Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

I have to say, many people will see a majestic high-rise building, or a magnificent palace-like thing and think about it when it collapses. It will definitely be very spectacular. The bigger the thing, the more satisfying it is when it collapses and collapses. Kind of. Weird and quite good, kind of refreshing.

Like cool guns, huge mechas and a majestic flying cathedral? The roar of heavy tanks, the explosions that resounded across the earth, and those demigod warriors one or two stories high, maybe this is the romance of men? You know, the penchant for oversized things and things that make a lot of noise, like a motor oil guy.

Well, I may know why the Emperor always likes this kind of big guy, which is extremely big and can be stacked in any size. This is "romantic", isn't it?

But it's one thing when you look at it, but when those big things hit you, you may not find it so romantic. This is the case with the current Captain Eisenstein.

The golden power armor stood up from a large piece of rubble and gravel. The company commander stood up slowly. Countless particles of dust and building debris rolled down one by one from his shoulders and head. Aisen Stan looked ashen as a tired miner returning from the mines.

In a sense, this is true. After all, the miners are there to break some ores that the empire needs, and the Astartes' job is also to break some things, but the things they break do not need to be remade or reused. Just smash it into pieces, then leave the body there and hand it over to the guards who are cleaning up the battlefield.

Ah, you know, use flamethrowers, crushers, etc. to clean them up. If they are bigger, you need to call someone from the Mechanicus to take a chain saw to cut them into eight pieces and burn them in different parts. , after all, dismantling the body of an orc boss or big demon is no different from dismantling a tank.

Perhaps the biggest difference from the miners is that Eisenstein's "tool" is not a chisel, but a chainsword. The company commander pulled out his sword from the rubble, and he thrust the sword into the On the large piece of gravel in front of him, he stepped on the stone and climbed over.

Eisenstein fell to the ground and patted his dusty head. Large swaths of dust rolled down from his head. At the same time, the company commander also turned his head and noticed Bell running towards him.

Bell, who had a pharmacist's white shoulder armor and a double-helix serpent doctor's logo on his shoulder, ran over and approached from a distance with a gun in one hand, "Are you injured? Company Commander, I need to check you out."

"You are always like this, caring about others first and completely ignoring your own injuries, Bell." Eisenstein raised his head slightly and pointed at the bolt gun bullet hole on Bell's shoulder. The black hole was torn by the blue bullet hole. A hole was left on the shoulder of the armor that exploded and collapsed, and traces of dried blood still remained on the edge of the hole.

Bell followed the company commander's fingers and glanced at his shoulder. He moved his shoulder slightly. The tearing pain caused Bell's expression to change subconsciously, but he quickly controlled it. The change in his expression calmed down almost instantly without anyone noticing, and there was no hint that he was injured.

But the brief change of micro-expression was still captured by Eisenstein. He turned around and pulled out his chain sword from the gravel, "We need you alive, brother, we and the Emperor all, let's give it to you first." Treat yourself."

"I'm fine, Captain, it's just a small scratch. I need to scan your body immediately. You just had a fight with a World Eater. I saw him knock you to the ground, not to mention you were also beaten." If the entire tall building falls down, you will most likely suffer concussion, internal bleeding, etc. "

"I'm fine, Bell. This is what I call a small scratch." Eisenstein said and pointed at the scar on his face with his fingers. He walked over to Bell and patted his shoulder gently, and that A slight slap was enough to cause a sharp pain from Bell's bullet wound.

Bell's expression immediately became distorted, but he quickly looked at Eisenstein beside him and quickly suppressed the pain.

Eisenstein smiled and hung the chain sword on his magnetic belt. The chain saw was quickly fixed in place by the built-in magnetic lock. When the company commander let go, there was no sword belt or hanging strap hanging on it. The chain sword he wore was firmly attached to his waist.

"I'll treat your injuries now. I can do my examination later. For now, I have other things to do." Eisenstein said, striding toward the fountain in the square. He looked towards the fountain that was still there. Walking towards the fountain which was in ruins during the war.

The huge fountain was obviously an attraction in this neighborhood. There were layers of angel statues standing on it. Those young baby angels spread their wings and flew to and stood around the towering fountain water jets. Each angel is holding a ceramic water bottle with a water outlet at the mouth.

In the huge pool below the main body of the fountain, horses with mermaid tails galloped in the water. Those fit horses ran and jumped around the pool. They were carefully polished by skilled craftsmen, and almost every mane hair was polished. The mane of the carved head is dancing with the movements.

