Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 328
The tail flames of the interceptor burned through the endless dark void and turned into a faint light like stars. Those thirty beautiful imperial fighter planes returned into a flying V-shaped phalanx like wild geese, majestic, and their achievements can also be praised here. warships achieved merit and honor.

The battleships are reporting good news to each other, to be precise, the highly respected captains, who are the de facto controllers of the great metal engines of the Imperial Navy, are lying in their luxurious and enlarged rooms to pay tribute to several people who fought with bombs on the battlefield. The warriors dancing together lit cigars and red wine.

Then he finished enjoying those things on their behalf, and then used the complicated and troublesome official document format and Gothic language to repeat the great achievement of destroying three battleships in several hours dozens of times, emphasize it again, convey it again, and finally go to each fleet ship, the three Taiwanese meeting It becomes five platforms, and five platforms will become ten platforms. When the Imperial Logistics or the Imperial World listens to the battle report, it will destroy all the enemies in one attack. This has become a rare feat in the history of the human empire, and then its original greatness and dedication It just becomes weird and trivial.

Of course, good news is good news. At least the wartime commander's understanding was not distorted. When most people realized the powerful power of small carrier aircraft against those heretics, the significance of pleasing the two Emperor-class battleships within the Imperial Navy became increasingly clear.

If these two ancient and great machine spirits can contribute their squadrons to frigate escorts or put some credit on the head of some noble captain who is eager for promotion, the transaction will be completed for thousands of throne coins, and then among them One percent will fall on those pilots, so there are almost 20 pilots in 110 fighter planes, plus crew logistics, one person can net the purchasing power of 100 credits issued by the standard hive world lord.

It is equivalent to a glass of red wine for nobles in a standard hive world, or enough starch cubes for ordinary people to eat for a month, maybe a buffet of Glo steak, or a night of companionship with each beauty.

From this point of view, it is so generous. It can be said that the horse has enough food and grass, and the owner has a strong wallet. Thanks to the captains of the Emperor-class battleships, most of them are old captains who love their soldiers as much as their sons. If they were replaced by those smaller ships, they would probably only be able to Add a staple like a bland panji or kaat roll to your dinner.

However, those soldiers did not have time to welcome the generosity. While several transactions were still going on, an aircraft body was different from the transport aircraft used by ordinary soldiers. To be precise, it could not carry people. It only had a few seats. At first glance, it was used by officers. Of course, its luxury is not comparable to the rooms used by the commanders of the Imperial Navy.

While soldiers can only use five square meters of personal space for one person, those high-ranking officials have a huge space that can accommodate 80 soldiers, luxurious decorations, soft big beds, and many other things that people imagine to be graceful and luxurious.

In comparison, this transport ship is only painted to look better. It uses a lot of red and white, which is somewhat similar to the style of the Astartes Chapter. It also has the logo of the Destroying Eagle on it. In other words, the Commander-in-Chief The official is invited.

As soon as the veteran captain got off the plane, he saw the transport plane, which had parked here earlier than them. He thought it was a big shot coming, but the hangar?
He was puzzled, but soon, he was invited to board the plane. The transport ship with a small capacity could not accommodate the entire crew of the attack. Only he and his partner enjoyed such a large space. To be precise, he It’s not that he has never been on a transport plane, but every time he is accompanied by the hard hardened fiber seats, the rich smell brought by many people’s breath, and the disgusting shaking feeling of inferior artificial gravity, he would describe it as if people sitting on it were like cargo.

But this one was different. Its gravity had been strictly adjusted, its cushions were made of soft natural fillings, and its air circulation system had no noise. There was a kind of uneasiness that filled his heart.

"Are we going to the guillotine?" His words were mostly joking, because everyone knew that they were meritorious people. At least, they had paralyzed a battleship half an hour ago, allowing the heretics to leave in fear.

