Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Is there a magical saying about finding a bunker, at least within the Imperial Guard? As long as that statement appears, people will frantically hide from the things around them, but only the most experienced and seasoned soldiers can survive. Come east.

A bunker is not something that blocks the body's sight, but it is a treasure that can actually help me survive. In the first few decades of the 40th millennium in that dark universe, that sentence appeared frequently among the Imperial soldiers. It's getting higher and higher.

The cultists' shots can penetrate the thin Chimera armored vehicles, as can the Imperial Guard's explosive beams. After only a few moments of intense firefight, the well-trained warriors stood on the high ground, while the Letlings fired one after another in an orderly manner. Using the measurable magazine, Catachan, Skadi, and the coordinated ensemble of various weapons are reassuring.

Perhaps people living in war can fall asleep listening to such sounds. Of course, the lead singer of such songs still ignores the screams and wails of the traitors.

The deflagration beam at such a distance is still very lethal. The core selling point of the beam weapon is its stability far beyond that of ordinary weapons, even if the firearm itself is not capable of shooting projectiles.

Their exchange of fire at such a distance was better than those of flintlock guns, and even more assisted by Lemanus' roaring cannon. The few legions stationed there were almost instantly torn apart, but after the war, the hive city The gates were destroyed and the city was bombarded by Imperial engines as it was considered a hideout for heretics.

In the ruins, the citizens of the empire are crying. Children, adults, the losses caused by the Imperial Guard are no different from those caused by the traitors, there is no essential difference.

The empire's troops would not only deny their existence, but would deny the survival of mankind. The fundamental problem led to Ruming's tragedy. What's more, judging from the extreme character of the empire, those people were heretics who had already bowed to the cultists. .

If there are really sins in the world, then they are probably too weak to protect their own lives. Although Alan Bayer will never like Social Darwin, the strong will never survive in that dark universe.

It can even be said that if there was no Valhalla Fortress World, if there was no Catachan Death World, or even any other famous place, their fate would not be like this.

The evil of the empire was born from this. Tens of millions of people celebrated the New Year, and tens of billions of mortals downplayed their personal gains, losses, and tragedies to the point where they were almost forgotten.

"Go forward, continue to move forward, occupy the planetary governor's palace, the armored vehicles continue to move, Lemanus and the Baneblade move forward along the streets, do not hesitate." Alan Bair shouted as if begging himself to forget those kindnesses. Yelling, the war engines of the Empire marched on over the ruins and corpses, as they had done countless times.

The cold still exists, and the temperature outside the hive is also ten degrees east of zero. If it is considered warm compared to the previous madness, with the flickering promethium lamps and fearful residents, will the Empire's fine iron be protected from sneak attacks and gunfire? Residential area.

Whatever is wrong, what is wrong, the victory of the war is wrong, blood wets the streets, and those civilians, who could become PDF people in the empire, in Ruming, they can take up arms and kill anytime and anywhere.

Is that why the Astartes have such a bad attitude towards civilians? To be precise, all Imperial forces despise civilian life and they protect human existence, not individuals.

In that tragic dark cosmic era, even the Space Marines, not to mention the Imperial Guard, beware of lunatics restraining melta bombs.

They are not unlike the Astartes of the Salamanders Chapter, they do not have a Primarch father nor a will of steel, great powers of discernment and a body or armor that can withstand fire.

"Continue suppressive fire, move forward, alternate, and remain vigilant."

The Imperial Guard is a neat war machine, marching forward with death and killing. They are not good people. There are a lot of scum and mortals among them, with varying levels of skill. Although the Skadi Sole Regiment and the Val The Hala 597 regiment is not a real professional soldier, but it does not have the responsibility or ability to protect civilians on a strange alien planet.

When they arrived at their destination, the Imperial Guard used auspices to detect the enemy's presence in advance. The city there was almost a path plowed by flames and gunpowder, leading directly to the most heavily protected place of the cultists. Alan Bair used his telescope to Looking at the castle, that beautiful manor-like place is located in the best, warmest area of ​​the hive.

