Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 74 Ferns will shut up

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Ministry of Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/D09 ——

Astra Militarum Operations Report

Error response number: OR-62750735629

To: Supreme Commander of the Gondwa Sub-sector Army

Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department

Office of the Supreme Commander of the Extreme Star Territory

tactical logistics support department

From: Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, the officer commanding the defense of the world of Gondvar

Topic: Latest Briefing on the Gondeva World Defense Plan

Attachments and citations:

Gondwa reference map

Breakdown and Distribution Report of Gondwa Interstellar Defense Forces

Previous casualty reports from worldwide Greenskin clearance operations

In the name of Mankind's Most Holy Emperor, (insert name here) Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, submits Edom's report on the defense of (insert name of relevant operation here) Gondwa sub-sector.

According to his official report this time, after successfully cleaning up the local Greenskin forces, Dagandeva VI was attacked by traitor forces. The Bordero moon-class strike cruiser was seriously damaged, and the battle was drawn into ground combat.

His headquarters and the newly deployed 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment had reached Gondwa VI, where the traitor forces had landed after emerging from the warp.

Gondwa VI's unusually active and fluctuating magnetic field makes sensor scanning from orbit and ground communication very difficult. In addition, dense jungle covers much of the planet's surface, making it almost impossible to rely on visual inspection. Therefore, the current existence of the heresy is The quantity is unknown.

Nonetheless, he had no doubt that the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, despite being a newer regiment, was up to the challenge. Currently they are engaged in guerrilla warfare that relies on local terrain to consume the enemy's manpower.

You can refer to Documents 2 and 3 for details of current troop strength and casualty reports from the Karst Battle. In general, the Catachan 57th Regiment has completed the local greenskin cleanup.

But he wanted to draw everyone's attention to Attachment 4. Although he had great confidence in the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, he had submitted a seventh request for armored support to the staff.

The Gondwa system has seen the Ork threat before, and has defeated the green-skinned aliens many times. He had no doubt that with the Emperor's blessing, they would do the same thing again (see Appendix 5 for details).

All of the Emperor's warriors, from him and his staff officers to the soldiers on the battlefield in the dust of the Emperor's Wrath, are ready to clear out the heretical threat from Gondwar VI and continue the divine work of removing them from that The sub-sector was driven out of Imperial territory.

Their heroic Astra Militarum warriors are ready to face the enemy, prepared for the coming battle, and in good spirits.

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End of communication——

In the terrible Chaos Camp, Vincent is not a servant of the gods, a servant of the Space Marines, or a person who believes in power. He is not a mid-hive person in the hive city. However, Ru Ming can control the life and death of those noble nobles. He is wrong. The power of Chaos showed a desire more exciting than any other, and was even more fascinated by the power of the Space Marines.

He has been incorporated into the mortal troops of that ground force for a long time. He is responsible for communications, a position that is completely unnecessary. In that damn world, it is useless, everything is useless. The radio gifted by the gods is there. Letting out a hoarse roar, Lingke communication is also difficult to use due to the scarcity of Lingke users.

The gods were there, and Vincent took away the cortex created by the disease in his body, because the damn world was full of humid air, irreversible skin diseases and unclean water sources that kept his body corrupting.

"Damn..." Vincent looked at the communicator, which was almost scrap metal. He had had enough of his work. After the first failure, the Space Marines huddled up.

He needs human blood to satisfy his desires, and he needs sacrifices to the gods to heal his body.

But that world was always wrong with him, making his body sick and dizzy. The high temperature and sultry heat in the forest could kill a person at just thirty degrees.

A thick voice sounded, that was his master, the Submissive, a Space Marine, a former member of the Star Claw, a man who listened to the teachings of the Blackheart King.

"Mortal, have I received command from my Lord?"

Vincent knelt down on one knee. "My lord, absolutely not. Lord Black Heart King's message cannot pass through the magnetic field. That's why Lord Cweengar replied when he sent a message."

