Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Due to the great contribution of pdf officer Kenny, the place of his honor, the Imperial Hive World where he once served, and the Imperial Spaceport Enjili Spaceport and countless heavy doors connecting the hive areas, the ancient creation has a new name, Cairn Roman, the local Low Gothic dialect, means a brave and dedicated person.

Now his adjutant has become the master of this place. Compared with his previous rule, there are new soldiers in the new order. Different from the people who once charged into hell and survived, seven new soldier eggs were taken to the transport truck. From this borderland.

The old promethium car emits an unpleasant smell, the engine shakes and in this narrow place, the recruit Norden Nord is feeling the feeling that his thighs cannot move. At the same time, the shake of the engine makes him drowsy, and his comrades swallow energy. Great disturbing sound.

He is the child of an ordinary Zhongchao worker. Now he has joined the pdf Third Army and been assigned to the border defense regiment. He believes that this is an honorary responsibility, and those who have recently joined the border defense regiment can outperform others every month. To get 300 more credits, he knew that the money was not for nothing.

Something is threatening the hive city, but it has nothing to do with him. Three hundred credits are enough for the hive workers to work for two months!

He would not let it go, so far he had filled out the form, but his Low Gothic was so bad that his name became Nohan Nord, and he could only pray to the Emperor that this matter would not affect his Pensions are awarded.

Even so, he believed in himself. He never spent too much and didn't like to gamble. After 25 years of regular service, he could buy a small apartment in Shangchao and open his own bakery. , providing a job with enough dignity and satisfaction for the lover he agreed to in his hometown.

But now, he stuck the dog tags in his clothes, feeling the coldness of the metal pieces and the ill-fitting pdf uniform, enduring the squeeze of his comrades and the pungent smell of inferior energy bars.

Then, the car stopped, and people were like sardine cans. Hundreds of supplementary recruit companies carrying hundreds of combat teams were brought here after months of training, but he noticed his clothing and other people. Different, obviously a degree browner than other alliances, but he didn't think too much about it.

Because they came here only because after the imperial war lord captured this area, although people's living conditions have improved, most people still cannot afford the money they need to live. They can join the battlefield as a pdf and receive three Throne coins, a huge amount of three thousand credit points in total, and you can receive 300 points a month for future service, and 600 points for border guards.

At this point, he can send the money back home, and at the same time, he can save a mouthful of food for his family, reduce the water tax, and there will be no waste caused by him.

And he was suddenly pulled out of those memories. He was standing in the queue, and his sergeant in charge was looking at him, sternly. He could see the little stubble on the veteran's chin, and the dark hair on his neck. of scars.

he shouted. "I'm not standing here to pay the dead! You are in a daze, recruit. If you were on the battlefield, you would be dead!"

Nord couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "This is not a battlefield, or he is not that careless, but that sentence, he will not give money to the dead, really hit the heart of this young man, yes, money is nothing more than Of course, he couldn't die. He absolutely couldn't. He still had relatives at home and a life in the future. Nothing was more important than those three noble gold coins. He straightened his body subconsciously and shouted.

"Yes, sir!" His reaction was huge, and his voice became louder. It was not just his voice, but a violent, deep, and terrifying voice.

That voice startled the veteran. He lowered his head and murmured to himself. Nord heard an unfamiliar word, but he soon said with a smile. "See you're still energetic, then."

"Go over there and get the project package. The whole team will go there. Get the stuff and dig in the area planned by the project leader. Use drills, baskets, shovels, everything you can imagine!"

“Ready, move forward, trot!

He was like a shepherd driving away his grazing animals. The entire regiment of hundreds of people was under his command. At this moment, Nord also knew his job for the first time. He was a logistics staff of the engineering force, responsible for strengthening those foundations and Trench, made of gravel and concrete to make a larger, sturdier place.

But at the same time, he also heard the old sergeant saying words like volcano cannon. He was just next to him. Nord believed that his ears were good. For example, the huge sound just now was related to the so-called volcano cannon, and the void The ongoing war in China may be heating up?

He doesn't know, because now he only knows how to dig. It can even be said that he has been digging, burying, and transporting all day long. His whole person has almost lost his soul and turned into a more numb existence than an assembly line worker. However, he still prefers himself. It's not that the combat team is a good thing, it's just that he also envies those soldiers.

No man would think that holding a machine gun, wearing a trench coat, and large army boots and stationed on the front line where countless people live a safe life is unromantic, especially when this poor guy saw a logging gun for the first time. He was extremely lucky. .

Because his working position was right next to the concave pit of the logging gun, he even sneaked up on the big guy a few times and was scolded by the sergeant in the logistics team, although he still felt that it was well worth the money.

And when the day's work was over and he could barely lift his arms, making him think that his place was broken, he saw the abundant food in the canteen in the fortress, and the fresh food he had never seen in his life, although it was only a few jars. Ready-to-eat canned beans and canned Glomon cooked together, no limit, plus three or four damn starch cubes.

Even so, this was a rare food in the hive city. Compared with the rotten meat filled with engine oil dug out from the miner's mechanical bull ants, this delicious food made him forget about it. When he thought he could no longer lift his arm, his body collapsed again. Tell him once that he can, and put food into his exhausted body again and again.

The broadcast emphasized again and again that the food was a gift from the war lord Alan Bayer and the noble governor. However, he had no time to care. When he was full of food, he had no energy to wash up, returned to his dormitory, and posted On the hard bunk bed, his silent comrades now began to chat.

"I don't like Lord Alan Bair. It was he who brought the war." The brother on the upper bunk suddenly spoke, and the warriors below Nord immediately retorted.

