Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 65 Alan Bayer, the "Green Skin" Leader of the Fourth Regiment

Since things got better, the staff had a rare free time. Now, he was having dinner with his second lieutenant, but now he was a lieutenant colonel.

When the frying pan made a sizzling sound and smelled of butter, people didn't notice it. Time has passed, and it's hard to imagine that the recruits at that time are now regimental-level cadres.

The staff officer used scissors to cut off the tendon oil of the Glocks beef steak, and made it mature with butter and black pepper.

Alan Baier looked at this place. This is a good place to live, full of sunshine and green plants, but it is not as big and wasteful as other noble mansions. The staff officer said that he was not used to the beautiful architectural style of the empire, so he went to the upper floor Made this log cabin.

He and his soldiers built it with their own hands. Even though there are many places that are not perfect, such as the crooked pillar, Alan Baier has to comment that the staff's home is more warm than the planetary governor's castle.

Alan Baier watched the steak being served with lemons, and he couldn't help sighing. "I thought that with your status, you shouldn't cook by yourself."

He cut a small piece of steak full of gravy, chewed it lightly, soft and tender meat, this was sent by countless people in the empire with all their efforts, transported through subspace, and grew up in an agricultural world. The earth may be hundreds of thousands of light years away from here...

The staff officer didn't answer anything, he just put his dinner aside, leaned against the wooden dining table and began to write on kraft paper.

Alan Baier swallowed the meat and asked. "Astra Militarum standard format, A4? What are you writing?"

The staff officer replied. "My discharge form."

Alan Baier asked. "Are you leaving?" He gently put down the tableware. For this man who is both a teacher and a friend, his feelings have always been complicated.

The staff officer shook his head. "My service period is still long, I am just used to writing documents, but I do plan to retire early, I plan to travel in the galaxy for the rest of my life, maybe as a wandering trader, or just simply walking around."

"My first stop is Valhalla, then Holy Terra..."

A staff officer puts himself in an infinite fantasy, says Alan Bair. "Stop writing, it's really unlucky, don't you know that people who write such things in literary works will die dramatically?"

"This is called foreshadowing, which means hinting at the fate of the audience as a character. It's a classic technique."

The staff officer waved his hand. "What kind of fate is there in life? Just like war, there are only suddenness and accidents. I don't think there was any "foreshadowing" when Lieutenant Colonel Arwada left, soldier."

The staff officer gestured with the sign "", that is, the gesture of bending the index finger and middle finger next to the cheek, to satirize someone's whimsy...

"There will be no more wars, at least for this period of time. The captain is helping us check and patrol Mandeville Point, understand?"

"Unless the enemy can travel without subspace, it is impossible for us to fail to detect the enemy. Even if the enemy reaches our orbit, the firepower of a Lunar cruiser is definitely enough."

The staff officer is an old general on the stage, but Alan Baier can't deny that there is no so-called foreshadowing in life, everything is abrupt and stupid.

He cut open his steak and chewed it tastelessly, because there are too many guys who can come to this world without passing through the warp, space necromancers, Eldar webway, green skin jump...

They finished their dinner, drank tea, walked on the upper floor to digest food, and walked in the garden. At this moment, they had to mention that the starry sky in this world is very beautiful, with many stars, and it looks even more beautiful when there is no zenith on the upper floor.

Pterodactyl-like creatures flew over the forest in the distance from time to time, the rotting sea of ​​vegetation and the hot and humid air made this place feel like a different world.

Whenever Alan Baier thought that the world was saved by himself, he admired her beauty even more.

But the current situation is that the two high-ranking officials can only have a little free time at night. During the day, there are training for recruits and handover of supplies from other worlds. boring.

But they hope that they can die of boredom, because peace is more precious than war, and it shines like a gem in this dark universe.

The staff officer looked at the sky and asked suddenly. "That star is so shining, it feels a bit unnatural?"

Alan Bayer looked in that direction, and saw two stars, one big and one small, constantly shining with each other, as if they were chatting, which made people feel very romantic.

