Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 3 The Gift of the Dark Ages

After a question with little concrete meaning, the laser weapon of the Empire fell into his hands. This cheap, durable, and extremely leathery weapon would accompany him until his death.

In a sense, this thing is equivalent to his only partner.

He came to his room, it should be said that it was a temporary room. To be precise, he is not an Astral Army now, but a reserve force, and he will not be divided into teams, but no accident, the people in this room are members of his team .

This reminded him of the dormitory in his student days. The area of ​​tens of square meters was filled with people, and the number of people here happened to be the size of a tactical team, ten people.

Speaking of which, the people here are all old faces, old colleagues in the factory, but their names are not known during the hard work, and now it is only embarrassing to cram ten people into that room in an instant. That is everyone is packing only their own stuff.

Alan Baier went to his bed, sorted things, played with his dog tags, he didn't bring anything from home, because he had nothing, but others would have statues of the Emperor around their necks, or something.

Throwing away his belongings into the cabinet, Alan Bayer crossed his legs, thinking about the days ahead, and turned to his comrade on the next bed. He was looking at the photo, and he was unexpectedly unfamiliar.

However, Alan Bayer didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but this place is too close, and the photos are not cheap. Few hive families can afford them, so they can only take photos of truly precious things.

The photo shows a beautiful blond girl wearing thick clothes and smiling in the square in the middle. The home planet of Alan Baier is very cold, which also makes the residents on it a bit like Maozi.

In general, the quality of the hive girl is unexpectedly high, but she is not plump enough, but Alan Bayer doesn't want to make fun of this person who left home at the moment.

he said. "It seems that you shouldn't come here, at least you have someone waiting for you at home."

The person next to the bed suddenly started up and hit his head against the wall. He panicked, as if he didn't know what was going on.

He has brown hair and is not very big. If he was smaller, Alan Byer would think he was a Raitling and guard his things.

He blushed. "Yes, she is my fiancée, my name is John Dern, hello." He stretched out his hand, which was a good step, and the two of them got to know each other like this, because they came from one place and had many topics to talk about.

But they had just met when the platoon leader suddenly opened the door.

"Get up, get up! It's training time! Your first lesson is here!"

Alan Baier immediately packed his things, especially his laser gun, which should be cherished and hung on his body.

Then complain to yourself that you just met Mr. John. "He is obviously a recruit, why is he a corporal?"

John Dern replied. "He belongs to the hive capital gang, and he is eager to win. The higher-ups like soldiers like this, understand."

Alan Baier nodded, there was no way, the guy from the gangster had even fired a shot, so he had to follow the platoon leader.

He thought the first day of training would be about shooting guns, or military logic, but the reality is...

The Anglican priests were pointing out to the endless flat land. Their first lesson was to open the door and go outside for a few laps.

Of course they are wearing protective clothing, and there are guard leaders watching. This is a child's play, but Alan Baier looks at John Dern next to him and looks at the endless horizon, his legs are weak.

He suddenly realized how difficult it is for the residents of the hive capital, and how difficult it is to look at the horizon when he substitutes the memory of this body and finds that depression has become normal.

The pastor shouted words of encouragement, put on the individual space suit, and walked around outside. Inside the space suit, there was encouragement from the leader of the guards. This is not difficult, and everyone can overcome it, but this is the most important thing.

Today, I will train for this matter all day long, until all the recruits get used to it, and it is rare that there is no group of people, but one-on-one.

Interesting to say, whether it is the splitting of the Star Militia by the Empire or the independence of the Navy, it is fundamentally because they are afraid of soldiers rebelling. They can not waste time on prayers, practice shooting more, and they will not die so many recruits people.

But for today's empire, the belief of soldiers is more important than the technology of guns.

When the soldiers are constantly changing, it will soon be Alan Bair's turn. He wears a heavy old space suit, which still smells of urine. I'm afraid there is that bastard who can't bear it, and in it...

Fuck... He cursed secretly, walked out of the house, and a male voice came from the intercom.

"Soldier, Alan Baier, number c17343, how do you feel?"

Alan Baier cleared his throat. "I'm fine sir, it would be nice if the suit didn't smell so bad."

The male voice came again.

"That's right, you are the best of this batch of recruits."

Alan Bayer was happy in his heart, and he directly praised him, explaining that his score had improved, and that he could really climb up in the Star Militia.

"Now, go further and let me see."

"Received." Alan Bayer walked on the low-gravity satellite for three to four minutes, then looked up at his parent star, which was pale in color, like a large round plate wrapped in ice, grand and beautiful.

It is said that hundreds of centuries ago, this place was also full of vitality.

He wiped his mask, trying to see more clearly, but found that there were a few spots that could not be wiped clean.

"What's going on?" He said to himself, but found that the dot was getting bigger and bigger...

Until he could see clearly that there were several twisted sea snake-like things flying in an airless vacuum, and an urgent voice came from the intercom.

"Bless the Emperor, it's Mirgsri, shoot, shoot!"

Next, a large number of light curtains appeared around, but that kind of huge flying sea snake, should it be a sea snake?

Under fierce shooting, they are not very afraid. There is a strange light on their surface, which can reflect most beam weapons.

"Idiot, use a bomb! Hurry up and notify the Orbital Defense Department!"

It took a long half a minute for the bombardment to spread in the silent universe, but it was too slow, and the blood of the sea snake was close enough to splash on Alan Bair's face mask, and he felt the empire's low mobility for the first time , and this lowness also brought his misfortune.

The body of a large enough cosmic creature is attracted by the gravity of the satellite. When it is hit by the falling corpse, it is only the dust that is blown up, and it is blown up. There is no air, only the pressure brought by the dust.

"No, no, no!" An urgent voice came from the communication. The leader of the guards seemed to be a good person. Was he concerned about himself?Still care about your own achievements?

At this moment, Alan Bayer was "dancing" in mid-air, unable to move his body, he went straight over the crater on the moon next to the training ground, fell into it, kicked up a cloud of dust, and his head was also rattled and shaken by the impact.

He was not unconscious, but the training-level communicator failed because he flew an unknown distance. He looked at the place where he fell, and his fingers felt an abnormal touch.

He picked up the cloud of dust in his hand, and there was a strange ball on it.

He only felt abrupt, tingling on his fingers, and then there was a warning of a hole in the space suit, but luckily it was very small, and it was on his fingers, so he could just block it with his hands.

[Human DNA is collected, the restrictions are lifted. 】

【Solar system is normal】

[Welcome to the Kaikuozhe series, civilian shooting assistance system. This product is white spherical without patterns. It can help users meet the shooting assistance work in all situations, and help Kaikuozhe to carry out planetary transformation work. 】

Alan Baier just felt that he was stunned. At this moment, there was an extra aim for a shooting game in front of him, and this...system?
Keep telling him, shoot here, sure.

(End of this chapter)