Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #18 - Chapter 18 Special Guest

Two days after the end of the war, the staff officer has been writing reports and combat applications. He wants to take his remaining soldiers to the Death Skull Orc camp to annihilate them. There is no doubt that after that battle, the combat effectiveness of the Orc warlord was greatly reduced. weakened.

The staff was thinking about how to maximize the results of the battle, but if not, those from the rear would refuse.

Alan Bayer watched as the staff member rubbed his head and listed the benefits of Ruming’s occupation of the orc camp in detail, and then submitted the telegram again.

After a while, I answered in person and rejected it.

The staff officer rubbed his cheek.

Alan Beyer asked him. “What are you doing here? Not seizing such a good opportunity?”

The staff officer was unsure, he hesitated and looked into the distance.

“Who are they waiting for…”

“He’s not sure, but probably not the Septons Astartes, but he doesn’t know who else is worthy besides them.”

“He has to go back. The new support will arrive at Dongwu. He doesn’t have time to teach me how to use the Hell Gun.”

The staff officer’s tone was sarcastic, but Alan Bayer knew very well that the dedicated Imperial soldier had done too much for him.

No, it would be better to say whether he has been taken care of by others since he joined the army. He is not sure whether he can bear the responsibility of their legacy to Donglai, but.

“No sir, he’ll take care of the problem there.”

The staff officer nodded happily, and he quickly left with the soldiers, and the outpost also changed from lush branches to withered branches.

The war does not wait, the soldiers of the empire are always on the battlefield, and Alan Bayer also asks to check the status of the soldiers in the east, the maintenance of firearms, and the renovation of the walls.

Things are never done. When Alan Beyer tiredly counted the few supplies left, he soon discovered that there were strange footprints in the dust next to the ammunition box.

Is that… green-skinned? There must be no ammunition. How long has it been since the box was replenished? Could it be that the special operations boys who sneaked in during the war were mentioned?

Yes, they definitely did not come from the east of the skylight, and if it was clear whether they were guarding the trough of strength, Alan Bayer’s scalp was numb, his back was cold, and he was about to gather everyone together.

John, Kellan, another machine gunner, himself, a very famous poor little infantryman, could not have the full strength of the Ming outpost.

“What were we doing just now? Who will be responsible for tomorrow’s investigation?”

John said. “He was repairing the trenches.”

Kellan said. “He and he are protecting four heavy bombers.” He pointed at the other gunman.

The little infantryman replied that he was sorting out medical supplies.

Very good, no one was watching, they had just put their own lives at risk, Alan Bayer was very angry, but it was ridiculous that he himself did not remember to detect the enemy, even though it was less than half an hour.

Alan Bair’s face turned gloomy, and the others also realized that they had almost died just now.

“Go quickly, go to the checkpoint. It’s different there…”

He was now afraid that the damn special operations boy had planted a bomb somewhere, or was hiding in the outpost ready to kill them all.

He also didn’t understand why a team like the Special Forces Boys would rely on chaotic attacks in Waaagh. They could have just entered the outpost and killed them all…

At this moment, the two special forces boys Duyan and Shandong in the forest were holding a large amount of explosives. They were grinning happily. They had been waiting for the entire afternoon, waiting for the manpower vacuum after the Xiami army left.

One-Eyed Wandering could not be said to have a very good understanding of human Xiami’s war strategy, but he could be said to have completely understood it. It was impossible for the large army to stay at the outpost for so long. He was quite surprised that the human commander did not attack the greenskin camp.

But it doesn’t matter, just ask him and his boys to mysteriously place shrimp explosives to the east of Death Skull’s favorite seat, and everything will be over.

At this moment, the special operations boy next to him asked doubtfully. “Boss, why don’t you use Jiba’s explosives? That’s more interesting than shrimp stuff.”

One-Eye’s face was gloomy. He recalled in his mind the time when he used those big bombs to carry out tactical attacks. He pressed the button without exploding, and waited until the target left before exploding.

The time bomb is not on time, and it depends on the mood in advance and delay, just like being on the battlefield, being watched by a lot of boys, and then the boys think.

I think it’s almost time to explode.

Only those bombs will obey!

But he can fight alone even if he has one eye, so his memory of green-skinned explosives is not that unreliable.

One Eye cursed. “Don’t let him remember things like that!”

Then he continued to move forward. The dark and chaotic forest was constantly noisy, but One Eye felt at ease. It was quiet because there was something deadly, just like a bomb.

After they passed through the forest, they stored the bombs not far from the camp. Soon One-Eye and the boy started to make things.

Now the stupid warlord is dining in the distance. The greenskin doesn’t need to eat, but it is his favorite thing when he is not fighting.

They bypassed the green-skinned guards who basically had no brains, and used the large welder they stole from the Techmaster to cut open the stone slab, which was also the base of the shrimp statue seat, hollowed out the solid content inside, and then called The boy takes those things out and brings back the bombs.

In the distance, the tech master who was repairing cans was cursing and beating the boy because he couldn’t find the welding gun. If he really had no choice, he could use a modified Xiami laser gun to replace the welding gun.

But that move obviously had side effects. The overloaded shrimp weapon made a huge noise, like TM heavy metal rock.

But it has side effects for humans, and it has side effects for green skin.

Big Tech looked at the “singing” gun and danced happily, welding and dancing at the same time.

“That’s so waaagh!”

The noise quickly attracted the boss’s attention. He placed the half-eaten, delicious Scrooge cake next to him. The sound made him happy.

He moved his huge body to the side of the technical master. “Change my big laser to look like that!” He took out the big shrimp multi-pack big kaka that he got from the kid’s leg.

The skill master didn’t find it interesting either, so he overloaded them all together.

The boss aimed at the ruins in the distance, and then shot happily.

The orange polycannon with a thick beam rumbled, making a deafening hum and metallic sound. God knows how the thing didn’t fall apart, or else the ruins were turned into molten metal.

The boss was so happy that he didn’t care about eating and returned to his seat.

One Eye, who was tinkering with things at the moment, had installed almost half of the explosives, but he knew that it would not kill the boss.

But he notices that the Deathskull warlord is back! Why so fast?

He even took the boy to start welding the stone slabs, which was quickly completed, but they had no time to leave.

The boss looked at them next to his seat and was very angry. “Get out of here, Bloodaxe bastard.”

“If we get close to my seat again, I will…” He raised his big kaka, begging to kill them.

And One-Eye was fed up with the attitude he had been showing. One-Eye took the boy to distance himself. He knew that the blast couldn’t kill the bastard, but he couldn’t wait any longer!

He presses the east button…