The gunner and observer did not answer. They just looked at the beautiful windows on the transport ship. From there, on those imperial artifacts inlaid with gold threads, they could see more imperial artifacts, that is, those huge starships and the pilots of those fighter planes. They were very familiar with them, but they had never watched them around so slowly. In their memories, those behemoths were just passed by them again and again, extremely fast.

And what they remember most familiarly is the structure of the fort, the location of the core area, and how to bomb them. The more they fight with it, the more those pilots understand that one of mankind's largest void creations has How powerful, great, and grand.

They are obsessed with those things, machine souls, fine gold, as well as the experience and history of the battleships, and every bit of their lives on them. Although they are not children of the void, they are no different from those who cannot leave the universe. At this point, Their souls are as free as countless battleships lined up side by side, playing unbridled in the void.

until the gunner's exclamation interrupted the silence, he shouted. "The Bordeaux? Is that the Bordeaux? I've seen that insignia, the Skadi's insignia, that's the Commander-in-Chief's flagship, my God, I've only had a brief glimpse of her during sorties. , What a beautiful moon class, blessed by the emperor."

His words were full of excitement, because for most people still alive in the Pangia sector, especially the Astral Legion serving in the empire, this behemoth spanned the entire quarter of the extreme star sector, and at the same time It brought despair that the help of the Thunder Divine Soldier could not save.

At this point, Bordeaux is hope, victory, and the emperor, but as a soldier in the occupied area of ​​Pangia, his journey has passed this behemoth beautifully, and now, he sees her for the first time, Although it was technically the second time, it was still refreshing.

However, the veteran captain lost his composure at this moment. He began to take out razors and temporary cleaning tools from his personal belt, and asked the artilleryman again. "Chewing gum, do you still have gum?"

The artillerymen took out one. As a branch of the military that may be deployed abroad for a long time, their personal supplies often include individual soldier rations and temporary cleaning equipment. Although the quality is not good, it is better than nothing. Among those messy simple blades or temporary foam and disposable towels, Under the influence, this slovenly veteran Yanran became a capable gentleman.

The others' attitudes were not much better than his. They picked up their personal belongings and started cleaning up. Unfortunately, the floor of the transport plane was covered with shaving foam and disposable towels. Those things would penetrate deeply into the gaps of the fur carpet. , but those soldiers didn’t have time to think too much.

The artilleryman said uneasily. "It's in line..."

Next, for the first time, their old fritters were trembling like chickens entering a cage. When they walked out of the connection interface, several legendary soldiers of the Empire named Catachan and two Astartes from the Destruction Eagle Chapter came out. First of all, they began to conduct physical examinations, followed by weapons searches, reconnaissance, divination, and then walked through several security doors and were cleaned by strange disinfection cabinets.

Finally, there was a beautiful beauty judge who looked at her with her suffocating cold gaze for a full 3 minutes, and then spent another half a minute with a stinking Letling man, and finally they came to the end, to be precise. They said it was an office. When Chief Catachan led them and pushed open the door of that room, they imagined that it should be a larger bedroom than any captain they had ever seen.

But the reality is a large table with several strategic maps spliced ​​on it, a holographic projection device, messy pipes and unpainted metal walls of the battleship. It makes people suspect that this is a tool room. The only thing that is good is the seat. Look There is a large armchair that looks quite comfortable, and there are also inconspicuous quilts folded into squares on the wall and sheets spread as flat as the ground on a bed made of iron frames.If it weren't for the young man sitting next to the well-known Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction, the powerful psychic blade, Falcon, they probably wouldn't have guessed that this was the highest commander at the Imperial sector level. room, or office.

Alan Bair was looking at the strangers at this moment. It was said that this was the first time he invited people here. Since he needed money, he sold the treasures from the noble mansion to the merchant traitor from the war, the bastard who defected to the red pirates. After moving out and actually moving into a room, the style here became more and more like a prison.

But he was not embarrassed. This was a battlefield, not a place for enjoyment. He just opened the file and muttered to himself.

