Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 2 Leaving Hometown
The efficiency of the mobilization was extremely high. He was taken to the starport on the second day. Several huge starships were parked at the port. He couldn't read their names. He only knew that he would be taken to his own planet by a small transport ship. the moon.

Then the rest of life will go to the satellite of this planet, Ada, for a two-month military training.

Alan Baier was enjoying the sunshine through the spire on the top floor of the Hive City among the crowd. He never thought that he would enjoy the long-lost real sun under such circumstances, that is... becoming an Astral Guardsman.

Normally speaking, the Star Militia should be the sharpest PDF in the hive city. They have not bad professional quality, and the soldiers are resolute, not them, a group of hive capital citizens.

Because the Star Militia represents the name of this imperial world, the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment, what an honor, how could it be possible for civilians to serve as it?
This represents two possible situations. First, the war is going on, and it is fierce, and even destroyed the entire original Skadi infantry regiment, making emergency mobilization.

Second, the planetary governor offended the big man who collected 11 taxes, which made him make this little joke.

There is no doubt that joining the Star Militia Army is a good thing. Alan Bayer looked at the familiar faces around him, all of them were colleagues working in his own factory. Now they don't need to starve or work long hours, but can eat enough...

But he still prayed silently that they would not go to the battlefield too soon.

The training time is only two months at the moment, just long enough for you to learn how to use the laser gun, when he is squeezed into the huge team of Astra Militarum reserve personnel, changing into the Astra Militarum in the changing room vacated for them in the hive city. Clothes, a set of equipment was sent, but laser guns, commonly known as flashlights, were distributed only after the satellite training ground.

In the overcrowded locker room, he changed his clothes in the crowd, here you really have to worry about whether you will wear someone else's shoes, socks, tops and pants are okay, as long as they fit, the socks are real Embarrassed.

And Alan Bayer felt burdened and worried after wearing this capable and hard armored combat bulletproof suit. It's so tight...Why is the suit next to him so baggy?
But this thing is enough to resist any firearms in his previous life. Even a shotgun can be as powerful as a tank, but it is just a vest in the face of monsters and monsters in the galaxy.

The people who had changed their clothes followed the team forward, and the transport planes left one by one, and came again, drawing orbits on the starry sky, and the team slowly dissipated.

There are more than 10 people in this group, which is unimaginably huge. Can this be called conscription?

And this time the target didn't include the people under the Hive City, it was only half of the middle-level young adults in the entire Hive City, and there were several batches of soldiers who had left and were yet to come.

How many people!Crowded like worms in the port, waiting to be slaughtered by fate.

Anglican priests yelled from the high platform with a trumpet-like device, your enemies are only savage xenomorphs!The empire is at its strongest, and you will not sacrifice, but triumph with honor.

Kai you old*, Kai to the emperor, right?
Of course, Alan Bayer could only think about it in his heart. After all, the priests of the Orthodox Church are all veterans, and those who can retire from the Star Militia Army are probably the real fierce people.

Just the modified laser gun on his waist can easily smash his head.

When the long queue is over, the narrow space in the transport plane is full of people, just like the full subway in the world before, but fortunately, you will not be required to stand.

This should be the number of a row, about a hundred people, crowded here. If you think about it this way, everyone here will be your "family" in the future.

At least the only family with the same home planet.

The platoon leader here is an old face, he was quite a rascal in Hive Capital, a member of the gangsters, he has now faded off the exaggerated makeup on his face, and the gothic decorations and shouted.

"Now the package can be opened, and those who need to eat can be eaten directly. This is also part of the training. We don't have much time on how to use the CRP combat rations."

"If you don't know how to eat, you will starve. I will only teach you once. Now open the package!"

At this moment, Alan Bayer had time to see what was in the package he was sent.

These complicated, inclusive, and intimate things make people feel that the will of the emperor is packed into this bag because of it.

Yes, the Lasgun Repair Kit, which includes Holy Cleansing Oil and the Cloth just blessed by the Mechanic-Priest.

Two spare batteries for the laser gun.

A three-day ration of nutrient-rich synthetic food.

A Beginner's Guide to Imperial Infantry.

A roll of toilet paper, a water bottle, and divine purification tablets.

Two pairs of socks, one undershirt, two standard underwear, one raincoat.

A health kit issued by a guard, including a blessed tonic.

Sleeping bag and canvas, razor, shaving foam, toothbrush and toothpaste.

And a sundry bag consisting of plates, cups, bowls and a spoon, fork, knife combination, which is commonly referred to by soldiers of the [-]rd Skadi Infantry Regiment as FRED, a ridiculously broken eating device.

It is complicated, it can make people survive in the wild, and it is useful. There is a buckle for storing the laser gun battery on his belt, and the bayonet position is probably empty, a multi-purpose knife and a water bottle.

There was a hamster-like sound from inside the cabin, and everyone couldn't help being hungry, and began to eat the starch lumps in the package.

And following the command of the company commander, Alan Bayer unpacked the package. He was starving. He was almost the first group of people who opened the cans naturally, probably because of the first meal. There was a can of Glocks meat in the supply. , It’s so fragrant, watching the white oil solidify on it, Alan Baier, who has been starving for three weeks, has green eyes.

Others didn't get much better there, but after all, I am an Astral Army now, and I still wait patiently for the self-heating device to start.

To be honest, he really didn't know if it was a good thing to be a soldier, but this canned meat was indeed inspiring.

When the fork stirs in the wet fat, the long trip becomes more enjoyable by feasting on the starch lumps.

When the spaceship landed on the satellite, he felt the touch of slowing down. He looked up and saw his hometown, a huge brown and icy planet hovering outside the transport ship.

And his destination, that icy satellite, had already become the base of the Star Militia Army reserve team. A large number of traces of human casting dyed it into a metallic color. When the ship landed, the soldiers walked out in line.

Here, among the still narrow human creations, other soldiers were crowded together, looking at this huge equipment in confusion.

Because their landing point was not the port, but the church, the stained glass painted the glorious appearance of the emperor, the state church priest asked the soldiers to turn over the first page of the "Introduction to the Imperial Infantry Guide", and follow him to read the scriptures above.

The people from the Ministry of Military Affairs led a few veterans and strangely dressed political commissars to ask the soldiers one by one about their belief in the empire, and sent out what Alan Baier thought about day and night, with a silver laser gun shining on the gun.

　The following content is to cheat the signing. It is recommended to start reading from Chapter 6.

　　


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