Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 13 Greenskin Attack
In the binoculars, the guy who opened the forest was wearing pitch-black clothes, blending in with the environment. He had a huge pistol on his waist, which was about the height of a normal human being. The pistol was as tall as half a beam gun.

Compared to its loud, voluminous counterparts, it appears unsociably quiet, even dangerous...

Alan Bayer was about to shout out that there was a green skin, when he saw it suddenly looked at his position, took out his big pistol, and made a gesture of firing, and then the barrel trembled violently.

Alan Baier immediately retracted into the bunker, his body was almost limp, and then he quickly realized that there was no way he could be faster than a bullet, the green skin didn't shoot at all, and no one was even shot except him. I knew that green skin was coming.

He quickly flashed a word in his mind, special warfare boy...

The lieutenant and captain asked immediately after seeing Alan Baier's abnormality. "Sergeant, what did you find?"

Alan Baier took a few long breaths. "Greenskin, I saw a greenskin fully dressed and blending with the forest."

They immediately became vigilant, looked around but found nothing, and comforted Alan Baier.

"Recruits, don't have that kind of green skins, it's okay, they will only be noisy, chirping and charging, and they won't hide themselves." The captain looked around, as if the bullet would shoot in the next second.

The lieutenant touched his shoulder directly to calm him down.

But Alan Baier has not crawled out for a long time in the fear just now. There is no doubt that if the green skin is not afraid of the gunshots to expose himself, then he has closed his eyes and went to see the emperor now.

Time passed by, and the two lieutenants still didn't find the so-called orcs. They comforted Alan Bair just thinking too much, and it was impossible for the orcs to plan a real attack.

At this moment, Mr. John also took his teammates up to the second floor. "Platoon leader, it's time for our shift change."

Like a caring big sister, the lieutenant led Alan Baier down to his room, but no matter what, he firmly believed that he was not an illusion.

In my own room, my thoughts are constantly chaotic, will the attack come?won't you?What is that green skin doing?Will I die?
When the panting became short, Alan Baier realized for the first time that he was so fragile, no different from those recruits.

But waiting will only lead to death. He walked out the door, left the room, and took the laser gun that he had carefully cleaned. No matter what, his comrades had to guard it by themselves.

The outpost is not big, with ditches and barbed wire fences constantly, and the light of the Lumen Tower can illuminate the entire outpost for a kilometer.

There is no doubt that his worry should be illogical, but the uneasy feeling can't go away for a long time.

He walked out of the room and into the trench, which was basically deserted except for a handful of maintenance crews who were refitting the heavy bolter so it could work with the best attitude.

Or put a large amount of exploding explosive ammunition on the ground near the front line, bury it in the soil, pull out the wires, install pressure plates to make simple mines to strengthen the fortifications, but even so, the large amount of explosives in the warehouse is still useless The number of veterans who can handle such a thing is not enough.

There were four platoons stationed in this place before, but now it is empty, and a large number of personal items can be seen in many rooms, and corpses?
Maybe they were dragged back to their home planet, but Alan Baier felt that the unknown soldier of the Empire might have become a...

He sighed, no matter what, he could still eat, otherwise he would become one of them.

But now the defensive strength of the sentry tower is sufficient, relying on explosives and the supplies they just brought, as well as the trenches, barbed wire, walls, and bombs built by the empire.

No amount of boys can break through their defenses because they have five heavy bolters!

But Alan Bayer quickly realized that this place should be quite important, otherwise there would not be so many defensive forces, and it might directly border a certain greenskin tribe.

Then he smiled wryly again.

"Did you perform too well?"

Maybe it was a bit too hard, their team was definitely not as elite as they showed, he pursed his lips, looked at the dark forest, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Until a sudden battle cry broke the silence, it was a sound he didn't want to hear in his life.

"waaaaagh!"

After the sound appeared, the entire sentry tower seemed to be twisted like a clockwork. The veterans climbed into the trenches, someone drove a heavy bomber, and the lieutenant immediately joined the battlefield.

The lieutenant and captain entered the battle line, their vigilance was not at all the style of the soldiers just now.

In just 1 minute, soldiers filled the front line, the sentry tower is not big, and attacks may occur from all directions in the forest.

This forest has changed from a dark and terrifying forest to a forest where a lot of green skins will appear anytime and anywhere.

The air was as condensed as water, only the soldiers panting lightly, and the sound of bolt chains and guns hitting metal.

And his own soldiers came the latest, the veterans only took 1 minute, but they took 2 minutes, which made the atmosphere awkward.

Many veterans who survived pointed to them, and also commented that their platoon leader might not be good.

Alan Bayer didn't bother to care about it, and he really couldn't compare with the veterans.

But the lieutenant suddenly stopped him by the shoulder and put his arm in his arms.

"Don't point and point, this child belongs to my mother! If you don't accept it, let's fight?!"

Alan Baier pushed away with a blushing face. "I don't need your protection. After I join the eleventh tax, I am a soldier of the empire, not a commoner."

"And I will accept all your dissatisfaction with me. I will not ignore my shortcomings. If I can't face them and fix them, I will be killed by the green skins!"

The soldiers were silent. Faced with this kind of awareness, most ordinary people can't do it when they just go to the battlefield. Faced with the reality that they are weak waste.

A lot of people think they're special until the guns tell them it's all fake.

Soon the veterans had nothing to say, and Alan Baier only faced a warmer embrace from the lieutenant...

"Cough... that's enough..." He pushed the strong woman away again, but to be honest, he could feel the softness on his cheeks, after all, she was also a beautiful woman.

But this kind of ambiguity didn't last long. When the buzzing sound roared, it brought Alan Bayer back to the war.

It was a rumbling machine belching black smoke, a large disc saw cutting through the thick roots of ferns and letting them fall.

"God-emperor, it's an orc's walker, heavy bomber, shoot!"

(End of this chapter)