Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 52 Failure?big win!
Bombs, blades, chainswords, beams, heat, roars.

Black smoke surrounds the space of the hive capital, blocked by Gao Song's "heaven", and accumulates together, turning into a bad "dark cloud". Today in Kalu City is very special, especially when no resident here There will be thoughts of forgetting about it, as long as he has experienced it.

The square once used to worship the emperor was even more messy, potholes, molten metal, crystallized stone, dead bodies, and greenskins.

Countless green skins rolled towards the square like water squeezed in a pipe, and then were killed by explosive bombs, forming batches of hills.

The civilians continued to squeeze to the upper floor of the hive, and the huge elevators could not bear the heavy load to transport useful people, the elderly, children, not young people, and even middle-aged people without special skills were all left behind, and then waited for their things It was a bayonet, and an order to make them fight the greenskins.

Regardless of whether the thing is suitable or not, no matter what they want to do, no one can stay out of the disaster they feel, and the people who get on the elevator are not in paradise. They need to face the reality that the upper floors cannot accept so many people.

Even if the greenskins have settled one-third of the hive capital's population, the upper floor is not a place for tens of thousands of ordinary people, not to mention that they have to make way for the Star Guards.

Trampled, crowded, as long as you are shorter and move slower, you will be trampled by the crowd, and you will die extremely ugly.

The people in the hive capital can't enjoy the fresh air either. Just breathing in, they can feel the fear, body odor, and excrement of the people around them.

The sunlight only made them feel dazzling and hot. The PDFs who were still alive took out weapons from the armory and distributed them to those fleeing, and then asked them to defend against the enemy.

But the number of weapons is not many. The young people here are screened out and use honor beam guns. After all, there is no shortage of people in today's nest.

Death and fear resisted the advance of the Greenskin troops. Although numbers were useless for war, meat shields would be useful for the Astra Militarum.

Three civilians can be exchanged for the safety of one soldier, and that is worthwhile and earned.

Just like the joke, your orcs will eventually dry up, but my people will never end.

Whether to die under the bolt gun or the green-skinned knife, most civilians will choose the latter, because they can return to the emperor's side if they die in battle, and they can only be lost in hell if they are executed.

Such ridiculous, terrible battles spread like flames throughout the hive, but they were not decisive. The decisive thing was the duel between the three officers and the green-skinned one-eyed in the center of the square.

Alan Bayer, Avada, and the staff form a triangle. When someone is in a blind spot behind Cyclops, he will attack. If Cyclops fights back sideways, the other person will attack again. Ordinary people rely on this method to consume Cyclops little by little. physical strength.

The mighty orc leader is now covered in blood, without a single piece of good flesh. Some places are caused by the destructive stance of the power fist, some are the beams of the hellgun, and some are traces of the chainsaw sword.

But their weapons can't kill Cyclops. If the power fist and chainsword can cut his aorta or neck, it's barely enough, but it's too dangerous. If touched by the war boss's weapon, the void shield will Instant overload.

If one of the three loses combat effectiveness, such a delay cannot last too long now, and the one-eyed panting looked at the three officers.

"Shrimps, I really have no strength, dodge and fight with me?"

The aggressive method, low-level, useless, the three of them don't have much honor, especially for the alien, the one-eyed one only needs another sting in the back, and the smoke is sizzling, it is the hell gun welding an amazing hole in his back.

"Shut up, Alien!"

Alan Baier cursed, and One Eye also endured the attack from behind, because when he turned around, he would face the attack of the power fist and the chainsword.

Although his head, heart, spine, and all imaginable places are protected by ceramic steel armor embedded in flesh and blood, the continuous attacks have left his exposed places full of holes.

The destructive stance of the power fist can also break through the armor of the greenskins.

One-eyed was dissatisfied and unhappy. Not only did he step into a trap, he was also besieged by these three bastard Xiami. He could feel the loss of physical strength and the feeling that these three Xiami officers were staring at him like a tiger.

But he didn't regret that he gave up his previous tactics. Consuming them with long-range weapons would only make the bunkers here be cleared by bombs, and then he would face the total shooting of the Star Guards.

He knew very well that if the Star Militia had a choice between killing him or being killed by the green skins, all the human soldiers here would attack him without hesitation to make the green skin army lose control.

