it doesn't carry bombs, it can barely reach the bottom line of evading close-in defense artillery. But with the excellent Fury crew, I believe they can. To be precise, during this time, I asked the Mechanical Sage to customize A special missile."

"This bomb can be embedded in the outside of the ship, and its speed will not trigger the void shield at all. It can also maintain the encrypted signal for more than ten hours. The enemy is the command ship after all. Even if there is signal shielding, it cannot be maintained all the time, otherwise the array will be chaotic."

Old Admiral Chester understood it immediately. "But my soldiers will never come back."

"One hundred thousand throne coins and one of my private estates are enough to buy a small Fury-class aircraft, right?" The senior admiral knew what this person was thinking, and he also paid as promised.

"Enough, enough, in addition to buying fighters and training other soldiers, the rest of the money will be subsidized to the soldiers who have committed suicide so far. Thank you for your generosity." Old Chester seemed greedy and stupid, but it was also this nature that made him rich, that is, he regarded other people's lives as nothing, and at the same time, this character also led to his wealth.

Unkindness and injustice, coupled with the convenience provided by his family, this person has reached his current position, relying not on war and victory, but also on the luck of countless imperial heroes buried in his bones, and this cruel and dark sad world.

It was this wealthy and powerful ancient Terra noble family. He had already been favored by the Emperor. The bravery and success of countless generations of his ancestors had paved the way for him. Now he only had to pay the cheap lives of those poor people who were fascinated by their reputation.

In the hangar of the Empire's Emperor-class battleship, the super-high-pressure suit was put on again by the captain of the interceptor column. The battle-hardened pilot emphasized again and again to the priest who was debugging in front of him. "Don't miss the temperature control system and the oxygen supply system!"

The priest said. "According to calculations, high-pressure oxygen will be input into your body through the spinal connection port. The external oxygen supply system is only designed for tactical needs that may require additional personnel, and the super-high-pressure suit's warmth system and the heat of the plasma engine can also be kept at a safe level for the body."

"Therefore, the debugging of those devices is the lowest sequence."

"Shut up! Do you know how uncomfortable it is to not be able to breathe? Do you know how it feels to be unable to move your fingers when it's cold?" The captain cursed, and at the same time entered the fighter to test the new system. If it weren't for the loyalty of this old partner's machine soul, they would have died in the void last time, and the priest of the Mechanicus disappointed him again and again.

But this time it was different. After complaining, the priest took the initiative to turn on the life support equipment and began to debug. At the same time, the air chamber that emitted turbid air suddenly became fresh and comfortable.

"What is this, unrecycled air?" The captain was a little surprised.

"According to calculations, this may be your last attack, and your sacrifice can increase the empire's chance of victory by 0.6666, so the use of special air is approved." The priest replied without emotion.

"Do you think my brothers and I will die?" The captain said jokingly. The priest did not answer, only the sound of the third hand cutting the old metal pipe and welding in the air.

The captain now looked at this hangar full of oil and memories. It was once full and bustling, but in the long war career, from the troops that could only deal with pirates, to the Pangea counterattack, to the Bandertal crusade, to the current Red Pirate War, he has experienced too much.

What hurt him the most was not the battles, but the fact that he was blessed by the Emperor to survive again and again, and his comrades left again and again, from the compatriots who attacked the fortress together at the beginning to the recruits who disappeared in the void some time ago. That kind of pain was enough to tear open his soul and analyze what was inside him.

That is, pain and loneliness, as well as the suffering brought by the repeated losses in the long war. He was almost suffocated. If he really died this time, like the many soldiers and brothers who gave their all for the Empire, it would actually be good.

And he has never had children or lovers. His family has long been shattered in the invasion of the Red Pirates. Now he has become a skeleton in the war, and his crew members are in much the same situation. The Red Pirates have left too much pain for this star region, too much.

Now he is satisfied with revenge, not to mention that he can decide the direction of the war now, because the reality is like this. The personal influence on the war is only this. He is not sure if he can bear such a responsibility, but he also understands that if no one does this, there will be no chance again.

No matter how his thoughts spread, they still had to be put away in the end. When the gunner and the observer came, he looked at his well-equipped comrades, and the two soldiers also spoke. "Emperor, the captain dressed quickly. I thought I could get to the driver's cabin first this time. Damn it." Then the gunner suddenly took out 20 scattered credit points and handed them to the observer. The observer took the money with a smile, and the captain said jokingly. "Damn it, you are still playing this, don't you know? We have allocated personal funds for this mission. If we can come back, we can get 3,000 throne coins, which is 1,000 per person. We can buy an apartment for ordinary citizens in the upper layer and no longer need to enjoy those recycled water and disgusting second-hand air." This is definitely a huge sum of money. One throne coin is enough to exchange for the living expenses of the residents of the middle nest in the normal world of the empire for half a year to a year. If he works in a good position in the factory, he can only get five or six throne coins a year, so many people can't save a hundred golden supreme currencies in their entire lives. However, they also use the credit points used by the local planetary governor throughout their lives, or barter for goods. Such exchanges are more for people in technologically advanced worlds, or who frequently travel around the empire, such as this group of lovable and pathetic soldiers.

The high price of three thousand instantly attracted the two soldiers on the crew. They subconsciously began to think about the days when they would become the upper echelons of the hive city. However, if they could retire from the long service week, this alone would be enough for them to get a normal salary in the empire. It is not impossible for a person to be in a position that is beyond the reach of others and be granted the title of nobility according to their great achievements.

But those are all things that cannot be seen at present. Nobles without heirs are nothing. Now they are still working hard for everything in the empire, but they have to admit that their captain, the Imperial Admiral, is alone. He ate most of the three thousand unexpected money, which was more than ninety thousand, which is equivalent to a palace in the best location of the hive city, or a small void armed transport ship.

And they still need to thank this Lord for his magnanimity. After all, with their "little ability", they will never see the throne coin in this life? Even if they have made great contributions to the empire, they are just a spending machine for the lords and nobles. , it’s just part of the countless calculations of paying money in exchange for victory.

It’s just that they are also the most crucial, the most incalculable, the most likely, and the most powerful part. The remaining humanity of mankind, including anger and disgust, sacrifice and praise, loyalty or bravery, are all in those poor grassroots On the soldiers.

When the plasma engine started again, a flashing comet flew out from the outside of the huge, nearly eight-kilometer-long battleship. For a distance of hundreds or thousands of kilometers, those giant battleships continued to spit out the Emperor's twinkling light.

From the captain's perspective, the entire dark void at this moment is like stars, twinkling, gorgeous, and beautiful. However, there are no stars in this universe, and the light of other stars depends on the reflection of stars, so those stars are not so-called stars.

Instead, they are human creations flying one by one. The dim ones are the light spears that have missed a few light-years away. The brighter ones are the cannonballs that have not yet hit the enemy. The most shining ones are the burning ships and this piece of land. The burning galaxy.