Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 171 Reunion with the Adjutant's Inheritance
Alan Bayer didn't expect that his badge could be used, probably because the core of it also has anti-psychic energy, and the special genes of the untouchables are programmed into it. Those things are like pitch-black black holes that incorporate psionic energy into it. .

In the narrow tunnel, this effect becomes more powerful. In the words of the soldiers, the body odor can't be swayed out, and it seems to be constantly colliding between the metals, attacking their nasal cavity and nerves.

But this incident brought victory, the coveted thing. After the servants were quickly cleared, the entire tower was suppressed immediately, and those bastards who rudely attacked the imperial guards and the mechanical heretics who took away the life force of loyalists were quickly suppressed. In just a few hours, the most hidden and core area was also dug out by the imperial guards.

In front of the dark area, in the innermost area of ​​the hidden tower, the thick adamantine gate and walls are almost indestructible. The defense of this room is comparable to the armor of the Imperial Poison Blade, but the Imperial Guard has surrounded it at this moment, and they are crawling here Like bloodthirsty poisonous snakes, their leader looked at the gate painted with bones and gears.

"This is the last stronghold of heretics..." He didn't know very well, and he wasn't sure what was behind, the wall was too thick, even if his anti-psychic ability allowed the augury to function normally, he couldn't see clearly what was behind.

When they ripped open the inside, it was a bit unnerving whether they were facing an enemy or something else.

After all, the opponent is the engine oil guy, God knows what those lunatics will do, even ordinary people will go crazy in desperate moments, and it is only a normal operation for a high-end scientific researcher like the engine oil guy to kill the entire bomb and the Imperial Guard. Know what happens to traitors.

The Mechanicus sage probably knew his end when the Imperial Guard showed up and tried to kill him.

Because the engine oil guy has a common thirst for knowledge, his desire to live is even stronger than that of normal imperial citizens, which made Alan Bayer wonder what to do with this engine oil guy for a while.

Then he decided, leave him alone. "Engineers torched the door and we retreated."

The older brothers of the engineering team have unconsciously become proficient in all kinds of civil engineering and miscellaneous goods. After all, there are only a few engineers with professional backgrounds in the entire Skadi, and everyone else is at the level of welding their own wires in the hive capital.

Skadi's biggest shortcoming may be that there are not many talents. This talent is not those hives with abundant martial arts and brain holes or civilian men with nothing but brains, but the elite of the Imperial Guard who can really stand on the stage officer.

Although the quality of individual soldiers is extremely high, only the staff officers are of regular background, and the other most educated are only at the level of a pdf training camp. But now that Skadi has been destroyed, it is impossible for Skadi's only regiment to find educated noble officers to supplement manpower.

Forget it, Zhanye is not useless at all. In general, after the blackness of the blue sparks and the sound of hissing, Alan Baier still felt uneasy, and asked a few people to push a lot of instruments next to him. Go to the door and tie it up with the oversized pitch-black pipes that can be seen everywhere on Imperial equipment to make it into one.

Alan Bayer kicked the thing in front of him violently, and remained motionless. You must know that his current strength may be similar to that of a green-skinned boss. "Well, even if there is a company of Ogryns in there, they probably won't be able to get out."

He clapped his hands. "Take out the civilian relief supplies, let's go down to help the civilians."

"Move, move, and make sure the area is clear." He picked up his weapon, found the line interface of this place, and cut off the power when it was heated. The loss is actually not big, and the equipment inside is still normal, but But it can paralyze this place for a short time because there is no command system, and there will be no possibility of this sage regrouping.

It can't be regarded as a complete victory, but after the governor activated the ability of the demon machine, the strategic value of this place is not enough for the Imperial Guard to take risks. After all, there will not be many command points to win here.

It’s just that the engine oil guy is not easy to starve to death, and he will not suffer from lack of oxygen. He may live here for a while, but he will not have any excrement. If he will not damage the buildings in the command room due to mental problems, then wait for the empire It should have been clean when the guards recovered it.

