Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Chapter 160 The servo skull goes to the ground, the prelude to the war

People spend far more energy trying to avoid fear than they do trying to get what they want.

————Dan Brown

The hot wind and the dust of the wilderness always accompany the cleaning operations of the Imperial Guard, but those orcs seem to have no command, but they are very capable of escaping. They have escape routes planned in advance, and they also have additional modifications such as injectors or turbochargers. Even Alan Baier was not sure whether the burning of some substance made those orcs run at extremely fast speeds. Maybe it was excrement, but those guys could do anything.

After all, the smell was almost inaudible, and the strange black mist could not even obscure the view of the vehicles behind. Looking at the garbage truck rumbling in front of him, Alan Bayer felt a little irritated.

"Give it to him, he'll shoot." The Salamander Commander tank is equipped with the Imperial War Engine of Storm Bombs and Promethium Flamethrower. Its purpose is not to resist armor, but to conduct reconnaissance and clearance against infantry. But Alan Bair was no ordinary person. He held his breath and concentrated, holding down the storm bomb with his superhuman arm strength, and fired.

If you want to comment on the feeling, is it stable? Even if it is set up in a car, few people can hold down the gun and fire the barrel until it turns red. I want to know if that thing can re-explode!

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, a roar like thunder exploded in the wilderness, and the other members of the reconnaissance vehicle crew were already chatting with each other. "The leader is performing stunts again." The driver said casually, looking at the narrow field of view of the vehicle, seeing the heavy explosive shells falling like raindrops and the dust kicked up.

Xie Donglai's gun legs rubbed his biceps. He looked at the leader's strong but not exaggerated legs and arms. It was difficult to understand how he did it.

The staff officer fiddled with the buttons on the communicator, and then suddenly said something. "about there."

When he finished speaking, the fierce gunfire stopped, the driver suddenly turned sharply, the tires of the orc engine burst during the shooting, the engine smoked, the weak points of the armor were beaten into a hornet's nest, and many farts died, etc. The car broke down due to problems and suddenly stopped, causing the driver to dodge again and again.

But judging from the driver's proficiency, it seemed that this was not the first time. Alan Beyer was wearing goggles with Dong Sheng and yawned. "What's the channel tomorrow? Staff officer."

The staff officer replied. "Station 7, all the orcs nearby are basically being killed." The staff officer stepped out of the car, wearing a scarf, and fired at the parked car of the orcs, one after another, whether there were any injuries or whether the orcs were safe. If they don't move, they will surrender, even if they don't, they will shoot the corpses to make those things pretending to be dead scream.

The Emperor's bombs can do just that. Just one shot can penetrate the skin and muscles of the orcs, hit their core, and then explode. The orcs hit by the staff also died ugly.

At first, the crew turned around, and the promethium flamethrower hit the Orc vehicle by mistake. And because it was lunch time, the people took out cans and watched the flames spray while eating. There were many Orcs alive or dying hiding in the vehicle. Inside, there were those wailing screams and the smell of burning and carbonized muscles.

More villains than villains, maybe that's how it feels. The Pi Nao Empire is not a good thing in the first place. For humans, they have tried their best to live in the east, so they can do this, and they can do this.

There is no way to judge what is wrong or moral in that cruel universe, Alan Bayer thought, and put the can he had just opened on the pipe of the flamethrower to heat it. The orc wanted to burn it thoroughly and spray it for a while. According to His experience is enough to make those delicious cans boil with oil.

Others chose to put the can on the hood of their car. Anyway, there were no living things in that world, and there were no so-called vultures.

The staff officer looked around with a telescope and waited for his lunch to be heated by the natural energy. The star also served its "master" conscientiously. At least Alan Bayer thought so. It was a bit of Ah Q's spirit. It was obviously wrong. As far as that universe is concerned, they deny nothing.

Alan Bayer picked up the oily canned meat, chewed it gently with starch stained pieces, and stared at the auspicious device. He actually noticed something just now, that is, the orcs seemed to be deliberately avoiding the points near the West District. He I suspect it may be close to the enemy camp.

During that period, the traitor Space Marines carried out several relocations and guerrilla warfare to maintain mobility and concealment, which also prevented Alan Bair from finding their base. At this time, almost two days had passed since such a large-scale encirclement and suppression. Nearly the entire wilderness had been explored by the Imperial Guard, and the location of the enemy was gradually becoming clear.

