Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 314 The Unawakened War
The officers lined up amid the mechanical sounds. The roar should be the roar of heavy communication equipment to be precise. The singing of those loyal machines that process electrical signals and waves all the time was consistent after the officers stopped what they were doing. It's smaller.

Their eyes were surprisingly unanimous on looking at the young man, or the man next to him who looked like a servant, but the young man attracted more attention. Fortunately, both of them had experienced that kind of moment, the moment when they were noticed by people. , so your steps don't look out of place or your breathing becomes unsteady.

But the major still asked about wild snakes. "Who are you and why can you do this?"

"You say you are mediocre, but you surprise me every time. Now that you insist on that, unless the emperor gives you a guarantee, I probably won't trust you anymore."

"Don't be so tense, sir. I'm just a dog that serves a powerful person, but I'm not a hunting dog. I'm more of a detective dog, or a detective." The wild snake answered absentmindedly, with ambiguity. It was true, but it could not satisfy the major's thirst for knowledge.

he asks. "To Lord Magron?"

The wild snake shook his head, but then nodded. "It is now, but generally not. To say the least, you PDFs don't even know the reality of the transfer of sovereignty here. You just realize that Lord Magroon has replaced the greedy guy before, and he is quite charming, and the enemy's bombing is too It makes you angry."

"Have you ever thought about what you are fighting for? The lord just gives you money, food, and training. You are like mercenaries, not warriors. This is why you were defeated."

"And here, I am similar to you, except that I am not doing it for money, but for survival."

The major noticed it sensitively. "Someone threatened you?"

"Almost, I'm trying to seize the opportunity with all my strength." Wild Snake said as he stepped onto the high point of the command room. He crossed over the temporary metal panels and then saluted in an aristocratic style, a beautiful hat-off ceremony, like Like an old gentleman.

"You remind me of Mr. Almiron, Corporal, why didn't I know there was a gentleman like you in my army!" the colonel said kindly.

"There are many things you don't know." Wild Snake took out the iron box from his pocket, took off its top cover, and revealed the white pills inside.

"What is this?" the colonel and the lord asked in unison.

"Medicine, stimulant, a crude enhancement drug, probably not as good as the holy tonic given to us by the great Emperor, but just looking at its power without paying attention to the side effects behind it, it can be comparable to the Emperor's Bless you." The wild snake replied methodically.

"Evil thing," the colonel cursed.

"Heretical trick." The lord emphasized.

"But what does this have to do with the war situation?" the lord asked.

replied the wild snake. "This thing is widely distributed in the hands of enemy soldiers. They rely on this sleepless, painless and fearless advancement, strong hallucinogenic effect, analgesic, addiction and madness, permanent brain and neurological problems, in exchange for In other words, they will no longer have combat effectiveness in about ten hours and become a pool of stagnant water."

"The Emperor's blessing!" The colonel regained his energy. He was already in despair over the endless war. In just a few hours, his face, which had grown much older, showed a mixture of tiredness and hope, a complex expression. And sad expression.

He abandoned the honor of the soldier and wanted to rely on such heresy to win victory. It was completely different from the way he justly rejected the proposal of the lord and old Chester before. Behind this expression was a kind of helpless sadness, which made people feel sad. Suffocated responsibility and already certain failure.

However, the wild snake still broke his mind again and emphasized. "But the medicine also gave them strength, just like what I said, crazy, not afraid of death, infinite strength, and agility. Our soldiers don't have such abilities, and we don't have that many tonics in our storage. We can only endure, Wait and get through that period.”

"We can't attack?" The colonel showed a bitter expression. "I shouldn't talk too much to a noncommissioned officer like you, but you need to know that we don't have much supplies anymore. Ten hours? At the current intensity, it will be at most 7 hours. The main ones are projectiles and explosives. There are not many supplies anymore, and transportation is difficult. , and the factory area was destroyed, and there were many reasons why transportation could not be carried out.”

asked the major. "Then can we rely on the intricate pipelines to transport supplies?"

