Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Trench warfare, the famous tactic of the Astra Militarum, is rarely used on Gondvar VI because the greenskin troops are too scattered and large in number. The forest will also become their natural shelter, but will they face the traitor Space Marines and The flat ground without a large number of bunkers made the traditional technology come into play again.

In the temporary field command room, the staff watched as the engineering shovels were taken away by the new recruits, wielded, and a trench 1.5 meters deep was dug, while the veterans were installing barbed wire and mines.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer was drinking caffeinated tea in the fortress command room made of sandbags and heavy bolters. His teacup was made by himself while living in Gondva VI, which could also explain why. Why does the assembly line of the empire have modern industry that is crooked in his legs and slips through the net?

The staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Oh my God, I got more than 20,000 engineer shovels from there. The front line there is long enough to contain hundreds of Chimeras!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer looked at the twin-headed eagle shining on his chest. "Thank you very much for the selfless dedication of the production line in Karu City. The planetary governor is very Ru Ming."

When a large amount of food, supplies, and promethium are moved to the battlefield, they will be able to cope with the attack of the red pirates. All the active citizens of the empire in the world are working hard, working with blood and skulls with sweat. .

Alan Bayer looked there, and the land that had been cracked by his explosives still existed. The huge pit had been transformed into a command room, and it was no longer a place for him to drink tea.

This saved the engineering team a lot of time, especially if the hard rock was broken. When the work was in progress, many people found Orc mecha fragments there, which can also express how successful Alan Bayer's strategy was.

Next to the command room, several huge Orc garbage cannons still provided considerable orbital defense power.

The location is very good, very close to Karu City. It is like a sponge nailed in front of the city. No matter how hard the force hits it, it cannot cross it and release all its power on the city.

What's more, the number of Space Marines is extremely small, and the core force will never be able to occupy a large number of places. They cannot occupy the entire world like the Orcs.

There is no problem with the safety of Karu City, so Governor Ruming can give the best answer.

Even though the human empire will never be united, the strongest alliance will take root there.

great? hero? Alan Bayer didn't think so much, he just did what he should do. He looked at the fragments of the orc mecha on the ground. In the corrosion of the forest, it had become rusty in just over a year. Is it really true? Times have changed, which makes people sigh.

Alan Bair adjusted the radio. During the time when the magnetic field was relatively stable, he tried to keep in touch with the Catachans.

That matter can be left to the communications team. It is not something used by people at the lieutenant colonel level, but he must get enough information, which is particularly important in war, and how bad the communication quality is in that world, can he A clear wish to die.

While he was frequently adjusting the channel, the photo in his windbreaker fell out unintentionally. It was taken by the fourth platoon in Karoo City, with Lieutenant Colonel Avada and everyone there.

He looked at Catachan's reluctant expression. Maybe part of their souls really resided in the photo? If they believe that...

Alan Baier picked up the photo and carefully wiped the dust on his face. The smell of promethium and gasoline could not stop his thoughts from going back to that early afternoon.

But half of the people in the photo had left, and the remaining ones had gone their separate ways. Why didn't he know the nobles' attitude towards the war, but he didn't expect that his brothers would become like that.

Maybe they should die in the war to remain loyal to the emperor, but not soon. Alan Bair shook his head fiercely. Although death is easy, nothing can be solved.

Karu City needs them, it needs a group of fat-bellied bureaucrats, not a group of soldiers, then it is not human, it is not society.

Put the photo back on your chest and fasten it with a buckle to prevent it from being lost in the war. It can be regarded as a very rare souvenir.

There are so many people in the Astra Militarum who need mobility, especially infantry, that almost no one is willing to store their own things. Every soldier has a lot of messy family backgrounds...

One time, Alan Bair found a rodent in the hive out of a guy's pants, which made him sick to his stomach.

A rustling sound interrupted the lieutenant colonel's memories, but that damn second lieutenant, whose talkativeness made him a greenskin...

He walked into the command room and saluted, which was almost mandatory in the Astra Militarum.

Alan Beyer said. "Why not dig trenches?"

The lieutenant nodded in reply. "Sir, he came to apply for a mine package that belongs to them. He needs to require his platoon to be filled with sufficient firepower."

Alan Beyer asked. "Why did he give it to me? Every explosive is a good medicine to kill the enemy. The emperor's roar is also a life support for the elite. He can give them to the first platoon and the first company, not me."

The second lieutenant pursed his lips, knowing that his commander would refuse. "Lieutenant Colonel, he knows very well that he cannot express what he is capable of, but he can express his vision."