In fact, Cyclops is still rational, even the WAAAGH he follows his own desire is absolutely rational.

It was close combat that made him not need to bear the shooting of a company of Star Militarum, but only the joint harassment of three officers.

It's just that the blood kept ticking out, his lack of bodily fluids was terrible, and the one-eyed could feel that death was getting closer.

But, it doesn't matter, he is waiting, he is waiting, waiting for a sound, he is familiar and likes...

The staff officer looked at the green skin a little distracted at the moment, and slashed and killed with ingenious swordsmanship, blood and flesh flew all over the place. This time, he almost saw off the arm of the one-eyed man, but the boss remained unmoved.

All three felt extremely strange, even a little scary, until they heard the humming of an engine.

"Oops, it's been too long!" Alan Baier was the first to realize that something was wrong, but it was too late. The huge orc armor broke through the houses that prevented the orcs from advancing, causing countless orcs to roll into the square like sea water.

Facts have proved that Mao Mao favored Cyclops again, and he managed to hold on. Alan Bayer cursed, shot Cyclops' head until it was almost cooked, and Cyclops couldn't stand the attack, lying on the ground.

But no matter what, the three of them couldn't kill a strong enough orc boss within tens of seconds of the orcs charging here...

The staff officer looked dissatisfied at the orcs who had been suppressed by explosive bombs in the distance. "retreat!"

Lieutenant Colonel Katachan and Alan Baier both showed unbearable expressions until the orc's weapon hit the void shield, and the bubbles gave off a bright red warning color.

"retreat!"

"Everyone retreat!"

The Star Forces shouted, lifted their heavy weapons, put them into the Chimera, and left while fighting back the orcs as fast as they could. They were going to station next to the elevator on the upper floor...

Fortunately, the orcs did not chase them, because they saw the dying one-eyed.

The bosses of the major tribes were gearing up, and they raised their weapons. There was no doubt that the orcs didn't like someone dominating them. In fact, Alan Bayer's plan had also achieved its effect.

The bosses pondered whether to take back the one-eyed arm, the thigh, or the head as their own trophy, and then continue the long-term infighting war.

until a rough cry appeared.

"Don't move! The boss spared me once, and I will save him once too!" Iron Tooth came down to the square surrounded by the special war boys at this moment. Half of his body was filled with the flesh and blood of many ordinary orcs, but he also recovered. A lot of combat power.

Anyone has to admire the vitality of the orcs. Even if they are almost dead, as long as their heads are still intact, they can continue to fight together, even if they are physically dead.

Especially the rough flesh and bones of the war bosses are terrifying like tanks. It can be said that the firepower of Lieutenant Colonel Catachan, staff officer, and Alan Bayer can completely break the armor of a Tiger tank and dismember it in the 4K era. , but couldn't destroy an orc leader in the fastest time.

The plasma overload was severe enough to injure an Adeptus Astartes, only to cause Irontooth to lose his arm.

This is the scariest thing about orcs. They only exist for war, die for war, and fight for war.

Even if their wounds are severe enough to be judged biologically dead, they only need crude, ridiculous treatment to maintain their vitality and survive.

The iron teeth suppressed those bosses who wanted to continue the civil war. What he did now was not enough to be an orc. He could become a war leader by himself, but he insisted on helping the dying one-eyed man to be treated by a mad doctor.

Iron Tooth doesn't know how to describe his current feelings, but he knows very well that working with this guy, he can see the flames of green skins burning the entire galaxy...

He believed so firmly and did so. He stood beside the unconscious One Eye, watching the mad doctor stitch up his severed body, inject various liquids into his blood-losing body, lie on the square with iron teeth, and watch Lead the boys to build their own camp.

Then he laughed, that's right, he laughed, that's the nature of orcs, today he encountered too many obstacles and it was too difficult, but he played so damn well!
"Ahaha, hahahaha! waaaaagh! waaaaagh!"

His crazy voice aroused the joy of other orcs. The boys demolished the houses, packed up the wreckage of weapons left by the star army, and then shouted with their boss. Star Militia here, you have lost half your city, your whole world.

