Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 7 The Regular Army's First Subspace Travel
Two months is not short, short is not long, when the No. 60 reaction shooting training is over, the greenskins that keep popping up in the fake bunker are constantly being broken under the command of Alan Bayer.

The training of the fourth row seems to have reached a bottleneck. The emperor's soldiers can only grow in blood and flames, and only those who survive will be counted.

At the end of the training, in the church hall, the state church priests and veterans tirelessly publicized the power of the emperor and the weakness of heresy in the high hall, while several non-commissioned officers at the rank of platoon leader were pulled into a separate room to assign the next task.

The company leader is distributing the instructions for subspace travel on an individual basis, which is complicated but does not affect normal life. It is a bit similar to the superstitions of the West in the past, such as not having a lot of repeated 6, not facing the mirror and so on.

There is also the specific time to reach the Mandeville point at sub-light speed, and what will happen after the Geller force field is turned on, so as not to panic the soldiers.

The platoon leader was responsible for all the announcement of this matter. Although the platoon leader has various privileges, he also has a lot of responsibilities.

However, neither the content of the announcement nor the company captain mentioned the danger of subspace travel. Today's infantry regiment may have only 8 or [-] people who can reach the battlefield in the past.

The whole group of 10 people lost a lot because of the subspace jump, but who is the unlucky ghost can only be judged by the blessing of the emperor.

It is also unknown how long it will take to travel in the warp to reach the destination. Maybe by the time the soldiers pass by, the planet will have become ruins.

When the announcement was over in the church hall, every soldier was given a glittering emblem of the Empire, the double-headed eagle badge.

Each company should neatly perform the Eagle Salute to the portrait of the God-Emperor in the church, shouting in their mouths.

"I swear, I have always been loyal and steadfast. If there is any change, I wish my soul to fall into the nether world."

"With all my strength,
with all my will,

With the fiber of my soul,

With my soul and heart,
Swear to the Immortal Emperor,

Shepherd hundreds of millions of people. "

The image of the God-Emperor Ray, Lord of Humanity who burns billions of souls, glistens as the light of the stars shines through the stained glass.

When the priest of the state religion continued the long prayer, the Star Militia Army who came to the new environment needed the most recognition of religion and new approval.

It is for this reason that the faithful among the Astra Militarum steadfastly believe in the Emperor until their bodies disappear from the void and their souls return to the throne.

Although Alan Bayer does not agree with the belief of the state religion, but the true Lord of Light who protects hundreds of millions of human beings, the cold sun, the Saint Emperor is undoubtedly worthy of respect.

The imperial guards who had been reborn from the reserve regiment left in an orderly array and returned to their room, which was Alan Bayer's shout.

"Now start to pack your things, we are going to the battlefield, now take the cross-world travel attention manual from me."

"Go to my room and get it!"

He walked back to his room and started to pack his things. The manual was directly slapped on the table, and he would tell them to take it when he came.

Mr. John was beside him, putting away his package, and looked far and wide at the location of the hive planet.

"Do you want to go back?" Alan Baier asked, and put away his scattered clothes.

"Think, don't want, I can't escape the Emperor's responsibilities to me, but I don't want to shoot guns either."

"I'm not being kind to heretics, but the pain caused by war is suffocating, platoon leader, why do you think there are so many wars in this world?"

Alan Bayer may be very clear about the basic reason, but naturally he can't name those four, just the standard answer.

"Because the aliens are plundering countless worlds of the empire, killing human brothers, and destroying countless worlds."

The two were silent again, they just packed up their things and left with the squad.

From the camp to the star port, several small transport planes have parked here, three cruisers parked above the star port, countless weapons, turrets, and the unique church-style aesthetic.

Alan Baier privately called them "big square faces", and then they will go to these war machines via the empire's transport plane.

When they left the space landing port through the transport plane, they watched the satellite get farther and farther away, and there was no sound.

As they passed the ship's junction, they heard the droning of the ship's ancient hydraulics, the groan of a machine spirit that had served the Imperium for thousands of years, sending its sons to every corner of the galaxy. On the battlefield where he was, he might have defeated countless enemies.

The artificial gravity on the ships of the Imperial Navy made him feel the same as the moon he had trained for two months.

In fact, this is normal, the artificial gravity has been subtly adjusted on the way to suit the landing site and their destination, in preparation for the gravitational acceleration they will feel when the planet descends.

However, there are always nuances in the real gravity, which makes him feel denser and more comfortable.

He preferred the weight of solid rock beneath his feet to the simulated effects created by the Adeptus Mechanicum's "sorcery".

When the landing ship left, they were ushered into their new room by men in Imperial Navy uniforms, cramped like something made out of a wall.

It is one meter wide and 1.8 meters long. For many people who have mutated in the nest and become larger and taller, they can only sleep bent here.

It's not comfortable, and clothes and things can only be hung on the bedside like museum exhibits, and the range they can move is very small.

They were not allowed to move in large numbers, because the Navy felt that the laymen would offend the machine-spirits, and there were no peepholes in the cabins.

The other platoons can’t be contacted either. In order to avoid rebellion, they are almost under house arrest. The only fun is to read the prayers and precautions for recruits in the soldier’s handbook issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

In addition, the state church priests will come to preach regularly, for example, they describe the next enemy, the green skins.

"Those dull, savage animals somehow know how to cobble together basic, barely functional junk weapons."

"Stupid and childish, they serve no purpose but to charge and die at the hands of the mighty Imperial Guard."

"At first glance, they may appear imposing, larger and more muscular than humans, but appearances can be deceiving."

"They are more muscular but still weaker than humans, and while this seems unlikely given their size, do not shy away from them even in close quarters combat as humans are stronger and can be pierced with a bayonet their throats."

The recruits listened with gusto and commented. "They're too stupid."

"It's all right to be stupid," said one of the corporals, "but I wouldn't let them get too close and I'd have to stab the bastards."

At this moment, the ship suddenly trembled slightly, and Alan Bayer, who had read the manual, immediately realized that they had come to the warp space. This was the feeling of Geller's position being activated...

(End of this chapter)