They are not demons, as long as they have enough interests, efficiency comes first, clean up here to ensure the safety of citizens, and the rebels still have enough power to make things continue. In this dark No. 40, human civilization at the end of the millennium has no so-called spare power. What kind of terms are there to treat the enemy preferentially? Killing them is the greatest kindness.

Because they caused even greater losses to the citizens of the empire, howling everywhere, corpses and death permeated under this pitch-black tower, the hills of corpses were mixed with the organizations of the mechanical servants, you couldn't tell how many of those things were there Arms, after all, were shot by large-caliber automatic shell ejectors (commonly known as automatic firearms) and almost collapsed.

Because the inner zenith of the hive hinders the hot climate of this world, the dryness is also moistened by blood and steam, raindrops and wars, and the flesh and blood give off a slightly rotten smell, red and white, if not for the clothes on those things, It's like being in a slaughterhouse.

People are no longer people, people have no dignity, and life has no room for respect. In other words, the battlefield is a slaughterhouse, and the Skadi people, the entire universe is still alive, and the few Skadi people are butchers.

If the so-called heaven really exists, Alan Bayer is very clear that he will not be able to go there. In order to ensure that the decay of the body will not bring disease, he looked at the sweepers in the army, usually Skadi's Ninth Company, Organize weapons, loot, and clean up corpses...

It is not the first time that the flame of promethium burns the body, usually there are more abnormal shapes and heresies. At this moment, the body of the loyalist burns, but it is still the same, the sound of crackling and the carbonized breath, the raindrops hit the corpse, Flames and fat, flesh and blood fibers, etc. give off a suffocating feeling, and the black smoke slowly rises.

Alan Baier walked like a monarch, and the black tower became his castle, like a king from the feudal world, no matter in temperament or in his gorgeous military uniform, in order to appease the emotions of the citizens of the empire, he even put the one that never changed for a hundred years The green helmet was replaced with the orthodox military cap of the war lord of the empire, gorgeous and inlaid with skulls and eagle emblems, holy and powerful.

He is the emperor's saint and the angel who decides life and death. Now he has fallen in the mortal world, and the land he stepped on is the chaos of war. For mortals, the Imperial Guard is the strongest combat power they can expect, while others Those, like the Astartes, Battle Sisters, Titan Legion, etc. are just legends.

They get down on one knee, even if they're ragged, even if they're wounded, even if they've just fought a heretic, to them the Imperial Guard is the presence of the Emperor, and that won't change until they die, until they dry up.

Alan Bayer just took off his hat and bowed to those corpses, because their efforts made the war so smooth. Although they are just smoke at this moment, floating towards the sky, the efforts and blood they spilled make people sigh.

If there is light in this dark galaxy, then the only two sources of light are the Emperor and the Sacrifice, they deserve the tribute of the Imperial Guard, and the sacrifice is worth it.

Now that the victory has come, the Emperor's light shines on the ground again, but those people can't see it anymore, when the Skadi walk up to the kneeling warrior with the "Emperor's Brick" and the cowhide prayer , Handing out those refugee supplies, the kneeling citizens realized that they were not fighters, but the group in front of them were the real fighters.

"Emperor..." A "former soldier" lowered his head and stuffed food into his mouth. This thing is actually not delicious, but accepting this thing means that they are no longer soldiers. Turned into citizens, then they only need to think about how to redeem themselves.

Some people recite prayers, some swallow food, and most of the veterans who have served have died. They are obviously those who can survive, but those people will not be afraid of heresy. War is their destined affiliation Maybe.

Death is not terrible. Sometimes it is cruel not to die well. In this dark void, it is a dream to die on the battlefield. If they fall into the hands of heretics, if they are controlled by aliens, what kind of pain will they experience...

Now that they have survived, it is not easy, but Alan Bayer saw that some people did not eat food, did not sing the dossier, only two people, in the second row of tens of thousands of refugees, slowly died in Alan Bayer They are seen in crowds as mascots patrol.

A young girl, underage, with gorgeous and beautiful clothes, clean and energetic face, if she was at the age of junior high school in the previous life, and the other person was wearing dusty clothes, the clothes of the rebels, she was a young man, no more than three years old. ten.

