Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 233 Who Are You?hero?time travel?The Emperor's Angel?
For a long time since entering the expedition, the Skadi Infantry Regiment has become a model that cannot fail. The Sun Lord always knows what qualities his own soldiers need, even if it is cruel to this group of poor people who escaped from death. Trembling, this thing will still not change.

Stepping into this gloomy warehouse, it feels ironic that the dungeon-like place has become a safe house for the Imperial Guard.

At the same time, the number of wounded and dead has reached tens of thousands at this moment, and the number of marching troops is even higher, which is almost inevitable.

But if you don't carry out crazy aggressive actions, occupy a place where you can recuperate, and forcefully attack the castle will only cause greater losses.

Crazy and bold substitutions have brought success. As always, as a commander and strategist, the Sun Lord has no mercy for his own soldiers. From the overall situation, he himself is also an object that can be sacrificed.

This is the case in this universe, death is not necessarily terrible, but if the soul falls into the bloody mouth of the gods of chaos, it must be a more insane thing than death.

Secondly, this attack has also become a screening. Those recruits who have courage and will, but have no experience and luck are not suitable to become Skadi infantry.

It must have both, no shortcomings, firm will, and no hesitation. Even if the team has shrunk a lot now, with only 5 people, Alan Bayer does not feel bad, but the overall military strength has increased.

Fewer infantry means that the number of staff officers of Skadi's fourth company's stretched company has been eased, and it also means that the pressure on command has been reduced. Although it is cruel, it is the fastest way to pull those people directly into the battlefield.

Secondly, the recruits disperse the firepower borne by the veterans, so that the fully armed and well-equipped Skadi veterans can unscrupulously exert more power. At the same time, their dazzling performance and iron-blooded style will be passed on to the surviving recruits like a teacher to a student. .

The Sun Lord is using the fastest method to teach those recruits how to survive as an imperial guard in this dark universe, and how to adapt to the craziest and most variable war.

The multiple sandbags in the warehouse were lifted out, and the internal transport gates were firmly blocked by the war defense line. The loose structure of the sand can relieve the shooting of most power weapons. This logic can still be used after No. 40 thousand years.

The more primitive things are, the closer they are to the truth of war. In essence, war is to slash and throw stones at each other, but it just keeps expanding, changing, and seemingly different under the terrible machine called civilization.

This thing is not complicated, sandbags can resist shooting, make it difficult for projectiles to pass through, are stronger than the human body, and weigh a lot, that's all.

The enemy near this simple camp has been emptied out. In addition to barbed wire, sandbags and basic emergency food that cannot meet the energy intake of soldiers, there are only cans in the warehouse. To be precise, they are canned beans produced in the agricultural world, similar to boiled broad beans.

The beans soaked in the pale soup are like swollen corpses, but they only taste slightly sour and impressively monotonous.

But on the battlefield, especially on the battlefield behind enemy lines, being able to provide soldiers with an extra can of this stuff is not only a guarantee of energy but also a psychological comfort.

Cooking starch lumps, beans, and a small amount of meat together to make a good-tasting paste is the secret to maintaining the front line.

The Sun Lord didn't regret his attack on this warehouse either. It provided a lot of basic materials and good supplies. After all, even if he was provided with any weapons, it would be difficult for ordinary soldiers without training to use them.

Yes, the Emperor blesses them, it was the Emperor who blesses them to get here so smoothly. The Sun Lord is standing on the newly built small watchtower. Under sufficient circumstances, it can be completed in less than a day.

Don't doubt the engineering capabilities of the imperial guards who can dig trenches. They have numbers, experience, and physical strength. As long as there is enough food and guns can be used, they can explode with amazing potential.

Cultists are not more terrifying than ghosts and snake gods, at least they are more "gentle" than orcs, dark spirits, titanium and other aliens. At this moment, Alan Bayer listened to the sound of the gurgling pot behind him, and aimed at the far away with the locking system. spying for traitors.

