Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 50 Marios
In the complex pipeline of the Hive City, a few mouse-like dwarves walked in front, and the soldiers in the fourth row sneaked in here early. Even though it is full of filth from the upper floors, it may not be unbearable for them, because this is the daily life of the Hive City residents. .

Their sense of direction is excellent, and the team will not be separated. They are fully armed, and there is no lack of quite high-end weapons in their hands, and there is no shortage of explosives. Alan Bayer calculated that One Eye will definitely attack the upper floors on the main road. People also walked towards the largest square in the hive capital in the same way.

Living to death, hearing the footsteps of green skins coming from the pipeline and the sound of machinery clicking, the veterans of the fourth company are not necessarily afraid. Even if the pipeline is extremely dark and there is no path ahead, it is like their future.

The staff officer held his nose, he couldn't bear it, he was not a hive stranger, and the lieutenant colonel of Arvada in Catachan also frowned a little, because this is not a forest.

But they never complain, they just sharpen their weapons.

The military shoes were stained by the sewage, and the lighting balls were shining brightly. In the hive city's criss-crossing pipes, they moved straight forward. At this moment, the one-eyed one was just as they expected, fighting with the first company of the third regiment in the middle of the road.

The numbers 1 2 3 4 5 in the Astra Militarum are all meaningful. One represents veterans and elites. Many of today's platoons are soldiers who have experienced several years of fighting. They skillfully rely on engineering bunkers and narrow environments. A firm will crushed those greenskins.

The narrow environment of the hive capital makes the alley fighting extremely fierce, extremely cruel, smell of blood, high pressure, face to face with the enemy, the oppression of fighting in battle, only the sharpness of the Star Militia can endure.

Bayonets, sapper shovels, beams, heavy bombers.

How powerful are they?They overloaded individual heaters made of promethium, and the heat turned into bombs, which instantly melted huge orc heads. They were more familiar with overloaded beam guns, and shot and killed enemies with loyal energy.

They had been hives too, and they knew all about fighting in human cities, slithering through pipes like gophers, shooting where the greenskins didn't expect them to.

Rely on experience, unity, life, and a large number of self-made strange weapons, such as promethium-wrapped bayonets, socks and bombs made of heaters, and even empty energy batteries that are overloaded and baked with flames until they explode, throwing them at the enemy.

As for the armored units, they are more handy. In the hive capital, the canned food of the orcs is difficult to respond to guerrilla warfare, and the melta bombs used by individual soldiers are even more devastating to them.

The soldiers in the first row will spread out in a group, the non-commissioned officer will carry the bomb, and the others will shoot at the display of the orc mecha, then throw it with hot melt, and then drill into the pipeline of the Hive City, waiting for the intense light to use the God Emperor Fury melts enemies.

And this is a crazy tactic that can only be made with countless experiences and tacit understanding.

It also shows that this unit has experienced a lack of anti-armor power for decades.

This is human beings, a race that finds hope in despair, and empires, a huge civilization that relies on mortals to survive.

But how long can such cleverness last?Killing an orc can often requires three or forty people, three or four squads!
The ammunition consumption caused by the overloaded energy battery is even greater, and the lower level of the hive capital does not have such a large energy supply point at all, let alone the source power of this world is not enough.

One-eyed doesn't care about the death of the so-called Greenskin tribe at all. They are just guys who gather around him because of their power. His real core is the iron-toothed Goff tribe, his own Blood Axe tribe, and a large number of gear boys and tech bullies. logistics.

Soon, the special fighters plunged into the battlefield like sharp knives. They drilled into the pipeline, relying on one-eyed training and smoke bombs to hide themselves. Sometimes the veterans would see a group of scary green faces when they turned their heads.

They seem to be invisible, shaking like ghosts on the complicated battlefield. Many people have heard of them, and veterans even shouted directly.

"There are ghost orcs!"

Special combat boys are not very effective on the battlefield, but when they are engaged in local battles in the hive capital, their abilities are simply terrifying. They like to kill people, and then hang their heads on their waists. Soon, human heads will pile up into mountains.

The soldiers of the empire could only retreat into trenches and defensive projects, but they also lost the ability to kill the orc mechs in guerrilla warfare. Even if a small number of soldiers could use their flesh and blood and a melta bomb to replace the orc mechs, they could not hinder the progress of the entire army.

Soon the Astral Army kept retreating in the green ocean, human houses were demolished, civilians were killed by green skins crying, and the corpses were piled up to serve as a source of nutrition for new children when they were born.

Men and women, old and young, green skins don’t distinguish anything, and aliens can only kill. The priest knelt on the ground and prayed to the statue of the god emperor on the square, hoping that the Lord of Humanity with a sharp blade and a halo on his head would bless him and bring miracles and power.

But a moment later, huge orc missiles pierced the sky, shattering the Emperor's honored form into pieces, leaving only a pile of rubbish, a mess, just like the Empire is now.

People were crying and trembling. Those who were lucky were huddled behind the trenches of the Star Militia Army, and those who were unlucky were already in the corpse pit of the green skins. However, it has to be said that the "obstruction" of a large number of civilians made the green skins attack very slowly. Many boys are obsessed with killing unarmed humans, or they put down their weapons and engage in so-called "duels" with civilians.

Then use his thick body to tear the poor man's flesh and blood, and finally eat a few delicious mouthfuls.

Death's relief from the Greenskin invasion was even greater than the Astra Militarum's attack on the Greenskins.

It makes people chill, makes people suffer, where is the light, where is the hero?
Will the Emperor's angel come again, just as it is written in the cathedral?
Will the Astral Army win, just as the Ministry of Military Affairs advertises?
The only thing that supports people is faith. In the largest green skin invasion since the establishment of Karoo City, people can only try to believe in the face of aliens like natural disasters.

Until a shining light exploded from the ground, the heat melted the floor, and a large number of green skins fell into the pit, and were headshot by countless beams.

The messy orcs didn't understand what was going on, a group of people crawled out of the ground, chainswords, explosive bombs, power fists, hell guns, bombs, melta, everything you can imagine ripped a small hole in the orcs.

The Astral Army saw it, and the civilians saw it, they are a gift from the God Emperor, they are heroes from hell!
And all the sharpness accumulated by the fighters in the fourth row finally turned into the three angry heroes. Wherever they looked, there was a one-eyed orc throne.

And looking at the three people with one eye, thinking in his heart.

Human staff officer, human officer, Catachan officer?
He remembered that in the books he read, humans would always write a hero to defeat the enemy. He was not sure if such a thing would happen to him. One-eyed just stepped down from his throne, and he knew it very well.

These three people must be killed by him, so that human beings can be completely desperate!

　This chapter pays homage to the ancient Terra video game, Mario, and tells the story of the ancient war where the human hero Mario used a hose to wreak havoc on greenskins (mushrooms).

　　Also in Green Eyes, Catachan might not be human(?)
　　
　
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