Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 231 The recruit's relatives?supply!secret
The fierce and bright light burned the soul of the traitor, and the rebellious action was more like a violent and blazing flame raging in this narrow place. The heavy weapons team of the Imperial Guard took out its own explosive bombs and prepared them before the mine.

The bloody harvest has begun, and a large number of cultists have turned into explosive bombs and flames. They died from the "gift" and "song" of their gods, the last mercy given to them by the Skadi.

The flesh and blood that exploded from the bomb brought out a disgusting smell of blood. The slogans for the emperor came one after another. The repressed things were inspired by the imperial guards. In fact, many courageous miners rushed to the side of the broken corpses of the dead cultists in a hail of bullets. Pick up the autogun or lasgun and start fighting back against the chaotic cultist forces.

It's more like a catharsis than courage, which makes the Sun Lord a little surprised, but not annoying, they can become the new fifth regiment of Skadi, because even if the world has not been destroyed, it has indeed been wiped out within the empire went.

Everything has to start again, which is embarrassing, but the living who have stepped out of hell, as long as they can hold weapons, they must step into another hell.

Sergeant Catachan is also very concerned about them. Although those people are skinny, their willpower has reached the standard. They only need a year or two of "exercise" and normal food to reach a good standard.

That's why the Skadi help here, they need new soldiers as a source of soldiers, for better or worse, the focus is on their fellow men.

There are quite a few cases in the empire to accept residents of other worlds as the Imperial Guard. However, when the establishment is still normal, it is impossible to recruit soldiers from other worlds without the permission of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The regiment-level system of the Imperial Guard is not like the battle group company of the Space Marines, which can be replenished, and the designation will be kept forever, but it is like a consumable, and the members of the regiment will disappear after death.

Although there are cases where numbers are reserved due to cultural issues, in most cases the regiment level of the Imperial Guard is equivalent to consumables, but even so, the span of one generation is still not small, Skadi is the only one, no, the fourth regiment The organization system is still stable, and it is rare to return to the home planet, so we must look for a source of troops.

Compared with the calmness of the officers, those fighting mortals are more angry and bloody. In fact, even those people are still weak even in the face of the heretics who cannot see clearly and are suppressed by firepower. There is no doubt that the perennial malnutrition and automatic guns are powerful. The recoil also makes them overwhelmed.

It's hard to imagine that the people who were wielding the mine draft with all their strength just now need to hold the butt of the gun with cold ice to shoot normally, but even so, they are still brave and achieved a kill.

Alan Bayer silently remembered those soldiers who had robbed them of their guns, and marked them as usable in his heart.

However, this situation also shows that those Chaos traitors do not want labor at all. They did not guarantee that any Skadi has normal working ability. They may just need to consume population, and mining minerals is just something to maximize their benefits.

It's no wonder that such crazy revenge, after all, people who face things that take their own lives and insult themselves, and who still have fighting power, will do this.

Now like the emperor reborn Uskadi and brought bloody trials, cruel and crazy, cold and terrible.

The Skadi people have been reborn, using thoughts and experiences such as sacrificing death, cruel revenge, etc., to turn them into the most terrifying beasts, like nightmares crawling out of the world of death, even if shooting will make them fracture and die, they must continue to shoot Kill the enemy beasts.

This mine is still too narrow for a terrifying weapon with a range of hundreds of meters. The ground is stained red by the war like a meat grinder. Only the most elite and craziest 5 people are left in the labor force that used to be tens of thousands. They are pitiful, but all of them are bright red and hold guns.

They triumphed, proving the strength of the people of the empire with the blood of traitors and mutants, and again, if it weren't for the red pirates' tricks and tricks, if it wasn't for internal inflation and rot, they would never have fallen to this point.

When the Sun Lord stepped into this bloody place, blood and flesh, death or madness, those refugees were completely different. They stood tall and saluted the Imperial Guard who rescued them.

