Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 268 Forging time with a slender soul
The soldiers hurrying down from the Thunderhawk gunboat attracted the attention of many battle brothers. They saluted and knelt on one knee to pay respects to this war-torn hero, but the Master Chief just asked. "Where are the Captain Jesk of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Roander and the Colonel of the 154th Regiment of Roander?"

Those brothers showed a little puzzlement. When the war was about to come, why did this great brother pay attention to mortals first?But still tell him. "In the area next to the arsenal, their engines were repaired by technical sergeants. They gathered before, probably to boost morale in front of the Lemanus tank. After all, the time is coming."

The sergeant who answered had experienced many wars, and he was also familiar with the Imperial Guard. He quickly deduced the reason for the gathering of the Imperial Guard. It seems that the enemy's attack slowed down the Thunderhawk gunship too much, and the lost engine made the sergeant It was an hour too late, and I missed a lot.

The Master Chief responded immediately. "You start to act. Now according to the expected plan, divide into two teams to quickly penetrate the enemy's fortress from the flank of the Imperial Guard, and help them clear the tactical depth of the side."

"And I need to find the commander of the Imperial Guard, and I will come to the large army soon, don't wait for me!"

The brothers answered. "yes."

the Master Chief said again. "By the way, to mobilize 10 brothers, it is best to assault space fighters. I need to conduct a surprise attack."

Without waiting for a reply, the Master Chief walked towards the armory as quickly as possible, because the Master Chief knew that even though the human soul cannot fill one of its billions no matter how broken it is in this dark and boundless universe, even the last A powerful wizard can only stir a tiny bit of that endless silence, so no matter what the situation, the whole of a single mortal is not so important.

Therefore, among the Destroyer Eagles, some brothers couldn't understand what they expected of mortals. In their eyes, mortals were far inferior to space fighters in terms of attack power, speed, and strategic deployment capabilities. Only the number was good.

However, this kind of contempt is not something made in a day or two, but the reality and accumulated over time. It is deeply rooted. Even if they were born in the blood of the Ultramarines in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, they have experienced thousands of years. The Ultramarines love the people of the five hundred worlds.

But the Imperial Guard never cared about how the angels looked at them. They were used to a lot of eyes, whether they were given to them by nobles or high-level officials. They were already used to that feeling. There were no interstellar soldiers, state religion, and court , and many elites of the empire will regard them as a usable but unrefined army.

Mortals are united and indomitable because of their frailty, and the Emperor would not have smiled on them without the help of the Imperial Guard and with mere foolish arrogance.

The Master Chief sees it clearly and understands the reason clearly. Mortals, space fighters, and many loyal people in the empire who have dedicated themselves to this huge system must one day put aside all discrimination and stand together, but apart from the emperor, who else? can do?Primarch?

He believed in this way before, but now he feels that it is wrong. The worship of the Primarch cannot solve all problems. Their appearance can inject vitality into this huge empire, but it is only to make the necrotic flesh no longer stink.

He fell into distress, where is the road to the salvation of human beings? Right now there is the altar of demons next to it, and a little further away is the traitor Freeport. Thousands of aliens.

But his desperate thoughts were dissipated by the sound of prayers. Unknowingly, he walked to the armory and looked sideways. There are several war engines, but the most eye-catching thing is not the steel monster, but Standing on the Chimera armored vehicle, young soldiers with high spirits.

Captain Jesk amplified his voice with the heavy backpack of the signaler, the short small grid to make his plausible words be heard, and his military boots stepped on the metal body of the Chimera, speaking to the loyal.

The dark, foggy weather did not dampen his spirit, in the bright words, in the countless faint prayers of the soldiers.

Those people lined up neatly, and the imperial staff patrolled the crowd. When the captain began his own language, the silence of death seemed to appear as a matter of convention. The excellent discipline here consisted of only two teams of remnants, total less than [-] The human army is vividly displayed, just as the Lord of Skadi often commented, war is the best melting pot of refined iron.

"Soldiers of Loander!" Jesk began, his voice amplified through the speakers on the signalman's pack. "You have fought long and hard for this world, I salute your tenacity! Salute your bravery! Salute your faith!"

Many warriors made the eagle gesture, but their faces remained sullen, knowing what was coming.

"But our duty is not done yet," Jeske said. "The enemy is still there. The Emperor demands more, and the only words we will answer are, obey!"

He saw determination in their faces.They are strong, with will and loyalty running through their spines, despite enduring weeks of hardship and almost certainly the threat of death.

"The enemies of heretics have poured their filth upon us, and they have suffered all the hardships and horrors they could bear."

"Many of our compatriots have long since died, but we are still strong! What I see in you are not broken souls, but brave soldiers of the Empire, which fills my heart with pride!"

He saw several soldiers raised their heads, and several people straightened their shoulders again. They were very grateful for such praise, and at the same time accepted the concept that they were the last survivors of this world.

The Captain strikes while the iron is hot "Perhaps our enemies think we are defeated, as when heresy smashed the world beneath our feet!"

"But we were not defeated then, and we are not defeated now! The Emperor and honor are in my heart, and I know you are too! Today we stand alongside the glorious Adeptus Astartes of the Destroyer Eagles, and serve the planet The true master of the district, the king of Skadi, the Lord of the Sun Alan Bair, this will surely make the enemy fearful, and we will surely win!"

Finally, there was a burst of cheers, even if it was hollow, the skin of the soldiers here was as pale as wax. Although they were in good spirits, those viruses, plagues, and diseases, that is, the caster plague wizards left behind on many people Wounds and scars make them look like dying people in the twilight.