Then Vincent got punched so hard that he almost flew out and fell to the ground, his ribs almost broken, breaking out of his body.

"Asshole, I'm useless. Now go patrol the forest and give him the radio!"

Vincent lowered his head and picked up his laser gun. "No, my lord."

Such warm interactions were rare in that damn situation. The Space Marine poured out all the anger he had accumulated during Vengar's obedience training on his servant, and Vincent was useless because of his position. Become the unluckiest bastard.

In green-skinned terms, it is the ugliest fart. Even an green-skin would want to punch it.

The lost Vincent dragged his fragile body to the core of the camp. He began to enter the formation, but his traitor brothers did not welcome anyone. They were like frightened birds, talking about how terrible the forest was.

"Who am I? Why are you here?" The noble soldier who once served as the Iron Guard of the Astra Militarum pointed his automatic gun at Vincent.

"Has he been sent by his master to join the patrol?" Vincent raised his legs nervously to express that he had no intention of attacking, but he could still notice that the guys seemed to have not slept for months.

There were about 400 people in the full patrol, but why did Ruming only have less than 160 people? Because Vincent was often beaten, he was very used to missing details when conducting investigations, and his feeling of bad feelings became stronger and stronger.

The nobleman put away the firearm. "Go patrol now, now!"

He pulled Vincent to join the team, and the entire patrol entered the forest, but almost instantly, Vincent felt uncomfortable the moment he entered it.

His bulletproof armor was dripping with sweat. Everyone was lying on the ground. They barely dared to move, as if they would die. The hot and humid wind and thick rotting leaves in the forest were even more uncomfortable. They seemed to have penetrated into Vincent's clothes pervasively. Inside, bringing the blood-sucking leeches and putrid substances that aggravate skin diseases there into his fragile mortal skin.

"Why are we...it's not close to the camp!" Vincent went crazy. He believed that his brothers were crazy, but when he saw it, the noble soldiers pushed his head away.

At that moment, Vincent saw something strange. In the slit of the noble's gorgeous clothes, connected to the skin, hung the empire's... double-headed eagle emblem!

Vincent's head was almost short-circuited. He couldn't understand what was happening there, so he followed the man indifferently. Why did he carry the symbol of the empire and be in a high position (wrong with Vincent's high position).

There were too many changes tomorrow, and the wet itch brought by the forest made him miss his relatively dry job.

"380! Beam!" A sudden voice interrupted his thoughts. After a while, the team became restless. Aren't they a patrol? Why is it more like meat that has entered the wolf pack?

Vincent Ma raised his gun, but saw a thick overload beam across his cheek, hitting the body of his comrade next to him. The blood moistened his cheek, and the muscles were damaged by the huge overload. The cracking and the moistness of the soft tissue made him feel better, after all, it was quite clean.

If he doesn't have any illness...

Vincent took a deep breath, his adrenaline was secreting, and he looked around, but the dark and scary forest seemed to have no enemies at all.

Where did the beam come from? Where is the enemy? Vincent felt like his throat was being strangled, tears were rolling in his eyes, crazy thoughts were floating in his head, he begged to die!

He didn't dare to shoot, fearing that his position would be exposed, and he didn't dare to face the wrong enemy, fearing that they would kill him, but no matter how much he tried to escape, Ruming's current situation could not be changed.

He wanted to shout out and cry, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all, so he buried his head in the soil and listened to the whooshing sound of beams of light shooting at each other in the air.

The 160-man army was reduced by more than half in just five minutes. Although Vincent did long for blood, he could not get the blood of his own people...

His legs and arms were shaking, excitement, fear, all kinds of things mixed together, hitting his outer core. He could hear the voices of his teammates praying to the gods of chaos, but it was to no avail.

He could hear the forest uttering words, heresy, damn, maggot insults.

Vincent is completely incomprehensible. If he lies down, he lies down...

