Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 270
The communication car of the Imperial Guard was ticking, and bad news continued to spread from various companies. As a result, thick smoke was spit out from the mouth of the Czech captain, and the cigarettes were also going down one by one.

The commander of the Imperial Guard bears the greatest pressure, and the more competent he is, the more dependent he is. Some people like stimulants, while others prefer alcohol. Then this man who has dedicated himself to the empire likes tobacco.

The taste of nicotine went from his throat to the trachea and then paralyzed the nerves, so that he would not be driven crazy by emotion, but he knew that this was not the way.

The adjutant returned again. "The Lemanus tank was silenced..."

"Second station? Second station!" The captain was anxious and angry, but he couldn't be dissatisfied with the adjutant. War is like this. Even the greatest war engine in the empire needs to pay the price under what circumstances. In the train, the radio crews Efforts should not be exchanged for his abuse...

"Pull... distance, we still have three Lemanus left, even if we take down this area, how much can we have left, the enemy is not without heavy vehicles, I am not sure if we can hold this blood-bought Space, damn space!" he asked his officers, but there was no answer to the matter, only what actually happened, because this was war.

The gunpowder smoke pervading the battlefield carried metal and cement fragments. Those reinforced ground b had been attacked by shells and death because of the heresy invasion, and now it is happening again.

The smell of blood, rust, gunpowder, laser guns and staggered screams make up this peculiar landscape. If the hell in human imagination has the appearance of a concrete material world, then the battlefield is probably the perfect carrier for it, madness, despair, and sacrifice.

Soldiers are prostrate on the ground, their shriveled bodies crawling forward. In front of them, apart from the smoke and mud, the screams of officers and the roar of guns are those flickering sparks. They have been suppressed. To be precise, they have been suppressed since entering the battlefield. .

But even so, those who are about to die have the courage to raise their guns. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard are not as fragile as the space warriors imagined. They can only rely on numbers to overwhelm the enemy, because the enemy is more than them, with better bodies and better equipment. Then What makes them move forward under the cover of metal and steel?

It's death, it's the awareness of one's own death and the death of the world one was born in. Although the governor here is cruel, oppressive, and exploitative, they don't have any other hometown in the huge void, and this is not a good and even a bit disgusting place. This is the only place The place for these poor people to live is not a place where they can be trampled on.

They are not for the tyrannical governor, nor for revenge, but the belief that the only glory of the Emperor and the wail of their homeland are intertwined in their heads. Ironically, this is also regarded as the best by the Doom Eagle Chapter. The spirit, the courage to die.

An officer lay on the ground, lowered his body, pretended to be dead, and knocked on the cluster mine on his waist. The damn thing was so difficult to activate, but the officer was already weak due to illness. After the short hissing sound, the entire battlefield In the least obvious voice, the middle-aged man showed a bitter smile.

He stood up, prepared, and threw it as naturally as he was lighting a cigarette. The bullets from the heavy logging gun penetrated into his body in a moment, and the grenade flew out with his weak arm. He was covered here by countless brothers. Now the officers only need those traitors to die .

Gulu Gulu, logs, a few bombs, a wooden stick, rolled into the trench with smoke, the heavy machine gunner was immediately attracted by the screams of his comrades, and countless heretics crawled out of the trench, or moved to other areas .

The body of the officer was instantly smashed, and the explosion of the heavy mine ripped through the entire trench more like a mortar. The thick and amazing explosion, and the short-range throwing objects that could destroy the armor of the tank demonstrated its destructive power to the trench. , until gunpowder smoke and flying black, poisonous and greasy soil fell, burying the bodies of dozens of heretics.

Those who crawled out of the trenches were no better off, the laser beam instantly carbonized the traitors who were doomed to die by the wrath of their fellow men when they replaced the eagles on their body armor with eight-pointed stars.

The battle line torn apart by the officers became the road for the Imperial Guards to invade the trench area, and a small gap of less than five meters was torn apart during half an hour of brutal meat grinding.

