Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 68

Trench warfare, the famous tactic of the Star Militia, was rarely used on Gundwa VI, because the greenskin troops were too scattered and large in number, and the forest would become their natural shelter. The flat ground of a large number of bunkers makes this traditional technology play a role again.

In the temporary battlefield command room, the staff watched as the engineer shovel was taken away by the recruits, brandished, and dug a trench 1.5 meters deep, and the veterans were installing barbed wire and landmines.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Baier is drinking tea with caffeine in the fortress command room composed of sandbags and heavy bolt guns. His teacup was made by himself in the life of Gundwa VI, which can also explain the empire Why did the assembly line have the crooked modern industrial fish that slipped through the net in his hand.

The staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "My God, more than 20000 engineering shovels, you got them there, the battle line here is long enough to pack hundreds of Chimeras!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair looked at the shining double-headed eagle on his chest. "This is thanks to the selfless dedication of the Kalu City production line, and the current planetary governor."

When a large amount of food, supplies, and promethium were moved to the battlefield, in order to deal with the attack of the red pirates, all the active people of the empire in the world were working hard, sweating with blood and skulls.

Alan Baier looked at this, the land that was once cracked by his explosives still existed, and the huge pothole was now transformed into the command room, which is where he drank tea.

This saved a lot of time for the engineering troops, especially when the hard rocks were broken. When the work was in progress, many people found orc mecha fragments here, which can also express how successful Alan Bayer's strategy is.

Beside the command room, several huge orc garbage cannons still provided a good orbital defense force.

This location is very good, very close to Karu City, like a sponge nailed in front of the city, no matter how much force is hit on it, it can't go over it, and release all the power on the city.

What's more, the number of space fighters is extremely small, and the core force will never be able to occupy a large number of places. They cannot occupy the entire world like the orcs.

There is no problem with the safety of Karoo City, this is the best answer Alan Bayer can give to the current governor.

Even though the human empire can never be of one heart, the strongest alliance will take root here.

great?hero?Alan Baier didn't think so much, he had to do what should be done, he looked at the orc mech fragments on the ground, under the corrosion of the forest, it was rusty in just over a year, really The passage of time is amazing.

Alan Baier adjusted the radio, and during the time when the magnetic field was still stable, he wanted to keep in touch with the Catachans as much as possible.

This matter can be handed over to the communication team, and it is not a matter for lieutenant colonel-level people, but he must obtain enough information, which is extremely important in war, and he knows how bad the quality of communication in this world is. to die for.

And under the posture of frequently adjusting the channel, inadvertently, the photo in his windbreaker fell out. It was taken in Karoo City by the fourth row. Lieutenant Colonel Avada and everyone were all on it.

He looked at Catachan's reluctant expression, maybe part of their souls really resided in the photo?If they believe so...

Alan Baier picked up the photo and carefully wiped off the dust on it. The smell of promethium and gasoline could not prevent his thoughts from going back to that afternoon.

But half of the people in the photo had left, and the rest went their separate ways. He didn't know the attitude of the nobles towards the war, but he couldn't imagine that his brothers would become like that.

Maybe they should die in the war to maintain their loyalty to the emperor, but soon, Alan Baier shook his head violently, death is easy, but nothing can be solved.

Karoo City needs them, this group of potbellied bureaucrats, not a group of soldiers, this is human beings, this is society.

Put the photo back on the chest and fasten it with a buckle so that it will not be lost in the war. This can be regarded as a very rare commemoration.

However, there are too many days of maneuvering in the Astral Army, especially the infantry, so that almost no one is willing to store their own things, and every soldier has a lot of messy family background...

Last time Alan Bair pulled a hive rodent out of some guy's pants, and it made him sick enough.

The rustling sound interrupted the lieutenant colonel's memory, it was that damned second lieutenant, his talkativeness made him a green skin...

He walked into the command room and saluted, which is almost mandatory in the Astra Militarum.

Alan Bair said. "Why aren't you digging trenches?"

The lieutenant nodded. "Sir, I'm here to apply for a mine package that belongs to us. I need to fill my platoon with enough firepower."

Alan Baier asked. "Why did I give it to you? Every explosive is a good medicine to kill the enemy. The emperor's roar is also a life guarantee for the elite. I can give them to the first row, the first company, not you."