"It's too bold. This idea, no one can figure out where those things lead, and where they go, those are mazes, which will only make people get lost." Wild Snake immediately retorted.

Old Chester, who was unknown at the moment, suddenly spoke. "The heat dissipation pipe of the dark harbor equipment is not linked to the main system. It is a quite independent line with a total length of almost 8 kilometers. If we transport the materials there, we can try to avoid enemy attacks, because this is not normal. The supply route instead follows the perimeter of the fortress, making it difficult to bomb.”

"What a genius idea. The enemy doesn't know where we are. He just bombed the main road without purpose. You must know that seeing a vehicle in low orbit is equivalent to seeing bacteria without a microscope." Wild Snake replied in agreement.

The colonel said. "But who can dispatch so many supplies, be available for dispatch at this moment, and have considerable loyalty and ability?" They have no generals available, and everyone must perform their own duties to complete this task.

said the wild snake. "Isn't Mr. Almiron the best choice? His armored vehicle number is TD675. It is in command form and has a small radio group. Send him communications directly!"

The colonel nodded and the signal corps went to work, the soldier said. "Mr. Almiron, Mr. Almiron, Mr. Distributor, please reply if you hear it, please reply if you hear it!"

Because it was prepared for the battlefield, its volume was huge. After a few low-pitched tones, the radio dialed.

"Oh my God, the Emperor, who are you? Why do you make such a sound, my heart, my heart!" Mr. Almiron's voice came as expected, and he was frightened. It was roughly equivalent to Thunder and lightning blasted against my ears while I was sleeping, and the radio prompts at the quiet entrance were even more terrifying because of the silence.The colonel said slightly apologetically. "Sorry, that's all we can do. Now the Emperor has a serious task for you, and you must bear this responsibility." He said slowly and politely, and Almiron was silent for a long time before answering. "Okay, give me a rough outline of the route. I'm familiar with both this and the fortress."

said old Chester. "Over there at the old sewage treatment plant, about 30 meters down, there is the thickest pipe. I have people cut it open with equipment. There are signs on the inside of it saying "Waste Drugs, Excretion Port for Infectious Materials."

"It's really disturbing. Damn it, you must have proposed this plan. Those who come out of your dark harbor are all evil and scary." Almiron's hair stood on end. He couldn't help but started to curse, putting all his grace aside until The wild snake spoke.

"Sir, have you forgotten the drinks I sent you? This plan was proposed by me. Your loyal servant, I'm sorry to ask you to excuse me."

Almiron muttered. "labor?"

"It's all for the emperor. I swear on my honor that this will be done well and to perfection!" He turned off the radio, and the colonel asked the wild snake. "Do you know each other?"

replied the wild snake. "Business relations are something we have worked hard on, so naturally we have a good relationship."

"Now, the matter is settled." He spread his hands. Just as he said, the entire battlefield is waking up. The previous PDFs and defense forces are more like soldiers than people who are not fully awake. They are at this critical moment of life and death. But he still has a suffocating indecisiveness.

Now, death, crisis, battlefield, so many things have awakened this giant social violence structure. The PDFs have realized that the people on the other side are not people who want the position of lord, but are actually here for death, liquidation, and killing. madman.

Before this, the aristocratic warlordism and the lethargic soldiers of the lower class made this unit extremely weak in combat effectiveness. Now the crisis of death has made them open their eyes from hundreds of years of peace and look at this. Look at this clearly. A hellish world.

In those trenches, defense systems and horrifying corpses, both the warriors brought by the lords and the PDFs were struggling to survive, in the man-made bunkers, using heavy machinery, containers, sandbags and the involution On the defense line composed of razor-sharp barbed wire, corpses had piled up enough for the following soldiers to climb over the wreckage, climb over the fortress-like car body, and then jump off directly.

The heretics in black military uniforms are climbing, and they are stepping on the corpses of their friends who were still chatting and laughing with them before. Some of the lord soldiers in brown military uniforms, or private legions, and loyal fanatic troops are singing battlefield speeches, and Try to burn those climbers to death with burning promethium flames.