Alan Baier spoke. "This is not our credit, everyone, you have now received a reward, the opportunity to join the Imperial Guard, or you can stay outside and rebuild your homeland, I, the Sun Lord, the Skadi War Lord, the Supreme Commander of the Star Militia, the Empire General of the Guards, Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Legion, Orc Slayer, Commander of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, Commander of the 113th Armored Regiment of Phraxia, announced."

"You are all warriors recognized by the emperor. Now raise your weapons and join the legion. Even if you don't join, you can go to the legion to receive an unarmed personal supply according to the standard of private soldiers."

At this moment a refugee shouted. "My lord! Is what you said true? I used to be a PDF, and my dream is to join the Imperial Guard!" The movement of him grabbing the automatic gun was already trembling, he didn't know whether it was excitement or fatigue, Alan Baier just patted his shoulders. "Of course, yes, private, you are now a private!"

And the other refugee next to him just looked at all this in disbelief, blankly, from a prisoner to a warrior, the span is huge, once he was just a hive, but now he is an imperial guard, he Speechless, indescribable, and with complicated emotions, but Alan Bayer knew that all the rewards they had at this moment were well deserved.

I have to say how much the Sun Lord cares about people's hearts. He can only be worshiped if he throws it out, but he is not a rootless duckweed. As a human being, especially a mortal, he is destined to have relatives, friends, or family members.

A skinny young man about 16 years old shouted strange things with his unclear head, telling the confusing words that the Sun Lord is his brother, and after about three breaths, this sentence was only heard in a small area When he arrived, he was pushed to the ground by Catachan, who was in charge of maintaining order.

Cheek against the ground, cold, icy, painful, he soon realized that the muscular arm behind him was like a terrible hydraulic machine to him.

Sergeant Catachan, who dealt with this matter, was very smart. He walked up to the young man, although he could see that there were indeed some similarities between the two, such as the black hair and so on.

But Sergeant Catachan felt that such a person could not be allowed to approach the Sun Lord, not to mention that he was so close to Alan Bair (he was also a bodyguard) and had never heard him describe anything about his family, so he would not let the risk approach Today the core of the Imperial Guard.

He squatted down and asked. "Recruit, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"This hero was protecting the empire when you were still breastfeeding. The aliens he killed could fill the entire Skadi several times, but you were caught here when you were still a baby, and you were almost made into starch."

"What do you say this great man is yours?"

The young man said tremblingly, his voice was very immature, since he probably hasn't grown all his hair yet, he may also be a bit of a late bloomer.

"He...that is, brother."

The Master Chief slapped him so hard that the boy was almost a millimeter apart. "Do you understand now, what is it?"

The shriveled cheeks are no longer obviously red, and the young man feels his head is buzzing most, and his so-called dignity and family affection are worthless under the powerful power of the imperial machine, but the Master Chief is indeed doing the right thing, if the imperial hero suddenly With more family members, his cruel fate in the bureaucratic arena of the empire will be different. The best protection is this, making him invincible and hard-hearted.

True or not, true or not, he cannot and cannot be the Sun Lord's younger brother.

However, Sergeant Catachan did not let him "disappear", but instead called his subordinates and asked them to train this new recruit well...

The irony is that what is vital to Alan Bair as an individual is worth nothing to the entire empire, especially to the Sun Lord.

He must have no soft spots, and be as strong as iron to support the empire to go further. It is both cruel and reasonable, and this universe is like this.

And the person who had the closest personal experience of this matter, the Sun Lord, the hero of the Astral Army, was completely unaware of this matter at this moment, and was even obsessed with counting the spoils.

The dark warehouse was illuminated by a beam of light. Due to lack of supplies, they could only use the traitor's clothes to wrap iron rods, pour a small amount of promethium and ignite them as temporary torches for illumination.

In this dark place, densely packed containers are placed here, written in rough low Gothic language, Alan Bayer stepped into it, and slowly opened a half-closed container door, which contained a large number of energy clips, allowing him to I am very happy.