Eisenstein had seen the appearance of the fountain when it was activated. Although he still did not remember much about his childhood memories before joining the battle group, the only images that remained in his mind were due to the passage of time, and there were millions of them over the centuries. It became blurred due to a fierce battle, and he could hardly recognize what those memory fragments represented, their time, significance and when and where.

But the fountain existed very clearly in his memory. Eisenstein didn't know why he was here at that time and when he came here, but when he saw the magnificent fountain, his ears were filled with excitement. There will be the cheers of the crowd, the beautiful colors of ribbons and petals falling from the sky, and of course, the wonderful scene of the fountain starting up.

But now, this place is completely different from the impression in my memory. The reason is also very simple. The fountain has almost completely collapsed and shattered. Only a few angel statues are still flying around the main body. The rest have been destroyed. The flying bullets made it look like it was mutilated.

Almost all the horses in the pool below it collapsed. The once impressive and exquisite horse head was now only partially exposed with supporting steel bars underneath, attached to it like the remains of brain tissue after being shot in the head. The gravel can still be seen.

Eisenstein walked towards the fountain that was almost completely destroyed. Now, the towering fountain is just like the city. Only the broken walls are left standing under the gray sky. It still stands, but it is also Lost its once dazzling look.

Also standing like him are its guardians. The city's tenacious guards are still standing here. Eisenstein walked from the outside of the fountain. He turned his head and looked at the groups of people on both sides of the surrounding area. Guardsmen.

Soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms of the Defense Forces and black uniforms of Tadashi Academy were cleaning the battlefield around them. They dragged away and piled up corpses one after another. The corpses of the loyal soldiers of the empire were neatly separated. Placed in the open space next to the fountain, covered with white cloth.

Those white cloths looked like the white curtains they tore off from people's homes in the surrounding residential areas. They were cut and shredded into pieces of white shrouds. Although this was not very decent, it was compared to the other side. The chaotic mutants can be said to be one in the sky and one on the ground.

The corpses of the mutants were piled together randomly, and the inhuman corpses were thrown on top casually by the guards carrying their hands and feet. They looked different, but they were all definitely Chaos Mutants. The bodies were piled into a hill.

Eisenstein watched as the last ram-headed mutant corpse was thrown away. The two guards responsible for discarding the corpse stood aside and clapped their hands, as if trying to get rid of the stinky smell of mutant offal from their bodies. Similar.

But I don’t know if they can disperse it, but those mutant corpses composed of stinking sheep, cows or God knows what kind of creatures will be dispersed soon. Another guard standing next to the two guards is carrying a large bucket. He poured a large amount of fuel on the corpse with a gasoline barrel, then took out a lighter from his arms, lit it and threw it on the mountain of corpses.

Almost instantly, the pile of corpses burned. The raging fire quickly spread upwards from the mutant corpses at the end. Their manes became an excellent source of fire. In the blink of an eye, the hill became like a bonfire party fire. So bright.

But Eisenstein can be sure that the soldiers around him did not feel even a little bit happy after winning the battle, and there was not even the slightest smile on their faces. Everyone was cleaning the battlefield expressionlessly, and started again. Pile the dumped sandbags and ballistic shield walls back, or sit on the surrounding debris to check your weapons.

They did not feel any sense of relaxation. There was a sense of solemnity in the entire square, and a depressing atmosphere shrouded the entire fountain and even the entire city. This place was no longer the prosperous nest before the war. This was a battlefield, and a tragic battle could break out at any time. Street fighting battlefield.

Eisenstein walked to the open space in front of the fountain, and Bell followed him with a gun. He stopped and stood behind the company commander and glanced at Dean Cullen who was sitting on the automatic cannon. He was sitting alone. There, his face was full of fatigue, and his military uniform was already covered with dust and black bloodstains. It had become a completely different world from the military uniform that once fully complied with the dress code in the academy.

"Your students are soldiers now, Commander, you fought well." Eisenstein looked at Cullen in front of him and said calmly. There was no trace of extra emotion in his voice, it was the purest kind. , the kind of discourse that leaves no room for any other interpretation.

Cullen raised his dirty hair and looked at the Imperial Fist in front of him. He grabbed the laser gun in his hand. Cullen looked at the soldiers moving in the ruins around him, with the same expression without any emotion. Eisenstein responded with cold words.

"Please accept my gratitude, sir. If it hadn't been for your timely appearance, we would all have been dead and our position would have been lost."