The promethium jar of the flamethrower shook gently, and the violent high temperature generated by the chemical reaction spit out blue flames, followed by crazy screams. The soldiers with the sacred words of the state religion tattooed on their faces held the thing and watched the heretics scream. Death, and then falling into coke from the place where he wanted to climb, and he stood on the high place he wanted to climb, like a judge.

His brown military uniform was full of stains from liquid promethium, and his hair was shaved clean because it was flammable. The soldier saw the enemy fall, die, and turn into charcoal, with his skull fissuring due to the high temperature, and he released the trigger with satisfaction. "The Emperor's sword." He said this. This was the custom of the legion he served in. They, a group of Burning Troopers who often deal with heretics and alien problems, believed that if they said these words when killing the enemy, the Emperor would catch them. Inhabit the souls of traitors and detain them to stand trial on the Golden Throne.

And he had repeated this sentence so many times today that he couldn't even count it. He took off the heavy flamethrower, handed it down to his logistics partner, and climbed down from the body nimbly. "There's no fuel again, there are too many enemies."

About three logistics soldiers skillfully took off the large fuel tank on the back, used a hose to divert the fuel, and accurately refueled the sharp blade that had killed countless heretics and had protein-colored scriptures written on the fireproof material, and complain.

"We don't have much storage, and the heavy logging gunners of the defense forces are also complaining that everything is not enough." The logistics soldier cursed repeatedly.

The thin, fair-skinned Burning Forces officer just lowered his head and fanned the air towards the tip of his pen with the palm of his hand. "It doesn't have a strong garlic smell but has a bit of an alcoholic smell. This batch of promethium is really bad. My flamethrower will malfunction because of it. Just add it a few times and I will have to walk off the battlefield because my burner Black smoke is emitted and heat cannot be dissipated properly.”

"There is no way, you don't even know. Part of this batch was poured out of the promethium self-heating personal equipment. There are still a lot of stocks, and maybe a lot of alcohol is mixed with it. You know, there is the most food right now. There is too much. !” The logistics soldier sighed.

"Those enemies are almost like lunatics. They must have taken medicine, but I don't know how long they can hold on." The officer of the Burning Force also stayed beside the bunker tiredly. He turned on his personal radio to listen to the battle report, hoping for good news.

At this moment, the colonel's voice happened to be heard from the communicator.

"Soldiers, please note that we have obtained important information. Those heretics secretly used a large amount of drugs to increase their combat effectiveness. You should have felt that something was wrong."

"And our combat hero, Colonel Rice, obtained a batch of samples during the battle. Therefore, according to our expert analysis, the enemy can maintain normal combat effectiveness for about ten hours at most. Please note that three hours later, it is midnight standard Terra time. Around 12 o'clock, the enemy will probably launch a fierce attack, and during this time we are making plans to preserve the combat effectiveness of our soldiers."

"Remember, everyone, your enemies are just a group of lunatics who took medicine. They are not powerful enemies. At least they are not demons or scary monsters. They will die. You just need to do your job well, and remember, victory It will come exactly at dawn!"

"Then, the 46-5th Company of the 9th Defense Army heard the news and approached the front of the battle line. Lord Magron's Private Legion, the 3rd Company of the Burning Forces and the 4-6th Holy Infantry Regiment went to the trenches to station themselves. Remember, new supplies are on the way. Sent by the great gentleman, Almiron Distributor, on the way!"

Those words made the people here listen carefully. It was not easy to hear them clearly in a place full of bullets and bullets, but they heard them very clearly, because this matter related to the most precious thing, hope.

The officer wiped his shiny head, and then lit a cigarette with a match in his pocket. At the same time, the sound of burning flames came from above his head, which was the sound of his enemy being burned by his comrades, crackling.

When the sound stopped, he took a puff of cigarette, then exhaled, and shouted again. The hoarseness before was no longer there. "All the Third Company of the Burning Forces is listening to the order! The headquarters has ordered us to go to the trench area to support the Flagellant loyal troops! Secondly, we have been fighting for so long, and finally there is good news about the revolution!"

(End of this chapter)