Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 38 The Green Skin's "Surprise"

diary
Written by: Lieutenant Alan Bair
Preface: I suddenly realized how crazy what I was doing. I was still worried that I would not be able to deal with the future, but everyone still trusted me. I plan to record the content of the time I was stationed, so that I can judge the green skin’s movements in the future. , let me live longer in the dark world.

Recorded in: Karoo City, the Fourth Platoon Special Station.

Content: The days since being stationed have been relatively peaceful. If you can accept crowded cities, platforms, and any place where you live is full of humans, it must be comfortable here.

The green skins don't harass much, of course, they may also be watching me from the dark, trying to take away everything humans have.

And I still think inadvertently, if the webway is not broken and the emperor is still standing, will the future of mankind be better.

When I realized this, I thought about it and felt more than pity...resentment!

I suddenly found that I have completely integrated into this terrifying universe, just like a so-called ordinary person, but this is not bad, I am not an Astartes, and there is no so-called system, only hellgun, and the trust of my companions , own belief.

Say something good, I hope that I will still remember things in the future, I took everyone to the tavern, watching them gobble it up, but I can't help but feel that it is good to go on like this.

We started to learn how to play the card game of this era, how to maintain discipline on the platform, the fourth row is like a family, and I am not a tough guy, what maintains this team is not power, but the belief in the emperor and Family affection.

It's strange to say, but under such circumstances people will unknowingly rely on others, and gradually, I have become their "father", although it is a bit arrogant to describe it as father.

But this is a heavy burden, and it also makes me sleep very late. Under the light of the Lumen Tower, I will continue to check the situation outside at night until the sky is slightly brighter. This is similar to my days in the factory, but it requires more concentration. .

The green skins are very quiet. It has been a week since that incident, which is a rare comfortable day. Although there are still reports of attacks on other gates and outer walls, the aliens cannot break through, but the vague feeling of uneasiness But they couldn't get away.

Speaking of which, I didn't know until I joined the army that today seems to be my birthday, at least with this body.

But no one should celebrate with me, after all, everyone doesn't know.

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Looking at the photo on the wall, the staff officer and his smiling face, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly. If he is a "brother", then the staff officer may be a "brother"?
If the Star Militia is really a family, but is this kind of relationship really good?
Thinking of this, Alan Baier closed the diary that had become mottled and unsightly after scrambling on the battlefield. It recorded his mental journey, and it was only something he read alone. If there are other people in this world who see , he would dig a hole and bury it in, expressing his embarrassment.

As the sun slowly climbed out, Alan Baier wanted to cover up with the quilt, pretending that he had "sleeped" all night like everyone else, instead of guarding the place day by day.

As soon as he put the green blanket on his body, a certain brown-haired girl looked at him mischievously.

Alan Baier asked. "When did you know?"

The corporal replied, "I found out earlier."

"Boss, let me see what you wrote~"

Alan Baier locked the notebook and put it in his place. "It's irrelevant, I don't know the so-called moaning without illness, is it okay?"

The corporal nodded. "Received, please show me your incomprehensible, innocuous moans of illness to the corporal!"

Alan Barby made a silent gesture. "Quiet, why is your character getting wilder and wilder?"

"Grandmother is annoying, have you finished maintaining the equipment today?"

The corporal squinted at the ceiling. "Ah, that, it will be done soon."

Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "The Star Militia Army is really blind for letting you join the army."

But even though the mouth said this, he still noticed that the corporal had cut off her favorite long hair, and now it was at most up to her ears.

The two fell silent and looked at the forest in the distance. This world is undoubtedly beautiful, but it is also undeniably dangerous, with primitive animals, strange magnetic fields, and terrifying green skins.

But instead of fearing her, finding ways to conquer her is the greatness of human beings.

At this moment, the spaceships transporting goods slowly landed on the top of Karoo City, each with a cargo capacity of [-] tons, at the star port, slowly descending from the atmosphere and orbit, this is the lifeblood of the Star Militia Army, and also The most important point is that now that Karoo City is blocked, food self-sufficiency in the hive capital is not a problem, but the consumption of a large amount of ammunition and equipment still depends on the transportation from the worlds of the empire.

Things from his hometown of Skadi, or other nearby worlds, or even materials from outside the same star sector are imported here to ensure that everything works normally.

But the soaring light suddenly burst out from the south, and the intense heat turned into small stars and hit upwards, rumbling, not just once or twice, but dozens of shots!
After a while, the shock could be felt even in Alan Baier on the lower floor.

"what?!"

He held the gun and looked around, but he saw a scene he would never forget. The huge imperial ship fell down with smoke due to a sudden anti-orbital attack.

The transport barge discharged by the loyal "Square Face" fell from the sea of ​​stars, was burned by the atmosphere, disintegrated, and broke into pieces. Countless loyal imperial soldiers on it died as a result, leaving only scrap iron on the ground, smashing a piece of fern forest of plants.

The imperial navy that came to support could only leave the orbit of the planet with a matte depth to avoid being attacked. They were also unable to lock the position of the green skins because of the huge sea of ​​trees and magnetic interference, and then carried out air support. Now the supplies are also sealed by cannons.

The headquarters is now in a mess, and the officers are constantly checking all kinds of information, but the efficiency of the empire makes them completely unpredictable about what will happen.

Colonel Haskell lowered his head and thought in the chaotic movements. He was the officer who gave extra supplies to Alan Bair's troops. He was also an important tactical commander, and even the commander of the first company.

He quickly judged the situation and reported his thoughts to other officers.

"There are green skins forming anti-orbital equipment. Generally speaking, a single tribe of green skins does not have so many resources and technology. There are war boss-level orcs appearing!"

"And he is very aware of our situation. He knows that without the bombardment of armored regiments and artillery, his array will not be attacked. They rely on the cover of the forest and the chaos of the magnetic force to destroy our barge without injury!"

"If this goes on like this, the Star Militia Army will soon run out of ammunition and food!"

Sweat dripped down the major general's forehead as he watched the transport spacecraft fall in the distance.

"Notify Catachan, at all costs, find the enemy's anti-orbital launch array!" He slammed his chunky fist on the table, and he realized that he had encountered the greatest difficulty in his career. If he couldn't protect the world, he would have to Was demoted!

　What the greenskins destroyed was not the cruiser, but the transport ship, but the cruiser was also evacuated from orbit because of fear of being attacked. After all, it took a technical priest to kowtow to fix it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)