This was one of his few pleasures, to be precise, the pleasure of two people. When Fan Xiang had the bone marrow stench of the untouchable, Alan Bayer lamented the pain in his nose, and then shot.

Bang bang bang, three shots, they were fired, and the violent energy hit the scouting team moving forward hidden in the haze of the building in the distance. The projectile grazed the bone decoration, the fine gold wall, and hit the heads of those people accurately.

The mortal body is evaporated in an instant, and a frightening picture is displayed where the energy touches. A body has not yet fallen down, maintaining the appearance of the previous action, the entire head dissipates, and the clothes with the shoulders down evaporate. , revealing charred skin.

Even his teammates didn't realize that something was wrong, shaking his body that suddenly stopped moving, the body realized its own death, and fell down slowly, so that its chest was still heaving weakly.

And some lucky ones never dared to move forward when they saw the death of their teammates in front of them. The horrible corpse was almost suffocating, so they could only flee for their lives in embarrassment.

The relic pistol cannot do this under normal circumstances. The iron sight without a scope makes this dark age relic have a strong shooting distance and accuracy, but it does not have a scope for convenience.

But the Sun Lord Emperor bless him, he has cheats, so he has no fear, and even turned this into fun, enjoying the chaotic fear of those traitors, which can not only damage the morale of the enemy, but also hinder the investigation.

So Skadi's first sniper, Ratlin Kid, and second sniper, Sun Lord, are locked in this tiny place. The good news is that Alan Baier can enjoy delicious stew, Ratlin Kid enjoys veteran supplies, and can Fresh meat and canned Glo are available, and the Sun Lord can grab whatever he wants from his inventory.

A piece of soft and juicy stew with a special flavor and a few rare green leaves and bread. The unique body odor of Leitlin kid makes this delicacy feel like stinky tofu.

His hairy fingers sliced ​​through the flesh, and for the first time he wore gloves to maintain proper sanitation because it was food for the Sun Lord.

"Boss, yours is alright." The Leitlin kid said, although Alan Byer knew that his ugliness was not his problem, and he had gone through many wars, and he didn't care about the smell after tasting the worst, but the subconscious Disgust touched his soul.

Alan Baier forced himself to squeeze out the words of thanks from his teeth, and tried to keep it normal, because he didn't want to breathe at the moment, and he thought even more wickedly that if the psyker and the untouchable stayed together for a day, That one will go crazy first.

And the food is indeed remarkable. Since Boy Leitlin is the only chef that Alan Bayer has been in contact with for a long time, he has given his Chinese food concept of hemiplegia to Kid Leitlin a lot. It is a rare treasure for the rat people on the food road.

In this No. 40 millennium when entertainment is gradually fading, the concept of steaming, stir-frying, and the use of fermented sauces gave the Ratman a lot of crazy ideas, but they were limited to the war environment and could not be used.

And at this moment, Alan Baier actually tasted a smell of braised meat from the stew. The fat of Glomon was originally similar to pork, but now it is paired with long-term cooking and fried sugar color. Remarkable.

It’s just that the taste impact brought by the combination of bread is a bit like eating braised pork with grilled steamed buns, which makes Alan Baier, a former rice lover, a little uncomfortable, but it’s hard to imagine that this is a diet on the battlefield.

"You are such a genius." He was not stingy with his praise. Even the inherently disgusting attributes of the untouchables could not prevent Alan Baier from making such a comment. The Raitlin boy only rubbed his curly hair, half-short Standing up is only as tall as Alan Baier sitting down.

He stretched himself, swallowed the greasy food to replenish energy, and then began to snipe the enemy with his carbine.

He could even talk to Alan Bair distractedly. "Boss, where were you born? Could it be that you are a noble from the legendary five hundred worlds of Ultramar? Skadi has no food culture."

Alan Baier laughed. "Really, I just like reading."

"But you have never seen anything other than a strategic report in front of me." Kid Raitlin said, and shot outside, making the air here become silent and mixed with the roar of guns.