The staff officer yelled. "charge!"

People stand up and use their own flesh and blood to tear apart the rough, illusory line of defense. This is not a matter of life or death, but pure revenge, hatred, and complex emotions drive this crazy army. Or many other aspects, such as combat equipment or experience, are far inferior to Skadi, not to mention the famous worlds of Krieger and Cadia.

It's just the madness, loyalty and faith caused by emotions. Under the current extreme situation, an unbreakable torrent of death is swept towards the followers of Chaos like zombies, and there is even a bit of black humor.

Death, high pressure, anger, and faith make up this crazy and twisted army. They use the same method to deal with those enemies who have just treated them like this, an eye for an eye, bloody, crazy.

A few fuzzy smoke bombs blocked the left and right lines of sight, and the charging soldiers with weapons had already installed bayonets. While panting heavily, the dying man charged into the trench, which was about two meters wide and barely allowed the soldiers to walk side by side. , The narrow place became their perfect raiding place.

The bayonet pierced into the chests of those chaotic believers wearing gas masks with surprised eyes in the cloudy translucent mask observation holes, and then the soldiers skillfully turned the blades on the flesh and blood, and the blood wet the military uniforms, and the cultist was held down. On the ground, then the blade was pulled out, and he shot in the head.

Next, when this soldier wants to kill the second one, the enemy's automatic gun has already spit out flames, and the soldiers who fell behind Ender will charge, and the bayonet will be pierced into the head of the enemy who shot. This repetition on the battlefield is like a cycle. To start, make the meat grinder fight bloodier.

But the bravery of the soldiers has nothing to do with the situation of the battle. This good news brought more than half of the personnel lost and the morale began to slump. The number of attackers was even smaller. Any emperors and angels after those foul words.

The captain was smoking a cigarette. At this moment, he had finished the entire package of imperial special supplies distributed to the scouting troops to relieve the pressure. Anyway, there were fewer people than supplies, so he just sprinkled the cigarette butts in the basin and continued to face the smoke outside the window.

Because that's not good news, they don't have the strength to fight from the trenches to the bunkers, how long can the Imperial Guard last with such bloody minced meat for one?Everyone already knows it.

Whether it is to continue to exchange Lemanus for the bunker or the lives of the soldiers, no matter who can only get this area, but they have no troops to maintain their achievements, the tragic victory is not enough for the Imperial Guard to fulfill its promise to the space fighters. The insult of those dead warriors... what an insult!

The officers looked at each other, the only sound in the air was the sound of the captain smoking, they had no choice, a regional defeat would also damage morale, and they had no time, exchanged death for this place, and then relied on thousands of people to guard it, a tiny miracle, no chance Possible things, but the officers must do it.

They also knew that if the interstellar warriors did not appear, then they might want to sit back and enjoy the benefits, so they acquiesced in the charge, and only hoped that the interstellar warriors would live up to their trust.

At this point, the high level of the Imperial Guard and the space fighters reached the same concept, that is, their lives are worthless, if they can be exchanged for hope, then take all of them, but those people know that they are ashamed of their comrades, and their hearts are worthless. The burden will not be dissipated because of reason.

But the fighters fighting hand-to-hand on the battlefield have already lost one-third, that is, a full 3000 people!Morale began to collapse earlier than expected, but that was not timidity, but the result of the long battle that dissipated the will. Their bodies were already unhealthy.

Although the trenches are gradually brought under control, hope is dimmed, and the faith of the Emperor can only support those heroes in the end, and the constant stream of heresy will overwhelm the mortals.

Despair, death, failure, shame, those nightmares are difficult for the survivors of Loander to overcome. Although they have done a good job, the Golden Throne must have its place, an excellent position!
But can death really count as a reward?They haven't seen the hope yet, and even though they have paid so much, this empire has made those people feel chills again and again, but such thoughts are only fleeting, because they are determined, and there is the roaring engine in the sky.

When a soldier shouted. "Thunderhawk, angel!" At the same time, those heretics showed fear, just like mice seeing eagles, they betrayed the empire, and therefore feared those angels.