"But it's better than Bandittar. Look, we have real meat for dinner, and there's no limit to it. Our family only needs one person to join the army to be able to live comfortably. My sister can go to a state-run community school. My mother can stop sewing clothes, my father can ask the foreman to stop working in advance, and he only has to work 10 hours now!”

"Look, look, there's another dog." The upper bunk was reluctant. "Bandertal did not bring war, but now the red pirates are going to tear us all apart. During this time, the entire space station was shaking. I saw the scenery through the window, and it was like the end of the world..." His language carried With fear.

"If we all die, there's no point in making money and serving. I just couldn't resist family pressure and became a victim."

At this moment, the person on the lower bunk suddenly retorted. "But being squeezed by Bandertal is also death! Damn it! The Emperor is above me, if I have to choose, I would rather die for the lord who treats us better!"

Nord became emotional after hearing this. He also wanted to be generous and filled with righteous indignation, but the next second the voice of their allied sergeant came from the door. "Turn off the lights!"

This sentence interrupted all the enthusiasm and any teenage feelings, reminding them that they were still in the reality of being dominated by others, and they still had a long 25-year military career.

When the next day they arrived at the site of yesterday's excavation, heavy machinery was digging the road, the solid adamantine ground was reduced to fragments, and they had to deal with the uneven areas, transporting large amounts of waste, while adding concrete and building shooting pads.

The soreness in my arms has not gone away, but compared to working in a factory, at least I have many peers and enough space. The food is delicious and my dignity is not bad. Although there are military officers pointing fingers, my life is not bad.

When the trenches were dug more than halfway, he looked back at the things he had made step by step. To be precise, they were made by his regiment. Those long, square, strong and beautiful trenches. At least his job was no longer Damn factory work with no end in sight.

But suddenly, his head was pressed down by a sergeant from the construction team, and his cheek was completely scratched by a hard piece of fine gold. Blood flowed out from his skin. Rough and powerful arms kept holding him down, and then he heard a shot. the sound of.

He was lost in thought, and the sergeant's words came to his ears. "It's an attack, damn it." This soldier had been serving for a while, but he was still young. He couldn't distinguish the enemies and could only let go of the recruit's head.

Nord trembled and covered his face. He couldn't understand what happened. He could only smell the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

He seemed to have lost his soul for a moment, until he saw the logging gun with its handle in the trench in front of him. He subconsciously crawled over, as if he wanted to seize everything, military exploits, achievements, and victories. But before he could seize the weapon, a bullet The shot came and hit the logging gun shell. The machine gun fell down with a sound and fell in front of him, kicking up a burst of dust.

At this point, he was a little bit fragmented. He picked up the engineer shovel on his waist and wanted to kill something, but the huge force pulled him backwards. He opened his teeth and claws, and was unconscious. Adrenaline made his arms tremble, and at the same time, he was roaring all the time. The sound of gunfire made his soul almost fester.

Reckless, cowardly, fearful, and complex emotions converged. When he woke up again, he was behind the Cairn Roman Gate, the only safe place on the battlefield, leaning against the sunken wall at the rear, and was wiped with disinfectant by veterans.

He was extremely lucky. He didn't realize it yet when he looked at his engineering team sergeant and asked subconsciously. "Where are my teammates?"

the veteran replied. "Boy, listen up, the Emperor is above. He protected you, but everyone else is dead, all dead. This is a surprise attack, the kind that comes out of the blue..."

"Who is...?" He was a little angry, but more helpless and powerless. He felt pain all over his body and watched other people on the wall keep firing.

the sergeant replied. "I don't know! It looks like a gang! But it's different. Those things are not afraid of death, and their shots are accurate. Damn it, if it weren't for them not paying attention to engineering staff like us, if it weren't for our brown military uniforms, we would Just die!"

"Damn, damn..." Nord couldn't help crying. He didn't know, he didn't know, what he was doing, why he was fighting, what was happening here, there was only constant shooting, fire, pain and torture.

"Emperor, Emperor? What do you want me to do...Why are they all dead?" He picked up his engineer shovel and waved it around the wounded barracks feebly, insisting that they had any feelings, why not? It was the shock of someone who slept, bathed, and ate together yesterday dying today, as well as the feeling of being crushed instantly on the battlefield just now.

What he was fighting was not the air, but his own powerless self. Whatever he held the gun, fired to kill the enemy, or earned military merit, all disappeared in an instant when the enemy came.

And the sergeant held his arm down and said. "We have to continue to retreat. The next line of defense needs to be reinforced, armored handlebars."

"The next one? The next one is in the urban area!" Nord said in disbelief.

the sergeant replied. "Yes! That's right! We can't defend here! We have to retreat to the urban area and build fortresses, fortresses, and tunnels to slow down the enemy!"

"But what about those civilians?" Nord asked.

the sergeant replied. "We are not heroes, we are soldiers, obey orders, build a line of defense, and survive, kid."

Nord was silent. Yes, he has never been a hero. There are countless PDFs here, big and small, and hundreds of thousands. In the face of war, they are extremely powerless, whether it is the continuous fire in the void or the The Lower Hive Rebellion within the hive city.

What he can do is dig more rocks, dig more trenches, build more fortresses, and then try his best to survive the next... 25 years... a long... military career that is long enough to suffocate him. !

He smiled bitterly and dragged his tired body onto the empty truck. There were no high-spirited comrades here, and there were no so-called large cans full of people. There was only coldness, he and the sergeant, and a few broken pieces. The wounded soldiers looked at each other.

Now only the cold wind blowing forward from the car tells him time and time again, you are alive, you need to continue to live in the future, you will still live in the future, for the emperor, for the empire, for the war lord, for the brothers and sisters, how to live, how to live. , no one told him, because no one here can spare the time to protect him, and there will be another 25 years like this.