The Planetary Governor certainly doesn't live there, but he does need to work there, and the fact that it's tightly packed with cultists confirms that the Imperial Guard are in the right place.

That hive city, Yuanji, is not as grand and complex as Necromonad. It even has one layer, or at least one foundation. Compared with those cities that stretch out and are as big as the continent, it is not a single level.

But whether it was strictly a political capital, the elite of the Empire once gathered there, and now, the living Imperial officials and planetary nobility must all be traitors, no doubt about it.

"Strict Imperial Guard style trenches, forts, guard towers, and sandbags are well manned. Some people surrendered. There is no doubt that at least two bases have three times their number, close to ten thousand." According to the platoon, the company Julien, the experienced Imperial Guard, was quick to analyze the size and scope of his former compatriots.

Surrounding the black Governor's Mansion, in an area that was deliberately set aside for construction, there are standard Imperial Guard trenches, many individual weapons provided by the Mechanicus, a small number of servitors and priests, and even a few parked Lemanus. .

"It's simply a replica of the Imperial Guard." The Letling kid said.

"It's the Imperial Guard, those traitors," Sergeant Catachan replied.

Alan Beyer said. "Interesting, the enemies there are not even fully equipped with those Mechanicus equipment. They obviously look more well-trained. In other words, the foundation of that group of people is not pure. The Black Mechanicus does not recognize them."

"And the disheveled cultists who blocked the door for them have a lot of Mechanicus weapons."

The chief of staff realized there was something strange about that. "Does that mean that the forging world is using weapons distribution to interfere with the outside of other planets? There is even a..."

Alan Beyer replied. "It feels like a boss. Those three worlds already have such a triangular relationship. They are not the only three empire worlds thousands of light years away in that star field."

"Did the corruption begin in the forging world? In other words, the traitors have already existed. Those three worlds probably contributed greatly to the Red Pirates' invasion."

"The Mechanicus is prone to breeding heresies. After the forging world received the call for action, the armed forces united the three main worlds in that star region and blocked the loyalists in the Pangia sub-sector who could retreat."

Catachan gripped his carbine. "heresy…"

The Letling boy couldn't help but show a sad expression. To be honest, that incident was a bit too shocking, but judging from the abnormal situation in that world, the enemies of the empire had planned it for a long time.

Alan Bayer said no. "They came to the wrong place. If they had known this, they should have attacked the forging world with all their strength. It wouldn't be a problem to take over other areas."

"What should we do?" asked the Letling boy.

"If you're wrong, go to war, go to war against the enemies of the empire, and then go to the Forge World to support the Partorian Guards when you pacify that world!" Alan Bair said without hesitation.

"Aim at that heretic school-level commander, boy Letling." He pointed out the officer who was smoking due to stress outside the command bunker. This was a rare opportunity to confuse the defense forces on the opposite side.

"Okay, boss." Even though the distance was very far and there were many obstacles, the officer was sure that no one could hit him without triggering the alarm, so he was so relaxed.

The name of the Letlings is indeed popular in the empire, but everyone is wrong in their concept that stealing and cooking are greater than sniping, but it is not those three abilities, and sniping is the core of this group of demi-humans being accepted by the empire.

"Manticore array, aim at Lemanus and the bunker in the area, allocate the location, number of shots, ammunition status, and strive for precise strikes to destroy the enemy's vitality within two rounds." The Sun Lord was like an imperial armored regiment commander. Use your own rights.

After those Imperial missile vehicles were accurately targeted, the Imperial Guard received a very high priority.

"The 597th Regiment of Valhalla, Skadi's first and only regiment, is ready to charge and win. Kill the enemy under covering fire."

All long-distance support has been arranged, and the Imperial Guard is ready to go.

Things were getting easier at this moment. What kind of strict positional warfare, if not done by the elite of the Imperial Guard, would be a fool's errand.

"Fire!"

The explosive beam smashed the officer's head, blood, death, despair, chaos, chaos, the command point was in chaos, the school level was basically the highest level on the planet, not to mention they couldn't face large-scale invasions every day .

