Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 150 The Redemption of Phraxia, Why is the Second Lieutenant fighting the Chaos Traitor?

In order to prevent the enemy from bombing the armored units, most of the Shivren and Lemanus were parked in a hidden spot about one kilometer away from the castle. This range can not only guarantee anytime and anywhere support, but also prevent enemy attacks, but Now that the machine soul has completely failed, the journey of only one kilometer has caused the 113th regiment of Phraxia to fall into a tangle.

As the Imperial Guard, they cannot abandon their armored vehicles, but as brothers of the Skadi's only regiment, they must also rescue their friends in distress.

And even the petrified lizards can't fire projectiles. In the continuous experiments of the Pangea sub-armored regiment, those shells still can't be fired, and even the muzzle of the petrified lizards can't be twisted. It's like dying, and the rougher things still work.

"Cannon...ready, ready...ready?" The chaotic voice roared, and the captain immediately approached the only radio that could communicate with his comrades, listening to the chaotic and even chaotic voice.

"The bombardment can't be launched, the machine spirit is unhappy, the bombardment failed! The bombardment failed!"

"A request for information, a request for front-line information." She kept reporting, but at this moment the information was completely invalid. After confirming that the radio communication was turned off, the captain of Fraxia fell into thinking.

They are not far from the main battlefield, but they are not good at individual combat effectiveness, simply approaching will only increase casualties suddenly.

Looking at the radio equipment installed in the Salamander command tank, the captain felt helpless for the first time. Fraxia is not Skadi's troops. They have never experienced the terrible silence in the forest world, as if this world Only my own feelings are left.

They have never fought such a war. Although they have a long experience of self-preservation and surviving the siege of aliens, those things are worthless in the face of a real war.

Communication is the lifeblood of war, information is blood, and communicators are blood vessels. Without these things to transport the news of war, the entire war machine will wither due to lack of nutrition. Compared with no supplies, the fear brought by silence even exceeds the usual pressure .

What is the situation now, what kind of enemy are your teammates facing, what has invaded the empire, or have they become deserters?

Phraxia has experienced 300 years of solitude, but at this moment when she really enters the battlefield, she can't bear it for even a few minutes, jealousy, loneliness, and fear. This place is not the fortress they are used to, but may be bombed, shelled by the enemy anytime, anywhere. Invaded small camp.

But they didn't have any information, it felt like suffocation, the air in this world was suddenly emptied.

"Emperor, what should we do, should we leave or stay behind, should we explore or continue to hold on?" This question seems simple, but the captain kept talking to himself, but he still couldn't find the answer. If the communication is good, the equipment will start What if they are not here, neglect their duties, and lose the victory?
But if the machinery really shut down, did they let their brothers and sisters all die without knowing it?

In addition to his own thoughts, the captain could also hear his comrades discussing whether to attack or stay behind, but everyone had different opinions. This was not a question of character, choice, right or wrong, but how to break this death-like tranquility.

"We should go to the front line, our fighting brothers and sisters are thousands of meters away!" a non-commissioned officer shouted.

"No! The Imperial Engine is still here!" the other soldiers retorted.

"Let the investigation team go out?" said a fairly reliable voice.

"No, the investigation team doesn't have the ability to report, and we don't have any monitoring means. Someone leaving the main force at this moment may..." The sergeant replied very cryptically, but everyone knew that the two unspoken words represented deserters.

At this moment, their psychological pressure is even worse than that of the front line, the feeling of being confused about what they should do and what they should do.

This is why Skadi is so much stronger than other legions, because each of them really knows why they are fighting and why they live. That kind of will has become the foundation of Skadi, and all the Imperial Guards who survived Accustomed to killing and silence in that ghastly forest, it was absolutely insane for the Imperial Guard, and maybe the Skadi soldiers were truly madmen.

In the long history of human warfare, very few troops can maintain the will to fight for a long time without completely losing contact with the central government, but Skadi has been cultivated because of Gundwa VI's silence and normal contact from time to time. Terrible morale.

