Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 283 Attack
For several months, under the calculation of completely manual work and a small number of Thinker arrays, the huge fleet took a lot of time to mobilize. As the flagship, Bordeaux was the core of the mobilization. Each world to be rescued must be based on its general situation. How to plan the specific value and environment in detail.

This is the responsibility of the heroes who will save the thousands of men and women in the empire. Only the war lord Alan Bair can decide on the war plan. He is correcting it day and night in the office. Fortunately, he is strong and young. Qingqing, coupled with the maintenance of many years of combat experience, can suddenly cover all three parties, from orbit suppression to actual delivery predictions.

Because of the large amount of scroll documents processed during this period, kraft paper mountains, he also has the Eagle of Destruction, and Astartes grows by his side, so much so that he teases himself as "little Guilliman".

However, he didn't want to be compared with the great Primarch, Guilliman would only be faster and more accurate in handling this matter, so this sentence is quite self-deprecating, teasing when he was so conservative in tactics, which is another How could it not be the distrust of the generals of the Imperial Guard?
However, after the long and debilitating "Guilliman"-style retaliatory tactical planning ended, Alan Byer did have a long and rare good sleep, a sleep that was so long that his bones rattled when he got up from the bed the rest.

The consequences were the soreness, discomfort, nausea, numbness, and depression caused by revenge sleep. He called this feeling "Gaunt's daily life" and once mentally arranged the person who was as famous as Kane in the Empire. Loyal heir.

He muttered silently. "Kane and Gunter, mindless and unhappy." Then he started talking to himself and enjoying the fun that only he could understand.

But soon the emptiness of happiness dissipated with the status quo, and no one would understand his feeling. At the end of human civilization No. 40 years, except for war, there is only survival, the lord of mankind in the sky, and demons ridicule of ridicule.

He will still be confused, not knowing how to take the next step, he looks out the window at those hard-working people, for the sake of the emperor, how good, ignorance has shaped the sad happiness of those people, but is it really good to be sober?

There were many flickers of mixed emotions, and at last Alan Byer just washed his cheeks with water, and stepped out of the cell where he was imprisoned with duty and responsibility, and said in a high voice to his guards, the Catachans.

"Prepare to act, send a few people to be my messengers, our little Hermes, to convey the message of war, and have been planning for others for several months. Now we are going to attack, for the glory of the Emperor, and also for The Pangea sector we live in."

The Catachans saluted subconsciously, and a few people left here like a wild horse after the order, which made those who longed for heretical blood so happy. Only the sun lord's verbal guarantee, other than that, whether it was a warm bed or a comfortable bed No food can stir their hearts.

They were not bloodthirsty, but hatred to the limit. Those pains and experiences proved time and time again that the enemies of the empire should die, and that they would die without a place to die!

They want their firearms to tear the flesh of their enemies. The Skadi are more bloodthirsty than many of their neighbors, especially the orcs and heretics. Orders are therefore quickly dispatched. The soldiers are ready and gathered at the starport to wait. transportation.

And behind this high efficiency is the result of private simulations by the soldiers one after another. Their speed and accuracy are not innate, but they already know how to deal with war, either die or live, in this cruel At the end of human civilization in China, those greatnesses have long since disappeared.

Their sleazy life has turned into the rigor of today. When Alan Baier finally stepped into the Starport, whether it was the tens of millions of imperial guards or the remaining few dozen interstellar soldiers, they all saluted tacitly. For this link, all of them Hero salute.

Here, hundreds of transport planes, dozens of gunboats, and many war engines are ready to go. After several months of preparation and silence, those soldiers can no longer bear it.

As Alan Bair passed through several messy pipelines, Inquisitor Nova accompanied him like his secretary. Now the captains of the Bordeaux and the Baptismal Fire also stepped off their beloved ships, Listen to this mobilization for the first time.

