Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

The Orc War lasted a little longer than the Imperial Navy had imagined, but it was not far from expectations. But they did a good job, allowing the Empire to rest for a while. The war burned across the starry sky and never stopped, and those Orcs also completely Disappeared from the void, or to be precise, fled in all directions.

They will become the greatest enemy of mankind. A few hundred years later, war leaders will appear to lead them on a journey across the stars and seas, and then appear in front of mankind again, tirelessly staging war farces again and again.

Is this their goal? To bury it in their genes, deep in their bones, and remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Instead of sighing, the red pirate troops are advancing again, the auspicious omen is showing vague red dots, the drums of war are beating again, the Iron Gate is here, but no one can enjoy that feeling, but at this moment the war and the Skadi people Coal system.

Because they had just finished the war with the orcs, and the repairs of the Bordero also needed time, they rested in their own camp area. The Letlings cooked the special cod fish soup, which tasted fresh and sweet.

He is not a traditional Letling, but the talent of his ancestors has not been discarded at all, and his cooking skills are buried in his heart. Even if he is brought to the forging world and has read through thousands of generations, it remains stable.

The second lieutenant was eating his dinner, arranging the table in a boring way on the cold metal, feeling resentful that he did not join the war, but everyone needed to rest, and he rarely became quiet.

Eat, and then have an exaggerated sleep. There are people sleeping everywhere outside the Bordelao cabin. Others want to eat, and if they can’t eat, they can’t sleep. The war is too urgent, and the high-intensity battleship battle is even more difficult. Hours of gunfire and machinery roaring, shaking.

In that case, if the soldiers can sleep very well...well, except for the Skadi veterans, after all, they have encountered situations like the Orc War and are familiar with them early. For them, too quiet sleep is not good.

This is neither a good thing nor a tragedy. The symptoms of PTSD are almost unavoidable. It is not difficult to imagine that when they retire, Keke will not be used to peace.

The good news is that there are so many places at war in the Empire that they can easily keep fighting... until the Emperor dies. Therefore, PTSD does not exist. During the war, those who are crazy are instead alert and foresight, because the enemy is always there. exist.

Amset is better than Snake Wine and has a richer taste, and it is very unique. It tastes different depending on where it is produced. In fact, distilled liquor made from genetically modified wheat is also called Amset, and genetically modified corn Neither.

The difference in taste between them may be that of vodka and red wine, but at the end of that dark forty millennium, humans could no longer control that.

War makes many things worse. Just a few decades can turn a dynasty into chaos. Once upon a time, hundreds of years of war can be recorded in the annals of history. However, human beings have not faced tens of thousands of years of war until the dawn of time. What's the matter? Can it not get worse?

When the alcohol was reduced to the point where Dong was drunk, the Skadi talents were finally freed from the war for just a moment.

Alan Bair stirred the creamy fish soup. He was one of the few people who could sleep outside the battleship. Just a few hours of sleep made him much more powerful than them. But that was not a curse for those who lived in the war. How could Keke be healthy, but at that time, the entire empire was unhealthy.

The staff officer came up to him and took out his private collection, some good dried meats, dried fruits, etc., suitable to match the unusually quiet confinement period.

"No more fighting, Emperor's blessing. I didn't expect that it would be easy to rest for a few days in such a war."

"Give him some too, and he'll trade it with dried meat."

Alan Beyer said. "It's normal to have quarrels. It would be great if the enemy is willing to give them a holiday."

The two of them smiled bitterly. It was a luxury for them to live in the East. They ate dried meat packaged in bags, as if the war was far away at this moment.

Maintaining firearms, preparing weapons, and training shooting, people devote all their lives to the war, and tomorrow is like a special confinement, and some people come smelling the smell of dried meat.

The young man was also the elite of the Skadi regiment. He, the second lieutenant of the Skadi people, picked up a piece of dried meat with ease. “What’s good to eat there?”

Alan Beyer said. "What kind of good food is that? Can't they find what they want to eat in Karu City?"

"That's better than not eating fish soup. Otherwise, the main meal is too little. Don't just eat it. Have some amset."

The second lieutenant took some of his own water bottle and drank some. To be honest, the quality of the amset that can be sent to the battlefield depends entirely on God's will. Generally speaking, the best is the best, but Ru Mingqiu can maintain hundreds of battleships. , In future wars involving tens of millions of people, the amount of things consumed will be astronomical.