The second lieutenant opened another room, shouting. "Canned food, boss, it's all canned food!"

About tens of thousands of cultists need huge supplies, food, firearms, and ammunition here for several months. To be precise, for the Skadi [-]th Infantry Regiment, the nuclear fusion core is delivered in the snow. The supplies here are enough Re-arming all the troops is enough for the Fourth Skadi Regiment to regroup.

The materials in this huge stronghold will become the driving force for the Imperial Guard to move forward, and then the troops will soon start distributing things. Basically all the young people have joined the Imperial Guard, and the temporary establishment of the fourth regiment of Skadi has reached a mighty There were 7 people in the war, but in the end Alan Bayer only planned to keep the former PDF and recruits who performed well in the war.

In other words, more than half of the people need to form the Fifth Skadi Infantry Regiment, but even so, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed. Those young people who are fed up with traitors will thank the Sun Lord for their kindness and give them arms Chance.

When Alan Baier was enjoying boiling coffee and fairly normal food by the heat of the bonfire, a small amount of food such as frozen meat or eggs was beating in the frying pan to squeeze out the oil. After the eggs were solid, Pour in water, black pepper, salt, and add a few chopped starchy root pieces, aka potatoes, to keep the carbs in check.

At the same time, most of the big-headed soldiers were curled up and wrestling with the canned Glomon with their forks. The frozen greasy stuff was hard to get rid of, and after they got it out, they just poured those things into the dark green helmet.

In order to save bonfires, a helmet will boil several cans, and then distribute the real serving size according to which one is quicker or bigger.

But this thing is definitely not delicious, at least with the starch made from the corpses of cult members (or even the corpses of their own people), it can be regarded as barely qualified food, but it is still something that many people can't wait for.

Protein, oil, and a not-so-tasty vitamin shot, paired with hot water is the most satisfying thing in this cruel ice hell.

Tonight, most of the people curled up next to the tents and the bodies of their companions and slept deeply, but the ideas brought by the Sun Lord for today gradually sprouted in those poor people, and some people even applied the crazy emperor's belief to the heroes of the Star Militarum .

It has to be said that there is nothing wrong with the ignorant citizens of the empire in such a desperate situation, and the Sun Lord is indeed worthy of this title, because even when most of the soldiers are asleep, as the commander, Alan Bair is still in command. Ordering and drinking coffee, looking at the combat reports collected by the soldiers.

The chief of staff is coming now. He is as worried about the situation of the war as Alan Baier. For him, the soldiers he commands are his children, friends, and companions. Although he is not a Skadi, it can even be said that he is not Knowing where he was born, he came to the Academy of Loyalty before he was conscious, when he was still a baby.

It can be said that he sighs and loves the feelings of the Skadi people, but it is difficult to understand that he has no hometown. For him, the so-called hometown is a meaningless number.

"How's that miss judge?" said the chief of staff.

Alan Baier replied. "Her? Writing on the Bordeaux, what's the matter?"

said the staff officer. "You know that's not what I asked, do you mean her?"

Alan Baier took a sip of coffee. "I don't just think about that when I see a woman. Compared with this, look at this thing."

The staff officer scolded. "Changed the subject again." While taking the kraft paper, looking at the chaotic records on it, he couldn't help but freeze.

"Is this true?" He said in disbelief, but the above content is indeed a bit unbelievable, and it makes people angry...

Alan Baier just sighed. "There is no wall that is not ventilated, even if it is made of steel."

He put down the unbelievable thing, tidied his floor, and was about to fall asleep. The chief of staff was a little uneasy, and walked out of the room with a cigarette, and on the tattered kraft paper, it was written that the administrator here is a person. A man of great weight, a word of tribute.

It clearly reads: [Good day, to Grand Inquisitor Walden, the underground mining work is coming to an end, and things are getting smoother. According to the agreement, the cargo ship will arrive at your fortress in three days and will deliver the agreed part. Gems and minerals for construction are sent, your loyal servants leave...]

(End of this chapter)