Gundwa VI is like a special training ground, as if it is about to forge such soldiers, a melting pot of soldiers who are not afraid of silence, not afraid of losing contact, and who firmly believe in themselves and loyal troops.

But Phraxia couldn't do it. Although they were once lonely, the feeling was different, and the same was true for the Panja First Armored Regiment. Their restless hearts were full of all kinds of messy thoughts.

If things go on like this, this unit will be self-defeating, because of the horror brought by the tranquility, because of the completely quiet dark forest, no notification from the infantry regiment, no shouts from comrades-in-arms, no command, vehicles stopped, combat effectiveness decreased, etc. reason.

But in such despair, the captain suddenly raised his hand. "I hand over all the commanding authority to the head of the Pangea Sub-Armor Regiment, and I will take the communicator and go to find out the scope of the electromagnetic interference, and report the situation to the headquarters and apply for support."

In any case, no matter what the situation is, the world will always need a hero, and now only a captain like this will make his comrades not doubt her departure, because no one has more rights and loyalty than her, she can become a general, and Inheriting the loneliness and anticipation of Phraxia for 300 years, she will never run away, whether it is for her own future or the consciousness of her predecessors.

The quiet and noisy barracks fell silent in an instant. The engineering team began to disassemble a full [-] kilograms of communication equipment. The logistics staff filled the captain's tactical belt with food and ammunition. Others cast their eyes on the hero because they didn't know. How far she needs to go to touch the edge of this information blockade, and it is not clear whether there are enemies on the road, but the captain needs to walk those roads alone.

She kept those craziness and loneliness on her body, even though she might be stronger than ordinary people, how could those craziness not oppress her?

The captain didn't say a word. The soldiers of the two star corps, Phraxia and Pangea, could only pay tribute to the torchbearer carrying the hope with the eagle salute. Where is the fear.

In the void, the Bordello was approaching the low-Earth orbit of the void, and Alan Bayer didn't want to delay too long, he had to find a way to quickly land to the core of the battlefield.

"Staff, what do the ground troops say?" He looked at the endless gray horizon on the window, as well as the restless traces of war, the bomb craters and deaths, but he couldn't be sure that there was a war there.

The staff officer replied. "The ground command said that all four Imperial Guard regiments lost contact. About three or ten minutes ago, we are completely unable to determine the situation now?"

Alan Bair said. "Specific coordinates, I want the specific coordinates of that Mechanicist camp!"

"Let's go directly with the transport plane!"

The staff officer replied. "But we don't know the enemy's configuration. If there is enough air defense force, or if we encounter an accident, we may even be shot by our own people because we suddenly entered the airspace of the Imperial Guard. Without intelligence and answers, we cannot carry out military operations!"

Alan Bayer angrily smashed his fist on the window of Boldeiro, looking at the damned ground below, wishing to smash those heretics into pieces, but was hindered by strange witchcraft, and his fist The blood was spilled, and even the fine gold on the ship was smashed into micro pits before the captain heard that something was wrong.

"My god-emperor, what are you doing to my beloved ship!" The captain stopped commanding and cursed Alan Baier. Even though they are indeed good comrades-in-arms, it is absolutely impossible to mess with other ships!
Alan Bayer looked at his hand in surprise. Is this the Adamantite deck? !
He immediately covered those things, things that might brand him heretical, and said. "Bastard heresy!" Then he took out the relic pistol in low power mode and fired a shot at that position.

Then the captain's heart-piercing shouts and their almost broken friendship barely covered up this abnormal situation.

Alan Baier wiped off his cold sweat. He thought he could win an Oscar, but what happened to his body?Is this power wrong?Is it true that the orcs think that you are strong and you will be really strong?Or the Emperor...or a mutant himself?

But he still tried his best to keep himself looking normal. In any case, he firmly believed that he had no problem, so he asked the staff again. "Is there really no signal? Not at all? Our direct communication with the theater has also disappeared?"

The staff officer could only nod, and Alan Baier frowned. "Prepare the transport plane, we can't wait, otherwise the battle will become even more terrifying."

The staff officer sighed. "It's useless for me to stop you, is it?"

Alan Bair said. "That's right."

