Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The dark and damp hive pipes are not a beautiful place, and the plants growing there are called the native flora and fauna of Gondwa VI, the garden world and death world.

When the bayonet stabbed to death a terrifying rodent the size of a small dog, and the rat just ran around with a human skull in its mouth, you can see the simplicity of the people in that world.

Alan Bair's previous killing missions took place along the popular local main roads, and he was often favored by gangs and locals. Not to mention local creatures, a few pieces of moss could be used as dinner by the hungry hive people.

But if we can get the large machines that have not been recycled by green skins in remote areas, we need to take the sewage roads of those factories. It is very likely that they have not been cleaned for hundreds of years. It can be said that there is a vibrant scene like a well-spring of all things. People linger and forget to leave.

To use Alan Bayer's description, it's like traveling back in time to the movie Charlie's Chocolate Factory, a movie I often watched when I was a kid, where the food in the movie is eaten, and people are eaten there.

There is also a saying that there are ups and downs when traveling, but it may be smooth and smooth once you get there.

After entering the pipe for thirty minutes, I encountered a giant insect and shot it.

Forty minutes, the small promethium generator that charged the lighting ball was damaged. After about 30 owners, no matter how stable the machine spirit was, it couldn't stand it. The group of people were able to explore the power of the laser gun in the dark. The magazine charges the lighting ball.

About forty-five minutes later, they encountered an orc patrol. It turned out that the greenskins also liked the East Waterway. The soldiers in the fourth row shot the greenskins after they spotted the lights for a moment. At this moment, they were hesitant to fire. Could they be killed? Kill.

About an hour later, I arrived at the factory and walked out of the pipe. Everyone was on alert, only to find that the factory door had been violently opened and there was nothing inside.

An hour and five minutes later, back at the pipe, John was cursing.

"What kind of mission is he doing? How many times did they encounter messy things along the way?" He lifted up his shoes, and the military boots were very sticky. Giant leeches that were enough to destroy leather shoes were sucking his shoes, and then he was caught and thrown in The ground was being trampled to death, leather shoes were filled with dirt, and at the same time, there was a big hole in his shoes.

Alan Bair was also speechless. During that time, the orcs were collecting mechanical artifacts on a large scale like crazy. Maybe they were not picky about metals, and generators and promethium were not the things that were given priority.

He can ask. "How far is the east factory?"

John rubbed his head. "Two hours' walk. There is a recycling factory at the edge of the hive city. Because of its large area, there is also a promethium generator."

Alan Bayer replied. "Pray to the God Emperor. If they can find what they want that time, they can go back before dinner."

"They must be prepared, but tomorrow and even the next few months will be wasted on this thing."

Not only did he lower morale, but if he didn't explain Hong and Zhai Luo's situation, everyone's mood would be even worse.

"Okay, you can eat. Eat before moving forward." Alan Bayer ordered, and the other soldiers took out their lunches. There were two peanut butter-like things, wrapped in a thin piece of paper, light yellow. The shelf life of these products is unexpectedly long, the paper pieces can also be eaten, vitamins are added to the formula, and the raw materials have high protein content.

Alan Bayer doubted whether there were local insects in the raw material, but he didn't have to be picky. He cut the starch block with a knife and sandwiched the small cubes. The taste was a bit sweet and nutty.

But it only took about five minutes for him to devour his food, and every second counted. In the pipes of the hive city where everything was rotten, it was no longer easy to eat.

Facts have proved that when the natural environment and the narrow darkness of the hive city are combined, the environment there is unacceptable even to the people in the hive city.

The journey was long, but even the members of the fourth platoon were speechless. There was a constant sound of military boots hitting the mud.

It can be said that the journey to the east is not easy. When a large amount of moss and jungle vines occupy the steel and iron bones of the empire, those places become prone to collapse, and a little bit of bad luck is needed, and they have to change their route to other places.

Very well, with the blessing of the God Emperor, when the road is fairly smooth, the green skin on the road no longer enters the pipe, and there is no place to collapse, but there is no doubt that no one will want to enter there again.

"Emperor, it's so scary there..." When the troops left the pipeline, John couldn't help but sigh, but he immediately shut up because a large number of greenskins were carrying things in the distance.

"Damn..." Alan Bayer looked at the currently huge factory. The double-headed eagle logo in front of it had been blurred. The pure appearance was destroyed by the orcs. One piece of equipment was constantly carried on the orc's dirty truck. , and the truck already has many things from other factories, so it can be said that it is all available.

