Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The war continued. During that time, Alan Bair was attacked by a large number of orcs on the platform, but they were not the tribe of one-eyed orcs, but other guys with clear banners.

The huge waaagh echoed at the south gate. Situations like this occurred on all major defense platforms in Karu City. The cruel and terrifying meat grinder kept turning, and the Astra Militarum's huge weapons arsenal shot out colorful bursts of light and power. .

The green skin on the ground turns into thick juice, fragments, and a few can kill. The armored boy or the bigger boss can come back alive, but so what?

The heavy explosive bombs roared, and they were turned into meat very quickly. I wonder if there are dozens of explosive bombs in Karu City's city defense!

Even if the battle situation seems to be a one-sided massacre.

But it was not difficult for Alan Bair to guess what One Eye was doing. He was using information about the difficulties in the human supply line to instigate the orcs to attack Karu City, and he was acting as a peacemaker in the conflicts between the major tribes.

With the strength and wisdom of One Eye, he would do that, but in reality, such a plan is simply disgusting, killing people with a borrowed knife to accumulate strength.

When the heavy bombs that spewed thick smoke went out, the shooting of the four bombs reduced the greenskins on the ground to pulp and smashed many canned killings, but the ammunition was no longer optimistic.

"Kailan, how many bombs are there?"

Kailan patted the machine body, and the bolt gun poked out of the magazine. The bullet chain fell to the ground with a clatter. Not a single round was fired.

Kellan shook his head. "Finished another ammunition chain..."

"Boss, there are only 400 rounds. They are all used up."

Alan Bair has a cold heart on the outside. If the greenskins from other tribes in the East come again, will they be able to go east and fight the enemy in close combat?

It has been two months since the orcs started the orbital blockade. The orc tribe has become more active for some reason. There are fewer and fewer heavy explosive bombs and plasma liquids in the supplies. Even canned and synthetic foods have been replaced by those eaten by the locals. Food similar to steamed buns or something.

There are logging guns that can be produced locally in Karu City, which can provide enough ammunition. After two months of war, Ruming's situation of firing heavy explosive shells every time has not improved at all.

Alan Bair was leaning against the wall. Ammunition was his lifeline. He was too tired. The greenskins knew that the Astra Militarum was out of supplies and the attacks continued. Is there a third wave now? The third wave will be tomorrow. Those beastmen are simply endless things to kill.

He broke open a piece of dried red starch food, which could be used to replace the starch block. It also represented how successful the orc's action was.

While taking a break, suddenly there was a knock on the door of their platform.

dong dong dong

John Hanxian. "No who?"

Wrong answer. "Skady's 3rd Infantry Regiment, 2nd Company, 3rd Platoon Commander, Gant, please consolidate supplies."

Alan Bayer was thinking in his head, like the row on the next platform. "If you don't have any supplies, get out of here. If you don't have any guns, just get out and fight the orcs with bayonets!"

He was completely rude. After all, his platoon was his own family, so how could he starve his own people?

The third platoon leader shouted. "Good temper! What if he says he can provide us with bolt ammunition?"

Alan Bayer became interested and opened the door himself. Outside the metal door, there was a bearded guy with red skin who looked very out of place.

Looking at the military rank on his shoulder, Lieutenant, Alan Baier should call him "sir", but Alan Baier is wearing a hell gun, carapace armor, but not an ordinary bulletproof armor and leg flashlight, which makes people confused. It is not clear who is the chief.

said 3rd Platoon Sergeant Gant. "You are worthy of the legendary fourth platoon leader, and you truly live up to your reputation."

Alan Beyer said directly. "Stop talking nonsense and tell him where the ammunition is coming from?" He was oppressed by the war and pressure. I wouldn't be in a good mood when I was running out of ammunition and food, let alone someone who didn't know what he was talking about. Guy.

Gant wasn't angry either. "The black market, he wants to go there to do some business, but the money is not there. He wants to ask us if we have any of that stuff?"

That thing is a slang term in the army. Generally speaking, it refers to amset wine. The wine brewed from food in the empire is very popular in various places.

Alan Beyer also lost his temper. "Black market products are unreliable, and he has no choice..."

"Is there anyone in the army who is good at that?"

Everyone was hesitating and hesitating. After months of fighting and constant pressure, those things have been swallowed up long ago, and they are very much retained?

Then John stood up and took out a bottle of pretty good...

"Boss, why did he win playing cards in the tavern..."

Alan Beyer said. "It's very useful..." But Fu Waixin was thinking about how his adjutant had so much time to play cards. He had to find a way to put some pressure on him and let him learn to lead troops.

In general, he should not be allowed to fish.

But Alan Bayer didn't know that John was not playing cards. He was already familiar with the black market people and often gave them things from the army in exchange for a large amount of civilian supplies for his own people.

He didn't know that the worldly manners he came from made him very useful to the gangsters there. With his background in the Astra Militarum, he had even become somewhat famous, and he knew very well that there would be no explosives in the so-called black market. Ammunition is such a high-tech thing.

He thought that maybe the third platoon leader had been deceived. As the boss's adjutant, he also began to think of a way. The packaging standard of the wine should be the family emblem of the largest gang there, and people outside their system could use it. That bottle Liquor will give those black market people some eye drops and tell them that the Astra Militarum is not a fool either.

After the third platoon leader left, Alan Bayer was told about the situation by John. Alan Bayer felt that John was not a talented person and had to be put to good use...

One day later, the third platoon leader came back with a grimace. Sure enough, he didn't get the ammunition. There was a lot of food and logging rifle ammunition compensated by the gang. But what they lacked was not that, but something that could break armor. ah!

Alan Bair patted the shoulders of the three platoon leaders. "Brother, it's okay. The God Emperor bless them. They will definitely make it east."

"He had anticipated that situation, otherwise why would he have given me that bottle of wine?"

Third platoon leader Gant nodded heavily. "No... I'm really good, Fourth Platoon Commander. I didn't expect the local residents to be familiar with me. If they don't deny me, they will shoot with fake explosive bombs. If the machine spirit is not happy, they will blow up and kill everyone!" "

"So I saved them, and I will also dispatch the soldiers from their third platoon to me."

It doesn't matter if Alan Bayer is wrong about that, as long as he is not deceived...

After sending away the people of the third platoon, the real difficulties were still there. They could not support a large-scale greenskin attack in the East...

But soon, the brown-haired Dongshi pointed at Han Xuan in the sky. "Boss! Boss! Pepper...pepper!"

Alan Beyer walked over. "What about pepper? I want to eat later..." He raised his head and looked at the small black dots all over the sky, scattered like pepper. A huge cruiser was scattered outside the atmosphere like a pepper pot.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is not a little smaller, but it is a transport ship worth several hundred!