"No, you don't need to express your gratitude to me. You have been holding on to the Moscow Hive alone for more than a week without any large-scale participation of loyalist Astartes to assist you. You and your warriors, in the rebel star The warriors and their servants held on for so long, still holding on to control the main part of the city."

Eisenstein unabashedly put his iron fist on his chest and bowed his head in salute, "You have achieved a miracle. In fact, when I made an estimate to Marshal Vito Constantine, I thought that you are the most If you persist for three days, you will collapse, but you did not, so please accept my apology and high respect, Commander."

"My pleasure, sir." Cullen said quite calmly. There was no sense of pride in his words. He was too tired. The days of fighting here were like years. Every day, his soldiers died in pieces, and the roster was reduced in one day. It had to be deleted several times, until finally Cullen could no longer remember the name of his new warrior.

Everyone is like this. Before the battle started, they would introduce each other, chat and laugh together, but now, everyone can't even say a word except when fighting. No one is introducing themselves, no one is laughing together. , there are only gunshots and the silence before the gunshots.

Bell glanced at Eisenstein in front of him. The company commander looked at the slightly depressed Cullen and raised his head slightly. "You are very depressed, commander. Do you still believe that we will win?"

"I believe."

"Really? You don't need to lie to me. I'm not a political commissar and I won't execute you."

"I do believe, my lord. In fact, do we have any other choice but to believe in victory? Victory or death, that's all."

Cullen raised his head and looked at Eisenstein with his calm, gray eyes. The company commander looked into his eyes in silence for a moment and then nodded slightly in confirmation, "Very good, my brother and I were looking for your commander-in-chief. I don’t know if he is still alive, but we did not find him, so we came here by accident and participated in the battle.”

"I believe the Commander-in-Chief is still alive. He is the Emperor's golden-armored guard. The Imperial Guard is not that easy to die."

"Do you know his location? Commander."

"No, sir, I don't know. The last time I contacted the Commander-in-Chief was two days ago. Since the Central Defense Headquarters in the Moscow Hive was occupied by traitors, communications in the Hive have been intermittent."

Cullen said as he still sat on the automatic cannon. Bell looked at the tired commander. The place where he sat was surrounded by the dried remains of corpses. They were stuck to the cannon like some kind of strange plasticine. Cullen sat down. There seemed to be no intention of moving between them.

He didn't even jump down to salute or kneel down because there were two Astartes in front of him, but Bell knew that he was not disrespectful, but simply too tired, so tired that he no longer wanted to think about those meaningless questions. If you offend the Emperor's Death Angel in front of you, then let them execute you, and you can escape from this hellish defensive duty.

But he was lucky, or unlucky. Eisenstein was not angry because of this rude behavior. In normal times, he would have angrily denounced this kind of undisciplined and etiquette behavior. After all, Donne's sons are all a stickler. They will respect those mortals who fought with blood and won their respect with their blood. At this moment, the sons of Dorne will treat them as equals, if their brothers do that.

"You did indeed do it. I believe you can report the situation to me on behalf of your commander-in-chief, so please start, commander, and tell me the defense situation of the hive."

"Our troops were scattered. I took my own soldiers and the gathered skirmishers to reorganize a battalion, although there are not many left now."

"But we are still continuing the street fighting according to the order to delay the advance of the Chaos traitors, sir." Cullen said softly as he looked around at the soldiers. Eisenstein also looked at them and nodded slightly.

Cullen shrugged slightly and sighed tiredly, "The main orbital defense system has been destroyed. The Chaos Astartes found those firing positions very well. They took out most of the orbital air defense positions through quick decapitation strikes. , especially the central fortress. Although the defenders there put up desperate resistance, they ultimately failed to block the attack of possibly a company of traitor Astartes. "

"Since then, the main defensive position has been lost. We have broken into pieces according to the commander-in-chief's order, leading the civilians in the city who have not yet evacuated to fight street battles everywhere. We rely on spreading out to force the traitors to spend more money. Time to clear us out to delay their attack."

This is a very brutal way of stalling. The scattered defense forces will be further dispersed. Most of them lack effective heavy weapons. It is okay to just fight against the Chaos servants, but if their crossfire attracts traitors, Astartes, only death awaits.

But it is precisely through this extremely brutal combat method that the defenders, who crawl like ants throughout the entire hive city, can fight guerrillas through the extremely complex streets and underground structures of the hive city, attacking and delaying the traitors from everywhere. Following their footsteps, they are busy suppressing and destroying guerrilla forces everywhere.