He has spoken, the wind seems to be silent, people listen quietly, and his voice is not loud, but clear and reassuring. "I have seen the soles of the emperor's feet stepping on that free port, and his mercy is not for those who have fallen. You know, I once received a letter from a child who asked me, my lord, why did they turn to We fire..."

"Therefore, the Emperor bade me tread the filthy ground on his feet. He has let that dreadful blade shine deadly, and his truth shall not fade."

"So I also bathed in his light at night, lighting the lamp to write the plan of punishment for heresy, our Brothers will carry it out, they have moved forward, Skadi has been slowed behind, so where we will attack Incomparably dangerous and difficult to overcome, to make up for the time we wasted."

When the soldiers heard this, they all raised their heads and chests, and never retreated. The second lieutenant just stepped forward and shouted. "Where is it?!"

Alan Baier replied. "Engili! Their homeland, as they did to Skadi, as they did to Roander, we will drop virus torpedoes on their homeland, and we will loot those projectiles that heretic supplies to the enemy .”

"Ready your guns, dry your laser brothers, and carry them on your shoulders. The cruel sacrifice will begin the next time you leave the warp. Each of us will die until the poison gas falls on the enemy's homeland. For the Emperor! "

The momentum is huge, impassioned, and many emotions surround this place, wishing to swallow the enemy alive and flatten the place that made the emperor resentful.

Neat military boots beat the drum of death, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, like the heartbeat of a giant, but the irony of order brought by war saves the world, the Imperial Guard, the production line brought by the war lord, or many others work, serve the weary, or provide delicious drinks to soldiers who have accumulated many throne coins.

They are leaving, and Roander will be silent again, but it won't last long. The world is being reborn in an orderly manner, turning into a new fortress to keep out heretics, towering into the sky, impenetrable, and with the Mandeville point she created , several satellites will envelop it, the fortress will rise from the ground, and Roander will no longer be in pain, because she is scarred, and it is not easy to destroy.

On the transport ship, Alan Bayer looked at Loander with a feeling of reluctance. This world has suffered too much, and he wants to give her more tasks. I wonder if those hard-working people can do it. He It is also unclear how his own war will develop.

When the gray world was getting farther and farther away, he stepped into Bordello again, the gravity generated by the Mechanicum pulled his heart, and the smell of aromatherapy and promethium mixed into an uncomfortable mixed air, but he He has long been used to it, and the narrow corridor will not make him more suffocating.

The captain once praised that he was suitable to be a sailor, wandering around with the warship, and devoted himself to the empire, but fate changed him into a warrior. He walked onto the bridge, and the colorful stars or eerie scenery outside the huge ship window, and The fire of baptism surrounding Bordereau, the beautiful Imperial strike cruiser, is advancing with the old ship Bordereau in the light of the stars.

The captain waved his arm at the command point, grasped the rudder, started the engine, turned on the thinker array, the waste heat divination instrument, adjusted the gyroscope, and many other things. The sailors were busy, and only Alan Bayer stayed out of it.

Finally, the subspace engine cut into the illusory land of the subspace from the place where the planet’s gravity was weak at Mandeville’s point. Geller’s stand hummed and roared, and the subspace engine dived into the rich purple place with the huge body of the ship. It is said that it is the last barrier of the real world to the subspace. It looks as weak as a soap bubble, but it is so strong that no demon can turn it out. It can only accommodate the products born in her material world.

The whole ship is covered with the Geller stand, like a small bubble blending into a big bubble, and enters the water surface after a "click", while the Bubble-wrapped Bordeaux and the Baptismal Fire enter as foreign objects here.

Geller's position turned a damn evil purple. At this moment, even the most determined soldiers were strictly required to stay in the ship's cabin like cargo. Five or six people used one toilet, and the bed was always hot. They would not get up at all. , there is only a little time to be awake, in which they lift dumbbells or sit and do squats. The only things that can provide them with leisure are the songs sung by sailors or the emperor's mantras on the bedside.