He waited for a while, and said indifferently. "You are not a Skadi, everyone can tell, some say you are an angel sent by the Emperor, some say you are a person brought from the subspace energy from ancient times, some say you have experienced the Great Crusade and witnessed the Emperor The appearance of the emperor walking in the world."

"Although it's strange for me to ask, I have to admit that the entire expeditionary force, no, the entire empire that knows your experience is troubled by this matter."

"Who are you?" the kid asked, with a serious tone, but he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Alan Baier, because as a soldier, he didn't dare to question his commander, and as an individual, he couldn't question his friend, but He can't be soft-hearted, this is the chance to get an answer.

Now he only hoped that the Sun Lord would spit out a sufficiently absurd but hopeful statement to solve the mystery to him and tell him who he was following.

The Imperial Guard are not fools, and the Imperials are not fools either, and Alan Byer stirred the glo pork belly floating in the red-brown oil in his bowl with a spoon, thinking about how to confess.

It is impossible for him to confess publicly, but in private with only his own people, whether the Sun Lord needs to tell the answer to the people he trusts has become a place where he hesitates.

The Tribunal and the state religion are already his own, and he has reached the pinnacle of power. No matter how outrageous what he said at the moment, as long as he proves that his heart is for the emperor, the matter will be reduced from the big to the small. There are not many traversers, and under the influence of the subspace, everything is possible.

He decided to confess, this is not bad, but it can stabilize people's hearts. Secondly, he doesn't know whether the things he only knows are true and whether they conform to the truth of this world, because only practice is fundamental, and he has never experienced it. Anything from the Age of the Great Crusade is just a matter of knowing a few words made up by people in another age.

Considering that psykers existed in the era of ancient Terra, Alan Bayer speculated that a British psyker used his ability to predict those things, and with more and more children thinking about it, the future of the universe was gradually revealed. The reality is constructed, but is it accurate, or is the Emperor himself involved in this?

Who knows, maybe it's a parallel world, maybe it's a subspace, but this aspect is always so mysterious and fascinating.

So since Alan Bayer used his own "ancient imagination" to lead the future heroes forward, then they are entitled to know where this "absurd dream" came from.

"Okay, what I'm going to say next may not be recorded in Miss Judge's record, but what I said is definitely the truth." Alan Baier said.

"First of all, I do have a bit of a secret, but people in this era have secrets, and you know that everyone has a bad past or a bad personal situation." Alan Baier said, suddenly stuck, he had to Did not say.

"Sorry, let me think about the wording, this thing is hard to describe, first of all..."

"I'm not at this time..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw an annoying bright red flower in the distance outside the observation deck.

"Red Corsair!" he yelled, and the Raitling Kid, suddenly confused, said. "You used to be a red pirate?!"

"Go to the Red Pirates, I said there are Red Pirates coming, 3 o'clock direction, look carefully behind the bunker." Alan Bayer emphasized, after a while, the Raitlin boy also saw the conspicuous loot rack. To be precise, they They didn't want to hide themselves. Even if they were facing the hero group of the Imperial Guard, they didn't think they would be worse than ordinary people.

That kind of arrogance is what Alan Baier likes to see, and it is also the root cause of the Sun Lord pressing the space warriors to the ground and rubbing their old mutated faces against the ground.

The Skadi people will struggle to deal with the battle groups formed by the empire, but Chaos space fighters without logic and command, no matter how strong their physical fitness and combat effectiveness are, as long as they are not per capita Chaos demons and demon princes, they are just individual soldiers .

Contrary to people's usual concept, joining Chaos did not make those guys stronger, but weaker. Without tactics and command, they are no longer scary.

The Sun Lord turned on the radio. "Everyone is ready, the space fighters are here, tell the recruits not to step out of the bunker, and not to take the initiative to attack."

"By the way, keep the dog tags in your mouth, so as not to be bombed. Secondly, those are all temporarily hand-carved by yourself. They are not clear enough, and if you can't read the names, be careful!"

(End of this chapter)