When a plasma leg grenade exploded next to him, his entire body was lifted open, and the "coal" made by the damp earth and the buffer caused by the deviation from the explosion point and the plasma hit his face.

His mind was empty, and a ray of light flashed, and the appearance of the noble soldier's amulet was very similar to the silver light in his mind, and he cried crazily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he shouldn't, he shouldn't, Emperor! Emperor!" He knelt on the ground, curled up, and worshiped the existence he despised piously. Countless things flashed through his mind. The abominable creature was at fault for his beatings and insults, and the Chaos Gods were at fault for his ignorance.

He cried, knelt down, and was pious, as if those terrible beings didn't notice him at all. When the bloody storm passed, there were only six people alive...

They looked at each other, and when Vincent saw the noble, he got up calmly and walked back to the camp with Vincent and the others.

Coming east, Vincent saw Veengar, the powerful former Red Angel. He was kneeling on the altar, chanting the Chaos Prayer, pious and powerful.

He raised his head, with dark skin and huge body, he looked at Vincent and several other people who came back, and sighed.

"Dead again? Our group of useless mortals! Aren't there just a few damn humans hiding in the forest?"

Veengar shook his head. "Now, we are responsible for organizing a new team. Remember, please be more careful during Dongji's operation. There were six people that time, which was very good. He remembered that there were only three people this time..."

Veengar gave the man from the east a very high command authority over the mortal troops. Compared with his tears, his servant must have experienced bloody storms and crazy counterattacks, and he killed those damned ones when the number of enemies was far greater than his own. Imperial Guard.

Then after the harrowing experience of only a few people left, they returned to the camp. They were not losers.

That's right, Vincent is not a loser. He took the badge representing Wengar and pinned it on his chest, knowing that he could say goodbye to those damn things. When he realized that his confinement had gotten better, he couldn't bear it. I feel happy outside my heart, but I also think about who gave me my experience?

His worship of the Space Marines was shattered by the Imperial Guard's defenses, and what little faith he had left in the Chaos Gods was completely festered, like his skin.

Look at him as clear as day, hungry and thirsty, as timid as a mouse, accompanied by death, living without dignity, and weak, just as weak as he was in the hive, tomorrow he will gain strength.

Vincent's skin became more itchy. He didn't know why he was in so much pain. Are the gods like this, the space warriors like this, and whether his initial betrayal was just because his boss betrayed him. He didn't want to To die is to join Chaos.

Those disgusting spells and damning prayers tainted his sanity. He had never seen the power of the Chaos Gods, but now he met the power of the Emperor...

That's not the problem of the Black-Hearted King. He consciously allowed many forces of chaos to avoid his tribe, but the corruption of ordinary people was by no means profound.

When those who were relatively pure and whose heads had not completely mutated were selected by their own kind, the situation completely changed.

The noble soldier pulled the people to another place. He never said a word, but the people followed him, because Vincent knew very well that the itching he felt was not given to him by someone.

They walked in unison and came to a secluded place in the camp. Was there a small church where the city people worshiped the emperor? The portrait of the emperor was hung on the wall, and the smoky sacred incense was floating. Vincent Taking a deep breath, I felt that all the diseases in my body were getting better.

There are already three people walking there. Their bodies may not have much variation, but they all have one characteristic. On their chests is Weengar's "gift", a badge of dominance.

They saw the newcomers arriving, Ma was laying out tufts, taking out hymns, and kept emphasizing.

"They came alive because of the Emperor's protection. They had no communication with the Imperial Guards, but they came alive."

"With the Emperor's presence, they took a detour, but Ruming was recognized."

After hearing this, Vincent felt sad for some reason. He knelt on the ground and looked at the golden saint.

"My lord..."

For the first time in that world, he felt warmth, expectation, and a sense of belonging. When he was in the hive city, people wrongly prayed and knelt down to the emperor. He understood everything.

Vincent held his head and cried. He curled up like a baby and was reborn in the Emperor's light.

At this moment, Vincent the Loyalist was born...