Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 39 Supply Line, Lifeline

The war was still going on. During this time, Alan Bayer was attacked by a large number of orcs on the platform, but they were not the tribe of the Cyclops, but other guys with a clear banner.

The huge waaagh reverberated at the south gate, and this kind of situation happened on all the major defense platforms of Karoo City. The cruel and terrifying meat grinders were constantly activated, and the huge arsenal of the star army burst out colorful rays of light and power. .

The green skins on the ground turned into thick juice, fragments, only a few kill cans, the armor kid or the bigger boss can survive, but so what?
The heavy bombs roared, and they quickly turned into meat paste. You must know that there are dozens of bombs on the defense of Karoo City!
Even if the battle situation looks like a one-sided massacre.

But Alan Bayer could easily figure out what One-Eyed was doing. He was instigating the orcs to attack Karoo City with information about the difficulty of human supply lines, and he was acting as a peacemaker in the conflicts between the major tribes.

With one-eyed strength and wisdom, he would do this, but the reality is that such a plan is simply disgusting, killing people with a knife, and accumulating strength.

When the heavy-bombing bombs that spewed thick smoke were turned off, although the shooting of the four-door bombs smashed the green skins on the ground into a pulp, and smashed many killing cans, the ammunition was no longer optimistic.

"Kailan, how many bombs are there?"

Kailan patted the fuselage, the bolter poked out of the magazine, and the belt fell to the ground, crashing, not a single shot hadn't been fired.

Kailan shook his head. "Finished another ammo chain..."

"Boss, there are still 400 rounds left, and they are all used up."

Alan Baier's heart was cold. If the greenskins of other tribes come again next time, they can only go down and fight the enemy in melee?

It has been two months since the Orcs started the orbital blockade. For some reason, the Orc tribe has become more active. There are fewer and fewer heavy bombs and plasma liquids in the supplies. Even canned food and synthetic food have been replaced by locals. Something like steamed buns.

Only the logging guns that can be produced locally in Karoo City can provide enough ammunition. After two months of war, the situation of firing heavy bombs one less time has not improved at all.

Alan Baier leaned against the wall, ammunition was the lifeline, he was too tired, the green skins knew that the Star Guards had no supplies, and the attacks continued, this time it was the third wave, today's third wave, those beasts Humans are simply impossible to kill.

He broke open a piece of dried white starch food, which was what replaced the starch block, and it also represented how successful the orc's operation was.

During the break, suddenly there was a knock on the door of their platform.

Dong dong dong

John yelled. "who is it?"

Answer directly. "Skadi Third Infantry Regiment, Commander of the Third Platoon of the Second Company, Gant, request for unification of supplies."

Alan Baier was thinking in his head, as if it was the row on the next platform. "If you don't have supplies, get out, and if you don't have a gun, get out and fight the orcs with bayonets!"

He was not polite at all, after all, his platoon was his family, so who would let his own people go hungry?
The third platoon leader shouted. "Good temper! What if I said I could supply you with the bolt ammo?"

Alan Baier became interested, and he went to open the door by himself. Outside the metal door, there was a guy with a beard, fair skin, and he looked very unsuitable.

Looking at the military rank on his shoulder, lieutenant, Alan Byer should call him sir, but Alan Byer is wearing a hell gun and armor, but on the opposite side is ordinary bulletproof armor and a flashlight, making it hard to tell who is sir.

third platoon leader Gantt said. "Worthy of being the legendary fourth platoon leader, he really lives up to his reputation."

Alan Baier said directly. "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and tell me where the ammunition came from?" He was oppressed by the flames of war and pressure. You won't be in a good mood when you run out of ammunition and food, let alone a guy who doesn't know what to say.

Gant wasn't angry either. "Black market, I want to go there to do something, but I don't have enough money, I want to ask if you still have that thing?"

That thing is a slang word in the army, and it generally refers to Amset wine. Wine brewed from food in the empire is very popular in various places.

Alan Baier also calmed down. "Things on the black market are unreliable, but I have no choice..."

"In the army, does anyone still have that thing?"

Everyone hesitated, fighting and stressing for days, some of those things were swallowed long ago, are you still keeping them?

Only John stood up and pulled out a bottle that wasn't bad...

"Boss, this is what I won from playing cards in a tavern..."

Alan Bair said. "It's still a bit useful..." But in his heart, he was thinking about how his adjutant still had time to play cards, so he had to find a way to put some pressure on him and let him learn to lead the army.

In general, he can't be allowed to touch fish.

But Alan Baier didn't know that John wasn't playing cards. He had become acquainted with the black market people, and he often gave them things from the army in exchange for a large amount of civilian supplies for his own people.

I don't know that the way he came from here made the gangsters here very useful, and with the background of the Star Militia Army, he even became famous, and he knew very well that there would be no explosive bombs in this so-called black market. Ammunition is such a high-tech thing.

He thought, probably the third platoon leader was cheated, and as the boss's adjutant, he also began to think of a way, and the packaging standard of this wine is the family crest of the biggest gangster here, only people in their system can use it, this bottle of wine is Give those people in the black market some eye drops and tell them that not all Star Militia troops are fools.

After the third platoon leader left, Alan Byer was told about the situation by John. Alan Byer only thought that John was a talent and he had to make good use of it...

One day later, the third platoon leader came back with a sad face. Sure enough, he didn't get the ammunition, only a lot of food and logging gun ammunition paid by the gangsters, but what they lack is not this, what they lack is something that can break the armor!

Alan Baier patted the shoulder of the third row. "Brother, it's okay, God Emperor bless, we will definitely survive."

"I expected this kind of situation, otherwise why would I give you that bottle of wine?"

The third platoon leader Gant nodded heavily. "Yeah... Fourth platoon leader, you are really good. I didn't expect the local residents to get along well with you. If it weren't for you, we would have fired with fake bombs. If the machine spirit is unhappy, people might explode to death!"

"In this way, you still saved us, and the soldiers in our third row will be dispatched by you in the future."

Alan Baier didn't care about this, as long as he wasn't deceived...

After sending away the three platoons, the real difficulties have not left, and they will not be able to support the next large-scale greenskin attack...

But soon, the brown-haired corporal pointed to the sky and shouted. "Boss! Boss! Pepper...pepper!"

Alan Baier walked over. "What pepper, I want to talk about it later after dinner..." He raised his head and looked at the small black dots flying all over the sky, scattered like pepper, and a huge cruiser outside the atmosphere, sprinkled like a pepper pot.

Take a closer look, it's not a small dot, but hundreds of transport ships!

(End of this chapter)