Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 122 Exploding Gift
After the failure of the orc war, not all the orcs were wiped out in the city, a large number of orc tribes were still in the forest, and they had a huge amount of supplies for those defeated soldiers.

Already one-eyed, he had militarized training for all green skins early on, although the orcs at that time didn't understand why they had to stand, line up, salute, waste drinking and playing around on personal hygiene, etc. " stupid" thing.

For the green skins, being dirty won't make them infected. On the contrary, clean leather shoes and a body that doesn't smell are very "sissy", but under the coercion of the one-eyed, the orcs still reluctantly persisted.

After the death of the war leader, those orcs fell like defeated soldiers. Some wise guys left with their boys, but the orcs who have no place in the world can't rebuild their tribe even if they have supplies. Far from a star, it can't even take in sunlight for energy.

If this situation continues, the remaining orcs will "starve to death". The Squigs and food brought out quickly run out, then the Grots, and then the Orcs.

Unfortunately, under such high pressure, the "Green Leather Infantry Handbook" written by One Eye became a life-saving food, and his own monograph (the famous book made by those surviving green skins) is even a copy among the green skin officers .

The next thing is that Scrooge and Grot are separated as food animals from engineers or slaves, and a group of stinky green skins hold books and study hard every day.

Now the greenskins have built a complete orbital defense system and anti-reconnaissance equipment on the planetary belt, and any metal creations are also buried in stones, and those seemingly normal planets are filled with war factories and barracks.

Inside the planet made of ceramic steel, those man-made objects became the cornerstone of this giant structure that has not yet collapsed, and the green skins became the masters of it. Because of the lack of sunlight for photosynthesis, the blood axes here have grown into the food distribution of individual soldiers. Habit.

Huge banners hang in the cafeteria, or more like a canteen.

[One can per day, beat hard, beat hard, beat hard]

Then there are the piles of cans, the shelves are full, there is no indication of what it is, but the green skin is not capable of being picky, there are all kinds of cans, most of them are looted, and many of them are Shi Gu raised by the green skin. canned.

The recruits look forward to opening their food. Before becoming soldiers, they are all forced to work until they are five months old before they can start military training. What they face before training is severe malnutrition and high-intensity domination.

Go against nature, endlessly excavate usable minerals inside the planet, decompose water or recycle food and scrap iron-like weapons and equipment.

When they are old enough, they will be allowed to eat canned food and have the fate of joining the war. At this moment, those orcs have smoothed their water chestnuts and their faces are thinner than others of the same kind. Facing the canned food made by humans, they are very lucky. Hopping (Scrooge) and jumping for joy, it's definitely excellent aristocratic food for greenskins these days.

The second is Golo meat, which is greasy and nutritious. The worst is unknown birds. The worst is to enjoy vegetables or starch, beans, fish and other things or a single jar.

But even if it was the worst food, they hardly complained, burying their heads to taste it, and their military uniforms will arrive as scheduled soon, and there are even separate bathrooms in the planet, and the orcs are required to keep their military shoes bright and clean. No smell, even their dress style resembles that of the Imperial Guard.

This crazy place has used the craziest means to form the most orderly legion in the world, but the desire of the orcs has never dissipated. When the war starts, they will erupt with blood and anger far superior to other clans.

In the void, the standard destroyer of the One-Eyed Tribe, the Karakamu, an imperial destroyer painted and transformed by orcs, is also a rare treasure of the One-Eyed Tribe. Think about it every day.

marked above.

[Pick up your chug, boy, and now join us for the honor and victory that we deserve. The human forces in this star area have been entrenched for a long time, but the orcs are stronger and smarter. Your chug is the entire star area. The best weapon, your saber can cut through the armor of shrimp, including those big ones that look like cans. 】

[However, you still need to pay attention, you must distinguish between enemies and friends on the battlefield.

1. When encountering an unidentified orc, immediately raise your gun and shout at him. "Hands up for One-Eyed!"

2. If the opponent does not raise an arm, or two arms, or three or more, and does not stop, or raises a hand but does not stop, shoot.

3. If the orc on the other side does the same, you need to take off his military cap, or check his clothes and weapons. If he hasn't washed his head or the military boots are not polished enough, you can still execute him.