"Why don't you eat it?"?Alan Baier asked with great interest.

The girl answered. "I want to find my father."

The soldier replied. "I have unresolved matters with heresy."

Alan Baier thought about it. "So do you all have your own responsibilities? Then, how much information do you know, and how much is it worth to me?"

the young man answered. "I know the situation of the battle. I know all the battles here and have experienced them. I will never let you down, respected Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard."

Alan Baier asked. "You still know the military rank?"

said one of the young men. "My father is a priest, but he didn't want me to be a cogboy. Instead, he gave me two years of military training on the satellites of this world and the Imperial Guard, hoping that I could join the Skitarii."

"It also allows me to recognize the symbols of respect."

Alan Baier suddenly shouted. "If there is a group of heretics in front of you, the number of enemies is larger than yours, the terrain is plain, and your troops are only infantry, what should you do?"

The man answered immediately. "Scattering line, keep a certain distance, one company and one group, ask the company chief of staff to enter Chimera for command and encouragement, if the radio is unobstructed, the interval can be expanded, if not, keep a team of 100 meters, and if there is a chance to dig trenches, do it well Excavate defensive equipment in advance, judge whether there is backup according to the situation, stick to the position, and adapt to the situation."

Alan Baier asked again. "What should you do if the enemy is bombarding you?"

He answered right away. "Judge the enemy based on the scale of the bombing and the bursting projectiles. If the power is small, you can hide at the bottom of the Chimera armored vehicle. If the power is large, let the soldiers hide in the crater, and then gather the distance between the troops so that they will not desert due to morale collapse. .”

"If there is no alliance support, you can try to practice tactical misdirection of troops in the edge area, pouring firepower to make the enemy miscalculate the range."

Alan Baier said. "Are you putting your soldiers at risk? You want to exchange those fringe troops for victory?!" He stared at the young man, who was visibly timid.

"I..." He swallowed, his eyes wandering, but he took a deep breath suddenly and stood up again. "That's right, I was taught that way, I don't know if this is right, but if I'm really on the battlefield, in order to win, I will abandon them!"

Alan Baier nodded, the previous questions don't matter, only the last little test is right, if he can't make up his mind, he won't get anything.

"Join the regiment, recruit, your rank is private, ask the chief of staff for your rank!"

The young man nodded, stood at attention, performed the eagle salute, and then walked out to his new home without hesitation, because his father had died in civil strife, because his home was left with nothing, because a veteran of the Imperial Guard gave his life to save him, because he It is to live for the war, because his fate has been entangled by the thread of gunpowder smoke.

And when Alan Bayer looked at the little girl, the little girl took a step forward. "My name is Arya, Mr. Officer. My father is a mechanical sage. He adopted me on the battlefield..." Her eyes were filled with tears, her words choked up, but she spoke clearly. Messy things, even blood, it's hard to imagine how she survived.

Alan Byer wanted to calm down this guy at the moment, but the second lieutenant suddenly pushed his officer away. Alan Byer originally wanted to use his strength to let this guy who had no eyesight eat shit. After all, his physical strength is now comparable to a monster, but The second lieutenant said. "Arya?!"

The girl also spoke. "It's Uncle Sentinel!"

The second lieutenant's expression froze. "I'm only 23..."

Arya said strangely. "I think the lieutenant colonel is much younger than you."

Alan Bayer found that this child not only kept listening to the conversation between him and the soldier just now, but her tears also disappeared. Was this guy pretending to be pitiful before?

interesting…

"Do you have any information?" he asked.

The little girl patted her skirt. "My father and I have visited many places before. I know that the heavy firepower in this area is stored there. I remember it is called the ground-shaking cannon. If the lieutenant colonel gets it, it can kill many heretics!" Her eyes were a little scary, Anyway, it's not like what a child should have.

Alan Baier sighed again, maybe the human beings in this world are crazy. "Okay, take me to find it, I'll show you how many heretics we can kill!"

He also showed a "kind" smile, looking as if he was going to swallow the traitors alive. In this dark universe, it seems that no one's "painting style" is not a "villain".

(End of this chapter)