Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 150: Falakcia’s Redemption, why is the second lieutenant fighting against the Chaos traitors?

In order to prevent the enemy from accidentally bombing the armored forces, most of the Baneblades and Lemanus were parked in hidden spots about a mile away from the castle. This range could not only ensure support at any time and anywhere, but also prevent the enemy from attacking. Attack, but now that Rumin's machine soul has completely failed, the journey to the liquid plain has left the 113th regiment of Falakxia in a tangle.

As Imperial Guards, they must not abandon their armored vehicles, but as brothers of Skadi's only regiment, they must also save those friends who are in distress.

And even if the basilisk is not a basilisk, it cannot fire projectiles. In the continuous experiments of the Pangia sub-armored regiment, those shells still cannot be fired, and even the basilisk's muzzle cannot be twisted. Those war equipment driven by machine souls and source power are almost useless. It's like death, but the rougher things are still useful.

"Artillery... ready, ready?" chaotic voices roared. Zai Wei was approaching the only radio that could communicate with his comrades, listening to the already messy and even chaotic sounds.

"The bombardment cannot be launched, the machine spirit is unhappy, the bombardment failed! The bombardment failed!"

"Requesting for intelligence, requesting for frontline intelligence." She kept reporting, but at this moment the information was completely invalid. After confirming that the radio communication was shut down, the lieutenant of Falakxia fell into thinking.

They are not far from the main battlefield, but they are not good at individual combat effectiveness. Simply approaching will cause sudden increase in casualties.

Looking at the radio equipment mounted in the Salamander command tank, the captain felt helpless for the first time. Falakxia and Skadi's troops had never experienced the terrifying situation in the forest world. Silence, as if Dong himself is the only person left in the world.

They have never fought such a war. Although they have a long experience of self-protection and surviving the siege of aliens, those things are worthless in the face of a real war.

Communication is the lifeblood of war, information is blood, and communicators are blood vessels. Without those things to transport war news, the entire war machine will wither because there is no nutrition. Compared with no supplies, silence brings even more fear than usual. pressure.

What is the situation now, what enemy are their teammates facing, what kind of thing has invaded the empire, have they become deserters?

Falakcia has experienced three hundred years of loneliness, but now that they really entered the battlefield, they couldn't bear it for even a few minutes. They were jealous, lonely, and afraid that it was not the fortress they were used to, and they could be bombed and shelled by the enemy anytime and anywhere. , a small encampment invaded.

But they didn't have any information. It felt like suffocation, as if the air in that world had suddenly been sucked out.

"Emperor, what should they do? Should they leave or stay, should they explore or should they continue to hold on?" The question seems simple, but the captain kept talking to himself, but still did not find the answer. If the communication is good, , the equipment is started, but they are not here, what should they do if they neglect their duties and lose victory?

But if all the machines really shut down, could they let all their brothers and sisters die without knowing anything?

In addition to his own thoughts, the captain could also hear his comrades discussing whether to attack or to stay behind, but everyone had different opinions. It was not about character, choice, or mistakes, but how to break the deathly tranquility. .

"They should go to the front line. They are brothers and sisters who are fighting thousands of meters away!" a non-commissioned officer shouted.

"No! The Imperial Engine is right here!" Another soldier retorted.

"Let the investigation team go out?" said a very reliable voice.

"No, the investigation team has no reporting capabilities, and they don't have any monitoring capabilities. Will someone leave the army at this moment..." The sergeant answered very cryptically, but everyone knew that the two unspoken words represented With deserters.

At this moment, their psychological pressure is even greater than that of the front line, and they feel confused about what they should do and what they should do.

That's why Heskadi is so much stronger than other legions, because each of them really knows why they are fighting and why they live. That kind of will is the foundation of Heskadi and everything that comes from living. The Imperial Guard is used to killing and silence in that terrible forest. It is absolutely crazy for the Imperial Guard. Maybe the Skadi soldiers are real lunatics.

In the long history of human wars, very few troops can maintain their will to fight for a long time when they completely lose contact with the center. But Skadi was cultivated with that kind of spirit because of Gondwa VI's silence and normal contact from time to time. Terrible morale.

