Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #17 - Chapter 17 Second Lieutenant Alan Bayer

Monthly diary

Written by: Lieutenant Alan Beyer

Recorded in: Second month of stationing at Outpost No. 3

Appearance: He came alive, in the forest, in the greenskin attack, I can imagine all the terrible things, but the veterans said goodbye to them because of this.

The fight with the green skin allowed them to buy the initial little time, but when Lieutenant’s head was cut off by the green skin’s machine, he almost fell into coma.

Facts have proved that their sacrifice is still meaningful. The greenskins did not occupy it, and they did not get a springboard to attack Karu City. When a large number of soldiers came from the capital to support them, the greenskins quickly retreated.

Because of his outstanding performance, he was promoted to a major military rank. Both lieutenant and lieutenant were also promoted to the rank of colonel. His body will be buried there with honor… in a place where he can’t find it in Karu City.

As for the others… maybe they are starch factories?

Although he would prefer everyone to be alive, the end is done.

The staff officer said that he had applied for a set of carapace armor and a hell gun, and they would be in place to support him with the arrival of Toji’s new recruits.

In other words, the Ministry of War recognized that the soldiers there were honorable, strong, resolute and capable of shouldering the burdens of the Empire.

Or maybe they think he can do it but others can’t.

Who knows, if the war had not been urgent, Coco would have left there and gone to the training department of the Astra Militarum to rebuild and become an organization similar to the Storm Troopers Reserve…

But no matter what, Ruming found that there were only five people in the entire outpost, and most of the five people were injured, which made it difficult for him to sleep peacefully. The night always felt long. Although the staff officer and four additional platoons were stationed there, he was lonely. The feeling still hasn’t dissipated.

Alan Bair held the pen and walked on the battlement, watching the other platoons clearing the green-skinned corpses everywhere, the flamethrowers spitting out flames.

The staff officer stood next to him, looking at the mess everywhere, and was eating.

To be honest, the smell of burning mushrooms was unbearable, but the staff officer still didn’t care.

He heated the can, then broke up the starch cubes and put them into the meat fat, stirred them up, and ate them spoon by spoon.

He chewed and said. “Sorry, he can’t stay there for too long. The main front is very defensive and fighting is going on everywhere.”

“I’m doing a good job. The new platoon will be here tomorrow, with the weapons and armor he promised me.”

Alan Bair looked at the battlefield with mixed feelings in his heart. “Is he worth it? Or are they worth it?”

“The veterans are better, and the honor and glory of the empire are also with them.”

Yesterday’s war was very vivid in my mind. The pain and the loss of recognition made Alan Beyer uncomfortable with that feeling.

The staff officer didn’t say anything about the big principles, the empire or the emperor, so he just refused to say anything. “Recruits are the source of veterans. Human beings can survive to tomorrow only because everyone is performing their duties.”

“If you really feel you owe something, then…” After finishing the minced meat, he took out his kettle, poured hot water into the can, soaked up the last bit of greasy and starch, and drank it all in one gulp.

“Go east.” After he said that, he stood up and pointed into the distance.

“Forest, see? It’s trying to take my life.”

Then he pointed at the green-skinned body on the ground. “Alien, did you see it? It wants to take my life too.”

“I was walking there, moping, saying, come on, shoot him, kill him.”

“Is this interesting?”

Alan Bair sighed. “No, thank me, sir.”

He stood up, picked up his weapon, and walked to his bedroom, which was empty.

The consultant knew that he needed a little time, a little time.

Farther to the south, next to the ruins of the human city, One-Eye was kicking the stones on the roadside with his head down, complaining externally that Boss Deathskull had ruined his plan.

He didn’t want the boys to start a waaaagh at all. Ruming and the others lost too many boys, and his destruction was disrupted by the attack.

He could have destroyed the camp silently, but the stupid war leader only cared about having enough fun.

Well, One-Eye will be like that too. He probably doesn’t care about how many people his son dies, he just cares about whether he has enough waaagh.

It would be better to say that this is a common problem among green-skinned warlords. If Ruming stood guard and failed to get something, the boy suffered heavy losses. He blamed himself.

Even one of his special operations boys was killed by those two shrimps that made him itchy.

The best thing is that Gan Luo, who wanted to get his weapon, is not dead. He is just a little brat, so why don’t he die?

At this moment, a few farts were passing by, pointing and mocking the failed Blood Ax. Well, Blood Ax is indeed hated by everyone among the greenskins, but it’s not something we can point at.

He pulled out his leg gun, boomed, and smashed the two bastards inside with three rounds.

The boss of Death Skull, the war warlord, was in the distance. When he saw this situation, he did not forget to mock the poor Blood Axe.

“That’s it? That’s my plan?”

One-Eye cursed. “I should do what I say!”

The Deathskull orc boss yelled back. “Why, I think my waagh is not good?”

“My stinky fish and rotten shrimp, can my sneaky plan break the defense of human shrimps?”

One Eye scolded back. “Those shrimps will want to take back the city. They will attack soon because they know that many of my boys have been killed.”

The war boss’s red eyes narrowed.

“Am I saying I’ve got a bunch of guys taken out? Who do I think I am? Some kind of fight counting nerd? I didn’t get a bunch of guys taken out.”

The one-eyed horse retorted. “Who hasn’t used waaagh to get Dong Xiami’s fortress?”

“That’s mine!” The war leader was irritated, but he didn’t call in anger. He seemed to have an ulterior plan.

he shouted. “That’s not a lot. Just a few.”

“Besides, there are more boys on their way to that Xiami base. I’ll wait and see.”

“More guys will show up. Soon, after we’ve smashed more shrimps and captured that big shrimp city, before I know it, my warband will become a real Waaagh!”

As if he suddenly remembered who he was shutting up to, the war leader roared again.

“You don’t have to tell me anything anyway. I’ll just do as I say.”

“My favorite Bloodaxe Orc.”

One-eye was scolded with saliva all over Xingzi’s face, and anger swelled in his heart. Soon, he noticed the words of the orc boss, that warlord has more boys?

One-Eye sharpened his blade and begged him to kill the warlord so that he could get the tribe on his behalf…

mercenary? Greenskins don’t have that kind of thing, so they just want to play house. Soon, the name of that tribe will become the Blood Ax Tribe.

Corpse starch is a joke and a translation issue. In fact, the starch is a by-product produced when promethium is produced. It is rich in nutrients and is somewhat similar to soybean powder. It is lengthy because there is a hive world nearby. (Protagonist’s hometown)

The soldiers’ souls have returned to the throne, and their corpses have been buried in the ground. It is impossible to transport them back, and most of them are buried.