Just transporting a drop of wine requires more fuel than the wine itself, and if it maintains a huge demand, the quality of the thing becomes more random, yellow, almost like beer-like low-concentration distilled spirits, and yellow is Do you want to save the question...

It is definitely not a good thing, but it is not the same as the current situation of most of the supplies of the Imperial Guard of the Ming Dynasty. And such bad things are not the personal supplies approved by the Ministry of Military Affairs for officers. In other words, even the big soldiers in the east can't drink it. At least you have to be at the school level to have such "yellow soup".

The second lieutenant took a sip of wine and a mouthful of dried meat but didn't care. Normal people can do things that their superiors would already show off their courage in front of the commander, but he can obey the good wine and meat without changing his expression. So that guy is not a big deal. Lots of charm.

If the Skadi group didn't have that living treasure, confinement would be a lot of pain...

Was it sudden? The staff officer started to drink hard and then asked with a red face. "What happened to Lieutenant Kelly Arkady and I?"

The ensign blushed instantly. "That... that... person... um~"

Alan Bair cursed. "Nie Niannian, for my shameless behavior before, just treat me as reward for drinking his food, give me some."

"Come on... Boss, I think his business is just banquets and food?" The second lieutenant was a little dissatisfied, but Alan Bayer refused to answer. "Without him, I would have died countless times."

"Tell me, our group doesn't have many good things like that..."

The second lieutenant blushed and swallowed the alcohol. As a full-blooded member of the Imperial Guard, not to mention the water mixed with horse urine, even if the hormones were on, he could calmly fight with the aliens with bayonets, but sometimes people chased him. The feeling is just a groggy feeling, alcohol is just an excuse, a lame excuse.

"He plans to wait until the war in the universe ends..."

Alan Bair pressed against his mouth. "It's unlucky. Tell him, bah bah bah."

The second lieutenant's face turned anxious. "What's unlucky?!" He felt that he had sobered up from the wine and was in a bad mood, but Alan Baier couldn't deny that he looked at him seriously.

"Okay...the boss has the final say."

It was tacitly understood, but the lieutenant colonel and the chief of staff actually knew it. They were very much looking forward to the success of the mistake. How many people would be alive after that meat grinding battle?

Such doubts spread among the Imperial Guards, and they are very common. Tomorrow we can drink and chat, and tomorrow we can be around the world. The smoke of war will burn everything, and it will not care whether I know that person or not.

The same was true for Lieutenant General Makato. He looked at the signal from the augur and sighed.

"About 100, even if they are not capable of firepower..."

the adjutant replied. "The Messenger-class Tau destroyers are the main ones. They have no torpedoes and instead have powerful railguns."

"It is expected that there will be a defensive array composed of Merchant-class light cruisers and Valiant-class cruisers."

Makato thought for a moment. "Does that scale alone require their entire fleet to enter the battle?"

"War will not always be easy. How long can the orcs' chaos hinder them?"

"Those noseless blue-skinned pirates are attacking those orcs. They can't stay any longer."

Makato smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that they kept saying they were being kind, but there were so many pirate troops."

"For a long time, before the greenskins finished fighting, all the defenses of the Steel Gate were activated. They wanted to fight a defensive battle."

Other commanders will also agree that delaying time is more important at present, and whether that idea is wrong on the alien side, when the red pirates receive orders to invade and defeat, those "merchant ships" with no noses are also looking for them. Alliance.

Different from the normal situation where the titanium drives the troops, the group of titanium has abandoned the clan, so there is no hybridization. The genes of the fire caste, water caste, earth caste, and air caste are all gathered, but they still maintain a considerable division of labor. With the help of basic high-level medical treatment and genetic screening, the overall level of the Titanium pirates was still not inferior to that of the regular army.

After all, the average life span of the Tau is only 40-50 years, which makes them care more about inheritance than humans. And those pirates are not rogues, they are just troops deliberately sent out during the great expansion of the Tau.

During those hundreds of years, the pace of expansion of the Titanium in the Extreme Star Territory never stopped. In a very fast time, a lot of Titanium came to the core of the galaxy. To be precise, it should be the core of the Ultimate Star Territory.

The darkness of that world was displayed in front of them, and the distance between the good world and the ether forced them to huddle together for warmth. Hundreds of years were so far away for hunters, not to mention the average age of Titanium, which was less than that of a human being.