Alan Beyer thinks it’s almost done. "After eating, they will explore to the west." He said that, stirring the soft meat. If all the problems can be solved from tomorrow to tomorrow, then he can probably start planning how to take back the Pangia sub-sector. Planned.

Although he is not a navy, there is no doubt that land forces are one of the core of combat operations.

Taking back a planet for the Emperor would make humanity in that universe easier, so he wouldn't hesitate in that matter.

When the last piece of starch stained with meat juice entered his stomach, he shouted. "Start, target the west, carry out a carpet search, staff, contact other members of their reconnaissance company."

"That's almost it. Start the engine, sing the hymn, follow the Imperial Infantry Prayer Guide, maintain the best condition, and then approach that way."

After Alan Bair's order ended, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to prepare in an orderly manner. Prayers and the roar of engines slowly surrounded the outside of the narrow car body space.

"Reduce the speed, hide forward, and move forward slowly relying on the craters and protrusions." Alan Bayer leaned out of the car body and started to investigate the situation there with a telescope. The auspicious device in the car body was also exploring there all the time. Condition.

But it seemed quiet there, so quiet that it felt like an ordinary, empty hot wilderness.

The car body moved forward for about two hours, almost reaching the occupied area of ​​the Mechanicus city. It was so far away that it exceeded the area where the orcs often appeared. People who trust Alan Beyer also have to ask. "Are there really enemies of the Empire out there?"

Although he doubted such a thing, after all, there was nothing that could be covered up in that endless wilderness, but Alan Bayer was still looking at the map there with all his concentration.

"Yes, yes, the orcs are definitely in that direction..."

Alan Bair was convinced that he had learned the legs from a certain Imperial Guard at school. Anyway, he had never suffered in that area. He just hoped that the number of enemies was large enough and the data he brought was enough. It can be analyzed in a day, but it seems to be wrong at the moment...

Are there too few enemies? The orcs killed by the Imperial Guard in those two days could feed a single hive world for a long time, which was a lot, but why was that wilderness still so quiet, even a little cautious?

His intuition felt that it was good there, but after the vehicle walked around that place three or four times, he gave up. Although there were spiritual things in that world that could be related to spiritualism, he couldn't just follow his own rules for everything. Go with your intuition.

Whether there was intuition or not, the physical location estimation met the requirements, but no enemy was seen. This matter still made Alan Bayer a little concerned.

"Leave the servo skull alone and tell him to bury it in the sand and wait."

said the staff officer. "It will burn out, and sand can easily sink into its neurons. Running the miniature anti-gravity engine for a long time will cause a lot of burden."

Alan Beyer replied. "Buried to the east, it will be cut off if there is no situation three hours after they leave. During that time, they will build a command camp nearby to monitor the skull footage. Of course, it will be cut off if the temperature is too high."

The staff officer said doubtfully. "The cost is too high. A set of related equipment and a servo skull will probably cost you nothing."

Skulls are transformed into legacies of loyalists. Complicated machinery and endless injections allow donors to continue to dedicate themselves to the empire after death. In a certain respect, Alan Bair's plan is to ask for a The loyalist risks complete death in exchange for elusive clues.

And any resource that is not treasured by the empire is not the emperor's currency, and cannot be squandered even if you are not an officer. That time, the staff officer stood in front of Alan Bair and said. "No, Captain."

Alan Bayer looked at the seemingly empty wilderness in the distance, and then looked at the drawing with three arcs drawn on his leg. Does he believe that his plan is not the judgment of his staff?

He was not sure whether the Chief of Staff of the Imperial Guard in front of him had followed him to so many places and defeated many enemies, not to mention countless nightmares of the empire. Although he often paralyzed himself, even Alan Bair forgot, The staff officer is a position that exists for the empire.

"He understood. He planned that time..."

"He won't give up. He has to believe in his own inspiration and his own choice. If he doesn't do it, things will get worse. Staff officer, give him the communicator!" His eyes were firm and his tone did not drift. Staff officer also answered.

"No...he will come. If there is nothing really weird about that thing, if I don't find a heretic or an alien, he will record the plan intact, and then hand it over to the Military Affairs Headquarters on Terra after the war. ." the staff officer replied.

