Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 17 Second Lieutenant Alan Bair
diary
Written by: Lieutenant Alan Bair
Recorded in: The second day of stationing at Outpost No. [-]
Content: I survived, in the forest, during the attack of the greenskins, among all the horrors you can imagine, but the veterans all bid farewell to us.

The fight with the greenskins gave them one last bit of time, but when the captain's head was severed by the greenskins' machine, I nearly passed out.

Facts have proved that their sacrifices are still meaningful. The green skins did not occupy this place, nor did they get a springboard to attack Karoo City. When a large number of soldiers came from the capital to support them, the green skins quickly retreated.

Because of my outstanding performance, I was promoted to a major rank, and both captain and lieutenant became school ranks. My body will be buried here with honor... in a place I can't find in Karoo City.

Anyone else... probably a starch factory?
Although I would prefer that everyone is alive, it is a done deal.

The staff officer said that he applied for a set of carapace armor and a hell gun for me, and they will be supported with the arrival of the next recruit unit.

In other words, the Ministry of Military Affairs recognizes that the soldiers here are honorable, strong, determined and strong enough to bear the heavy responsibility of the empire.

Or maybe they think I can do it and others can't.

Who knows, maybe if it wasn't for the urgency of the war, I might have left here, went to the training department of the Astral Army to rebuild, and came out to become an organization similar to the Stormtrooper Reserve...

But in any case, there are only five people in the entire outpost now, and most of the five people are injured, which makes it difficult for me to sleep. The night always feels long. Although the staff and four additional platoons are stationed here, the feeling of loneliness is still there Did not disperse.

Alan Baier sat on the battlements with a pen in his hand, watching the other platoons clean up the green-skinned corpses all over the place, and the flamethrower spit out flames.

The staff officer was standing next to him, looking at the mess everywhere, eating.

To be honest, the smell from the burning mushrooms was unbearable, but the staff officer still didn't care.

He heated the can, then broke apart the mashed starch lumps and put them into the meat oil to mash, and ate them spoonful by spoonful.

He chewed and said. "Sorry, I can't stay here for too long, the main front is still defending, and there are wars everywhere."

"You've done a good job. A new supplementary platoon will arrive tomorrow, along with the weapons and armor I promised you."

Alan Baier looked at the battlefield with mixed feelings in his heart. "Am I worth it? Or are we worth it?"

"The veterans are better, and the honor and glory of the empire rest on them."

The war yesterday was still vivid in his memory, the pain and the loss of people he knew, that kind of feeling made Alan Baier uncomfortable.

The staff officer didn't say anything about the truth, or about the empire or the emperor, he just said. "The recruits are the source of the veterans. Human beings live today only because everyone is performing their duties."

"If you really feel that you owe something, then..." After eating the meat paste, he took out his kettle, poured hot water into the can, soaked the last bit of greasy and starch, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Live." After he finished speaking, he stood up and pointed to the distance.

"Forest, see? It wants to take your life."

He pointed to the green-skinned corpse on the ground. "Alien, see? It also wants to take your life."

"You're sitting here, moping, saying, come on, shoot me, kill me."

"Is this interesting?"

Alan Baier sighed. "No, thank you, sir."

He stood up, picked up his weapon, and walked to his bedroom, which was empty.

The staff officer knew that he still needed a little time, a little time.

Farther to the south, next to the ruins of the human city, One Eye was lowering his head and kicking the stones on the side of the road violently. He complained in his heart that the boss of Death Skull had ruined his plan.

He didn't want the boys to cause a waaaagh at all, they lost too many boys now, and his destruction was disrupted by the attack.

He could have wiped out that camp silently, but the stupid war boss only cares about having enough fun.

Well, One-Eyed will do the same, he probably doesn't care how many people his kid dies, he only cares about whether he has enough waaagh.

It's better to say that this is a common problem of green-skinned warlords. Now that the sentry has not been taken down, the boy suffered heavy losses, and he still blames himself.

Even his special operations boy was killed by those two shrimps that made his teeth itch.

The best thing is that Gan Luo, who wanted to get his weapon, is not dead yet, and he is such a kid, why isn't he dead?
At this moment, a few Grits passed by, pointing and mocking this failed blood axe. Well, blood ax is really annoying among green skins, but it's not something you can point at.

He drew his pistol, boomed, and smashed two grits inside with three rounds.

The boss of the dead head, the warlord is far away, seeing this situation, he still doesn't forget to mock the poor blood axe.

"That's it? That's your plan?"

One-eyed cursed. "You should do as I tell you!"

The dead head orc boss scolded back. "Why, you think my waagh is not good?"

"Your rotten fish and rotten shrimp, can your sneaky plan break the defense of human shrimp?"

One-eyed scolded back. "Those shrimp are going to want to take the city back. They're going to attack soon because they know a lot of your boys are gone."

The war boss's red eyes narrowed.

"Are you saying a bunch of my kids got killed? Who do you think you are? Some kind of fight counting nerd? I didn't get a bunch of my kids killed."

One-eyed immediately retorted. "Who didn't use waaagh to take down Xiami's fortress."

"You!" The war leader was irritated, but he didn't call out in anger, he seemed to have other plans.

he shouted. "It's not a lot. It's just a few."

"In addition, there are more boys on the way to the shrimp base. Just wait and see."

"There will be more boys. Soon, after we pound more shrimp and take over the giant shrimp city, before you know it, my warband will become a real Waaagh!"

As if suddenly remembering whom he was talking to, the war boss growled again.

"I don't have to tell you anything anyway. Just do as I tell you."

"You nasty Bloodaxe orc."

One-eyed was scolded with spit all over his face, and his anger swelled in his heart. Soon, he noticed the words of the orc boss, this warlord has more boys?
One-eyed is sharpening his blade, as long as he kills this warlord, he can get this tribe instead of him...

mercenary?Greenskins don't have that kind of thing, it's just that he wants to play tricks, and soon, the name of this tribe will become the Bloodaxe tribe.

　Corpse starch is a meme and a translation issue. In fact, those starches are a by-product of promethium production. They are rich in nutrients and are somewhat similar to soybean powder. It takes more space because there is a hive world nearby. (protagonist's hometown)

　　The souls of the soldiers have already returned to the throne, and their corpses have been buried in the ground. It is impossible to transport them back, and most of them are buried.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)