Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 239 Lack of resources, sitting in a well and watching the sky

"The Emperor has provided us with the tools we need to conquer our enemies. However, a responsible commander must always remember to cherish these tools. Reckless use of resources may win a battle, but such a strategy is easily lost A war."

——Macharius, the Sun Lord
In the fortress of absolute safety, the sharp table knife tore the steak until the thick fiber of the noble ant meat was completely broken, and the protein that was destroyed in the special cooking was overflowed and turned into bright red gravy. The fork picked up the piece of meat, The cross-section of something absolutely ripe is as fresh as raw.

Luxurious gowns and bearskin coats, the sound of the judge chewing lightly and the rare wine, representing the pure and noble things, eating the most barbaric roast meat, in this gray hall, the judge He sprinkled rosemary and black pepper again, and stretched out his hand to ask the guests on the other side of his table if they needed any spices. In the light of candles, the disgusted expression of the giant on the other side of the table was fully revealed.

The giant has been many years old, and even Superman will leave wrinkled lines on his skin. He may have walked on the earth at the same time as the emperor, and he has seen the living master of mankind. Now he wears The thick and honorable armor, with many kraft paper and complex runes, is called the relic of the Terminator.

And he didn't enjoy the food, because he was humiliated and humiliated many times by mortals since he emerged from the maelstrom and left the warp. This refers not to the Imperial Guard or the Sun Lord, but to the damned judge in front of him.

He pierced the delicacy with a fork, and the juice burst out like blood, overflowing, he said viciously. "I know you well. You got Skadi, provided information on the fortress, and your relationship with the Mechanicus. You have a high status and made great contributions, but you can't issue that order if you expect me to continue the war!"

The atmosphere has not changed for the better. The Imperial Guards have torn apart the already complicated rifts within them. The situation of gradually favoring the Space Marines under the power of the Red Pirates has become more and more confusing, and this is why the Inquisitors have been largely passive towards the Empire. The reason for the Guards invasion.

They are still fighting among themselves, for rights, benefits, such as climbing to a higher place in front of the Black Heart King, or having enough troops to enjoy many things, honor, war, favorite things, they still tear each other for those wonderful desires bite.

The judge swallowed the food and spoke. "Hagrid, I understand your question, but your troops have proved themselves once again, and proved in reverse, losing to the Imperial Guard in close combat, even the orcs are not like this."

The mortal in front of the giant's extremely impolite fingers, it's hard to imagine how the judge can say such words to such a terrible lunatic, this is the most dangerous group of creatures in the entire universe.

"Don't call me Hagrid, you don't deserve it, Walden, you stupid mortal, you have no idea how powerful those people are, and now you ask the priests to stop supporting the space fighters? You are giving up this fortress people!"

His voice was loud, repeated in the empty living room, like shouting on a high mountain, in the fully enclosed war fortress, under the faint firelight, his voice even made the three candlesticks that looked like tridents light up. The steady flame of the candle flickered.

The judge just wiped the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly elegant manner. "For space fighters, is equipment so important? Don't you often emphasize that you are invincible and comment that the support of the Mechanicus is redundant?"

At this moment, the judge stood up slightly, and he looked slightly taller than the sitting Terminator veteran. He was already a tall man, but by comparison, he seemed to be more than two meters tall.

The giant's aura was a little lower, and his face wrinkled. "That's angry words. They are all temperamental people. You know, we can't look at it like this. We need to decide the future of tens of thousands of people and the strategic issues of the entire star region."

"Then how do you explain the defeat of the space warriors during this period of time? The Imperial Guard has already broken through the storage area. If they break through the interior of the castle, your failure will be too great. All the production capacity inside the Mechanicus needs to be used to protect the interior of the castle. , understand?" The judge showed his sharpness.

"I have nothing against Space Marines with better use of equipment and weapons, but I still need to emphasize one thing. When you lose your perimeter, you have lost trust."

"This isn't a resupply I'm going to stop, this is a discussion within the Magi of the Mechanicus, the wisest sages of the entire Imperium, time and time again you waste our trust, and we understand that not every Space Marine They are all the elites from Star Claw headquarters."

The judge's language was sharp, piercing into the poor veteran's heart like a blade. How could he have heard such painful words for thousands of years...

The Space Marine Terminator veteran named Hagrid took out the record of his brother's death from the blood-red battle armor full of filth and runes, and threw the kraft paper on the judge's face, and then fell on the food he hadn't finished eating. Put half a steak on top of that thing.

But today, at this time, to be precise, at the last moment, when the handwriting on the kraft paper was wet with gravy and could not be seen clearly, it recorded the time when the blood of countless brothers who died fighting for the people here and fighting to rule the empire was blurred. In other words, the traitor space warrior is equivalent to changing directions and asking to separate from this group of stubborn guys.

What honor, victory, fate, to the judge who parted the rag with his knife?It's just a piece of junk that hinders his lunch. Those wars are nothing at the beginning. If the space warrior wins, he just proves himself as always. If he doesn't win, he is abandoned.

Regardless of whether it is within the empire or the traitor camp, those space warriors who have lost their Primarch and a large number of brothers since the last ten thousand years have long been bereaved dogs.

When the dust settled here, the Imperial Guard was very happy. This wall has now become the best shield to protect the Imperial Guard, allowing recruits to stand on it and operate the weapons left by the traitors, giving the Imperial Guard a place to recuperate. A lot of supplies have also been obtained because of this victory.

Alan Bayer is watching the encrypted telegrams left by the traitors in the command room on the high wall at the moment, because the war was sudden and the victory came very quickly. Those things were not destroyed immediately, and the ancient dark age relics can be used quickly. Make out those fuzzy, rough bytes.