Alan Bayer was a little unhappy. He Ruming had been emphasizing that he had to have clean legs and feet if he wanted to spend his old age peacefully, but the person closest to him actually did that. However, the consultant still did not withdraw, which showed that he believed in Alan Bayer's judgment.

The staff officer took out his servo skull and said. "It's BT-34721, his former comrade, use it."

Alan Bair looked at the severely modified suspended bone, and the empire's sky eye could feel the heaviness in it, but he quickly came back to his senses. He believed in his own judgment, no matter when and where...or in other words, He must believe.

The staff man manipulated the skull to bury it in the heat and sand, doing it as secretly as possible, even if it looked stupid from the outside, like a war with the air.

The Imperial Guard vehicles also slowly drove away. Not far away, about a few hundred meters away, a simple fully enclosed tent began to be used to build a temporary command point that was so hot that it caused dehydration to connect the skull monitor.

It took two hours to set up the camp, leaving only one hour for Dong to monitor. No one knew whether there would be any changes in that time, but Alan Bair also didn't want the loyalist's skull to be damaged by him.

The engineering team is constantly adjusting the screens and transistors. Compared with the holographic projection equipment often used in the command room, it is just an ordinary LCD screen. It is unclear how to estimate the size, length, and depth of the target, or even the LCD screen. The black and red one is simple, but it is more portable.

Covered by a heavy all-terrain sealed tent, the outdoor temperature reached about 34 degrees Celsius. It may not be distilled. Only water molecules will not dissipate as fast as outside, but the sweltering heat will make people more susceptible to heatstroke. Even if it is not The floodgates also have to be changed every ten minutes, or even five minutes.

But Alan Bayer and the staff officer just let the sweat flow down their foreheads as if nothing was wrong. They just kept staring at the bright screen in Buxiongmao, covered with gravel on the edge, as if the skull was not his head.

He drank a glass of water to barely relieve his consumption. In just one hour, Alan Bayer was unwilling to give up any opportunity, not to mention that his skull was also enduring the terrible temperature.

As time passed, the heat resistance of the skull began to get worse and worse. The temperature outside was already around 40-50 degrees Celsius, which is enough to melt the core of a small electronic device that is running, not to mention that it is buried in the scorching heat. Inside the gravel that has been baked for a day, the fact that it has been without any faults for so long is already a gift from the soul of the machine. This is what the people in the engineering department can say.

"Captain, it's almost time. There's no time."

Alan Bayer looked at the screen eagerly, still without saying a word. He wanted to delay it longer because he didn't want to return in vain, but the staff had reached its limit. "Let his companions come back, that's all. Commander, he ordered me in the name of senior chief of staff."

Alan Bayer replied. "Ten minutes, another ten minutes...it can't be wrong, maybe those orcs are very vigilant..."

The staff officer replied. "Don't say such crazy things. The temperature my skull is enduring is something that a mortal body like mine can't endure even for a few minutes. It's like a burning flame!"

"I don't want the emperor's clean heir to be raped..." He hesitated before saying that sentence. "Stupid pay!"

Alan Bayer's complexion turned completely bad. "Stupid... no... he's a little paranoid, let the skull come back..."

"Let it leave the sand..." He gave up. He won his luck and lost his life. He couldn't force things to happen, and nothing would really be smooth sailing... If you can't find something, you can't find it.

The staff officer raised his Holy Emblem of Control at this moment. The controller with the kraft paper and the empire's small electronic seal could call the skull back after receiving instructions.

At this moment, the video screen began to fly up staggeringly, but at this moment, whether it was an illusion or not, in the sand dunes far away in front of the skull, an orc vehicle slowly crawled out of it.

Alan Bair shouted in surprise. "found it!"

The staff officer also immediately summoned Tingdong, looking at the bunkers and concealments made by the heretics that were opened in the screen.

"God Emperor..." He couldn't help but sigh, because he couldn't believe it unless he saw it. Countless orcs were making many terrible war engines out of steel in a hollowed-out hill, orc cans, and those It's nothing, the real horror is the dark, terrifying metal dragon with its body covered by armor, and a monster dozens of meters high crawling in it.

Alan Byrma is saying. "I found it. That's the thing that made it impossible to start the machine in the entire area that day!"