And the sergeant who convinced the brothers soared from the sky, watching the cruel battlefield, full of guilt and anger at those heretics.

"Down the zipline!" he ordered, and the mortal servants did so, sizzling, long, thin and strong down the zipline, the space warrior pressed it like a buckle with a special grip, and the sergeant also took the lead, relying on his body The weight dropped automatically, the Thunderhawk gunship slowed, and the Space Marine dropped from the zip line, sparks and explosions.

"Get ready, shoot!" The sergeant looked at the erratic auxiliary runes on the eye indicator, and the weapon in his hand was not even focused, because there were too many people and the distance was not far away. He raised his bolt pistol and was in the process of sliding The poop is bang bang bang, firing continuously.

Therefore, those Luoan people who grinded meat with the enemy saw the miracle, the divine punishment of the angels, that is, the explosive bombs fell, tearing the flesh and blood in an instant, turning those traitors into blood stains, and scattered them on the mummified Luoan Germans, accurate, and such a terrible weapon exploded in front of them.

Even that person was still fighting with them before, but now they explode one by one, being dominated by life like pigs and dogs. In other words, they can also be killed by space fighters in this way, but the reaction of those fighters is not fear, But crazy, excited, happy.

"Emperor! O Emperor!"

"It's an angel!"

With their cries and the fall of the space warriors, two forces fell into the trenches. The huge bodies of the space warriors almost blocked the road alone in the trenches, and the roaring and rotating chainswords were even more of a nightmare...

Facts have proved that the imperial guards really did a good job. They did their best and died, so they tore a front for the space soldiers to reach without dying. Those supermen who fell thanked the soldiers and used their own methods. grateful.

The sergeant wields his own chainsword, and the Angel of Death's gratitude is naturally only death, but death to the enemies of the empire, the roaring and turning serrated blade, a weapon made to tear through the thickness of ceramic steel armor, used on flesh and blood On the surface is overkill, therefore, people are split like tofu...

Facts have proved that the thick giants of space warriors like armored vehicles face mortals like anti-material weapons hitting flesh and blood, and the completely terrifying aesthetics of violence are vividly expressed in their movements and attacks.

Screams, death, desperate people instantly changed their targets, those heretics were involved in the two most efficient meat grinders of the empire, between the imperial guards and space fighters, no enemy of the empire would like to experience such a nightmare, no Any enemy, will feel that he can accept the wrath of the Imperial Blade and the Imperial Hammer in such a narrow place, and bear it at the same time!

It is a nightmare for heretics, but in the communication area and the command room, Captain Jeske stopped the smoke of negativity and despair, he pressed the cigarette in his hand, and erupted with a terrifying spirit, as if he was not a dying person , as if he were not homeless.

"The angels are here! The angels are here!" He saluted the sky eagle and thanked those people. In any case, it was just right now.

The command room began to calculate the situation in an orderly manner, and the adjutant was constantly reporting. "The breakthrough at point a was successful, and the front of the trench has been knocked down!"

"The breakthrough at point b is successful, and we will be destroyed!"

"Emperor, it's too fast, I can't believe it, how those angels will tear the battle line, how blood and death will befall the enemy, but I am so moved, this is the power of the Emperor?"

The captain nodded. "Yes, this is Space Marine, Adeptus Astartes, Children of the Emperor, Children of the Primarch, our savior..."

"But don't ignore the defenses we tore, the enemies we smashed, we are not their additions, but their comrades-in-arms, declare the artillery forward, declare the armor forward, we will attack here, toast to hope, until we are defeated The poisoned viscera are filled with the blood of the enemy, until the uncultivable soil absorbs the flesh and blood of those heretics, for the Emperor, and for Roander!"

Those people raised their chests, and the previous feelings dissipated. It is hard to imagine that that kind of despair can dissipate in less than a minute, but this is the power of human beings, and they shouted. "For the Emperor! For Roander!"

(End of this chapter)