At this moment, the fleet is composed of four large-scale business alliances, with four leaders, four flagships, and four attitudes. They rely on dialectical thinking and evidence collection to explore the dark universe realistically.

Although joining that expedition was not against the original intention of the group of "explorers," they also urgently needed the tens of thousands of years of knowledge that the Red Pirates had promised them about that universe and the human empire.

In fact, there is no ignorance and ignorance in Tau Juecuo as most people in the empire imagine. Their senior leaders rely on the wisdom passed down by the group of explorers, some of which are plundered, some who inspect the situation, and some who are traded.

Not only do Ethers know what Lingke is, but they even know the history of the Human Empire better than many humans. They don't know the story as far back as before the Great Crusade.

Why don't they know the threat of AI? Or the Ming Tau Empire needs those things very much. Without the precision engineering and lathe assistance of computers, the best Tu Clan engineers will instantly fall back hundreds of years in technological level. , no different from the Empire's Tech-Priests, relying on rougher legs to build their engines.

In their flagship, the only master-level large cruiser, electronic virtual images appeared in the conference room, and four older titans (with "pebble" marks on their cheeks) "faced" each other.

"The orcs lost, and they fought well. He had to admit that the empire's human commanders were quite powerful." The man who spoke looked a bit like the Fire Caste, but his clothes also had the style of the Water Caste.

"He agreed. Considering that they have many human allies, he actually felt that they could promote the good way to the humans there." The person who answered was a female titanium. She was quite old, but she looked like an earth caste.

"No, the Imperial Guard there has a simple will and strong combat power. Even Vengar suffered a loss. The planetary engine called the Ark of Evil is missing. Their troops are still mainly messenger-class. It is difficult to ensure propaganda and win at the same time." "Don't forget, they can no longer return to their home world. Their bloodline is already confused. It is their mission to convey information to the ether from their hometown." "Don't put the cart before the horse!" Silence. No matter how much they maintain the style of the Titanium, they will not abandon it. But for the dream of Titanium to travel proudly in the sea of ​​stars, they will do it no matter how difficult it is. Whether it is complex alien technology or the secrets of the strange void universe, they are unswerving. In this regard, Titanium is extremely similar to humans in the Dark Ages. If the Emperor can see those strange creatures, he may also ally with them. First, Titanium is a rare alien that did not betray humans 20,000 years ago and entered the main stage of the galaxy. Second, humans and Tau are similar, at least they used to be similar, especially in their desire for exploration and materialism.

Third, the Imperial Truth and the Way of Good are also similar, but the Emperor will treat the clever Ether better than the Mechanicus or even his son, Lorgar, Magnus and other charlatans.

But even so, the human race is extreme and crazy, dying, like a beast with a last gasp, while the Tau are full of curiosity and greedy.

If there is no possibility of a meeting between powerful leaders like the Emperor and the Ether, humans in that era would not be able to get allies again.

War is part of fate, at least the Chaos Gods like that drama, and the Tau can also feel the pressure from humans to challenge the pressure of the Iron Gate.

Suddenly, a sizzling noise appeared, and the equipment that the Tau is proud of rarely did so. "What?"

"Their equipment is disturbed, my lords..."

The restlessness and chaos were soon replaced by order, the Earth Engineer shouted. "There is an external signal!"

After a moment, a tall, red, and thick smoky face appeared in front of the four executives.

"Tai, are there our Eldar allies? They work for the Red Pirates, right?"

"Put it that way..." His voice was sharp, high, and ugly, very ugly, with a clip sound!

The oldest of the four cursed directly. "What we have done has made the good way put us on the diplomatic blacklist!"

The races that can be put on the diplomatic blacklist by the Tai include insects, orcs, and the three monsters of the Dark Eldar!

But the wrong side said. "He will help us fight the huge iron block. They need other things promised by the Red Pirates, and so do we, right?"

Silence, they do need it, and there is no conflict with the Eldar at present. Although there are historical contradictions, the Tai people are not so inflexible.

Of course, they may just be stabbed in the back, but weighing the pros and cons, the Eldar can help them get what they need, and even the large amount of information provided by the Red Pirates can allow them to cross the river by feeling the empire...

They need the history of the first 20,000 years of human civilization!

After a pause, the four people answered. "They agree..."

Then, a sharp, unpleasant, almost ear-piercing laughter continued to echo, echo, until the hall was completely dark.