The level of the expeditionary force and the garrison legion are vastly different in terms of equipment and awareness. Although they can definitely kill troops like PDF, they are still inferior in the eyes of the elite Imperial Guard.

In an instant, their order was disrupted, death, chaos, missiles falling in flames, the Emperor's wrath smashing the traitorous Lemanus machines and bunkers, bringing Skadis, Valhallans, and countless others from the east. forward.

"Hurry up and destroy the empire!" The staff shouted with the roar of explosive bombs, and several Chimeras and Lemanus charged forward.

But there are still people who take up arms in the chaos, especially the damn traitors in the heavy equipment team. Anti-armor missiles are enough to penetrate Lemanus' armor, and the Chimera armored vehicle is even more urgent.

"The enemy is using heavy anti-armor equipment!" the chief of staff shouted, Alan Beyer picked up the weapon, bang bang, loaded and fired the leg and fell instantly.

"Keep moving forward!" Projectiles and fragments continued to spatter. Thanks to Lemanus's resistance and cover, while the infantry cleared heavy anti-armor and vehicles covered the infantry, the advanced infantry-tank coordination tactics allowed the Skadis to There is no doubt about moving forward.

When the Emperor's Baneblade crashes into the enemy's defenses, the screams and the enemy's defeat are irreversible.

"Go to hell!" The power weapon was tit for tat. The Sun Lord, Alan Bair, cut open the traitor's body in an instant. After all, compared to the true spirit, the mortal body was nothing, and what was wrong to him was even more important. Whether you are familiar with the road.

But he didn't notice that a Heretic Lemanus, which was barely surviving from the gunfire, poked its head out. The huge muzzle seemed to be very launchable, but there was just something wrong with the track.

Its pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the Commander of the Imperial Guard, and unless the Emperor returned, no ordinary man would be able to take advantage of that attack.

"Get away!" The sergeant yelled at this moment. He raised the melt, and the ancient technology that was developed to cut through the armor was now spraying hot and sizzling heat.

That powerful fiery lady instantly scorched the buzzing Imperial engine turret, and the traitor inside was also roasted.

"Thank me, sergeant." Alan Bayer said with lingering fear. After all, being spotted by a tank's main gun was not a good feeling.

The noncommissioned officer nodded, and the Imperial Guard completely occupied the outside of the eastern trench, and continued to advance with armored vehicles, making it unstoppable.

And I can't count on the willpower or morale of those people. Soon they will break down and run outside, and then be eliminated one by one by the Skadi soldiers.

People who have no will and don't know why they are fighting are not reliable, and fate does not seem to favor such a loser.

The entire war took only a few minutes. It was extremely fast and almost unstoppable. So was the Emperor's rage. When the Imperial Guard entered the command point, the high-ranking traitors inside had already shot themselves to death with their own explosive leg guns. His head was blown to pieces.

"It's an advantage for them!" the boy Leitlin scolded.

"Hurry up and capture the Governor. He is also the core of the traitors. They can use him to get out the intelligence!" Alan Bair realized, but at this moment, the Governor had already escaped on his floating car. He needed the star port. , that world still doesn't belong to him, and his original right commands the numb civilians to sacrifice their lives for him.

That fat-bellied, stupid imperial nobleman, whether his ancestors were smart people and dedicated themselves to the empire, or whether he was a hero of the Imperial Guard, he was nothing more than a maggot.

That fat, fat, messy mess of clothes and disgusting equipment, that giant maggot squirming, begging the Imperial Guard's efforts to be wiped out.

"Don't let him run away!" Alan Bayer said this, but he was not sure if he could, so he couldn't shoot. His intelligence was more valuable than his life.

"Go to the starport, be faster than him, block the streets, speed up!" Alan Bair is sitting in the Chimera armored vehicle. It is the fastest engine in the Imperial Guard, but it is still difficult to say that it can keep up with the complex hive city. A flying vehicle.

But he still stepped on the accelerator and tried his best, otherwise all his efforts would be ineffective.

Even though he can knock that thing eastward with one shot, the empire needs to understand the situation, and the life-and-death race begins...