Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 230
Out of ammunition, exhausted, few and precious, those veterans who inherited the nobility and chivalry in this era are romantic, stupid, but also pragmatists.

This mine is small in size (compared to a real battlefield), and there is no shelter except for the cave rock-like ice. It seems to be invulnerable, especially when a large number of beastmen and cultists are entrenched in it, it is almost impossible to enter it.

At present, the Imperial Guard has no weapons to enter by storm, and the ammunition of various weapons is gradually insufficient. It is extremely difficult to win this rescue operation.

But there is always a way. At least the Sun Lord already has three or four plans in his mind. Although he doesn't know if they will be effective enough to win a complete victory, they are enough to complete the task.

But only this time Alan Bayer was very quiet, he just looked into the distance, his body hidden in the dark mine tunnel, lying on his stomach like a poisonous snake.

Because he was not the commander of this operation. To be precise, although it would be foolish for such a serious military operation to be handled by a novice, the Sun Lord gave the power to the second lieutenant, and the lieutenant.

This is why Alan Bayer is very special. He has never regarded power as something to enjoy and love, but can hand it over anytime and anywhere. His only bottom line is that such power should be used by suitable people.

He became the Sun Lord only because the empire needed him to be, and the situation could only be worse if someone else was seated in this position.

He is not arrogant, not complacent, and will not feel that power and power are everything. Even if he can no longer destroy a world with his hands and feet, he will happily enjoy a fairly comfortable life.

However, in this dark No. 40 millennium, rights are responsibilities and things that can never be shaken off, lingering on the former heroes like a curse, even Kane, the old one-eyed, that kind of heroic adviser had to withdraw from the battlefield After returning here, he finally disappeared in the vortex of the war.

At this moment, Alan Baier taught the second lieutenant that he hoped that he would have a good death. If someone took those things, his busyness would stop, and the Sun Lord looked at the lieutenant selfishly like a poisonous snake.

The second lieutenant held a binoculars and watched over there. The firearms of the cultists had been loaded early. Automatic firearms called shell ejectors and a few laser guns formed the messy team.

It may be the confidence in the concealment here. After all, unless the people who come are locals from Skadi, or a large fleet that must not be fooled by the auspicious instrument, it must be safe here.

But the second lieutenant's thoughts were complicated. At the same time, he looked at a dark wooden table in the cave in the distance, with a red chaotic eight-pointed star carved on it, and a cultist in a black robe was preparing kraft paper.

Its location is at the core of the mine, under the entire huge crystal stalactite, which is four or five meters long. The creation of nature is not only beautiful, but also bright. It reflects colorful light under the nearby light source. To set off the religious nature of its chanting platform.

"What's that?" The second lieutenant observed the terrifying ornament stand next to the chanting table full of skulls, and asked the Sun Lord again, because the religious issues of chaos were strictly restricted by the empire. To be precise, this was the second lieutenant's first For the first time witnessed heresy religious action in the actual sense.

Alan Bayer watched the actions of the cultists in front of them. They held up the thick kraft paper volume and praised the greatness of the Chaos Gods in their hoarse voices. The Sun Lord also answered at this moment.

"The choir...probably boosts morale." He could only answer in this way, but the second lieutenant's attention was all on the kraft paper. To be precise, it was thinner, thinner, many, many, and lighter in color than the standard kraft paper of the Empire. , the texture is more like paper, but those who have often experienced the battlefield know what it is.

Of course, Alan Bayer didn't think that thing was kraft paper. There were synthetic equipment in the empire to make things like cowhide, but the cultists definitely couldn't get animal leather in this icy and snowy place. A type of working in a cave.

The second lieutenant's angry fists were powerlessly scratched on the ice. Compared to the abnormality of the Sun Lord, he was still a real mortal. He couldn't smash his power into the ice of pure gold level, just like he couldn't kill those villains. gangsters, especially as he realizes what those things use for leather.

Alan Baier just asked lightly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. "Have you figured out a plan?"

