Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #2 - Chapter 2 Leaving Hometown

The mobilization was extremely efficient. He was taken to the starport on just the next day. Several huge starships were parked at the port. He couldn’t pronounce their names, but he knew that he would be taken to his own planet by a small transport ship. moon.

Then the life from the east will come to the moon of that planet, where Ada is undergoing two months of military training.

Alan Bair was among the crowd enjoying the sunshine that filtered through the spire on the top of the hive. He never thought that he would enjoy the real sun that he had not seen for a long time under such circumstances. Then…become an Astra Militarum.

Normally speaking, the Astra Militarum should be responsible for the sharpest PDFs in the hive city. They have good professional qualities and are resolute as soldiers, not them, a group of hive city citizens.

Because the Astra Militarum represents the name of that imperial world, the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment, what an honor it is, how can it be allowed to be held by civilians?

That represents two situations in Cocoa. First, the war is ongoing and fierce, even destroying the entire original Skadi Infantry Regiment, causing emergency mobilization.

Second, whether the planetary governor offended the big shot in collecting taxes, causing him to make that little joke.

There is no doubt that joining the Astra Militarum is a good thing. Alan Bayer looked at the familiar faces around him, all of them were colleagues working in his factory. It seems that they do not need to go hungry or work long hours, but can be full…

But he silently prayed that they would not be on the battlefield too soon.

At this moment, the training time was only two months, which was only enough time for me to learn how to use a laser gun. When he was squeezed into the huge team of Astra Militarum reservists, he changed into the Astral Plane in the changing room vacated for them in the hive city. Military uniforms were sent in a set of equipment, but laser guns, commonly known as leg flashlights, were only issued at the satellite training ground.

In the overcrowded locker room, he changed clothes among the crowd. I really had to worry about whether I would wear the wrong shoes, socks, and pants. Really embarrassed.

And after Alan Bayer put on that capable and hard-armored combat bulletproof suit, he felt burdened and worried again. It was so tight… Why was the clothes of the person next door baggy?

That thing was strong enough to withstand any firearm fire in his previous life. Even a shotgun could be as powerful as a tank, but when faced with the monsters in the galaxy, it was nothing more than a vest.

The people who had changed their clothes followed the team forward. The transport planes left one by one and came back again. They were making orbits in the starry sky, and the team slowly dissipated.

There were over 100,000 people in that group, which was so huge that it was hard to imagine. Could that be called conscription?

And that target did not include the people in the east of the hive city, only half of the middle-level young adults in the hive city, and there were several groups of soldiers who had left before and were not coming soon.

How many people! They were crowded like insects at the port, waiting for their fate to be slaughtered.

The state church priests are using loudspeaker-like equipment on the high platform to show off, but our enemies are uncivilized aliens! The empire is at its strongest, and you will not sacrifice but return in triumph with honor.

My dear, can you come before the Emperor?

Of course, Alan Bayer can think about it externally. After all, the priests of the Anglican Church are veterans, but those who retired from the Astra Militarum may be real fierce men.

Just the modified laser gun on his waist can easily smash his own head.

When the long queue was over, the narrow space in the transport plane was crowded with people, just like the full subway in the world before, but fortunately, I was not asked to stand.

Should there be a row of about a hundred people crowded there? If you think that way, the people there will become your “family” in the future.

At least they are the only family members on the same home planet.

The platoon leader there was an old face. He was quite a gangster in the hive, a member of the gang. He had suddenly lost his exaggerated makeup, and his gothic decorations were no longer dazzling. .

“Now you can open the package, and those who need to eat can eat it directly. That is also part of the training. They don’t have much time on how to use CRP combat rations.”

“If you don’t know how to eat, you will starve. He will teach you once. Now open the package!”

At this moment, Alan Bayer had time to see what was in the package that was sent to him.

Those complicated, tolerant, and thoughtful things make people feel that the will of the God Emperor is put into that bag because it is in it.

Yes, a laser gun repair kit, including holy cleansing oil and a cloth freshly blessed by the Mechanicus.

Two spare laser gun batteries.

Three days of nutrient-rich synthetic food rations.

A Beginner’s Guide to Imperial Infantry.

A roll of toilet paper, water bottle, sacred cleansing tablets.

Two pairs of socks, an undershirt, two standard outer pants, and a raincoat.

Medical kits distributed by guards, including blessed tonics.

Sleeping bag and canvas, razor, shaving foam, toothbrush and toothpaste.

and a miscellaneous bag containing plates, cups, bowls and a set of spoons, forks, and knives, which the soldiers of the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment often called FRED, a ridiculously broken eating device.

It is simple, allows people to survive in the wild, and is effective. His belt has a buckle for storing laser gun batteries, and there is space for a bayonet, a multifunctional knife and a water bottle.

A hamster-like sound came from the cabin. Everyone couldn’t help being hungry and began to eat the starch cubes in the package.

Following the command of the company commander, Alan Bayer unpacked the package. He was already starving. He was almost among the first people to open the can naturally. Could it be that for the first meal, there was a piece of canned Glocks meat in the supply? It was so fragrant. Seeing the red oil solidify on the surface, Alan Bayer’s eyes turned green after starving for three weeks.

Others were not that good, but after all, they were like the Astra Militarum, so they could not wait patiently for the self-heating equipment to start.

To be honest, he really didn’t know if being a soldier was a good thing or not, but the canned meat was certainly inspiring.

When the fork stirs the moist oil, and you eat the starch chunks, the long journey becomes enjoyable.

When the spacecraft landed on the satellite, he felt the touch of slowing down and looked up. His hometown, a huge brown icy planet, was lingering outside the transport ship.

And his destination, that cold satellite, has long been the base of the Astra Militarum reserve team. A large number of traces of human casting dyed it into a metallic color. When the ship landed, the soldiers lined up and walked out.

There, among the still narrow human creations, other soldiers were crowded, looking at the huge equipment in confusion.

Because their destination was not the port, but the church. The stained glass painted the glorious image of the God-Emperor. The priest of the state church begged the soldiers to open the first page of the “Introduction Guide to Imperial Infantry” and follow him in reading the canon contained therein.

The people from the Ministry of Military Affairs led several veterans and political commissars in strange clothes to ask the soldiers one by one about their wrong beliefs in the empire, and handed out a laser gun with a silvery light that was what Alan Byr was thinking about at night.

Whether the foreigner who came from the east was cheated into signing the contract, it is recommended to read it from Chapter 6.