4. When encountering shrimp, you can try to capture priority. Although those humans are stupid and weak, they are still very good laborers.

5. If you see an organization claiming to be the [-]th Skadi Infantry Regiment, please report it as soon as possible.

6. Go Mao will always protect you, loyal soldier.

A daily thought: sometimes the chug in your hand is more powerful than chopping if you use it well. 】

At this moment, the voice of the broadcast came from the battleship, and the private soldier was attracted to it. Then he remembered that he didn't brush his teeth today.

The radio played rough electronic sounds. "I found that human commercial ships are swimming in our area. For the sake of Cyclops, we need to order new goods, otherwise those recruits will have to starve."

"All go to the assault ship, the boarding operation will begin immediately, immediately."

The military boots made a bright and clear sound when they stepped on the ceramic steel floor. Countless orcs lined up and approached neatly. Private Ogu wiped his teeth with his thick green fingers. It didn't look too bad, so he followed the team forward .

As a recruit, he felt familiar, and his work in the coal mine was no more than that, he could feel uncomfortable, but so what?
If he doesn't work, he will be killed by the boss, and then recycled into the factory as food, compressed into cans.

For the private soldier, today is his first mission, and it is also the happiest day for him. The good day is coming soon, he can go to war, the blood of the orcs is rolling in his heart, and when they come to the armory, among them stop The several tattered transport assault ships made him feel more comfortable than he had ever experienced in his life.

He held his partner, the automatic gun that could be used in medium and close range combat, and he cherished it every day to clean and take care of this treasure that could take the lives of his enemies, and even stayed up all night for it, and was finally reprimanded.

The recruits walked in in a well-ordered team. They were not the imperial guards. They would fear, loathe, and worry. They had no relatives, no favorite things, no desire for peace, only the expectation of killing.

And the thick green bodies of the orcs finally squeezed into the damned human transport plane, which was too small, but those orcs remained silent, there was no yelling or fighting, only clean black military boots fell on the ground.

The Bloodaxe Orcs have no military rank standard, to be precise, they do not have badges. Generally speaking, those with larger bodies or with a lot of camouflage on their bodies are veterans. They are good at war and are good at hiding themselves.

The pistons of the transport plane roared, and the fusion drill in the front section was also warming up. The entire destroyer fired weapons indifferently in the gray darkness of the void. The civilian ship lacked shields and turrets. Shield the heat.

Undoubtedly, the login was successful, and amidst the obvious shock, the platoon leader began to ask the orcs to descend and get out of here.

And this is the first time Aogu has seen human beings, the real appearance of the things they chanted every day, small, without too many hairs, only one hair Squig hanging on the head, but the color is not much, only brown, Black and golden, but the resources of the asteroid base are scarce, and the fact that there are hairy Squigs shows that the orc is very rich.

And those humans died from the assault ship collision because they worked here, which seemed to be the power room.

He was also amazed because of this, human beings have hair? !
You know, there is a lack of food in his hometown, not to mention so many hairy Squigs, a trace of greed arose in his heart, driving him to squat down, and use his thick fingers to grab the dead man who was hit by the transport plane landing. Hair on the human head.

Um?Why can't it be pulled?Their Squigs have such a tight bite!

It wasn't until his movements became bigger and bigger that he attracted the attention of other orcs. When he persistently tore off the entire human scalp, he got a hand of hair. When he realized that there was a gap between creatures, just like him and Tiaodiao when the gap.

The gun butts of his long platoon slammed into his thick green face, he could feel the soreness of his nose, and saw the dark green arms, the swollen muscles, like red and white, mixed together in his head regiment, a few teeth fell out, and were picked up by those veterans.

And those veterans handed over the teeth, and the platoon leader looked at them. "You didn't brush your teeth?"

In Blood Axe, to be precise, in the One-Eyed Tribe, the standard of loyalty to an orc is whether he is willing to complete regular goals, such as wiping his whole body once a week, showering once a month, brushing his teeth and washing his face at least twice a day, and wiping his face clean. Leather shoes are always clean, except on the battlefield.

Half of the day has passed, and if Aogu didn't brush his teeth, it means that he is not loyal, and corporal punishment will only be light.

He covered his mouth. "Boss..."

Then came another shot. "Call me sir!"