Knowing that the officer would refuse, the second lieutenant pursed his lips. "Lieutenant Colonel, I am very clear that I cannot express my ability, but I can express my vision."

"There are dense forest borders in the direction of 7 o'clock in my row. Although there are barbed wire fences, I don't think those things can hinder the advance of too many enemies. I don't know how powerful the destructive force is facing this mission, but I know very well. Sir, we need complete preparation."

Alan Baier found it interesting, anyway, there is a lot of time in the war.

"Tell me, what else is there besides here?"

The second lieutenant swallowed, and speaking so bluntly in front of his superior put a lot of pressure on the Hive Capital. This is the head of the Star Militia Army, the colonel!

"Yes... In my plan, I can pull Chimei to the front of the battlefield to make a roundabout maneuver. This place is very big, and it is not as numb as in the forest. In fact, those barbed wire fences can be removed. For the legendary monk Astartes, the barbed wire fence is considered a betrayal. It might not have that much of an effect.”

"We should use the few armor advantages we have to suppress the enemy..."

He spoke generously. Although he was passionate, Alan Bayer found many problems.

"Chimera's heavy bombers can't break through the armor of space warriors. You haven't seen those existences. Mortal weapons are only melta and dark age weapons that can cause deadly threats. If you think you can hit every gap in the armor with a bomber shot and joints, then I think you can try."

"Then barbed wire isn't for Space Marines, don't you think those Supermen would clean up and wipe the floors on battleships?"

"They have a large number of mortal servants. In fact, when the war starts, I can conclude that the number of Chaos servants is dozens of times that of the traitor space fighters."

"If you let the Chimera move freely on the battlefield, those traitor soldiers will destroy any precious armor with a melta weapon, and it will take several Terran years."

"We need to be prepared for a tug of war, they don't have a ground presence..."

Alan Baier was halfway through speaking, and found that the second lieutenant had shrunk his head. He couldn't help but stop. Although this guy was still immature, stupid, and even a little naive, such thinking was rare in the Warhammer world.

He should reprimand him. Such a person is easily confused by Tzeentch. Inexperienced and unable to see the essence of the world will make him a ticking time bomb.

Alan Bair should scold him and tell him to go back to his post and keep digging...

"Second Lieutenant, go to the logistics to get what you want. Also, the only two requests I have for you are, don't die, and always trust the Emperor."

He couldn't speak, he looked at the soldier, his thoughts, and his soul, but he couldn't extinguish the insignificant but easy-to-ignite flames in his house like those veteran officers of the Astral Army.

The second lieutenant was stunned, but he immediately came back to his senses, saluted, and ran straight out.

It's hard to say whether Alan Bayer did the right thing, and he knew it very well. When the second lieutenant left, he returned to his position again, fiddling with the radio.

He often persuaded himself to give up the feelings left by those peaceful past lives. At the end of this dark and terrible 40th millennium, many more desperate things appeared all the time.

Loyal people die, evil wins, the world is destroyed, chaos invades, aliens plunder, the huge empire is like a palace that has been eaten away by billions of termites, and only the statue enshrined in the core of the palace makes people continue to be unable to repair this big room. The house continues to work hard.

The sea is full of mulberry fields, times have changed, the palace hangs high on an isolated island, and it is difficult to sing with one hand.

If human beings had real alliances, no brotherhood race, like the mountain kingdoms of the Middle Ages, would be so desperate.

Alan Baier sighed, what was he thinking?Want a group of races who are brothers and sisters of human beings to suddenly come out of this dark universe?
As early as the "dark" 20k era, all human sympathy and patience for aliens have been exhausted, and their rebellion has become the last blow to send the most peak years of human beings to hell.

Alan Bayer held the relic pistol at his waist. As long as humans are still alive, they can't forget it, brother?In this dark age there is only death, betrayal, war and...

massacre.

At this moment the radio was buzzing and crackling. "Lieutenant Colonel, camp, five o'clock, 6 kilometers, found footprints."

"Military boots, a bit like... the kind used by nobles?"

Alan Bayer held the communicator and returned immediately. "Keep following them, keep going..."

After saying this, the communicator suddenly made a hissing sound, and the magnetic field cut off the signal...

Alan Baier put down the communicator, looked at the beating readings, and reported to all the soldiers with complicated emotions.

