Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 191 Greetings from Comoros

The civilian use of Iron Gate is mature enough. At this moment, this planet is full of imperial residents. It is conservatively estimated that there are tens of millions of people living here for various reasons. It can be used as a notice of defensive warfare with sacred kraft paper and mounted with the holy seal of the state religion. Sent, Alan Byer had to admit, those people were probably worthless.

The plan above is to decorate the residential areas of the empire to change their appearance and pretend to be military equipment, such as ammunition warehouses or fuel warehouses, to help the imperial guards undertake the attack. To put it bluntly, it is to push the civilians into the fire pit. It is so on the surface, but behind it...

But Alan Bayer is not the so-called "Holy Mother", as long as those civilians can evacuate in time, misers and those who are lucky are waiting to be bombed into mud by aliens.

Fortunately, there are a lot of rational people, especially those who are opportunistic to resell things. Some time ago, countless civilian ships left, but the huge base also represented a shortage. Now the fare of the ship in Roaming Port has reached [-] throne coins. .

This is equivalent to two months' salary of a novice technical priest, and a soldier of the Imperial Guard has served for a year, because the throne coin is not cheap, and one throne coin can be exchanged for precious water in the hive. , it would take several kilograms of food to exchange for one.

The price of the ticket, that is, the price of life is so high, and there are countless civilians who stay in this world. Although many rich people dig "gold" here and leave, most of them just go bankrupt and have to stay.

The civilization is strong, but the society is weak, and the environment inside the Steel Gate has become bad in an instant. It is dirty and messy, and at the same time full of contradictions and plunder.

The Astral Army will not manage the common people, and there is no planetary governor here, so there is no PDF. The order of Port Roaming is maintained by those authentic gangs, or idlers, etc., rogue perverts.

The goal of the Astral Army has always been the countless powerful enemies of the empire, instead of focusing on those hooligans. In a society with no order at all, those who originally disrupted the order have become the leaders of the order.

But the departure of those with vested interests has also led to the complete collapse of the precarious order here. These things have nothing to do with the Imperial Guard. They need to be alert to the enemy's attack and stationed as a local defense force, but Alan Bayer is one of the few who needs it there. peaceful people.

The intelligence tavern arranged by Marcato is one of the few places in the empire where the external environment can be obtained. I don’t know how many secrets of the empire are kept there and how many agents are served there. After the start of the turmoil, that small place will also become a mob. place of patronage.

The lieutenant colonel looked at the order in his hand and maintained law and order... It was really not like an order from the general of the empire, but more like a planetary governor or the commander of the free port navy. However, the greatest benefit of Steel Gate to the empire is still defense, but this is not the case. It does not mean that safety and security are not important.

The Imperial Guard’s turning a blind eye to internal security is helpless. This mess is now even more rotten like mud. It can be said that this task means that you have to try to distinguish the citizens of the empire from the thugs, but Alan Bayer did not choose.

The reason for looking for him is that he is the only one who knows the importance of this mission, and has enough troops to suppress tens of millions of people. Skadi has strong internal discipline, and the chance of causing various troubles is also low.

Normally, this task should mobilize the stormtroopers to rescue, but the use of elites may scare the snakes. It can even be said that the maintenance of the environment is false, and the rescue goal is true. It takes more effort to make up for the lie, and this matter will inevitably bring reality.

The so-called truth is to maintain order to form a false military part, and let the enemy deliberately attack residential areas in exchange for strategic advantages. Both of these things need to be done for Alan Bayer, but the main goal is intelligence.

Responsibility, victory, those things must be borne by the officers of the empire, and those heroes cannot be blamed for returning to the field and becoming waste nobles, after all, human nature is like this.

"Staff, call the soldiers, we have work to do."

The chief of staff is taking care of his military uniform. As a staff officer of the Imperial Guard, his profession is more like a "vase" than a soldier. It is just a "vase" with great authority that can tear heresies and aliens open.

Appearance is also a compulsory course for him, which often makes Alan Baier care about his crumpled military uniform and messy head. After all, it is either a battleship or a trench.