"There was a dense forest bordering point in the direction of 7 o'clock in his platoon. Although there was a barbed wire fence, he felt that those things could not hinder the advancement of too many enemies. He didn't know how powerful the destructive power faced in that mission was, but he knew it very well. , sir, they need complete preparations.”

Alan Bayer found it interesting. Anyway, there was a lot of time in the war.

"Tell me, what else is there besides being there?"

The second lieutenant swallowed. Speaking so bluntly in front of Si made the hive man extremely stressed. Can he be the colonel-level commander of the Astra Militarum?

"No... His plan is to pull Chimei to the front of the battlefield for roundabout maneuvers. It's a big place, not as numb as the forest. In fact, the barbed wire can be removed. The barbed wire is the same as the legendary Brother Astartes. Even if it doesn't Betrayal is not that effective."

"They should use their few armored advantages to suppress the enemy..."

He made an impassioned speech. Although he was passionate, Alan Bayer discovered many problems.

"Chimera's heavy bolt rounds cannot defeat the armor of Space Marines. You have never seen those existences. Mortal weapons have melta and dark age weapons that can pose a fatal threat. If I think I can hit the armor every time with bolt shots, Gaps and joints, then he thought I could give it a try.”

"Then the barbed wire is not just prepared by the Space Marines. I don't think those supermen will clean the bathroom themselves and mop the floor on the battleship?"

"They have a large number of mortal servants. In fact, when Zhai Lu Zheng began, he could conclude that the number of Chaos servants was dozens of times that of the traitor Space Marines."

"If I let the Chimera move around the battlefield at will, those traitor soldiers will use melta weapons to destroy the precious armor of any nuclear platform, and it will take several Terran years to replenish it."

"They need to be prepared for a tug of war. They have no ground base..."

Halfway through Alan Bair's words, he found that the second lieutenant had shrunk his head. He couldn't help but stop. Although the guy was immature, stupid, and even a little naive, such thinking was rare in the Warhammer world.

He should rebuke him for being wrong. Such a person can easily be confused by Tzeentch. His inexperience and unclear vision of the nature of the world will make him a time bomb.

Alan Bayer should scold him and let him return to his post and continue digging holes...

"Second Lieutenant, go to the logistics and get what I want. It's very good. I only have two things to ask for, don't die, and always believe in the Emperor."

He couldn't say anything. He looked at the soldier, his thoughts, and his soul, but he couldn't extinguish the flames of the house that were insignificant on the outside like those veteran officers of the Astra Militarum.

The second lieutenant was stunned, but he immediately came to his senses, saluted, and ran straight out.

It's hard to say that Alan Beyer did anything wrong. He knew it very well. After the second lieutenant left, he returned to his position again and fiddled with the radio.

He often persuaded himself to give up the feelings he had left in the peaceful previous life. At the end of the dark and terrifying 40th millennium, many more desperate things appeared all the time.

Loyal people die, evil triumphs, the world is destroyed, chaos invades, and aliens plunder. The huge empire is like a palace that was torn apart by billions of red ants and made empty. There are statues enshrined in the core of the palace that make people keep missing the big room. The house that cannot be repaired continues to work hard.

In the vast sea and mulberry fields, times have changed. The palace hangs on an isolated island, and it is difficult to sing a single palm.

If human beings had a true alliance, the brotherly legged races, such as the mountain kingdom of Zhongguli, would not be so desperate.

Alan Bayer sighed, what was he thinking? May a group of races that have the same sympathy as humans suddenly come out of that dark universe?

As early as the "dark" era of 20k, all humanity's sympathy and tolerance for aliens have been exhausted. Will their rebellion be the final step in sending humanity's peak years to hell?

Alan Bair held the relic leg gun at his waist and asked all living humans not to forget, leg and foot brothers? It was a dark era of death, betrayal, war and...

massacre.

The radio was making a crackling sound now. "Lieutenant Colonel, camp, five o'clock, 6 kilometers, footprints were found."

"Military boots, a bit like...the kind used by nobles?"

Alan Bair held the communicator and returned to the horse. "Keep following them, keep on..."

After saying that, the communicator suddenly made a hissing sound, and the magnetic field cut off the signal...

Alan Bayer put down the communicator, looked at the beating readings, and reported to all the soldiers with complicated emotions.

"The enemy is approaching, about five or six kilometers away. They can't get around the defense line. Pay attention to the five o'clock direction, everyone!"