The Sun Lord crossed his legs, fiddled with the kraft paper, and dictated the content on it. Next to him, a few people in the Skadi regiment who could barely read were writing continuously. After the end, they would proofread again, and then judged that the credibility was the highest. A copy of it was included as a war intelligence.

You must know that it is very difficult to find people who can read in this era. Every region and every world has a messy language system and writing system. Although the Gothic language system of the Empire has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it is only a spoken language. This era is the privilege of the nobility, and the High Gothic language can only be recognized by professionals.

These few non-illiterate people can be found in the Skadi regiment, and thanks to the last replenishment, many people who used to be aristocratic clerks also joined the team.

As the saying goes, the emperor blesses, once good things come, they will continue. When those words full of gunpowder were translated, the officers who stayed here realized one thing, that is, the enemy is not united.

A large number of filthy bytes are complaining about the almost constant losses on the front line and the disadvantages of logistics, while the answers from the rear are also full of gunpowder, insulting the honor of the space warriors again and again.

Alan Bair to the Master Chief. "They collapsed because of guerrilla warfare?"

Master Chief Catachan chewed on the tone of the characters. "No, I think it may be because there are not many supplies here. To be precise, we can also feel the enemy's strenuous efforts in the later stages of guerrilla warfare."

"I can't afford to support so many people." Alan Bayer, the Sun Lord, said this matter straight to the point. He was still sensitive and sharp, as if he could see everything clearly with his dark and turbid eyes.

"It is impossible for us to use either party, but this opportunity is once in a lifetime, and don't forget that their supplies can be said to be consumed by us, in other words, we have no food." Alan Bayer emphasized.

"Let the infantry regiment gather 1 people, find a few people who know the way, and the captured traitors, drive a truck to leave here to join the Bordello, report the situation, and ask for supplies." Alan Bayer said.

"Secondly, the castle here is very important, they value it so much, and left a total of five hundred space soldiers, hundreds of thousands of cultists and countless Skadi residents to maintain the transformation and maintenance of this huge monster, And I believe this castle also has its uniqueness."

"Take this place no matter what." He put down the kraft paper, and once again approved the crazy plan to go on, crossing the ice and transporting things. There is not much food they can carry on the way, which also means that the pressing team needs to be quite powerful. The will and the long-term forced march, and the elite veterans must not go.

This is a training for recruits, and it is also a test of the will and obedience of those people. The recruits have no staff, because the empire has not sent new supplements. Without guidance and morale promotion, recruits need to cross the border with limited food. extreme weather.

Once again, killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone, the calmness of the Sun Lord in this aspect makes people feel cold, but it is something that actually pushes the Imperial Guard forward.

And 1 people means that even if there is a loss, someone will reach the ground. There will always be someone who will remember the emperor and complete the mission. It's just that this order treats human life as dust again, but no one will feel wrong, because those who cannot be loyal to the emperor Life has no value.

the chief of staff asked now. "War of attrition?" This was a bit unexpected, he didn't think Alan Bayer would do this, but the Sun Lord seemed to be a different person today.

"Yes, but it won't be too long." Alan Baier explained his thoughts. "The enemy is already in chaos. Internally, problems and contradictions are breeding. The problems they have are cracks, civil strife, and will erupt under conditions of hunger and lack of supplies. We can completely wait and see."

"In contrast, it is not advisable to rush in and pay a large number of soldiers. We will not advance until the supplies on the Bordello arrive. We will reduce our personal supplies, accumulate ammunition and weapons, and treat time like a sharp blade. A venomous snake is fatal in one blow," Alan Bayer emphasized.

"My tactics have not changed. To be precise, it is still the same. I just wait a little bit. This will not miss a good opportunity. Instead, it will maximize the effect of Sergeant Catachan's guerrilla warfare."

It's hard to disagree with the concept, and no one in the Imperial Guard would question the Sun Lord's plans. Before the white phosphorous pit that burned the bones of the Space Marines burned out, there would be unaccounted for how much was left in this small mine.

Too many people gathered here, draining the turbid air and barren supplies, just for this huge war machine to actually fall into their hands. At this moment, Alan Bayer still doesn't know the value of this monster. The observation port looked out at the huge church and the countless weapons on it.

It can be said that no matter who it is, even women will feel a sense of excitement when they see this thing, and they can't help but appear in their hearts. It is an innate admiration for great things and a sense of admiration for power.

The Sun Lord wasn't sure if his choice was right. He turned on his kettle and drank Reka coffee. He was almost addicted to this thing, and as the intensity of the war increased, the frequency and amount of caffeine he took became more and more exaggerated. .

Seeing the huge convoy leaving downstairs, seeing the recruits who were sent to hell by him, as well as the densely packed graves next to the camp, and the smoke rising from the burning remains of space fighters, his mind flashed through a book full of warrior dog tags. container.

Guilt, how could there be no guilt, he has changed from an ordinary person to a butcher, whether it is for his own people or enemies, no matter how he paralyzes himself with the emperor's and victory, caffeine, he still Feel the pressure.

Status, war, death, countless pressures, he doesn't understand why there are so many people chasing power and interests until his soul burns out, he just thinks that he, like Mr. Kane, is destined not to like fighting but falls into The quagmire of war cannot extricate itself.

He thought of an interesting joke, if he went down to the underworld, the King of Hades would probably have to go down and let him take this position when he saw him. You know how big the population of the earth is?And the number of people he killed is already astronomical in comparison!

At the same time, a contradiction appeared again. If the people who survived because of him were counted as meritorious deeds, then the Buddha of the Western Paradise would also have to give up his seat to him.

But the reality is that war is such a contradictory thing, and there are no gods and Buddhas in this world, only demons greedy for souls in the subspace, and the sun that protects mankind with all its humanity.

(End of this chapter)