The terrifying sound spread far away. Now, the Star Militia has retreated to the elevator connecting the lower floor to the upper floor. This translucent dark age relic is as old as this city. It is big enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people for a single transportation. And in order to prevent the hive city from rioting, countless forts and sentry towers were also designed here.

But even if this place is impenetrable, it can't stop the terrible voice of the orcs. They are stationed here now, their hearts are full of darkness and despair. This attack has taken away too many comrades, and even the fourth row has lost four or five people.

But Alan Bayer was clearly one of the weakest and most tired of the three, but he walked to the front of the stage, picked up the staff officer's loudspeaker, and spoke in the constant echoing waaaagh under the eyes of all the soldiers.

"Brothers, do you think those green things won? If it weren't for luck, the goddamn war boss should have been killed by us. Unfortunately, his disgusting heresy god saved his life."

"But so what? We still have half of Karoo City, and it is the richest place with the most things!"

"The fat-headed nobles in the upper class have a lot of good things!"

"Now, before the orcs come, don't worry about food and wine, go up and move those things down!"

"Victory!"

These words made the Star Forces quickly believe that the orcs did not win, but failed, because they did not capture Karu City, and they still have the entire upper region and almost half of the Hive City!

The officers of the Star Realm Army also came to their senses, there are a lot of good things from the upper class nobles!

They immediately organized their staff and took people onto the elevator to collect things.

Alan Baier put down the horn, sat wearily on the edge of the sentry tower, looking at the devastated human city and the green leather mechs that demolished houses in the distance.

Those disgusting orcs were trampling what he once considered safe, and he thought he had found a home, but now there was nothing he could do.

He was lying on the top of the sentry tower, and the soldiers were resting, but the faint smell of spices attracted his attention...

"Who is so unscrupulous?" He smelled it, and it smelled a bit like nutmeg, but the most striking thing was the aroma of the steak. He followed the smell down, but found that it was the vent, that is to say, the whistle Is there someone cooking in the tower?

Alan Bayer walked in curiously, and saw the strange environment here. Communicators and weapons were everywhere, but they had been carefully taken care of. Prayers and strange symbols were plastered all over the walls.

The sizzle sound and aroma revealed that the owner is still here. Alan Bayer boldly opened the door of the sentry tower guard room, and a blond girl from Mechanics sat on her "little maza" with her arm The protruding "frying pan" browns the steak.

The gravy overflowed the side of the pot, full of aroma. She was looking at a piece of old kraft paper with one hand, and was making fried meat with the other. There were also two potato-like starchy plants sticking to the side of the steak to receive the rich juice on it.

A sprinkling of seasoning now and then, even a premium black pepper...

Alan Baier rubbed the tip of his nose. "Did you not leave?"

The mechanical school girl turned her head to answer. "No, I found something interesting, I've actually been working on this for a while now."

"I found a page writing the records left over from the dark age of this city. It seems to be the STC at the end of the dark age."

"I've been translating this ancient page, but I can't find a translation that is accurate enough. I only know that something is buried somewhere in this city..."

Alan Baier listened carefully, and then noticed a point of information, a storage point of residual technology in the Dark Ages?
He felt excited instantly, because the weapons in it were definitely enough to give him the ability to kill Cyclops...

"let me see…"

When he said this, the Mechanicist girl tilted her head. She didn't understand, because her memory (head) recorded that there was a soldier on the opposite side.

Until Alan Baier said. "I have ordered you as the second lieutenant platoon leader of the Star Militia Army, show me!"

Although the Mechanicist girl was not under the jurisdiction, she still gave out that page of kraft paper because she stayed in the Star Militia Army to study the whereabouts of STC.

Roel took it, touched it, and felt that the fragile kraft paper would break down anytime and anywhere. I don’t know how many centuries of antiques were placed there. Even when I touched it too hard, I accidentally tore a piece off...

His heart stopped for half a beat, but fortunately there was no text in that area.

Looking at the vague things written on it, he felt that it should be a variant language similar to English. He could not tell much. As an "ancient" person, he could understand the words above, but he couldn't understand the real meaning...

Until his "system" that was so silent that it didn't exist suddenly woke up, and a light blue subtitle appeared in front of his eyes.

[Find the text and start the translation system. 】

Alan Baier suddenly noticed that he could understand the text on it... This is... a purchase order for civilian goods? !

(End of this chapter)