Several generators, a large amount of promethium, and a lot of production equipment, but the things that looked like pieces of garbage emitted rumbling black smoke and were constantly puffing out alien smoke to pollute the hive. Although the Imperial people themselves were also polluted. , but it makes people particularly angry at this moment.

Alan Bayer was counting the number of those orcs outside, about two platoons of people. They were hiding on the west side of the square. They were in front of the south gate. There were many corpses of workers on the ground, being played with by the heretics.

Ruined houses, dead civilians, destroyed statues of the Empire, and much of the loyalty or honor that has been dissipated, have the Orcs made Karoo their home?

John asked impatiently. "Platoon commander, what should I do?"

Alan Bair looked at the Orc truck, compared the distance with experience, and figured out that the best way was to get the war machine directly, but he wouldn't be able to use the Orc engine, or it might not be possible.

But instead of leaving the truck to the orcs, it would be better to destroy everything inside, lest it become a can of fear that affects them.

"Work, work."

"John, I will take 30 people to the north and pass through the middle of the square."

"The heavy explosive team was on standby, holding their weapons. The others and him were sneaking forward. The radio signal was adjusted. It was very usable within a short distance of a few hundred meters outside Karu City. There was a dark age in that city. Magnetic field stabilizer.”

"Code name: Sandwich, use crossfire to clear out the orcs, and prioritize the orc pilots." After Alan Bair finished speaking, the other soldiers answered briefly. "no."

They were deadly and terrifying. John sneaked behind and killed several orcs with melee combat without even firing a shot, then slowly sneaked into the factory.

There are about a hundred orcs, far more than the fourth row, and the orc trucks are excellent bunkers, so we need to outflank them to increase their firepower.

Those unknown orcs were chatting about something in low Gothic, but Alan Bair could not hear it. They said that One Eye was preparing some huge machine.

They were crawling in the ruins of a house. Alan Bair held the communicator and waited for news from the radio.

Hissing, buzzing, and a moment later there was an indistinct sound.

"sandwich!"

Alan Bair shouted. "Shoot, heavy bomb squad fire!"

Hell guns, beam guns, heavy bombs, and fierce firepower formed an airtight death network and killed some orcs, but more of them hit trucks, iron doors of factories, and natural bunkers such as construction debris, and those orcs were not The group before knew about waaaaagh and charging stuff.

They immediately sneaked into the nearby bunker in an instant. While firing hard, many of the orcs made maneuvers to avoid the range of the machine gun.

The orc driver was also driving in the truck, preparing to charge east of the heavy explosive bomb and destroy the machine gun legs.

But had the firepower double-team been completed early, those guys instantly found that there was a lot of shrimp on their left side, with a large amount of flames and guns leaning on their bodies.

The orcs didn't even shout out their proud waaaaahh before they were almost wiped out by crossfire.

"Go forward, clean up the orcs." Alan Bair ordered, and other soldiers also moved forward to suppress, covering the east under the firepower of heavy explosive bombs. Such an action was absolutely correct and no problem, but they had to consider, except where The orc group is probably surrounded by a large army.

The east floor of Ruming is the playground for the orcs, and those disgusting things can come at any time. Until those orc boys fled, Alan Bair's heart remained stable.

He looked at the truck full of equipment and had a crazy idea.

"If someone is in the car, he will drive."

That sentence made all the soldiers show incredulous expressions, because the orc truck was undoubtedly a pile of junk made of scrap metal, and there were those crazy aliens that could open it.

But Alan Bayer's decision was not without reason. He pointed out that the black smoke coming out of the distance was a sign of the canned murder. They took the time to move out a promethium generator and got back to the east at the same time. Waterway, but if we rely on the mobility of the orc truck to start a chase, we might be able to bring the entire truck's supplies back to the camp.

The other soldiers were still in disbelief, but John was the first to stand up. "Is he really crazy? Please give it a try. Try the orc's machine to see if it really has no machine soul. He will be the co-pilot!"

The girl with brown hair also stepped forward. "He's walking behind, using heavy bolters and melta bombs."

Others also reported their names one after another, but Alan Bayer calmly chose the five elite people, because the space in the truck was not big, and they were greenskins, so they could hang on it and Gutera's. Indian-like.