Gondwa VI is like a special training ground, as if it is designed to create that kind of soldiers, the kind of melting pot trained by those who are not afraid of silence, are not afraid of losing contact, and believe in themselves and their loyal troops.

But Falakcia couldn't do it. Although they were once lonely, the feeling was different, and the same was true for the Pangia Second Armored Regiment. Their restless hearts were filled with all kinds of messy thoughts.

If we go east like that, the unit will collapse on its own, because of the terror brought by the tranquility, because of the complete tranquility of the dark forest, no notification from the infantry regiment, no shouts from the comrades, no command, the vehicles will stop, the combat effectiveness will decrease eastward, etc. Complex reasons.

But in such despair, the captain suddenly raised his legs. "He handed over all the command power to the commander of the Panjia Armored Regiment, and he asked to take the communicator and go to explore the scope of the electromagnetic interference himself, and report the situation to the headquarters and request support."

In any case, no matter what the situation, the world always needs heroes, and there are people like the captain who will make her comrades not doubt her departure, because no one is more powerful and loyal than her. She can become a general, and she has inherited the loneliness and expectations of Flaxia for three hundred years. No matter whether it is her own future or the consciousness of her predecessors, she will never run away.

The quiet and noisy military camp suddenly became quiet. The engineering team began to dismantle the twenty kilograms of communication equipment. The logistics filled the captain's tactical belt with food and ammunition. Others cast their eyes on the hero, because they didn't know how far she needed to go to touch the edge of the information blockade, nor did they know if there were enemies on the road, but the captain needed to walk those roads alone.

She blocked the madness and loneliness in her body. Even if she was stronger than ordinary people, how could the madness not oppress her?

The lieutenant said nothing. The soldiers of the two star legions, Furaxia and Pangia, could salute the torch legs carrying hope with the Sky Eagle Salute. The lieutenant faced the desperate fear of the long road and not knowing where the goal was.

In the void, the Bordello was approaching the low-earth orbit of the void. Alanbair didn't want to delay too long. He had to find a way to land in the core of the battlefield quickly.

"Staff, what do the ground troops say?" He looked at the endless gray horizon from the window. There were traces of those restless wars, craters and deaths, but he couldn't be sure where the war was.

The staff answered. "The ground command said that all four Imperial Guard regiments lost contact about thirty minutes ago. Now they can't be sure of the situation at all?" Alanbair said. "Specific route, he asked for the specific route of the Mechanicus camp!"

"They went directly with a transport plane!"

The staff officer replied. "But they don't know the enemy's configuration. If there is enough air defense force, or they encounter an accident, they may even be shot by their own people for suddenly entering the airspace of the Imperial Guard. Without intelligence and answers, they can't carry out military operations!"

Alan Baier angrily hit the window of Bordello with his fist, looking at the damn ground in the east, wishing to smash those heretics into pieces, but was hindered by strange witchcraft, and his fists overflowed with blood, and even the ship's fine gold was smashed into a small pit, and the captain heard that it was not good.

"His God Emperor, why am I messing with his cruel ship!" The captain stopped commanding and cursed Alan Baier. Even though they were really good comrades, they couldn't mess with his ship!

Alan Baier looked at his legs in surprise. Was that a fine gold deck? !

He was covering those things immediately, and he couldn't label himself as a heretic, and then said. "Bastard heretic!" Then he took out the relic leg gun in low-power mode and fired a shot at that position.

Captain Donglai's heart-wrenching scream and their almost broken friendship barely covered up the abnormal situation.

Ailanbaier wiped the cold sweat. He felt that he could win an Oscar, but what had his body experienced? That power was not good? Could it be that the orcs thought that if I was strong, I would really be strong. Is that true? Is it the Emperor... or am I a mutant?

But he still tried to make himself look normal. In any case, he firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with him. He asked the staff again. "Is there really no signal? Not at all? Their direct communication with the war zone also fell into the sea?"

The staff nodded, and Ailanbaier frowned. 'Prepare the transport plane, and don't wait, otherwise the battle will become more terrible. "

The staff sighed. "It's useless for him to stop you, right?"

