Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 22 Heading to the Orc Camp
Lieutenant Colonel Awada listened attentively to the noisy chirping sounds of the forest, pterosaurs in heat hovering high in the sky, and various small animals shuttling through the dense forest. Compared with his hometown, this place seemed too gentle although it was also full of vitality.

He counted the crowds who came to this event. It is impossible for the centurions to fall here. Now his team only has about 30 members of the Catachan company, but in fact, the establishment of the Star Border Army has little meaning to them.

They walked into the forest at the edge of the sentry tower, and began to organize their weapons and sharpen their blades. Even the iron-blooded men had to pay attention to the state of the machine soul, although they felt that it had nothing to do with beliefs, but just the foundation of hunters.

And when Alan Baier in the outpost found that his subordinates were being pressed back to the camp, his heart was very complicated. First, there was no briefing on Catachan's actions at all. The confidentiality of the whereabouts of military elites.

Secondly, looking at the appearance of Catachan who sneaked into the dense forest and set up camp in the distance, which John admired, is really a bit obsessed. Moreover, troops like Catachan are really reliable for him, although he is a little kept in the dark by his boss. dissatisfaction.

In the narrow observation room of the outpost, Sergeant John was bouncing and pointing at his neck. "Catachan's long blade is here, it's here!"

Alan Baier rolled his eyes, what can he be proud of when he was almost killed!

But we can’t blame him, after all, Catachan is the real elite of the empire. The legend of Catachan is familiar to children in all the worlds of mankind, and those macho men with red turbans are really handsome.

Alan Bair held down his sergeant. "Okay, don't tell me how they killed you in seconds, what are they doing here? What's their mission?"

John's arm was still not healed, he was held down by Alan Bayer, the pain was unbearable, and he became calm all at once.

"Ah...yes, sir...they said they came to clean up the greenskin disaster here, that's what I heard when they marched...then I saw the number 72 on their regimental badge."

Alan Bayer's eyes twinkled when he heard their target of action. Why didn't he want to end the war and return to his hometown? If Catachan could eliminate the greenskins, the defense task here would become easier and more comfortable.

He spoke. "Give me a few cans, the energy battery, I'll go talk to them..."

Alan Baier subconsciously felt that the troops of the Star Militarum should like canned food. Except for Krieger, they might not be able to finish so many canned food.

But most of the elite veterans may be disliked because they were born in the world of death or the world of fortress, but on the battlefield, what is more precious than food?That must be ammunition, so he is already full of sincerity.

After all, it is not a group, so it should be no problem to bring out what everyone lacks as a meeting gift...

He asked his subordinates to tidy up the supplies. It should be very necessary to please Catachan, but it may be that the long days in the hive capital made him forget that Catachan is not the Star Militarum in the traditional sense.

When the Catachans watched with vigilance a gentle starman with heavy equipment like a hellgun walking out of the camp, all of them tensed their muscles. This was not hostility, but their habit, like a cheetah seeing its prey.

Alan Baier walked a few steps to the place where they were stationed. They were just hidden in the forest, and there was no one from the outpost.

"Second Lieutenant Alan Baier reports, I want to have a tactical report with the 72nd Regiment of Catachan!"

A macho man with a power glove on his right hand emerged from the forest, his body was naked, and the rank he could see was... lieutenant colonel!
You must know that the staff officer of their company is also a major, this man is a head bigger than the biggest officer he has ever seen!
Alan Baier immediately performed the Skyhawk salute. "Hello, Lieutenant Colonel." And he quickly noticed that the long-bladed saber on Catachan's waist seemed familiar.

On the contrary, Awada didn't pay much attention to it, just looked at the package held by Alan Baier. "What are you doing here with this?" He looked at the contents of the package, pointing to the Golo can in particular.

Alan Baier was a little surprised, because Golo beast is almost a popular meat in most star regions of the empire. Not only has it been proven to taste good, but most humans are not known for its fatal allergies and strange protein diseases .

In other words, the lieutenant colonel in Catachan had never eaten the basic Astra Militarum food?
"My lord, this is our standard ration. I plan to bring it to you to help you destroy the aliens, God-emperor."

The lieutenant colonel walked forward. Alan Bayer could smell the blood and sweat on his body. He took out the jar, the so-called "supply", and pried it open with a knife. His fingers were stained with oil, water and meat, tasted it, and then spit it out.

"Disgusting, what the hell?"

"Do you Gentle Stars just eat this for a living?"

"You have to have 5-6 cans in this bag? It's about 3 catties. You want to take this thing across the rainforest? Do you think this is a house-playing game?"

Alan Baier was so scolded that he couldn't open his mouth. Indeed, he looked at the equipment of the lieutenant colonel, a short-barreled shotgun, a tactical belt, Catachan's long-bladed saber, and nothing else.

As for myself, the Hellgun’s energy backpack plus 17kg of firearms, field rations and FRED (spoon, fork and plate), and more if I really go out.

To be honest, ask yourself, can Alan Bayer survive without the garbage issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs?
But he still insisted. "At least take away the energy battery, it can help you kill more green skins."

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada looked at Alan Baier and became interested. He can be a second lieutenant at such a young age. He is not ignorant of the Star Militia Army, after all, he has a lot of experience.

It's just that they basically won't receive supplies from the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Catachans only believe in what they have taken. A large part of their weapons are also taken from the regiment instead of distribution, so they didn't recognize this disgusting can .

The lieutenant colonel threw the food back into Alan Bair's hands. "I don't need it, I will kill the greenskins of course."

Turn around and go back to the forest.

Alan Baier said. "I saw four orcs that would hide themselves. I killed one with my comrades in the confrontation. Their leader is one-eyed, and that..." He was a little uncertain, after all, how could Catachan's war blade be in the hands of an orc? inside.

Lieutenant Colonel Arwada stopped. "One-eyed? It's..."

I saw Alan Baier's hesitation again. "What the fuck do you want to say, say it!"

Alan Baier replied. "Yes! I saw a Catachan saber! It was once across my neck!"

After listening to the lieutenant colonel, he went into the forest without looking back. Alan Bayer only felt sweaty. After all, he was a member of the special forces with such a high military rank, and he felt tired and difficult to communicate.

But after a while, the lieutenant colonel's voice came out. "Take your garbage cans and laser guns, and go to the green leather camp with us to investigate the situation, Gentle Starman!"

(End of this chapter)