All kinds of meat and vegetables, mild concussion, pain is nothing to orcs, their ability to feel pain is very vague, but the next words made Ao Gu completely painful.

"Starting tomorrow, your supplies will be changed to once every two days."

In the absence of supplies, the orcs found an excellent answer to manage the kid, hunger, and when the orcs tasted that taste, they became honest.

Because their bodies are telling them that if they're starving they can't fight, they don't have the strength to fuck other people, to beat things up.

That's the only thing greenskins fear, and that's why greenskins have a morale breakdown, if they realize that the war can't be won and they're going to die, then this feeling will sweep through them.

Aogu shouted instantly. "No, I can't! Sir, I know I'm wrong, I'm a fart, I have to eat!"

All he had to do with him was the butt of his gun and the order to return to the team. Then Aogu took his anger out on Xiami here, but when he followed the troops through the human area, those enemies were not necessarily brave.

The orc's explosive bombs and automatic guns had just fired, and there were only fleeing footsteps in the narrow corridor of the battleship. Along the way, except for the few shrimps that were killed when they got off the ship, they didn't get anything else at all.

But the bloodaxe orcs did not lose their temper. They came to the warehouse in an orderly manner, but there was nothing there, followed by the hum of the transport ship starting and the gloomy expression of the platoon leader orcs.

Aogu knew that this was not a good thing, but he was still sent to inspect because of the previous incident (pulling human scalps). Because of the previous invasion of human soldiers, the orcs had begun to strictly investigate the walls of the imperial battleships. The hard work fell on Ao Gu's head.

His rough green leather hand brushed against the wall, and quickly found those grooves, because the platoon leader had specially ordered him to clasp them with his fingers, stuffed the saber, and began to pry those things open, as for there might be humans behind them?

Next to him were green skins holding guns. If there were humans, they would definitely not be able to shoot the green skins, because the green skins were bigger and fiercer.

But unexpectedly, it was not the shrimp guards ready to go, but bright red things dancing numbers, Aogu's rough brain was constantly turning, he had seen that thing in the green leather guard manual, it seemed to be called.

"C4?" He said tentatively, but found that the teammate next to him had already run away. When the number on the strange thing gradually turned to 0, Aogu realized that he seemed to be immune to punishment, but he dying.

In the void, there was silence, but fierce flames suddenly appeared. The power engines of the loyal merchant ships of the empire were detonated by the explosion, and the range of impact was tens of kilometers. The power of the explosion spread, although the void was still strong, but the thousands of orcs who logged on it were completely killed.

When the fireworks were over, the captain of the destroyer, the major officer of the One-Eyed Clan, watched the messy wreckage and those debris hit, those loyal things, pure gold and pottery steel, smashed like bullets in the void.

"No!" The orc major yelled, but the command room was shot at this moment, and the orc destroyer ran aground in the void.

In just a few months, things like this kept happening. New recruits, veterans, orc boys, and orc bosses were all losing money, and the bloodaxe orcs really felt the pressure...

On Gundwa VI, in the city of Kalu, Alan Baier on the upper floor of the Hive City spread out the strategy map, and compared the star map with Lieutenant General Macato.

"The last attack and explosion was here, the last time it was here, and the last time it was here..." Alan Baier gestured, and the pen drew three arcs on the star map, and the last three gathered a little.

"This position is almost there."

In the communicator, the pale green virtual image of Marcato frowned slightly. "Isn't this used by the navy? Where did you learn it?"

Alan Baier replied. "A friend I know who's a bit stuffy, but he's absolutely conscientious."

Marcato shook his head. "It seems that you have gained a lot."

Alan Baier nodded. "Larger than you think, General."

He looked into the void. In the distant Damocles Bay, Kane’s senior staff officer was leading his troops across the galaxy. Colonel Ryan had already counted the number of people. A newly-promoted high-ranking commander of the Huo clan also suddenly took on the expansion mission of narrowly dying.

Just as the emperor's Tarot predicted, what seems to be lost will be regained because of this trip, but the fog of the Black Heart King is still pervasive, the green skin is entangled, and things have just begun...

　From the perspective of the Ministry of Military Affairs, this matter is still very explosive. (Referring to Orc's daily article and a lieutenant colonel came to a battle group)

　　
　
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