"The enemy is approaching, about five or six kilometers away, they can't get around the defense line, pay attention to the five o'clock direction, everyone!"

These words kept spreading and echoing in the trenches. The second lieutenant who was planting landmines wiped the dense sweat from his brow, adjusted his bulletproof armor, and returned to his platoon, just like Alan Bayer once. , announced to everyone, live.

Perhaps this is the fate. Many things have been repeated in the long river of time, but they are different. The former sentry tower battle has become a trench warfare. The former Catachan has become a local. The former recruit is now a hero. lieutenant colonel.

The sea is mulberry fields, times have changed, only death and war remain unchanged, when will it end, thousands of years?or longer and longer...

In the forest, the half-breed Catachan turned off the suggested communicator and looked at the damn traces of traitors on the ground. He couldn't understand why those things would follow those traitors, maybe their heads had been broken?

The leader recalled Lieutenant Colonel Arvada's various admonitions, honor or survival, he dissected a lizard, swallowed the fresh flesh almost silently, as a supplement for body fluids and protein.

They are silent, fearless of death, and only the inherited Catachan blades and skills keep them alive.

When the Catachans were vigilant, the forest warriors quickly discovered the problem. In the quiet forest, apart from the sounds of birds and insects they had long been accustomed to, there were other discordant and chaotic things.

The sign language was used immediately, and almost instantly, the group of cheetahs tightened their muscles. They were easier to control than Catachans, and they were more tacit than Catachans, but they didn't have the bloodiness of the real Catachans.

If Alan Baier was here, he would definitely feel that they should rush out to kill the enemy right now, instead of waiting for those people to gather.

When the chaotic sounds grew louder and finally turned into thunder like raindrops, the hidden warriors pushed through the forest, and they smelled the smell of those mutant bodies, death, corruption, and disloyalty.

About 500 people, dressed in strange clothes, bowed their waists, they call this stealth?

There are only dozens of people in Catachan, but if they have enough time, they can kill this group of weaklings, but now they need to report to the command room to be alert to the space fighters behind them, the bright red giant, he is very strange, Although the appearance of the cheek is loyal and not mutated, it is wearing a damn battle armor decorated with human flesh and head.

But Catachan didn't know that this Astartes was the commander of this operation, Vengar, the former Red Angel!
Catachan and the others just withdrew from the vicinity and announced to the headquarters by radio, but found that the signal was blurred. They secretly cursed that the evil gods believed by traitors must have disturbed the world. Less than one ten thousandth of the emperor.

But the actions of the Catachans are still not foolproof. Usually those arrogant traitors can't see this group of hunters and ghosts clearly, but it doesn't mean that the truly powerful space fighters can't.

In the hundreds of years of war, it is not the first time that Vengaltex has cooperated with Catachan, and there is even no shortage of enemies...

Catachan also underestimated the information-gathering capabilities of the organs of the truly experienced Astartes, and a mere report made their tracks uncovered.

The Vingaltex is as powerful as a full-on Land Marauder tank. The power armor makes a fierce movement in the forest, but it is definitely not bulky, and the God Emperor once chose him, and he has hundreds of powers. It was built by the labor of billions of inhabitants of the empire.

Now the profane angel uses everything that mortals have shaped for him, and with his unresponsive speed, he almost instantly hits those loyal ones. The huge body splits the branches and directly hits a Catachan behind a bush. Flesh and blood, many of the flesh and blood stained by the strength naturally became part of the decoration on his armor.

He opened his mouth with a thick voice, his golden hair fluttered in the dark forest, the warm wind and the rusty smell of blood made this lunatic a little more...

It's indescribably terrifying!
"Are you the mortals who killed my brother? I approve of your power, now..."

"Join my army, or, become my favorite!"

It has to be said that Vengaltex has a gorgeous decoration of spines on the Ghost of Doom, built with his best artistry and all the biological spines he feels are strong enough.

Of course, sometimes it might not be the spine, it might be chitin or something.

But he is still willing to let this group of forest warriors join in!

　Today, E Bao sent Graus, and I have been playing, so I have to complain, that world has a beautiful environment.

　　The orc fungus is scattered, the five-step chaotic wilderness, the tomb of the necromancer is far away, and there are a lot of remains of the webway.

　　Catachan demons and wild animals of all kinds are everywhere.

　　The scenery is really pleasant, the folk customs are simple...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)