Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 104 The Power of "Lemanus" Tortures the Greenskin
The strong armor made of fine gold on the bodies of those war behemoths is the same as the material on the imperial warships, no, it is even stronger. The shooting just made those monsters embarrassed, but it still couldn't penetrate them. core.

But the firepower will not stop, and the rumbling sound echoes inside the hive. Alan Bayer guesses that those damned alien giants used the shell of the dark age battleship on the sky hulk. You must know that humans in the dark age can control time and black holes , Just the material research is not bad for the Eldar.

"Continue to suppress the firepower, don't stop, don't cherish the ammunition, the magnetic... main gun continues." Alan Baier held down the railgun that he almost blurted out just now, watching those powerful weapons embedded in the outer armor of those green-skinned creatures , Amidst the screams and roars, the smoke and the smell of promethium, those green skins approached the armored regiment.

There are two pieces of good news, the imperial guards of this world have been saved, the Partorian guards have been saved, and the other good news is that the fourth regiment of Skadi has encountered the enemy they are best at.

In this dark universe, the first alien race encountered by the imperial guards must have impressed them, and whether they were recruits or veterans, they had been stationed in Gundwa VI, so their first lesson in actual combat must be the green skins.

The pressure from the cannon prevented the huge beast from retaliating accurately. The garbage cannon roared and smashed on his companions, even killing many greenskins. And the human body, bullets and laser curtains, keep the orcs out.

Compared with those big monsters and little guys with bombs, this group of orcs looks ordinary, even a bit boring, but they are not weak, they think that rough mace, or human skin, fang decorations can Bring them strength, making them braver and stronger than other greenskins.

Such a position of thought was realized with the help of the orc's psychic power. If it normally takes three lasgun shots to kill an orc, they would need five!
The staff officer's bolter gave the orc "eye surgery" and he complained. "This group of orcs are really hard to fight..."

Alan Bair's relic pistol kept firing until the energy was empty.

"What they believe in gives them different powers, damn alien."

Although they said so, the superb individual hit rate of the soldiers of the fourth regiment of Skadi and the pathetic long-distance ability of those orcs made the shortcomings of the green skins on the battlefield continue to appear when they were out of the smoke cover. To the horror of any Imperial Guard, they were instead surrounded by the 143rd Partorian Regiment and the [-]th Skadi Regiment.

Captain Bloodaxe can't help it. No one can control the greenskins who are in a fighting mood, except their war boss, but most of the time the war boss will also fall into that kind of rage. Under the double-team of the Imperial Guard, he has nothing to do.

Those green monsters are harvested in batches. If the green skins can't always gain the upper hand in the war, their morale will collapse. Although people think that the green skins are ruthless and only have the desire to kill, they still love their lives. , because only by living can we fight more wars.

The rout, when the two war behemoths were killed by the shelling of the Phraxia armored regiment, the huge bodies fell down, causing countless smoke, the blood of the behemoths wet the metal ground of the hive city, and the dust raised drifted in the hive city Among them, even the nest on the spire can be seen clearly.

Those orcs fled in all directions in a collapse, and the loyal soldiers of the empire smashed those things to pieces with a hammer-like attack.

But what completely collapsed the orcs was still the bombardment of "Lemanus". The railgun pierced through the turbid air of the hive, drawing a vacuum on the battlefield with a smoky atmosphere, and the orcs shouted.

"I don't want to die, I'm going to go on waaagh!" madness running backwards, they plan to go underground to escape the war until they can make a comeback.

Captain Bloodaxe stuffed the Grits he was carrying into the dilapidated cannon above the armor of the fallen giant beast. It was hard to imagine that the leftovers after such a bombardment could still shoot.

Apparently he thought he could, and he could, with the din of cannons roaring in the hive, the clutter of grt bodies strewn about like bright red flowers, and the shriek of those things weeping.

Those messy orcs also sneaked into the underground of the hive capital under the cover of the blood axe, and will become one of the scourges of the imperial world, but since there are all kinds of ghosts and monsters in the hive, they are not the only ones. Secondly, there are already people in the pipeline. wait for them.

Alan Bair ordered. "Don't rush to shoot. The loss of personnel is not worth the loss under the current situation. Take out the flamethrower to clean up the battlefield, and then let them enter the pipeline."