But such a thing can only be considered romantic if viewed in the atmosphere, because the shining light is not the so-called stars, but the mutual shooting of the Lunar-class cruiser Bordello and the Ghost of Destruction.

When countless light spears, large melta, and even more exaggerated things shone in the endless dark void under the faint light of the stars, the captain of the Boldro moon-class cruiser stood on the bridge and watched the terrifying heretic battleship, The ship's database (a large pile of parchments) found the name of the battleship almost as quickly as possible (about two hours).

The captain quickly understood that what was more terrifying was not the huge size and pitch-black appearance of the battleship, but its master, King Blackheart, the traitor of the space warrior, Huron.

The shining of the void shield illuminates the imperial stainless steel that casts the battleship, and the space of tens to hundreds of kilometers is illuminated brightly, but the side light spear of the moon-class cruiser does not pose a great threat to the opposite side.

If it weren't for Huron's need for mechanical sages, I am afraid that the full firepower of the 7-kilometer-long Destroyer Ghost can destroy the entire moon in just an instant.

But the captain of the Bordello was very smart. He deliberately surrounded the warship of the Mechanicus, and he immediately noticed that the enemy cared about it, but the greed for the STC of the Mechanicus was undoubtedly the traitor of the empire. common ground.

Mecha-sage data-craftsman Griza Dallax appeared on the comms screen, her almost emotionless words revealing her distaste for Chaos, the stuff her servoskulls hated.

"Captain, thank you for your support. The light of Om Messiah is shining, but my battleship's machine soul is shaking. The attack of heresy forced me to overload my reactor. The battleship is now unable to travel at sub-light speed."

This is not good news, the captain nodded, saluted, turned off the monitor, and then calmly shouted to the others.

"Continue to shoot, the astropath sends a signal to the bottom, requesting to prepare orbital artillery fire support, we will fight and retreat, and prepare to reach the ground orbital layer."

The captain's combat effectiveness is unquestionable. Even using the Mechanicum warship as a cover is a smart choice, but he seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, the world of Gundwa VI in the Gundwa sub-sector does not have tm's anti-orbital firepower at all .

When such a message fell to the ground command center, there was a intermittent sound coming from Alan Bair's radio.

After reporting the general situation in the void, Alan Bayer's face was ashen, because he only heard the words orbital support, what orbital support did he use?Use TM's laser gun?
The staff officer also showed a bitter expression, but Alan Baier just thought for a long time on the spot and pressed the radio. "Answer him, orbital support will take another 3 hours to be ready!"

the staff officer asked. "Where did you get the weapon from?"

Alan Baier can only speak. "Immortals have their own tricks."

When this information returned to the void, the void shield of the lunar cruiser was paralyzed, and the battleship about five kilometers away was severely hit, with a lot of lightning, and the loss of personnel was also quite terrible, but the captain remained calm. Slowly approaching the direction of the world.

In the absence of sub-light speed flight, they can only be beaten continuously, and they must not close the distance between the enemy and the enemy, otherwise they will face the most terrifying gang battle in the world.

He has done all he can, all that remains is to pray to the Emperor...

At this moment, on the ship of Destroying Ghost, King Black Heart was chatting with his subspace pet, Hamadria. The twisted and terrifying thing stood on his shoulders, like a pirate in the ancient Terra era.

"They're doomed, but I like the way the cannon shoots and destroys them even more."

Huron fondled his pet's chin, if that was the chin...

But this kind of leisure can't last for too long. During the long see-saw time, the dimensional blacksmith, Armenius Valtex, is reporting to his master that his vocal cords seem to have been greatly damaged, and now he can only rely on implants. things to keep your voice coming out normally.

"My lord, the enemy is approaching the orbit of a world, and we may face orbital defense forces."

The Black Heart King looked at the emerald gem in the distance. "They want to dock, don't they? Docking in the endless war of the void, they just burn the flames of war into the port and die in the void, which is obviously more gentle."

