Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 37 Group photo
There were only seven remaining soldiers in Catachan, and the woman Alan Baier was familiar with also disappeared. It was very painful. Avada leaned against the wall and asked the medical soldiers to inject him with tonics or something.

There was a big gash in his chest, and the bones were indistinguishable, and Alan Byer really didn't know how he walked through the forest with such a body, but the other Catachans were similar.

The bloody smell on their bodies was terrifying, their skin was stained with green skin or their own blood, which made it difficult to distinguish, but the Catachans did not appear to be in pain at the departure of their comrades in arms. On the contrary, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada used the metal The glove pressed Alan Baier's shoulder.

"Thank you, thank you for your crazy and terrible plan. If it weren't for the huge explosion that attracted the attention of One Eye, I wouldn't have escaped. You saved us again."

"And, I got my own spoils of war." Avada took out a long blade, Alan Baier recognized it, he recognized it, it was the Cyclops weapon...

"Lieutenant Colonel, you..." Alan Baier was a little worried, but he couldn't help admiring the Catachans. If he could win his honor under the hands of ghosts and snakes, would he be able to do it?
Lieutenant Colonel Arwada rubbed his stomach. "Is there anything to eat?"

Alan Baier took out the canned food and carefully heated it up. Lieutenant Colonel Arvada didn't dislike it this time, and started to eat with a bandage, although it was doubtful whether the food would fall out of the wound on his abdomen.

Although the rest of the Catachans were injured, they were still spirited. They stood up with the support of four rows of soldiers, and the staff officer left after seeing something when he just got down. God knows what he was going to do?
The Catachans didn't seem to know what failure meant, and even a narrow escape was nothing to them. After eating, they readjusted their weapons, and soon planned to go into the forest to continue reconnaissance and guerrilla warfare against the greenskins.

The soldiers respected the elites of the Star Militia Army. They were the real defense line of the empire. When they left, there would be Cadia, Krieger, Valhalla, and other men and women of the empire.

If even those people can't stop the evil and destructive force, the angels of the empire will come and bring real fear to those enemies.

The soldiers saluted the departing Catachans with eagle salutes, and the Catachans just went out with their weapons in their service.

But under such circumstances, a guy who was extremely disruptive to the atmosphere and a little jumpy guy came. He was holding a strange device with a skull engraved on it. Alan Baier recognized it after looking at it for a long time.

"camera?"

"That's right." The staff officer held it. "I just saw the propaganda personnel of the Ministry of Military Affairs. I said, I have good materials, the friendship between Catachan and the soldiers, and I helped them take pictures. We can keep a copy of the materials we get."

Then the staff yelled. "Anyone want to take a picture?"

The soldiers in the fourth platoon were very interested, but Katachan didn't want to, they didn't want those witchcraft to stain their souls, but the staff officer was obviously a bit thin-skinned for everyone, after the staff officer had a mysterious conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Arvada, they agreed up.

Alan Baier was a little surprised, he approached the staff officer and asked. "What did you say?"

The staff officer replied. "I'll apply for a melta weapon for them at the price of taking a photo."

Alan Bair said. "I want too!"

said the staff officer. "I don't think your soldiers can get close to the enemy and then have a hot melt. I will only meet the requirements of the troops."

Alan Baier pouted, but the staff officer did help him a lot, so he didn't continue talking.

In this way, the Catachans stood in the first row, and there were 70 soldiers in the four rows. Only non-commissioned officers and above could join, and Avada, Alan Baier, and the staff were in the middle C position.

The heavy bomber was placed at the front, and Kailan squatted beside him, stroking his old buddy. John yawned. He took a picture and thought it was normal.

Catachan felt a bit on pins and needles because he felt that it was witchcraft, and his expression was not very good. The idiots in the four rows were very excited, and they were in good condition as if they had not been chased by the green skins.

The staff officer and Alan Bayer hooked up shoulder to shoulder, trying to show a warm enough appearance of the Star Militia, although most of the time they shot each other black.

The girl from Mechanicus happened to pass by with a toast in her arms, covering Kailan, leaving only the loyal appearance of the heavy bolter...

The camera is set, click, click, now, maybe they will appear in the monthly issue of the Ministry of Military Affairs in a few years, but how it will be arranged is not clear.

A strange portrait of Star Militia sentient beings landed on the camera, and the people from the Military Affairs Department quickly printed it out. He made three copies of the photo, one for the staff officer, one for Catachan, and one for Alan Bayer.

Alan Bayer got the photo, which was reinforced and thickened, like a card, and this photo will be hung in their station and become their long-term commemoration.

On the former site of the No. [-] outpost, Cyclops, whose arm was cut by Catachan, healed his arm in just a few hours, but he was still distracted by the huge explosion and did not deal with the Catachan shrimp.

He touched his waist in dissatisfaction, the best thing in that position was taken away by the dead shrimp, but he will get it back and get more, it is crazy to say, he has a sense of anticipation for this matter...

Strangling his excitement, he watched the boys move the scraps to make this place a new outpost, and several fear tin cans were also being built. Brother Mao will come again, this time waaagh must be exciting enough.

One-eyed panted heavily, feeling something special inside him being mobilized.

But Iron Tooth was not in such a wonderful mood. He was blasted open by the violent explosion and broke his waist twice. Now he can only use iron sheets to sew up his stomach.

He is now "iron waist".

Iron Teeth cursed. "Then how did the damn Xiami come up with such a plan, my boy, my waist!"

Looking at the dark marks on the ruins with one eye, he grinned. "I've seen a shrimp spaceship bomb a planet full of shrimps, and then there are countless shrimps gone, and they don't care."

"What's that? Shrimp are crazy, so we like to play with them"

Iron Tooth also laughed. "Boss is right! waaagh them!"

The boys agreed, even if they were bruised and their guns were bent, it was nothing to the greenskins, it was just an appetizer.

As long as there is still enough scrap metal and the kid is still playing around, this gathering of life will not be broken. One Eye stepped on the corpse of the Catachan who died in the war on the ground, and crushed it with his feet. He took a sharp breath of blood mist.

He doesn't like the smell of shrimp being alive, but he likes the blood oozing and their rotting smell, and it's satisfying to One Eye, as much as he's ever lived for it and still is.

Jiba is beating the unformed cans of fear, and the boys are constantly moving waste, but this is not the core of the One-Eyed Project. He has a plan that can only be thought of by a very understanding of human beings. It will definitely give shrimps a unique surprise!
He showed a smile, Iron Teeth saw his hair stand upside down, this smile is the kind of expression he showed before winning the arena...

He felt that the one-eyed enemy was going to be in trouble, and then turned around and cursed at the kid. "Hurry up, hurry up!"

But One Eye just moved forward slowly, looking into the distance, as if he could see Kalu City through the dense forest.

(End of this chapter)