The second lieutenant nodded, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes. "I think, let the boss play the opening song of this plan, a long and fierce song."

The Sun Lord showed an expression of interest at this moment and spit out a mouthful of white mist. "Let me hear it, stupid boy."

The second lieutenant pressed the Sun Lord's ear, and Alan Bair's expression quickly changed from indifferent to funny. He tasted the young man from this grotesque plan. At the very beginning, he proposed the plan to his lieutenant colonel when he was in the trenches The kind of style, to be precise, crazy!
"Interesting, very interesting, the Emperor bless, if this plan is successful, we can save a lot of effort, two felling guns can solve this matter."

"But how can you be sure that the cultists will do that? If they are biased, we will definitely kill the civilians when we shoot." Alan Bayer proposed his own idea, and the second lieutenant just said coldly.

"Then let them die for the Empire."

Alan Baier had no choice but to nod. This is the will needed as the commander of the Imperial Guard, and it is also something he hates but cannot abandon. If the shooting caused thousands of civilian deaths, the Imperial Guard can take this area, then the price is not impossible. Accept that being enslaved is death, and so is being killed by a fellow man.

At this moment, the Second Lieutenant and the Sun Lord are like two gods, judges from above, using etiquette and fate to judge a person's supposedly priceless life, just because this dark universe can turn good into evil and worse into worse, the only one The good ones are cold and conformist.

Don't think, don't sympathize, don't be curious, don't seek, don't know, in this dark cosmic forest, personal reason is like a candle that can be extinguished at any time, even a Primarch is nothing more than a bonfire, all it takes is a bad one The weather will also be off.

The only sun that human beings can trust is the emperor who has no temperature, only the ice-cold light like snow. He used to burn blazingly, but some people don't want to believe him. Now he is no longer warm, although he still guides the future of the empire and the direction of mankind.

Those who survived can only be as cruel as this ice cave. This principle, whether it is an empire or a cultist, must accept the cruelty of this universe with respect.

But for those guys, there is another thing that is very "warm". The prayers of the Chaos Gods were uttered on the choir, and almost instantly, all the cultists turned their eyes to that side.

At this moment, the Sun Lord was holding a gun and said to the second lieutenant. "Isn't your plan ready yet? Isn't it just ice cubes?"

The second lieutenant held the mining equipment of the engineering team in his hand. I have to say that this hive boy is ingenious and fond of tricks. He even knows how to operate a heavy-duty drill. He wiped his sweat, and the buzzing equipment removed a piece of equipment from the wall. Transparent concave mirror.

"Okay!" He held up the thing that was half a person tall. Although it was rough, it could be seen that its beautiful arc already had the basic optical gathering ability.

Alan Baier just took out his weapon, adjusted it to the hot melt mode, and shouted to all Skadi soldiers. "Wait, don't look at anything where the heretic is, don't listen to the dirty words of the heretic, don't understand any thoughts of the heretic!"

"Now, close your eyes!"

At this moment all the cultists were focused on the choir, where groups of three were singing together, amplifying and emphasizing the barely recognizable words through filthy loudspeakers.

Even in the cultist camp next to the mine, there were people who endured the cold and went out to pay attention to the teachings of the Chaos Gods. In this cold hell, even they had only one thing to look forward to.

For anyone, working here is a test, even the most loyal people need something to stabilize their thoughts, a fixed time, singing three times a day is the time for them to enjoy what they need.

Trucks transporting minerals, camps for rest, factories for disposing of the dead, and soldiers guarding citizens all stopped to look at their own gods.

Alan Baier turned his body sideways and looked at the lens. The second lieutenant held the thing with his eyes closed. At this moment, the Sun Lord complained again. "You kid is really crazy, this plan gives me a feeling of green skin!"

He adjusted his position, the second lieutenant cursed with his eyes closed. "Boss, don't turn the corner and say I'm whimsical, hurry up and shoot!"

The Sun Lord cursed back. "I'm praising you, idiot!"