Those words continued to spread and echo in the trenches. The second lieutenant who was laying landmines wiped the sweat on his forehead and adjusted his tight bulletproof armor. He returned to his platoon, just like Alan Beyer. Yes, announce to everyone, go east alive.

Maybe this is not the case with fate. Many things are repeated in the long river of time, but they are different. The former tower battle has become trench warfare. The former Catachan was a local, and the former recruit Dao Xuan, Ru Ming's heroic Lieutenant Colonel.

In the vast sea, times have changed, but death and war remain unchanged. When will it end, after thousands of years? Or longer...

In the forest, the mixed-blood Catachan turned off the suggested communicator and looked at the traces of the damn traitors on the ground. He couldn't understand why those things were wrong and turned away from those traitors. Maybe their heads had been damaged?

The leader recalled Lieutenant Colonel Avada's various warnings, honor or survival. He dissected a lizard and swallowed the fresh flesh and blood almost silently as a supplement for body fluids and protein.

They are silent, unafraid of death, and have the Catachan blades and skills inherited from the east to keep them alive.

While the Catachans were alert, the forest warriors quickly discovered a problem. In the quiet forest, in addition to the sounds of birds and insects that they were accustomed to, there were many other discordant and messy things.

When the leg whispering horse was used, the group of cheetahs tensed their muscles almost instantly. They were easier to control than Catachan, and they had more tacit understanding than Catachan, but they did not have the bloody spirit of real Catachan.

If Alan Bair was there, he would definitely feel that they should rush out to kill the enemy at this moment, instead of waiting for those people to gather.

When the chaotic sounds became louder and louder, and at first turned into thunder like raindrops, the hidden warriors pushed through the forest, and they smelled the smell of the mutant bodies, death, corruption, and a strong smell of disloyalty.

About 500 people, dressed in strange clothes, hunched over, do they call that sneaking?

There are dozens of people in Catachan, but if they have enough time, they can kill those weaklings, or they need to report to the command room to be alert to the Space Marines behind them, the bright red giant, He was very strange. Although his cheeks were loyal and not mutated, he was still wearing a damn battle armor decorated with human flesh and skulls.

And Catachan didn't know whether the Astartes was the commander of that operation, Vengar, the former Red Angel!

Catachan and the others asked whether they had withdrawn from the vicinity and reported to the headquarters via radio, but found that the signal was blurred. They cursed secretly, wondering if the evil gods believed by traitors had disturbed the world. Those weak and weak gods of the East, if they really existed His strength is one ten thousandth less than that of the Emperor.

But the actions of the Catachans are still not foolproof. The arrogant rebels usually cannot see clearly the group of hunting legs and ghosts, but this does not mean that the truly powerful Space Marines cannot.

In hundreds of years of war, this is not the first time that Vengaltex has cooperated with Catachan, and has even become its enemy...

Catachan also underestimated the ability of truly experienced Astartes superhumans to gather information, allowing their traces to be discovered with just a single report.

Vyngartex was as powerful as a Land Raider tank at full throttle, his power armor making violent sounds in the forest, but not bulky. And the God-Emperor had chosen him, and he was not as powerful as he was. Built with the labor of tens of billions of empire residents.

Such as the blasphemous angel used mortals to shape everything for him, and his unresponsive speed, he hit the loyalists almost instantly. The huge body split the branches and directly hit a Catachan behind the bushes. His flesh and blood were blurred, and a lot of the flesh and blood stained by his strength naturally became part of the decoration of his armor.

He spoke with a thick voice, his golden hair fluttering in the dark forest, the warm wind and the rust-like smell of blood made the madman a little more...

Indescribably terrifying!

"Shall we kill his mortal brother? He has failed to recognize our power, and now..."

"Join his army, please, become his collection!"

It has to be said that Vayne Galtex has a gorgeous decoration made of vertebrae on the Doomwraith, using his most exquisite artistic skills and all the biological spines that he felt were strong enough.

Of course, sometimes there can be no spine, there can be chitin or something.

But he is still willing to let the group of forest warriors join him!

Tomorrow I will give E-bao to Graius. I have been playing with it and I have to complain about it. That world is simply a beautiful environment.

There is a land scattered with orc fungus, five steps of chaotic wilderness, and in the distance is the undead tomb, with a lot of ruins of the webway.

The land was filled with Catachan demons and all kinds of wild animals.

Is it true that the scenery is pleasant and the folk customs are simple...