"Let's find the soldiers after finishing it..." Alan Bayer finished speaking, picked up the disgusting strategic map, the servo skull shone with light, and used its loyal body to transmit the information on the tactical tablet.

Complicated lines and city interiors, a narrow three-dimensional view and a city composed of a lot of sundries and garbage, it is better to say that it is built on garbage than a city built on Steel Gate.

The recycle bin is almost the core of the city. Those devices were used by the Mechanicum to ensure that this huge asteroid fortress maintains a certain self-circulation ability to reduce the demand for external supplies. Now it has become the residence of the citizens of the empire. .

"Those hooligans who haven't left will definitely occupy the recycle bin, as long as their boss has a little foresight, collects resources, and gets a boat ticket."

Alan Baier thought about it, he would not think that those rogue-like guys might rob ships of the Imperial Guard, at least for a short time, those things dare not, but if those people gain a firm foothold and have certain manpower and material resources, they will In order to survive, he will trample on his own fear.

At least compared to the alien invasion, the Imperial Guard is obviously still human, something they can understand.

As for the primary goal, needless to say, think more, the infantry occupy those core recycling bins, clean up the armed local tyrants, and then incorporate or clean up those stupid things, if the opponent is so stupid that they don’t even occupy the recycling bins, then those people probably It's worthless, and it's better to kill directly.

The goal is determined, but the thoughts are messy. Every planning is at the fingertips. There is no so-called perfection, only adaptability, but the responsibility and seriousness of this matter is the meaning of Alan Bayer's life.

He needs to report his best plan to the soldiers surrounding him, but at the moment when the battle is slowly and clearly started, the sound of reporting suddenly begins to appear, 12 infantry companies are ready, and officers above the rank of second lieutenant are lined up neatly, Stand in line, move forward, and reach Alan Baier.

As soon as the thread of thought has come to an end, before the needle is threaded, the soldier is ready. He has no choice but to go to the battlefield.

"The 1st to 12th companies of Skadi's only regiment obeyed the order and drove to the Chimera. The sentries were ignored. We moved forward from several main tunnels and used the Chimera armored vehicle as a cover to suppress the mob."

"Propaganda along the way, asking to give way and cooperate, we have to occupy the recycling bin area, and remember, your own life comes first, if there are thugs who appear after the warning, they will be killed first."

Then, with a crisp answer, the extremely fast mobilization began. Several Chimeras slowly walked out of the armory, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard following behind were even more elite among the elite.

Skadi's dispatch made other members of the Imperial Guard look sideways. After all, today's hot and powerful regiment is like a hero like a space warrior, and no matter what the situation is, it is absolutely extraordinary.

The officers of the Imperial Guard quickly realized that someone had done the mess here, and they were glad that they did not suppress the civilians themselves, because those mobs were not easy to deal with when they went crazy.

The smell of promethium in the pipes permeates, and the cold metal in the absolute vacuum protects human beings from this cold and hopeless void, whether it is physical or spiritual.

The humming of Imperial engines drew the living, and the situation in the settlements frowned upon, death, gruesome death, and the many thugs who tormented the weak in the streets.

And the poor victim was hung by the spiked and disgusting chain, and the man covered by the red cloth seemed to be almost dead. If it weren't for the convulsions of those thugs who scratched his skin with their blades, Alan Bai Er must have thought he had gone to the Emperor.

Here, the order has collapsed, and between the narrow streets and cage-like houses that are no more than two parallel Chimeras, the things that have been transformed with pure gold can't protect anything.

The ground is covered with hallucinogenic drug needles, wine bottles, and packaging bags of starch lumps, human corpses, and the faces of those dead people are twisted and struggling, and their bodies are tattered, as if they have suffered many abnormal tortures.

"It's disgusting..." The chief of staff looked at this from the Chimera cab, and he could feel the despair on the ground through the narrow observation hole, but he still turned on the equipment and used the sacred grille to amplify his voice, so that News of the arrival of the Imperial Guard can appear.

"Here is the Imperial Guard, Skadi's only infantry regiment. Now requisition this area, requisition this road, citizens of the Empire, please step aside. If you do not act immediately, we can judge you on the spot according to our own rights and responsibilities. heresy!"