The lieutenant holding the instrument next to him gave a thumbs up. "It's ok, the angle is confirmed, and the coordinates are fine." He had a complicated expression, and then closed his eyes. At this moment, for the first time in his mind, he realized why the Sun Lord didn't choose him, not just because he wasn't a Skadi , but I am really not suitable for dealing with the ever-changing battlefield...

After the loss, the buzzing sound of guns appeared, and everyone understood that it was the sound of hot melt accumulating energy, burning air and water molecules, and it also represented a strong light that was so intense that the shooter needed to get used to it. What will happen if it is strengthened again and then falls into the extremely transparent ice stalactite?
No one can guarantee that this is just a whim on the spur of the moment, but Alan Baier accompanied the second lieutenant to carry out it. If something happens, the risk of surprise is huge, but there are amazing benefits!
They are ready to launch anytime, anywhere.

At this moment, the tired Skadi citizens in the ice cave collapsed due to cold and exhaustion, and the cruel whip followed.

Clap!The thing ripped through the air and lashed at the slave's bare skin, the poor creature with a chapped mouth and skin to bone didn't respond.

The Skadi people here are only male, and to be precise, they should be young males. The cultists separate people by age, physical health, and status, and then "use them as needed", such as young and beautiful women, and young and strong Men are treated differently...

"Another one fell down! Come and carry it away!" The tall mutant looked at this guy dissatisfied, as if he was annoyed that this guy interrupted his enjoyment of the scriptures, ironically, he used to crawl under the hive city, but now it's the other way around , and the enslavement was so exaggerated that even the guy who carried this man was a Skadi who was as skinny as him.

Today, tens of millions of people in this hive have been turned into food, labor, rights, and productivity, and thousands of vitality have become props and consumables.

And such oppression represents resistance, the most terrifying resistance. After all, both roads are death. When the consciousness is still burning with the flames of the emperor, many young people have raised their weapons in private, and the mine manuscript can smash the bones of those animals. head.

When the shriveled Skadi was dragged down, his withered body suddenly exploded with fierce strength, shouting "For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"

"For the emperor!" Dry voices continued to appear, and the crowd was full of young adults. Although they were weak due to malnutrition, the flames in their hearts had never been extinguished.

But immediately a guard raised his weapon, beat the lifeless thing to death, and then cursed. "That bastard, the name of the corpse emperor is not allowed here!"

"You are all maggots, you no longer have faith or personality, your souls are just the bait of the gods of chaos, and your bodies are just the material of giants and demigods!" The beastman had long horns and a distorted face, His bloated muscles and abnormal mutations gave him the ability to wield the Ogrym gun, making him even more majestic.

People curled up, the sound of whips became more and more frequent, and there was the sound of ore beating on minerals. Heavy equipment was operated by cultists to break through thick and high-strength glaciers, and then ordinary people approached like props, using brute force a little Smash common minerals embedded in ice cubes and collect them.

Those contradictions were all suppressed by force, and the dissatisfaction could no longer be suppressed. Many young people were full of vigor, and some were elites who had served in PDF, or members of gangsters. Killing people was just commonplace!

Fate is constantly turning, and when murderous intentions are everywhere, the actions of the Imperial Guard are in line with the hearts of the people.

"Fire!" Alan Bayer yelled, and a violent glare suddenly appeared. The light was cold, dazzling, and terrifying. It was gathered through the lens and fired into the distance, like a laser gun projectile, straight into the room. On the stage.

The cultist priest happened to be talking about passion at this moment, he shouted that the gods of chaos will be merciful to us and bring light and warmth to this place!
The leader of the beastman nodded, listening to the singing voice, and seeing the "light" towards the gods, his eyes were suddenly disconnected from his brain!

He felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head again, and the bright red blood wet the thick coat on his chest. His powerful body made him turn around and see the attacker. With blurred eyes and a bright red world, all he could see was that it was a A miner with crazy eyes.

His head was bewildered, and he shouted with all his might as the miner raised his weapon again. "Labor revolts!"

(End of this chapter)