"Missing a good opportunity is equal to murder, not to mention that we murder our own relatives." For Alan Baier, the Skadi people are the few remaining relatives in this dark universe, and they are the only ones left in the whole world. There are only tens of thousands of people.

Soon, the tail of the transport plane crossed the sky, and the staff members were always unable to grasp their thighs in this respect, but they were facing new problems at this moment, and they were not clear about it.

If they were within 1500 meters of the ground, Merovingian's ability would directly cause the transport plane to lose control and land, and then Skadi's entire group of elites would die, including Alan Bayer himself.

On the transport plane, although the radio was always on, the people in the theater couldn't answer. Even if they could answer, they didn't know the range of this terrible electronic ban.

At this moment, the transport plane driver reported. "Close to the atmospheric orbit, enter, the current altitude is 3000 meters, two thousand six, two thousand, one thousand eight, ready to land, and the speed drops."

After approaching the ground, the jetting of the transport plane became significantly slower, the position of the variable jet port was converted to floating, and the speed of descent also slowed down.

"One thousand seven, one thousand six, one thousand..." The fortress of the Mechanic Cult Empire began to loom under the ground, and the flames and smoke of the battle could already be vaguely felt, but this feeling was actually not true within a range of 1000 meters. Not exactly, but Alan Byer could feel it, something was wrong there?
the driver said. "Immediately enter the range of 500 meters. Everyone, get ready for landing and land on the ground in 2 minutes." The elite equipment of the empire can be transported quickly during wartime. In actual situations, as long as the battle situation is urgent, it does not need 2 minutes.

But the radio that had been on all the time suddenly spoke. "Please answer, please answer, this is...Fola...on...!"

An abrupt voice echoed in the cabin. It was a female voice, resolute, clear, but panting, and Alan Bayer recognized it. Although the radio waves sounded vague, he still knew who it was.

"Stop the transport plane!" Alan Bayer yelled, and he walked to the communicator without stopping. "This is the [-]st Company of Skadi's only regiment, what happened, Captain!"

the captain said. "Emperor bless, where are you?"

Alan Baier replied. "It's landing, we're right on top of you."

shouted the captain immediately. "Don't land! This place is being covered by terrible heresy and witchcraft. Probably all the mechanical equipment within 500 meters of the Mechanicist Castle will fail!"

Alan Bayer shouted to the full channel of the communicator, even ignoring that the words would even reach the command post. "Shut down, levitate, pull up!"

The driver immediately started the suspension, and he was still in shock. There must be more than one transport plane, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate a full 3000 troops. Many transport planes almost fell to the ground because they did not stop. Thanks to Alan Bayer's extremely fast reaction, And the unconditional trust of the Skadi.

The abnormal mechanical shutdown made Alan Bayer terrified, and he immediately told the radio. "Thank you, Captain, for saving us."

said the captain. "Sir, the second lieutenant is in trouble. We have lost contact with the infantry regiment. I just walked outside the restricted area, otherwise I would not be able to contact you. Please, save the second lieutenant quickly."

Alan Baier replied with only one sentence. "Everyone, get ready for skydiving, let's do some extreme sports today!"

A moment later, flowers representing the emperor fell from the sky, and the unexpected change in the height caused the red pirate Vengar to shout immediately. "Enemy support!" But because of the obstruction of the second lieutenant's troops in the castle, they could not approach.

But Alan Bayer noticed that on the castle made of pure gold of the Mechanicum, the second lieutenant was fighting a can of "rabbit ears" Khorne, that is, the traitor space warrior sergeant, who seemed to be the commander of the assault force?Next to it was a circle of space fighters from the Assault Troops who pulled the defenders of the Imperial Guard away, forming a "duel field" composed of human flesh on the high apron.

He couldn't help but comment. "Consultant, is he fighting the Space Marines?"

The staff officer looked at the second lieutenant being lifted up by the space warrior, and immediately replied. "It seems to be, no, he is dying!"

Alan Bayer immediately took out his weapon and fell down with the gravity. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This kid can play well. He doesn't even dare to fight 1v1 with space warriors!
(End of this chapter)