[You can read the honor of the emperor on the ancient cowhide scroll, gift: You who despise my people, I will have mercy on you, the hammer of the empire will fall, and the sons born of the citizens of the empire, with flames in their hands, The emperor is on the road of indomitable progress, honor, honor, the emperor bless you! 】

Waiting for many "truths", and finally turned into crazy piety, but obviously this truth is useless to those old fritters in Skadi. Veterans lead recruits to learn how to waste time, how to keep healthy, how to play cards, or use their own Old tricks trick newcomers into what few benefits they have left.

A bottle of Amset is the emperor's blessing, a cigarette is more chic, if he gets new underwear, then he will sing the name of the female saint, for the soldiers of Skadi, their loyalty is enough There is no scruple here, because they only use actions to prove their reliability.

Their souls are extremely pure. Compared with their unforgiving mouths, the Inquisition Court can't tell the difference between his piety and a saint. It's just that those rough people don't know how to show their loyalty by actions other than shooting.

Alan Baier especially likes them, no nonsense, no prayers during battle, no hesitation, no disappointment to the emperor and him, so he hopes that those people will survive, but it turns out that compared to PDF or Farming there, Skadi veterans just want to die by the guns of their enemies, or be torn apart by the Destruction Powers and leave wounds on those enemies, and drink the best Amset at the Golden Throne, watching Those enemies who were wounded by him became ill from their injuries, and finally dissipated into the void.

On the bridge, Alan Bayer looked at the purple light curtain. The beautiful baptism flames before had disappeared. They were blindfolded, and only the navigator and his complex sensory equipment linked to the nerves could vaguely touch them. The general situation of the subspace, along the light of the star torch, they moved forward slowly.

"It's still possible to arrive. We've been going for a day, and it seems to be quite stable." Alan Baier asked the captain.

replied the captain. "Thanks to your blessing, the emperor's light is bright and the subspace is also very stable. If there is no problem, then we can reach that star field in about 15 days by the standard of the real universe."

"The subspace channel is very stable. This raid should be successful, no, absolutely successful. With the assistance of space fighters, we can fall like lightning and easily sweep those asteroids."

Alan Bair nodded. This was one of the few successful and smooth things during this period, but he didn't like subspace travel, psychic powers, and he didn't like anything that had anything to do with the gods.

The captain waved his hand to command, and the voyage continued. The journey was long, which provided a lot of time for the judge Nova, and also made the soldiers' card games intensify. Finally, after a short whistle, the body sensation time was about 6 days, and the real world did not Not sure, it should be around 15 days.

But fortunately they left the subspace, the Geller stand crackled to isolate the subspace storm, purple lightning and the vortex suddenly appeared in the void of the universe, and Boldro poked his head out.

When Alan Baier saw the stars in the sky outside the window of the ship, he once again lamented that the real universe is better than Kia space, and the captain on the bridge is still waiting for the information from the local detection satellite, reporting the time, location, and many other information , but there has been no news for a long time. Obviously the satellite here has been damaged. Without knowing the time, the captain's face became not very good.

"Heretics destroyed the Empire's detectors, so we can't get an effective calculation of the thinker array." He looked at the screen and said, those dark green electronic screens flickered with strange pictures, Alan Bayer subconsciously asked. "How about the divination instrument?"

He didn't want to go to a strange space area he didn't know again, and the captain also started to investigate. After about half an hour, the impatient information finally appeared after scanning. "We... have not deviated, but the time is still not accurate, but the problem is not here, but."

"My instruments couldn't find the Space Marines. The Baptismal Fire disappeared. It may be that the subspace fluctuations caused the time deviation, and we were separated."

Alan Baier shook his head. "Those evil gods' schemes are ridiculous. They think it's enough to separate us from the Destroyer Eagle?" He looked at the void resentfully, as if he had already understood who was responsible, and said again. "Proceed with the plan normally, and if the Doom Eagle arrives later or arrives earlier than us, it will definitely do so!"

He pointed to the nearest armed asteroid fortress, the fortress named Severo, and said seriously. "Start with it, we need supplies."

(End of this chapter)