The second lieutenant didn't understand very well, he asked. "Boss, isn't this world the same as the place we stayed in before? It's hard to eradicate the green skin once it takes root!"

Alan Bair said. "Why do you care so much, obey orders!"

The fourth group of Skadi slowly advanced one by one, criss-crossed and suppressed forward. The flames and lasers cleaned up the green-skinned corpses, while the fast green-skinned orc boys rushed into the wet and terrible pipeline in a hurry. Not terrible, but just fine for an orc.

They love caves and narrow places, and moisture is better for the spread of their spores, so once there are orcs in a place like hive capital, it is difficult to eradicate them.

"I like it here..." an orc smirked cheerfully.

"Don't talk! Xiami will hear you!" Captain Bloodaxe cursed.

Their eyeball structure has the ability to maintain vision in low visible light conditions. Although they cannot achieve night vision, they are very suitable for underground passages where the nest is not well lit.

A liquid that has been purified and circulated countless times flows in the wet pipe, and a small amount of promethium lumen ball is stuck on the wall. It is quiet here, and the quietness makes people frightened. According to his plan, Blood Ax should take the remnants of the defeated soldiers down. Nest is making a comeback.

But suddenly, he felt a pat on the shoulder, and then the wet liquid splashed on his face, and he touched his cheek with his green fingers, which he was familiar with, it was the blood of orcs.

"What?" He turned his head to look, only to find a broken arm slapped on his shoulder armor. The orc behind him showed a surprised and terrified expression. of waiting to die.

"What? What! I'm not afraid of you!" He held up his chug and looked around, but he couldn't do it, couldn't find it, was it those bugs, those guys who were hiding in the hulk and looking for someone to hack?Or the ethereal, yelling thing of bean sprouts?

But none of them could hide that well. In Blood Axe's mind, he immediately thought of similar soldiers, that was his nightmare, and also the foundation of his foothold, the special warfare boy...

"I surrender! I can provide shrimp... Human Empire, our big garbage dump (junkyard is a good word for orcs) road drawings and the specific deployment locations of garbage cannons."

He knelt on the ground, dropped his weapon, and raised his arms, amidst the corpses of his green-skin companions, under the eyes of the still-dead green-skins who had been cut into sticks.

Shameful?No shame, after all, those are the real elites, Blood Ax agrees that he is very smart, he cannot escape, but death can be delayed, if humans accept his surrender.

After a while, he felt that the back of his head was pressed against the cold metal. It was the first time he saw those things. The thick arms were shrimps, but they were different. They were painted with metallic paint, motionless as if embedded in the wall, Hide yourself in a tunnel without light.

Holding a strange sharp long-bladed knife, his movements are neat, similar to those special warfare boys, but different, they seem to be more deadly.

Blood Ax was suppressed and brought up. He was very grateful that his adaptability saved him. Even though he knew that Xiami didn't like being held hostage or captured, he believed that if he survived, he would be favored by Mao Mao.

In this way, the war is over, the emperor's gift, death is not serious, at least in the battle of today's scale, the loss of the fourth Skadi regiment is very small, and their alliance, the imperial guard of this world Paltrow The loss of the 143rd Regiment of the Leah Guards is also acceptable.

At the temporary command point, Colonel Ryan was conducting a tactical review with Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, and they quickly reached a consensus.

"There is a commander with good tactical quality among those green skins, otherwise this war wouldn't be so... Strange?"

Ryan looked at the orcs' choices one after another in the report and their tactics when they broke through, and made a judgment. Alan Bayer agreed, but he didn't quite understand why the orc boss handed over his troops on such a large scale. Come down and command.

Orcs have a natural love for mastery and power, otherwise there would be no such thing as orcs challenging the boss for status. Command power equals size and power. If Alan Bayer was an orc war leader, he would definitely not Choose to hand over such a large group of youngsters to other greenskins.

This point is still a cloud of fog, and the command of the orcs has not yet been captured. Now it seems that the only harvest of the war is the dark age materials on the giant beast Squig, but it is basically impossible to use them after the welding of the orcs. Yes, at most it can be used as a group of bunkers, if it can be used by Mechanics, it may be useful.