Alanbaier said. "That's right. "Missing the opportunity is equal to murder, not to mention that they murdered their own relatives." For Alan Baier, the Skadi people are the few relatives left in the dark universe. The only ones left in the whole world are them, a mere tens of thousands of people. Soon, the tail flames of the transport plane crossed the sky. The staff could always do something about it, but they were facing new problems at the moment, and they didn't know. If they were 1,500 meters away from the ground, then Merovingian's power would directly cause the transport plane to lose control and land, and then the elite of the entire Skadi regiment would die, even including Alan Baier himself. The transport plane was in, and although the radio was always on, the people in the war zone could not answer. Even if they could answer, they didn't know how long the range of the terrible electronic confinement was. At this moment, the transport plane pilot reported. "Approaching the atmospheric orbit, entering, the current altitude is three thousand meters, two thousand six, two thousand, one thousand eight, ready to land, speed down. ”

After approaching the ground, the transport plane's jet became noticeably slower, the variable jet nozzle position was changed to floating, and the descent speed also slowed down.

"One thousand seven, one thousand six, one thousand..." The Mechanicus Empire fortress at the bottom began to loom, and the flames and smoke of the battle could be vaguely felt, but outside the range of one thousand meters, that feeling was actually not accurate, but Alan Baier could feel that it was pretty good there?

The driver said. "The horses are entering the range of 1,500 meters. Everyone, prepare for landing. We will land on the ground in two minutes." The empire's elite equipment can be transported quickly during wartime. In actual conditions, if the war situation is urgent, two minutes Neither is required.

But the radio that had been turned on suddenly said. "Please answer, please answer, is there...Fola...in...!"

The sudden sound echoed in the cabin. The female voice was firm and clear, but breathless. Alan Bayer knew it. Although the radio waves sounded blurry, he still knew who it was.

"Stop the east transport plane!" Ailan Bair, a big man, showed off. He walked to the communicator without stopping. "The first company of Skadi's sole regiment is over there. What happened? Lieutenant!"

Zaiwei said. "By the grace of the Emperor, where are we?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Landing in, they're right above us."

Zai Wei Ma Zai shouted. "Don't ask for a landing! The place is being covered by terrible heretical witchcraft. Probably all the mechanical equipment within 1,500 meters of the Mechanicus castle will malfunction!"

Alan Bair shouted to the full channel of the communicator, ignoring that the words would even reach the command headquarters. "Stop, levitate, pull up!"

The pilot was activating the levitation, and he was still in shock. There must be more than one transport plane, otherwise it would not be able to carry a total of three thousand troops. Many transport planes almost fell to the ground because they did not stop. Thanks to Alan Bayer's reaction ability It is extremely fast and has the unconditional trust of Skadi people.

That kind of abnormal mechanical shutdown shocked Alan Bayer, and he immediately said to the radio. "Thank me, Lieutenant, I saved them."

Zaiwei said. "Sir, the second lieutenant is encountering difficulties. They have lost contact with the infantry regiment. He just walked outside the restricted area, otherwise he would not be able to contact us. Please, hurry up and save the second lieutenant."

Alan Bair's answer was one sentence. "Everyone, prepare your skydiving handles for some extreme sports tomorrow!"

A moment later, flowers representing the emperor fell from the sky. The unexpected changes at the height made the red pirate Venngarma shout. "There is enemy support!" But because of the obstruction of the ensign's troops in the castle, they could not get close.

But Alan Bair noticed that in the adamantium-made castle of the Mechanicus, the ensign was fighting a "rabbit-eared" Khorne can. Was he a traitor Space Marine sergeant, and seemed to be the commander of the assault force? There was a circle of Space Marines from the assault force nearby, pulling away the Imperial Guard defenders, forming a "dueling field" composed of human flesh on the high apron.

He couldn't help but comment. "Advisor, is he fighting a Space Marine in a duel?"

The staff officer looked at the ensign who was being lifted up by the Space Marines and answered. "It seems, yes, he is dying!"

Alan Bylma took out his weapon and followed the gravity to land eastward. Wai Xin couldn't help but sigh, but that kid was so good at it that he wouldn't even dare to play 1v1 with the Space Marines!