Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 5 The New Platoon Leader
The light of the laser gun on the training ground gathered, then flickered, and then cut the air. The powerful weapon was fired continuously until the battery became empty, and the instructor continued to swear harshly.

"Can you shoot? Did you beat yourself up and never hold a gun, trash!"

"God Emperor, you don't need to be so merciful to aliens. Look, what did he hit?"

The instructor walked and watched, and soon came to John's side. It was horrible, the hit rate was 27%, which means that 11 shots may not kill an orc...

He didn't even bother to scold him until the next one, that is, the former platoon leader of the gang, he had touched guns and fought many wars, although the scale was small.

53%, the hit rate is barely qualified, but usually the source of soldiers from the PDF is about 70, the soldiers in this issue are so bad that the instructor scolded them.

"Fuck you, don't fuck if you really don't know how to fuck."

The abuse made the platoon leader upset, and his marksmanship became distorted, and the hit rate became 50, 48, 45...

"Fuck, shut up!" He subconsciously cursed back, and then, the shock rod hit his ass, which was originally equipped for the hive capital bailiff, that is, PDF.

The old gang members felt trembling all over, a familiar feeling...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The instructor swears and walks towards the shooting position below.

Then the instructor saw Alan Bayer's shooting percentage, and immediately shut his mouth.

He was concentrating, holding the gun, swishing, the beam of light swept across the space, melting the green-skinned target's chest, head, thighs, and arms, forcibly turning the enemy into a "stick".

The laser gun is ridiculously stable, and the gun hits the bullseye, and the hit rate is still 100 so far.

The reason is also very simple. Shooting a fixed target with the shooting assistance system of the Dark Ages is as simple as shooting a game with a scope.

The instructor was stunned, but soon he called out. "Another 100 meters!"

The target retreated a lot abnormally, and theoretically, the recruits basically couldn't hit it accurately in this range.

In order not to be conspicuous, Alan Baier deliberately shot a few times, but still maintained an 80% shooting accuracy.

Generally speaking, the training will not disclose individual results, but they will continue to be passed on among the instructors in private. Soon, many company commanders at the sergeant level came to the side to watch the shooting training together.

The tall woman officer next to her, Ogryn-like in a bullet-proof helmet and vest, spoke bluntly. "I said, from the second company, give me this guy."

"Hey, kid, come to my place, I'll show you what it means tonight, Jin!"

This person is the company commander of the third company, and his military rank is theoretically similar to that of a staff officer, while the company commander of the second company where Alan Bayer is, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a standard officer scolded.

"Fuck you." And put up the middle finger, this gesture is still dirty from a hundred centuries ago.

When the training was over, the soldiers all walked out of the training ground with bitter faces, especially the platoon leader. He was next to Alan Baier and probably listened to the matter. Although he didn't know how many hits he had, he could make the company commander snatch people...

Worry hung on his cheek. "Isn't that the guy from the factory..."

He looked at the guys he usually took care of, because the next thing was to take a shower after the training time, and then made a decapitation gesture to them.

And Alan Baier just said a few words to the staff, and then got into the bathroom without knowing it.

There have never been many bullying incidents within the Star Militia Army, because they are all assigned according to the home world, and even if it is a "rat man" who likes to steal, he will only beat him because of his comrade-in-arms.

But the hives are too big, there is a big gap between people, and the reserve troops haven't really left the influence of the planet's gravity, maybe the soul is still bound in the orbit?

The gangsters haven't come out of the days of the jungle, they just put the daggers and knuckles in their clothes, and then naturally walked into the bathroom.

When Alan Baier came to take a shower, they followed suit without even taking off their clothes.

"What's the matter with you, are you wearing clothes to take a shower?" Alan Bayer took off the last pants, enjoying the washing of natural water unscrupulously, which is something that only the upper floors can enjoy in the Hive City.

The fog filled the bathroom, and the metal light also shone under the lights, the gang members said with a smile.

"Isn't it, do you want to show you our private collection?"

Just as they were gradually approaching, the arm raised the blade, and suddenly a loud sound sounded.

"Notice, notice, the senior officer meeting has decided to replace the platoon leader of the [-]rd Infantry Regiment, [-]nd Company, and [-]th Platoon of Skadi with Corporal Alan Baier, who has excellent grades and a special promotion. This announcement is hereby made."

It was the broadcast in the camp, and the metal from the gang members' hands was all back in their clothes.

Alan Baier, who was pretending to be calm, had cold sweat flowing from his forehead was washed away by the water flowing from his unkempt hair, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't the empire that slow...

I knew I wouldn't take a shower!
In the corner, the former platoon leader who was waiting for the news was stunned for a long time. He thought it was impossible, and wanted to ask the staff officer and company commander what was going on. Suddenly, he bumped into him head-on. It was a Taoist wall.

His abuse of power undoubtedly means that the wall is overthrown by everyone, and the original workers and residents of the hive capital are all gathered, gearing up.

"Master platoon leader, where are you going? It's not time for dinner yet?"

"Yeah, I heard that there are new dishes to be prepared tonight, so you have to come here, platoon leader."

About 20 people, two teams, almost half of a platoon complained about him, the gang member trembled.

"Of course, of course." But a moment later, punches alternately hit his neck, head, and abdomen, making him shiver dryly and shrink to the ground.

When the others were about to break his arm and send him back to the nest to fend for himself, John Dern suddenly stood up and shouted at them.

"Enough, aren't we the Emperor's soldiers now? Or did you forget the mines under the ice?"

Others answer. "He tore up your fiancée's photo! You still speak for him?" The military camp is not big, and everyone in the fourth row knows about it.

"Ice mine?" Then they wondered why John said this suddenly, and then they looked at John's face.

"It's gone, it's gone, go back to the dormitory!"

I don't know why John's words made the discouraged soldiers lose interest and turned to leave, but they didn't forget to curse a few more words.

When the crowd dispersed, the front row leader tremblingly climbed up to John, and said with a sense of guilt. "Thank you, thank you for forgiving me...you really are..."

John just looked at him, condescendingly adding. "No, I don't forgive you, I need you to live with such guilt, if you still have a conscience."

"Remember, you didn't become a useless person and returned to Hive Capital because of me, and you ruined the photo my lover left me!"

He pointed to the long cheek in the front row. "Now, you owe me forever, friend."

When the hive gangster saw this tone and statement, the appearance of the person who once dominated them flashed in his mind.

"You belong to...that family..."

John dropped that attitude. "Enough, it's good that I didn't turn my back that day..."

The front platoon leader felt as if his body had fallen into an ice cave after listening to it.

(End of this chapter)