Fighting in the Warhammer world is always like this. It’s a big loss. Even if the empire spends countless manpower and materials every day on the war, it can’t see any income. The men and women of the hundreds of millions of empires just managed to keep this huge civilization alive.

When the replay was over, they all felt headaches. The strength of the vanguard alone meant that there were at least [-] orc troops on the space hulk, and they clearly found traces of the Gough clan on the hulk, but this time The attack was obviously organized by Snakebite.

They need intelligence, they don't know anything about today's enemies, if there is not enough intelligence, it will become extremely difficult to attack.

"God-emperor, if the road on the hulk, the deployment of personnel, and the situation of the orc tribe can suddenly appear in front of us, then I must sing hymns to the emperor every day for a standard Terran year." Colonel Lane said jokingly , he knew that even if he prayed, the Lord of Humanity couldn't make those things out of thin air.

But then Sergeant Catachan pushed open the door. In his hand, he held a tactical map often used by the Star Militia, the kind marked with latitude, longitude and coordinates. He saluted. "Skadi [-]th Regiment Non-commissioned Officer Report"

Alan Baier replied. "what's the matter?"

Sergeant Catachan picked up the tactical map in his hand and spread it out on the table. Although it was a bit rough, it accurately marked the strength and weakness of the orbital defense force on the space hulk.

Alan Bayer and Ryan asked in unison in an instant. "Where did they come from?!"

Sergeant Catachan replied. "We captured a bloodaxe orc, who seems to be the commander of this war."

Alan Baier uttered a common saying excitedly. "It's raining, come to send an umbrella, the emperor blesses you, take me there, I want to ask him about the situation."

Lane was a little unsure. "That's an alien..."

Alan Baier returns. "If the alien's words can help my troops reduce losses, I will do it. In any case, war is unscrupulous."

Ryan also agrees, his only worry is whether such information will be an alien conspiracy.

With foggy emotions, the two officers walked to the place where the orcs were held. The empire never set up a place to capture the enemy, so he was locked in a cage for raising Golo beasts like a pig and a dog. On the body of the blood ax orcs The gorgeous imperial navy uniform has been pulled off, leaving only a pair of trousers for him. Although the orc has no genitals, the bare buttocks are still unsightly.

He is still calm, without the rage and other recklessness of ordinary orcs, but such an orc makes people more vigilant and fearful.

Alan Baier came from a distance, and the heavy metal cage couldn't be broken by Golo beasts. After all, the economic creatures that the people of the empire often eat are terrible monsters full of rage. Alan Baier is still concerned about his own safety. I am very relieved.

"Bloodaxe orc, tell me more information."

Hearing this, the Bloodaxe orc immediately shouted. "I'll tell you little by little, but I don't want to die, I want to keep it, you'd better take me to fight and feed me, so I can give information to humans."

Alan Baier frowned. Doesn't this mean that he has to bring an intelligence plane that gives information according to his own mood to spit out damning information that is not clear whether it is true or false at a critical moment in the battle?
This basically means that he is here to make trouble, but in order to have intelligence, Blood Ax also knows that humans will not kill him.

And orcs have a strong natural immunity to pain. It can even be said that the criminal law that is extremely painful for humans is just a tickle for orcs.

And Alan Bayer quickly straightened his clothes and shouted under the eyes of everyone.

"I'm the boss, you kid wants to join my tribe but won't give any information? I won't give you a jumping tonight, and I'll lock you up for three days and tie your hands so you can't scratch it! "

"I am the boss, and you are just a prisoner, the boy of Blood Axe, and I am the boss of special warfare!"

At this moment, the Catachan sergeants raised their guns and pointed at the Bloodaxe orc. The strong impact made him feel as if he had returned to the bloodaxe clan's boot camp...

The obedience in his bones made him couldn't help shouting. "Yes, my boss, I can say anything!"

Colonel Lane was dumbfounded, and Alan Bayer just clapped his hands, adjusted his hoarse accent with a low Gothic accent, and patted him on the shoulder. "I've got it done, find someone to write the transcript for this kid."

"What?" The senior military officers of the empire couldn't handle this.

(End of this chapter)