If there are good enough conditions and medical treatment, it is not difficult to survive, but there is no time now, the space warriors drag the mortals forward, if they do not advance, they will die, and if they advance, they will die, so let the golden throne leave them their own position, rather than being slaughtered by heretics.

Even so, Jesk and his regiment had been caught in the enemy's blight for too long, and had killed so many of their sick brethren to minimize the breakup, that it was impossible to believe they would ever leave the field alive.

It's just that he has agreed to the plan made by the Chief, but he knows that he can't take risks, because this unit no longer has any fault tolerance rate. Failure, this ambiguous formation is also the only one in Loander. The two legions will be doomed forever.

"Be strong, brothers and sisters of Roander!" he cried accordingly. "Bound your heart with faith, and your soul with contempt. Remember, it is a great honor to die in the name of the Emperor!"

Finally, he climbed down from a high place, and the officer next to him handed over barely clean purified water, and he took in the holy medicine that kept the officers healthy, and moistened his throat at the same time, and such a thing could only depress those from the highest heaven. Filth, and when the war is over, he will be like his own soldiers.

He looked at his watch. It was less than a few minutes before the war started. He needed to enter the field. He walked to the transport vehicle, but it was not his comrades who greeted him, but an angel. Giants.

said the Master Chief. "The war is about to begin."

"Yes, I have seen the reconnaissance information you provided on the tactical tablet. It is amazing. Every location is marked, but the bunkers surround the entire fortress. From the strategic map, the enemy's trenches have excellent tactics. Depth, so I plan to use infantry to coordinate, infantry to scout, clean up anti-tank equipment, and tanks to crush trenches and fortresses to provide new roads." The captain replied respectfully.

"The flanks will also be supported by space fighters. Your judgment is very accurate, and the mobilization just now is also very exciting. I can confirm that you are a good commander." The Master Chief replied in approval.

"No, I don't want me to be. Those are the sacrifices and deaths of my comrades in arms. I changed in just one month. It was too fast. The pain and misery that came with it are even more unforgettable." The captain sank.

The Master Chief has experienced this feeling countless times, all the time, all the time, until now, he is also the one who is most qualified to comfort the captain. "But your progress can make such situations less frequent, so that the enemy will be cowardly when they see you, and the Emperor will understand."

"Yes, yes..." He murmured repeatedly, then quickly collected his emotions and asked. "So, my lord, what do you want from me?"

The Master Chief took out his tactical tablet and pointed out with his finger near the area near the fortress.

"Skyhawk Mountain?" The captain who was a local answered the location of this area in an instant, but the Master Chief said. "This area is occupied by a cauldron that serves as an altar."

"But this place is not covered by a void shield, so put it here?" The captain said in an uncertain tone.

"No one doubts the dangerous place. If it wasn't for the gunboat passing by this area, I felt strange in the coincidence. Maybe we wouldn't find this place even if we took down the fortress." The Master Chief said.

"The Emperor bless you..." The captain didn't know what words to use to describe it. "But we don't have the strength to attack again..."

"So, I need the elite. I have mobilized 10 interstellar warriors. Next, I need a Chimera armored vehicle and a dozen veterans to serve as the adjutants of the interstellar warriors." The Master Chief replied with certainty.

"It's a great honor. The Loander people are valued by you. There is still time before departure. You can go to the chief of staff to choose. Those who were born in the Academy of Loyalty will take care of the soldiers." The captain replied and asked. "By the way, is there anyone for your adjutant?"

The Master Chief replied. "Yes, it's quite a good seed, but he was a gunboat driver before, so I don't know if he can be a Chimera armored vehicle driver."

"Sure, I think the person you choose must be fine." The captain replied.

"I hope..." The Master Chief looked at the misty sky, but his thoughts were not on the adjutant, but on the enemy commander, the war lord, and his rune warriors. Many blood debts have not yet had a chance to be settled , whether it's your own, your brothers', or the Imperial Guard's.

And he has some feeling that the re-meeting with this guy probably won't be on the frontal battlefield, but they will definitely meet in the short term.

And soon, the Master Chief searched for a few veterans neatly, and sat in the Chimera. At the same time, the large army began to shuttle through the core roads of this world. Such a large scale made the divination instrument on Tianying Mountain clear. Outline the scale and shape of the attack.

Said their astropath, "They are all out, my lord, and I can see them moving like maggots through the remains of the city."

Ed von Ka gently rubbed the beard on his chin, and replied. "Then it's really a pity, if they are willing to be poisoned to death, the effect of this ceremony will be better, and obviously, the followers of the corpse emperor are quite talented in spoiling good things."

His new lieutenant, a former Imperial Guard officer, echoed earnestly. "Yes, my lord, they are stupid, cowardly, and reckless."

Ed von Ka suddenly spoke. "You're much more boring than Custer." He had already imagined how his adjutant should have spoken, and he missed the hissing sound, like a poisonous snake.

And the unlucky officer was rendered speechless, he wanted to justify himself, and opened his mouth. "I'm just speaking the truth..."

Ed von Ka, as expected of being born in a military family, cursed. "Then you shouldn't insult the enemy. We have fought with them in such a situation. Now that you insult them, does it mean that we are also stupid mobs?"

"No wonder you couldn't even take down a Thunderhawk gunboat! Now this place is also exposed, can you move Tianying Mountain?"

The officer hesitated for a long time, then could only nod. "Yes, my lord, they are powerful fighters."

Ed von Ka just showed a bad expression. "Yes, it's too difficult. However, tell the troops to load the shells. The gods told me that the final battle is coming, and we only need to make them sacrifices, praise the dark."

The adjutant replied. "Dark Praise..."

(End of this chapter)