Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 4 Groups
When the Chimera personnel carrier drove through the wilderness of the moon and kicked up the cloud of dust, several veterans pulled Alan Byer out of the slump, and Alan Byer kept the ball in his hands.

Inside the space suit, the voice of the intercom came from the ear. "Soldier, are you all right?"

Is it the voice of the staff officer? "Yes, my lord, I'm fine."

"It's fine, God Emperor bless you. When you were thrown into the air, I thought the Emperor lost another loyal soldier."

Alan Baier was pulled out of the moon crater by soldiers, and he was still in a daze. The shooting auxiliary sign in front of him was still so conspicuous, and it was definitely not an illusion.

When he walked through the crater, the Chimera armored vehicle ahead, and the soldiers disposing of the corpse in the distance, everything proved one thing.

He got the technological products of the Dark Ages, and can still use it, is it because the vacuum and cold of the moon make it well preserved, or is the powerful technological level of the Dark Ages so that it can repair itself, but anyway...

Alan Baier held the ball, this thing cannot be given to the Mechanic Cult, they will only put it on the soft cushion and kowtow to each other...

The back of the Chimera was opened, and the roar of the machine was also conveyed to Alan Baier's ears because he was sitting on it, buzzing, the engine roaring, and the soul of the machine was happy.

He jerked his head and asked a question to the communicator. "My lord, how long has it been in service?"

"It?" In the imperial language, she, it, and he could be distinguished by spoken language, and the person on the other side quickly realized what he was talking about.

"It's been 237 years, a loyal machine, it's my mount, I used to take it on the Karst planet..." His tone became cheerful, as if someone asked his old comrades to make him very happy, and he suddenly paused down.

"I shouldn't have said so much to you, but... the enemies of the empire are not that weak, and I hope you can survive."

"I know, sir, I know." Alan Baier replied, looking at the environment on the moon through the Chimera's fully covered peephole.

How far had he been sent flying by this thing?

When he returned to the camp, took off his helmet and clothes, and stuffed the ball and a touch of moon soil into his chest, he suddenly became the focus of this generation of recruits, and everyone talked about it. It was quickly given a nickname.

Called, "The Kid Who Lived".

Now the marching staff officer in charge came wearing that iconic suit. He didn't look very old, and he didn't have the one-eyed, power-fisted configuration that Alan Bayer remembered.

He yelled at the recruits to stop the din
However, he was born in the Faithful Academy, and he has already crushed Alan Bayer countless times in various aspects. In terms of military rank, he is a senior officer at the company level.

Alan Baier saluted immediately, he was the fastest responder among the soldiers, and also the smartest, the staff officer patted him on the shoulder. "Good soldier, go back and rest, and go to the doctor if you feel uncomfortable."

Obviously he has the favor of the staff, which is not a bad thing, but he is not really stupid enough to go back directly, because deserters are what the empire hates the most.

"My lord, I won't go back. I want to be with my comrades. The soldiers of the empire will not flee."

The officers here couldn't help but look sideways at this recruit, did he really come from the hive world?Wasn't that PDF sent?
The staff officer smiled and nodded again. "Okay, let's move on to the next one, we have no time to waste!"

People began to train in an orderly manner again, and when the first day of training was completely over, in the army cafeteria, during dinner time, Alan Baier was surrounded by a group of people.

"How does it feel to be hit by a monster?"

"My God, you are so lucky."

"How do you get over the feeling of being in the wilderness."

But this excitement was quickly stopped by the platoon leader, but he didn't come to express comfort, but to distribute food. All resources in the Star Militia Army are allocated by the superiors, the general is like this, and so are the soldiers.

It may be because of the attack, but the dinner was rich. Apart from the unpalatable oatmeal bars and starch cubes, there were also sea snake soup and steak. Although it wasn't a sea snake, the meat seemed edible.

But Alan Bayer soon discovered that something was wrong, because only he, and some other people, had sea snake flesh with the platoon leader, and many soldiers with flesh had not only one or two yuan, but three or even four.

And my friend, John Dern, only has oatmeal bars. He managed to overcome his courage today and shouldn't be treated like this.

"Platoon leader, why..." Alan Bayer had just opened his mouth, and John Dern covered his mouth.

"Those who have more food are former members of the gang...he is taking care of them..."

"I should, I can eat so many starch lumps for dinner, I am satisfied!"

Alan Baier didn't want to cause trouble either, but he was a little surprised why John knew such things so well. After all, the real appearance of the hive gang members was all under the thick and colorful gothic makeup...

But he still cut open his own flesh and gave John Dern a third, which was all due to his innocent kindness, after all, no one was talking here.

"For you."

John Dern was drooling, but he was a little embarrassed, but he succumbed to his appetite.

After dinner, the plates were clean as if they had been licked. Everyone returned to the room and was asked to open the manual and read the emperor's prayers for half an hour, supervised by the platoon leader.

And Alan Bayer must not be that honest. He spread out the manual and started to untie his dog tag, and then used the clip he got from the laundry room to clip the ball to the dog tag rope and use it as a necklace.

John Dern also saw this situation and asked. "Baile, what is this?"

"Well, I like trinkets," he replied.

John Dern approves, too. "Good taste, with a simple aesthetic."

Alan Baier also noticed that he didn't read the book either, but just spread out the brochure and looked at the photo of his fiancée.

"Little villain, you are not honest." Alan Baier did not forget to complain.

But by coincidence, damn it, the platoon leader pushed open the door.

"Huh? Who didn't pray?!" He looked around, probably because he was caught by PDF too much in the hive, his expression was very expressive.

Although everyone is fishing for fish at the moment, it is not easy to put away John's photos. He was caught in a status quo, and he stumbled nervously. "Sir, I..."

John quickly put the photo on the back of his ass.

The platoon leader pushed John away and picked up the photo. "What a beauty, if I'm still in the hive capital, I have to buy her a drink."

Then say it sternly. "But you will only be homesick with this thing, and you can't devote yourself to the empire on the battlefield." He put his finger on the edge of the photo, and the sound of tearing came slowly.

Alan Baier's head became hot and he said something. "That's enough, sir, leave him with his only thought!"

But after a while, just the sound of tearing and tearing, the photo was torn into six parts, scattered on the ground, and turned into garbage.

John stood up, cursing with the courage he didn't know where it came from. "How dare you... how dare you..."

He was about to clenched his fist and hit the platoon leader, but was held down by others, they shouted. "16 lashes for attacking the officer! 16 lashes!"

Brutely dissipated John's anger.

He sat on the bed in a daze, and the platoon leader also looked at Alan Baier.

He spoke with a warning. "I'm giving you face because the Chief of Staff likes you, next time I'll push my nose to face, just..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Then he walked out of the room lightly, which made Alan Baier feel an unknown anger in his heart. Anyway, he was unhappy. It was not until the room became quiet, only when the voice of the emperor's prayer was chanted, that he suddenly realized that annoyed and discordant feeling from there.

He put his ear against the wall. In order to accommodate more soldiers, the walls here are not thick, and there were bursts of teasing from the next door.

"Brothers, that Ailan today is just like that, and that sissy next door is venting with a photo of his girlfriend! Fortunately, I found out."

Many people flashed through Alan Baier's head, and finally judged that it was the voice of the platoon leader...

He sighed, and suddenly patted his cheek again, his eyes were bright and sharp again, the same eyes as when he saved 20 pieces of starch from the hive.

He muttered. "Okay, the goal for this period of time is here."

That is... Get him out of his position first!
(End of this chapter)