"Repeat again! This is the Imperial Guard, Skadi's only infantry regiment, now requisition this area, requisition this road, citizens of the empire, please step aside, if you don't take action immediately, we can follow our own rights and responsibilities, on the spot Condemn you as a heretic!"

Alan Bayer watched the guys who abused the imperial guards in front of them leave, even though they were fast, they still spoke. "Shoot them, and those things will be a scourge if they escape."

Whoosh whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the Chimera's car gun instantly beat those rotten people into rotten flesh, and the gothic pattern on their faces that represented the hive gang burst instantly, and the razor used to abuse the citizens of the empire fell to the ground in their hands .

Sometimes it's like this, you can't tell what is human nature, what is good, what is bad, Alan Baier doesn't even know why this group of perverts abused this poor imperial citizen, and when the Chimera slowly drove away, the imperial The guards stepped on the flesh and blood, and the imperial citizen was dying, but he couldn't waste time and bullets for him, he could only wait for his death slowly.

But the pain of his life was over, those demonic brethren dead, and he could find peace when his soul returned to the Emperor, among the thousands and millions of souls who worshiped the Lord of Men in the Warp.

But after the imperial guards moved away, a tall and thin Eldar in pitch-black armor appeared amid the abnormally blurred flickering in the air of the open space. Strange alien micro-devices were recovered from those corpses.

Concealment is what the Dark Eldar love, and the chaos brought about by conspiratorial murders is even more satisfying. This tall alien walked in front of someone who was considered incurable by the Imperial Guard. Hanging like a duck, almost all the skin and flesh were pulled out, dying, only the blood dried up on his body, and the internal organs and muscles squirmed to maintain his poor life.

His appearance and his name were no longer important, in fact, when he was caught, he was already a dead man.

The alien's white mask was like a skull, and the carapace armor and gauntlets brushed against the living body exposed to the air, enjoying the terrible death.

Next, he took out a thin needle and pierced it into the living body. Soon, his weak body began to tremble continuously, and the skin began to heal, but this was not salvation, but abuse.

Healing with an abnormal speed of repair, how to describe this feeling, it is probably the soreness after muscle fatigue, magnified thousands of times and itching at the same time, I can't wait for people to take away my own flesh and blood.

The poor survivor kept wriggling and trembling, and his skin began to repair, but even after being abused like that, the pitiful soul, which was so numb that he couldn't cry out, couldn't help but start to howl at this moment.

Nausea, pain, if there is any sympathetic creature, it will definitely lend a helping hand to him, even an orc will shoot to end the life of this hapless shrimp, but the thing from Comoros is shaking her body, she is...

Panting?
And when the poor man passed out, the Eldar untied his shoulder blades, which were fixed by chains. It was hard to imagine that that slender body could hold an adult with one hand, just like hugging anything, pets or Toddler-like.

The unlucky guy was locked in a metal cage, and he was taken to the outskirts of the city that once belonged to them. An "Imperial Transport Ship" was waiting. The ship used heat to cut through the outer walls of the asteroid city, And pretend it's an abandoned device parked here.

But the inside of that thing is very lively, heretical equipment, colorful spikes and howls, and more dark gothic decorations, it has to make people feel that this group of aliens have terrible taste.

But compared to the taste, their own bad taste is even more terrible. When a Xueling with four or six or seven or eight arms came to inspect the goods, she looked at the imperial residents in the cage with satisfaction, and stood up. Stretching out his plump body, he approached a larger human male.

And this monster made the man scream, but that feeling was not enough. She took out the Dark Eldar alien device called the Mask of Annoyance, and adjusted the power to the maximum.

The hallucinations of the death of relatives kept appearing, this poor human citizen saw hell, and then the blood-ling man observed his reaction, then nodded, took him to his laboratory, and slowly "tasted".

But just as she took a few steps, the consul in ghost plate armor stopped the lord. "Don't play badly, he needs the goods we brought back to Comoros, and the Imperial Guard is here, and the plan is to speed up."

The Xueling just glanced at that person, then continued to move forward, stepping over him...

In this way, although I don't know how the fate will be arranged, this dark universe will always surprise people...

(End of this chapter)