Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 32 Last resort

Cyclops did not take all the explosives, and there are many convenient and terrible explosives in the follow-up supplies. When you need to fight more with fewer enemies, the reliability of the bombs is hard to ignore.

When two soldiers from the fourth platoon used their favorite engineer shovel to dig through the wall of the No. [-] outpost, they should have only obeyed, but they couldn't help discussing it.

"What is Second Lieutenant Alan Baier trying to do? Such a good bomb wants us to bury it under our feet." The soldier wearing a helmet spent all his energy digging up the wet soil, and then buried the explosives under the concrete.

The soldier beside him muttered. "In the outpost I served in, there was a veteran who I knocked out a lot of interesting tactics with alcohol. I heard him say that the tactics of exploding outposts or exploding bunkers were popular in the empire for a while."

"Tactical retreat, and then the enemy will look for cover, get close, and detonate the outpost at this moment, killing a large number of enemies."

The soldier who planted the bomb froze. "How is it possible... we have to retreat? Then hand over the outpost to those disgusting aliens? God Emperor..."

"I can not accept…"

shouted the fairly well-informed guy. "Hey, work quickly, don't think so much about what you have."

In fact, the soldiers in the fourth row already have feelings for the outpost. It shelters them from wind and rain, avoids the attacks of primitive creatures, rests, and defends against enemy attacks. As the residents of the hive capital, they don't care about the crowded The environment, on the contrary, has a soft spot for such buildings.

There is no way, they are on a different planet at the moment, in a place full of strange plants, plastic, concrete, steel and starch blocks are the world that people in the hive city know.

Many soldiers in the outpost have already regarded this small place as their home. They hung the God Emperor's logo in the hall, placed their small things in the bedroom, patrolled around, and ate anywhere.

They can accept other Imperial Guards stationed here instead of them, but they can't accept disgusting aliens to defile their "homeland".

Hive people are just so awkward, they have nostalgia for their own, small, smelly home.

Today, soldiers have to plant bombs under their favorite things, but their trust in their officers makes them have to do it.

Alan Baier was lying in the trench at the moment, as if he could hear the ticking, ticking, and beating sound of death in the concrete foundation, like an alarm clock, reminding him that he was not safe.

He was lucky and was favored. His life was picked up by miracles under the cover of others, but his own soldiers were not.

In the worst case, he would retreat. Faced with the green skins' already expanded military strength, he would retreat. The empire would not tolerate fleeing soldiers, so he would order a retreat and use the outpost as a last gift to the green skins.

As for the cross-examination above, he will bear all of it, and such behavior will not really save a few soldiers, but only make the total annihilation possible, and one or two may survive, because the war will not end because of the retreat, they are still It is the Emperor's currency.

Alan Bayer stroked the crater that was hit on the trench, smelled the unpleasant smell of green leather gunpowder on it, and his thoughts flew far away.

until one sentence. "Your electromagnetic waves are fluctuating, organism."

broke his thinking.

Alan Bayer looked sideways, and saw that beautiful blond hair was floating in the warm tropical forest monsoon, and the long and loose Mechanician robes were dragged on the trench ground.

"Why are you here? This is not the place for the support staff. What's the matter with your tone?"

The Mechanicist Priest, whose name he didn't know, showed a beautiful smile with her unreformed head, which made Alan Baier couldn't help but mutter in her heart that her transformation was really a waste of money.

"It's nothing, Second Lieutenant, I'm just imitating my mentor. Maybe one day I will be as successful as him and master countless knowledge."

"Now my humanity is just a by-product of the chaotic electrical currents generated by stupid flesh and blood neurons, but I'm still haunted by it."

"And I can feel that your neurons are active in thinking, and, pain, is this the word? Is my description okay?"

She sat on the trench with her "tail" and looked at the huge dark forest with her small eyes. As long as she didn't want to make an expression, Alan Bayer would never understand this guy.

Alan Baier sighed. "I am looking for death, and I hope that my death can give hope to more people, whether it is a comrade-in-arms, a commoner, or the world of thousands of empires. If my death can be exchanged for the peace here and the dissipation of the green skins here, I will Then you can report before the throne and pay respects to the Lord of Humanity."

"But I will still be afraid because I am mortal, I will still be afraid because I am mortal, and I will still fail because I am mortal."

"I'm not a great sage of the Mechanicus, nor an Astarte monk. After I realized that my life came to this world, all that awaited me was day-to-day work, rules, wages, eating, living, and excreting. .”

"Only my relatives yearn for the responsibility of having children, the expectation of my status to rise to the top, and only the school instills the so-called concept that social status depends on whether you can be a good cog."

"I haven't really lived for myself, just like now, but I feel that I am already under the eyes of the God Emperor, and I feel that I am much more fulfilled than before."

"But I'm still not perfect because I'm human."

The mechanical school girl tilted her head. "I am also a mortal, born with flaws, blood will coagulate, flesh will rot, but steel is in my heart, pistons drive my body, knowledge exists forever, and Om Messiah is above."

"I don't doubt it, even if you want to read tens of millions of stc, you need to maintain hundreds of millions of machine souls."

"If my short life can, I'll do it."

"So, I don't understand your lament, but please take care of your firearm, it hurts."

"Please manage your soldiers well, they will die."

"Please have a good dinner, you will be tired."

Alan Bayer pursed his lips. Maybe he didn't live as thoroughly as a girl who grew up in Mechanicism in two lifetimes?

Oh... she's afraid she's seen far more worlds and travels than he has, and his life is books, work, family, and now he has nothing.

"Okay! I will survive, with my gun and my comrades."

Alan Baier summoned up his courage and spoke like a daydream.

"I want to see the God Emperor and your Om Messiah until the end of my life, and when I leave the material world, his face that has never changed for thousands of years will bring a smile for my life, and for thousands of human soldiers in the empire , doting smile, for I will accomplish what no Astartes, not even Primarchs, can do!"

The Mechanicist girl covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing. "Ha...I just want you to live in the moment, not daydream."

Alan Baier blushed. "Go away! Go to your armory and pray!"

The two are still "flirting" and one-eyed, but they don't necessarily have so much "romance". At least the green skins have no love. Compared with love or grace, there is only one thing in their lives.

"waaaaagh!"

The bloody breath swept through the forest with the roar of battle, and the horn of battle roared and echoed. Alan Baier raised his gun and adjusted his attitude. They are coming...

(End of this chapter)