Armenius Valtex nodded, he didn't dare disobey his master too much, but he still answered.

"The enemy may not have much orbital defense force. It seems to be a garden world. We can directly land on the star port of the enemy's capital and crush those mortals with the strength of countless war brothers."

The Black Heart King thought for a moment, and his superhuman thoughts immediately launched many ideas, such as the enemy may have quite powerful firepower, but he can't give up this idea and approach the enemy's core area directly.

"Valtex, follow your plan. I will not restrict you too much. I believe that any brothers who follow me are strong and wise. I can hand over the war to you."

"But remember, don't let me down, Valtex!"

Valtex knelt down on one knee, paying tribute to his master, and then the Black Heart King also withdrew from the command point, leaving the next matter to his capable general.

Many commanders do not have such courage and determination. There is no doubt that Huron can be so successful in the maelstrom where the heroes gather.

Soon the rune blacksmith showed his terrifying ability, countless data streams were connected to his mind, and all firepower and shields were turned into his own game.

However, this cannot improve the overall firepower and shield ability, but improves the performance of the Destroyer Wraith. Linking machine souls will also consume a lot of rune blacksmiths. Under such circumstances, the Destroyer Wraith is like a shepherd dog driving sheep. , bringing the battlefield closer to the orbit of the planet step by step.

Three hours is nothing more than an instant for battleship battles, but the shields of the lunar cruiser have long been paralyzed, and the powerful composite metal cannot withstand the continuous bombing.

Today's Luna-class cruiser is like a whale half-eaten by sharks or something in the ocean, with a tattered body, dragging a lot of scrap iron towards the orbit.

Among the lost hulls were tens of thousands of loyal imperial navy, icy corpses and iron floating in the void.

At this moment, the mechanical sage's data actually read a trace of sadness, but she was not sad because of the death of the imperial soldiers, but she felt the wailing of the machine soul of the moon-class cruiser.

In contrast, the death of tens of thousands of people can guarantee the safety of the STC, which is definitely worth it, but the loss of the cruiser makes the mechanical sage heartbroken!

Looking at the green garden world below, the captain felt even more impatient. As long as two more salvos were fired, the structure of this battleship would completely collapse.

The ghosts of destruction will not wait. The former Claw of the Stars and the current blood-red pirates fired their ruthless spears. In just a moment, hundreds of people and hundreds of millions of kilograms of iron were all scattered into the void in an instant.

shouted the Bordello's chief astronomer. "The battleship lost more than 50.00%, and the light spear battle row can no longer be activated!"

In contrast, the shield of the Doomed Wraith is still shining, which is probably the case in the desperate battle.

The captain yelled into the communicator as the vile warship gathered terrifying energy again. "Everyone, leave the transport ship and enter the orbit of the planet. We need to leave and continue to work hard for the empire, but, the Bordeaux, live forever!"

Then he turned off his communicator, or all the communication equipment on the bridge, and just silently looked at the terrifying, Chaos Space Marine flagship in the distance.

The captain of the empire, the ship is full of people, he drives the sub-light speed engine at the fastest speed with the remaining half of the ship, ready to die with the traitors!
But a moment later, huge projectiles shoot upwards from the surface of the world, is that an anti-rail gun?
Dozens of violent impacts hit the Ghost of Destroyer, which did not pay attention to the orbital attack of the planet. The powerful energy instantly overloaded the shield of the Ghost of Destroyer, and the rune blacksmith hurriedly started the engine to leave the vicinity of the world's orbit...

On the surface, Alan Bayer stood among the cannons made of a lot of garbage, shouting like an orc. "My NB, I am the strongest!"

The fourth row of Star Guards had just completed the task of rescuing the green-skinned garbage cannon from the melting field, and they looked at their leader's "performance art" in bewilderment.

There are also terrible war machines that are constantly roaring.

The bold recruit approached the staff officer and asked. "How long has the leader been with this symptom?"

The staff officer rubbed his chin. "Maybe it's because of the green skin?"

(End of this chapter)