The other soldiers can return to the pipe and sneak back to the camp, while Alan Bair opens the damn truck cockpit. The green engine with smoke billowing in the distance is getting closer and closer. He has reason to be nervous, but he must learn how to Use heretical creations.

Otherwise, the thing can be destroyed.

Alan Bayer looked at the disgusting cockpit. There were small toys made by the previous green-skinned driver. It seemed to have a one-eyed shape. There was a strange large machine. It looked a bit like... an ancient giant machine?

But he didn't have time to care about the green skin's disgusting taste. He walked on the sticky chair, held the steering wheel that was falling apart, and thought to himself. "Think about how an greenskin would drive?"

He pressed the engine button, but it was useless. A few streams of black smoke came out, ejected from the spark plug, and the car body trembled.

"Damn, that thing doesn't work at all!" John cursed.

"Not bad, not bad..." Alan Bair looked into the distance. The huge orc engine poked out from the ruins. It looked like the orc boys next to him. The heavy weapons group in his car began to spray flames, and the green skin was like straw. of betrayal.

shouted the lady officer. "Boss, they are here, drive quickly!"

Alan Bair frowned, he didn't want to do that, but he had to try.

he suddenly shouted. "Waaaaagh! I beg to fuck them!"

That voice frightened John to the point where he almost threw the co-pilot off, but when Alan Baier finished shouting and then stepped on the accelerator, the unique ragged sound of the Orc engine roared, like heavy metal music.

"What the hell?" John couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that humans could also drive Orc engines. What kind of damn machine soul did that disgusting alien creation have? ?

Alan Baier couldn't believe it, he started driving? But if he realizes that he can't say "waaaagh" and the car becomes a little out of control, he immediately adjusts his mentality and tries his best to imitate the countless orcs he has killed.

"Waagh!"

"waghh, I'm the biggest!"

With the throttle fully pulled, it was a quick ride. The tattered truck was bumping around with its tail. The heavy weapons team kept killing the orcs, and the powerful truck maneuverability instantly threw away the orcs.

The driver of the Killing Can said roughly. "Who is that kid in the truck? He's so waaagh!"

The greenskin next to him answered. "Boss, does he seem to be a loser?"

John is doing human navigation in the car. "Turn right ahead, then left."

The road conditions were so bad, with craters and corpses all over the ground, but the Orc truck looked as if it had tracks, all of which were clearly visible. Alan Bair couldn't help but feel that the vehicle was a bit ruthless.

And the orc-turned-Alan Bair began to think about that damn puzzle. When he first saw the huge elevator in the distance, he suddenly became excited.

[I told you why I was such an idiot before. I saw that the whole glass elevator in the Broken Nest City was so big, like a mirror, with light every day. Isn’t the east floor of the elevator a dark place? 】

Yes, he realized that the special design of the dark age elevator in the hive city allows it to always be illuminated by reflected light from the crowd, so that the red sky is bright and the morning is bright, isn't that where the light of the stars is, and the light of the east moon is concentrated?

And the elevator must have a handle for the negative floor!

Mystery solved...

And now the heavy weapons team walking behind the car is taking inventory, and they report to Alan Bayer in surprise.

"Boss, the equipment there is enough for them to rebuild the entire Karu City!"

“We have everything, and there are a lot of them, which can greatly alleviate the source problem!”

Hearing the news, Alan Bayer was relieved. Then at the moment when his thoughts became human, the damn green-skinned mechanical horse began to lose control and almost hit the ruins on the roadside uncontrollably.

The huge sound of brakes and the sound of tires scratching the road brought the screams of the crew members. It was good for Alan Beyer to get back to that waaagh feeling after the initial adjustment...

He immediately cursed. "Don't shut up with me before I stop the car, or I'll beat you up, Xiami!"

The members of the fourth row were stunned for a moment, wondering if their commander had really turned green...

When Alan Bair drove near the camp, he turned on the radio consciously and wanted to report the situation, but the green-skinned broken car began to lose control again.

He was about to teach John radio. "Report to my boss and tell those heavy bomb boys not to shoot!"

John's cheek twitched. "no…"

Tomorrow, the command room received a strange report. The radio call said that the fourth platoon had seized an Orc truck and a large amount of industrial equipment, and was begging the military doctor to conduct a comprehensive physical examination on Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer.

The strange thing is there. Generally speaking, if the Orks capture Astra Militarum equipment, this is not the first time that the Astra Militarum captures Orc equipment!