Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

In the complex pipeline of the hive city, several rat-like dwarfs walked in front. The soldiers in the fourth row sneaked in there early. Even though the place was full of filth, it didn't necessarily mean they couldn't stand it, because it wasn't for the residents of the hive city. Monthly.

Their sense of direction is very good, and the team will not be separated. They are fully armed, and there are many high-end weapons in their legs, and there is no shortage of explosives. Alan Bayer calculated that One-Eye will definitely attack on the main road. , and the group of people also walked towards the largest square in the hive city.

Living towards death, listening to the constant sound of green-skinned footsteps and the clicking sound of machinery coming from the pipe, the veterans of the Fourth Company were not necessarily afraid. Even though the pipe was extremely dark and there was no path forward, it was just like their future.

The staff officer held his nose. He couldn't stand it. He didn't want to know the strangers in the hive. The lieutenant colonel of Avada in Catachan also frowned a little because it didn't know the forest.

But they will never complain and will make their weapons sharper.

The sewage stained the military shoes, and the lighting balls shone brightly. In the crisscrossing pipes of the hive city, they moved forward. At this moment, the One Eye was just as they expected, fighting with the first company of the third regiment on the avenue.

The numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 in the Astra Militarum are all meaningful. One represents veterans and elites. Many soldiers in the Ming platoon have experienced several years of fighting. They are skilled in engineering bunkers and narrow environments. , the firm will defeated those greenskins.

The narrow environment of the hive city makes the alley fighting extremely fierce, extremely cruel, the smell of blood, high pressure, facing the enemy the wrong way, and the oppression of the enemy, only the Astra Militarum can endure it.

Bayonet, engineer shovel, beam, heavy explosive shells.

How powerful are they? They overloaded individual heaters made of promethium, and the heat turned into bombs, melting huge orc heads in an instant. They also used the familiar overloaded beam gun to kill the enemy with their loyal power.

They had also been hive dwellers who knew the battles in human cities like the back of their hands, running through the pipes like gophers and shooting at greenskins in unexpected places.

Relying on experience, unity, and life, there are a large number of homemade strange weapons, such as promethium-coated bayonets, bombs made of socks and heaters, and even empty scalable batteries that are overloaded and burned with flames until they explode, and then thrown towards the enemy.

As for armored units, they are even more handy. In the hive, the canned weapons of the orcs are difficult to respond to guerrilla warfare, and the melta bombs used by individual soldiers are even more devastating to them.

The soldiers in the first row formed a group and spread out. The sergeant carried the bomb, and the others shot at the monitor of the orc mecha, then threw the hot melt over it, then got into the pipes of the hive, waiting for the intense light to use the God Emperor Fury melts enemies.

And this is a crazy tactic that can only be made with countless experience and tacit understanding.

It also shows that that unit has experienced a lack of anti-armor strength for decades.

That's not the human race, a race that can find hope in despair, or the empire, a huge civilization that relies on mortals to survive.

But how long can that kind of cleverness last? Killing an orc can often requires thirty or forty people, three or four teams!

The ammunition consumption caused by the overloaded scalable battery is even more huge. There is no such large scalable supply point in the east layer of the nest, not to mention that the source of power in that world is basically weak.

One-Eye doesn't care at all about the death of the so-called green-skinned tribe. They are just guys who gathered around him because of their strength. His real core is the Iron-Toothed Gough tribe, his own Blood Ax tribe, which has a large number of gear boys and technical masters. Logistics of composition.

Soon, the special operations boys were like sharp blades inserted into the battlefield. They got into the pipes and relied on one-eyed training and smoke bombs to hide themselves. Sometimes the veterans would turn around and see a group of scary big green faces.

They seemed to be invisible, swaying like ghosts in the complicated battlefield. Many people had heard of them, not to mention the veterans who directly called them.

"There's a ghost orc!"

Special operations boys are not very effective on the battlefield, but when conducting local battles in the hive, their patience is simply terrifying. They like to kill people and then hang their heads on their waists. Soon, human heads pile up in mountains. .

The soldiers of the Empire can retreat into trenches and defense projects, but they also lose the ability to kill Ork mechas in guerrilla warfare. Even if a small number of soldiers can use their full strength to replace the Ork mechas with flesh and blood and a melt bomb, they will not be able to kill the Ork mecha. There is no way to hinder the progress of the entire army.

Soon the Astra Militarum continued to retreat in the green sea, human houses were demolished, civilians were killed by the greenskins, and the corpses were piled together to serve as a source of nutrition for the new brats when they were born.

Men and women, young and old, green-skinned, regardless of anything, aliens will kill. The priest knelt on the ground, praying to the statue of the God Emperor in the square, hoping that the Lord of Humanity with a sharp blade on his legs and a halo on his head would bless him and bring a miracle to the east. and strength.

But a moment later, a huge orc missile pierced the sky, turning the emperor's honor into pieces, leaving nothing but a pile of garbage and a mess, just like Rumin's empire.

People cried and trembled. The lucky ones huddled behind the trenches of the Astra Militarum, and the unlucky ones were already in the greenskin corpse pits. But it has to be said that the "obstruction" of a large number of civilians made the greenskins' attack very difficult. Fat, bald, and slow, many boys are addicted to killing defenseless humans, or they throw away their own weapons and engage in so-called "duels" with civilians.

Then he used his thick body to tear apart the poor man's flesh and blood, and the first few mouthfuls were beautiful.

The relief brought by death was even greater than the attack caused by the Astra Militarum against the greenskins.

It makes people feel chilling and miserable. Where is the light and where is the hero?

Will the Emperor's angels come again, as written in the church?

Will the Astra Militarum be victorious, as advertised by the Ministry of War?

The only thing that supports people is the Eastern Faith. After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty in Karu City, during the largest green skin invasion, people can try to believe in the face of aliens that are like natural disasters.

Until a shining light exploded from the east side of the earth, the hot melt melted the floor, and a large number of green skins fell into the east pit, and then were shot in the head by countless beams of light.

The messy orcs didn't know what was going on. A group of people crawled out from the east. Chainswords, explosive bombs, power fists, hell guns, bombs, melta, everything I could imagine tore apart one of the orcs. Small mouth.

The Astra Militarum saw it, the civilians saw it, they rejected the gift of the God Emperor, they rejected the heroes from hell!

And all the sharpness accumulated by the soldiers in the fourth row turned into the anger of the three heroes. Wherever they looked, there was the throne of a one-eyed orc.

But One Eye looked at the three people and thought to himself.

Human staff officer, human officer, Catachan officer?

He remembered that in the books he read, humans would always write about a hero to defeat the enemy. He was not sure whether such a thing would happen to him. He knew very well whether One-Eye could take away his throne.

He must kill those three people before mankind can completely despair!

That chapter pays homage to the ancient Terran video game, Mario, which tells the story of an ancient war in which the human hero Mario uses a water pipe to cause destructive attacks on green skins (mushrooms).

In the eyes of the greenskins, is Catachan not human (?)