"Sergeant Frank, served in the 36th Pangia Squadron of the Imperial Navy. He served on the Emperor-class strategic ship during the invasion by the heretics of the Red Pirates. He used excellent guerrilla warfare to attack the enemy's void resource targets and received the Crimson Badge for his outstanding achievements. "

The veteran captain immediately stood up. "Yes, sir!"

Alan Bair nodded. "The Crimson Badge is generally pursued by dead people. You are lucky, but interceptors are not suitable for attacking void targets. You are more interested in containing starships. However, it is understandable in special times, but I will ask more. , is it true that you recorded the destruction of an enemy's main battleship on the battlefield just now?"

The veteran replied. "No, that is the joint contribution of our squadron and the Starhawk Squadron!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the captain of the Starhawk Squadron arrived as expected. He happened to hear this conversation at the door. He looked about the same age as the veteran, and his expression paused slightly after hearing this sentence, and then he reported. "35th Squadron, Starhawk Squadron has arrived."

Alan Bair just looked at the Catachans. The next second, the door was closed by them and the loyalists walked out. Next, the Destruction Eagle Master Chief waved his arms, and there was an invisible psychic stance from His position spread out, covering this place.

Next, the entire space seemed to enter a vacuum, and no sound could be heard from outside the room, as if the place disappeared out of thin air.

This is a small trick, and it is also an interesting challenge for the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle, but he has barely qualified as a think tank, but mastering psychic powers is difficult, he said with difficulty. "3 minutes."

Alan Bair spoke immediately. "The next thing needs to be highly confidential. I give you a task. This task can be communicated to each other within the squadron, but it must not be known to others. I need you to ensure that everyone who knows this matter will be as the emperor guarantees this life. The secret will not be leaked until the empire allows this matter to appear in front of the public."

That kind of veteran said in unison. "I swear on my soul, bones, and blood that the Emperor will learn from this and will never let it out."

Alan Bair nodded and then said. "We are being attacked by heretics. I thank you for this. You did not take the initiative to use artillery to destroy the enemy's reconnaissance force. Cheating on the frontal attack made our attitude of being suspected of unloading Captain Bordeaux even more serious. "

"But your outstanding victory made this matter covered by extremely low cost and extremely high results. If it hadn't been for your destruction, those captains would have felt that we were fearing the enemy."

The veterans showed surprised expressions, obviously they realized that Captain Bordeleau was not that simple.

At this moment, the Chief of Destruction Eagle said softly. "One and a half minutes left..." His sweat began to drip, but his tone remained energetic.

Alan Bair spoke immediately. "You guessed it, it's not a disease, the old captain is cursed. The root of that curse is alien weapons, terrible weapons, and behind this matter is a decades-old conspiracy. It's too detailed for me to reveal. But I need you to know that this matter cannot be spread, because such things as curses will greatly shake the morale of the army."

After saying that, the veterans immediately put away their curious expressions. Although they were slight, they disappeared. Alan Bayer nodded and continued. "We predict that the enemy will use an alien warship to carry that thing. It is inconvenient for the main troops to get close. The main fear is that the enemy will target the important commanders of the empire and cast a curse again."

"But the next step is the decisive battle. We have no choice. We will definitely not be able to solve such a huge void battle in a short time, and the evil alien device will definitely arrive. We need to destroy it, but the battleship is too big to pass through the enemy and board. The speed of the fleet is too slow to ensure the probability of logging in, subsequent safety and control of enemy ships."

"So, I need you to bomb, straf, cut off the power, whatever you want, find the alien device, and then destroy it." After his words fell, the Master Chief's spiritual power had reached its limit at this moment. It was not that he had no energy. , but unable to control those psychic powers in a delicate state. If he continued to use them, he would not be able to help but tear the hull apart. He stopped immediately, the film dispersed, and the noisy engine sound and the patrolling footsteps of soldiers appeared, as if from The non-existent place returns to reality.

The veterans answered to Alan Beyer. "Yes, sir, luckily you have lived up to your command!"

(End of this chapter)