To put it bluntly, the current Guardsmen are using their lives to delay the pace of Chaos. The annihilation of each army is to delay the traitors for even a second, so that the subspace storm weakens and the Imperial reinforcements enter the solar system. That moment is delayed.

"We have suffered serious attrition. Several regiments we fought together before have been wiped out. There are more than a dozen battalions under my command now. Their troop structure has completely collapsed and they are now being reduced to pieces. Then we found the troops who were still fighting and continued to resist.”

"Their loyalty is respectable. Commander, these soldiers could have chosen to escape or surrender, but they still chose to continue fighting with weapons and delay that time with their lives." Eisenstein said with respect, as if As before, the respect was not compromised in the slightest, it was all the respect an Astartes could express.

Cullen just shrugged slightly, as if he had no particular reaction to the respect, "Not entirely, we received a group of deserters before, who escaped from the central fortress. They were panicking like crazy."

"Crazy? Are you saying they have been corrupted by Chaos?"

"I don't know, sir, maybe they're just scared. They're yelling like crazy about the Warmaster coming, that he's right here, and that we're all going to die."

Cullen said expressionlessly. Eisenstein and Bell in front of him immediately noticed the word "War Commander" and frowned after looking at each other.

After a moment of contemplation, Eisenstein looked at Cullen and asked, "Did they say anything else?" "Huh? Ah, just some words that shook the morale of the army, urging us to run away, etc. After that, they had the regiment-level political commissar be killed."

"They saw Abaddon? Here?" Bell whispered after approaching Eisenstein, as if to prevent Cullen or anyone from hearing.

Eisenstein turned his head slightly and glanced at Bell. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly, "These guards don't know who Abaddon is or what he looks like. There is certainly no one among those traitors who dares to pretend to be the War Commander. Abaddon Judging from what Loken said, he would not use such an easy strategy as a substitute. He probably told the guards himself and asked them to spread the news of his arrival as a provocation to the marshal. "

"Although his "messengers" were killed by the political commissar before they could get very far, and the news about him was almost not spread."

"Two adults? What happened?" Cullen asked in confusion as he sat in front of the two Astartes. Eisenstein looked back after he and Bell looked at each other and nodded in affirmation. He stared at Cullen in front of him. He nodded slightly.

"We will bring the news you told us back to the palace, and I will personally report your courage to the marshal. Commander, what is your name? I believe the marshal will want to know."

Eisenstein said quite seriously, and Cullen raised one of his arms and gave a tired, not-so-standard military salute, "Stephen Cullen, dean of the Artillery Department of Chuji College."

"Very good. It's an honor to meet you, Dean Cullen. I am Captain Eisenstein Batalov. I hope you and I will meet again after the war." Eisenstein extended his big hand. , that thick arm stretched out to Cullen, who was sitting on the automatic cannon and therefore at the same height as Eisenstein, as if shaking hands with another Astartes brother.

"Me too, Captain Eisenstein, I swear that we will continue to fight until the blood is shed." "I believe you will, Dean. May the Emperor protect and guide your path."

"May he guide you, Captain, I believe you will also need it." Cullen said, reaching out and holding Eisenstein's hand, although the Astartes shaking hands with mortals looked quite funny, the size was completely It's disproportionate, but that doesn't affect the atmosphere at the moment at all.

After Eisenstein shook hands with Cullen, he turned and walked towards the edge of the square, where a Thunderhawk was parked steadily. Bell followed suit in large strides. He followed the company commander from between the ruins of the fountain with his gun in hand. The Thunder Eagle and the tired soldiers on both sides looked at them and watched them leave.

"Company Commander, if Abaddon really appears here, then we must." "Tell the marshal, yes, and as fast as possible."

Cullen sat on the autocannon and watched the Thunderhawk taking off. The golden Thunderhawk fighter spewed flames and rose from the ruins of the high-rise buildings in the hive city. Then, as the vector nozzle turned, it suddenly sprayed out a stream of fire. The Thunder Eagle flew towards the ruins of the city and disappeared from Cullen's sight.

He watched the disappearing Thunder Eagle and stood up with a sigh. He stood on the base of the automatic cannon full of corpses and looked at another street beside the square, where a group of mutants and evil spirits rushed out from the corner of the square. Cultists, they roared and charged in groups, waving their weapons.

Regardless of his back standing under the gray light, suddenly a golden light shot out from the clouds, and the beam shone on the dean. That may be the last figure of Stephen Cullen, but he will not be afraid. .

"Get ready to fight!" In the light, Stephen Cullen raised his laser gun and pulled the bolt suddenly.