Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 25
When the beautiful planetary governor of the empire asks Alan Baier in bed what is the most vivid memory of your service, she will probably get many, many answers. Let him never forget.

But no matter what, the moment this question came up, he would always think of the asphalt smell from the orcs' crude explosive weapons in this dense forest world.

When the orc bullets and the melee boy's machete were waving in the narrow rainforest, Alan Baier almost didn't turn his head, and instinctively raised the hell gun and shot.

The Hell Gun has a stronger range, better penetration, more and faster ammunition, and a rate of fire. When Catachan has a headache because of the onslaught of the orcs, the fierce laser beam forcibly tears the slit.

The hot light tore through the air and burned the green-skinned body. It was so accurate and fast that even Catachan, who was fighting the green-skinned man, could see the extremely precise beam hit the orc's head, and the mushroom-flavored burnt meat sprinkled on his body. face...

And the veteran named Alan Bair was surprised to see that the light beam tore open the orc who was about to attack behind him. He looked at Alan Bair with a complicated expression, and then gave him a thumbs up...

Maybe many Catachans looked down on Alan Baier in the past, but now, they are all saved!
Awada shouted. "Now, shoot the storm grenade!"

Bang bang bang... After the muffled sound of the grenade leaving the gun barrel, there was a rumbling explosion. The hot light burned the soil and destroyed the green-skinned houses. The green waahg psychic energy burst into a strong light because of the death of the psychic boy.

As a result, the heads of all the green skins in the vicinity popped like balloons, and the headless bodies of the green skins fell down. The smell of blood and mushrooms permeated complicatedly, as well as the unique wet feeling of the forest.

The current battlefield was quiet for an instant, but everything was definitely not over, when the Catachans went into the forest again to avoid the orc's attack and search.

Alan Baier didn't even have time to pack his things, so he could only sneak into the hot and humid place with the troops. They crawled and buried their bodies in the swamp-like rotting dead leaves. Their bodies and the forest became the same thing.

Only the weapon is exposed, so that it can be fired anytime and anywhere to kill those disgusting orcs.

And Alan Baier's feeling at the moment is that it is humid, stuffy, and unable to breathe. He can only push away the rotten leaves desperately, leaving a little space for his nasal cavity, and he dare not use too much force to avoid being discovered.

Lieutenant Colonel Arwada held his shoulder. "Don't be afraid, recruit."

"Yes..." he replied, although it was inexplicably reassuring to have Catachon by his side, but now, the greenskins were also entering the forest one after another.

They held machetes and shouted meaningless words angrily. The rough and tattered blue armor was full of openings, and the machetes were swinging around in the forest, shooting randomly.

When the greenskins dispersed chirping, they searched for half an hour before heading deep into the forest. Lieutenant Colonel Arwada stood up and helped Alan Bayer up.

Awada couldn't help thinking, why did he take care of him so much, did he become soft-hearted?

But he still made an animal-like squawking noise. "Qiu, Qiu!"

Other catachans crawl out from behind branches, bushes, and hide from everything you can imagine.

Awada glanced around. "Where is Corporal Lyserno?"

At this moment, an arm stretched out from the bush, with bright red cloth strips on it, it was undoubtedly Catachan!
While others pulled the man out of the bushes, he held on to the ground, his body seemed to be disabled, and his lower limbs could no longer move.

The orc was stupid, and his inefficient shooting hit his spine. The bright red liquid was scattered all over the floor, and the whole person became a "V". talk.

He is really unlucky, Alan Bayer thought so, did he not pray to the God Emperor...

Maybe he won the emperor by playing Maochai?Alan Baier shook his head violently, and put aside his wild thoughts.

The disabled soldier, he gestured and slid back and forth in the air with complex movements, then pointed to Alan Baier, Lieutenant Colonel Arwada sighed after reading it, took out his long-handled knife, and quickly cut open the vitals of his companions.

Scarlet liquid flowed out of his body. At this moment, in the gray light from the orc tribe, Alan Bayer could see clearly that this person was the old soldier who told him to be obedient...

Now his eyes are closed, lying on the ground, as if sleeping comfortably, the forest is one with him, he can rest here peacefully.

Lieutenant Colonel Arvada took off the sergeant's long-bladed knife and red ribbon, which were really important to Katachan.

Then turn around and hand it to Alan Bair...

he froze...

After the troops continued to move forward, walked for a long time, and left the dangerous area, Lieutenant Colonel Arwada said something. "He owes you. Catachan doesn't owe anyone anything."

"But, this knife is him, if you dare to throw it away, I will chase you all over the galaxy, remember!"

The soldier's red belt was tied on him, the lieutenant colonel turned around, and continued to shuttle through the forest very quickly like a shadow. They wanted to return to the sentry tower overnight to convey the news that the number of orcs had increased.

Alan Baier couldn't help but look at the direction where the veteran closed his eyes. He vigorously grasped the gleaming silver handle in his hand, and there was still heat on it. The silver light shone on the metal blade that he couldn't name.

Does he have no family members, comrades-in-arms, or other people worthy of trust?
Why me, again?

When he was confused.

At this moment, a female Katachan sneaked to his side. Alan Baier was completely unaware of her arrival, and was subconsciously startled. The blade pointed at her, but was quickly held by the wrist.

"That's not how the Catachan's blade works, and listen, Captain, he's a fresh recruit like you."

"On the planet Catachan, there are almost no elderly people, so he has no parents, and this is his first mission, just like you."

"Good hunter, now, you continue to live."

The voice was not loud, the words were not many, but all the puzzles were solved. When the corporal saw that Alan Baier was similar to him, and that he really owed the imperial guard something, had he already made up his mind?

Catachan's Glaive is often a mark of qualification as a fighter, recognized by others, in other words.

That "veteran", as Katachan, recognized that Alan Baier was also a "veteran"?
Or is it that this team of Catachans accepted him?
He suddenly thought of what that Catachan said to him, he thought that only veterans could get the Hellgun...

If he is still alive, Alan Baier will probably reply him. I thought Catachan was a veteran, but he is no different from a veteran after surviving from the world of death to adulthood...

Thoughts were messy, the journey was long, and in his wild thoughts, it was almost midnight when Alan Bayer returned to the outpost. His whole body was covered in dirt and rotten leaves. Hellgun, and quickly disarm Alan to maintain the weapon.

Katachan stayed around the guard tower, and they built small tombs for their dead companions, and hung red scarves on them.

Alan Baier turned on the communication device with a complicated mood, and tapped to show the status.

And the command's answer was only.

[The battle situation is urgent and the troops are insufficient. Continue to garrison. 】

A heavy voice sounded muffled in the communication room, and Alan Baier slammed his hand on the table, looking at the cold answer weakly.

(End of this chapter)