Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #22 - Chapter 22 Heading to the Orc Camp

Lieutenant Colonel Avada listened intently to the noisy chirping sounds of the forest. Pterosaurs in heat were hovering in the sky, and various small animals were traveling through the dense forest. Compared to his hometown, which was also full of life, it seemed too tame.

He counted the crowds who came to that event, and saw if all the Hundreds were thrown there. If his team consisted of about 30 people from the Catachan Company, the actual establishment of the Astra Militarum was too big for them. Not big.

They walked into the forest at the edge of the sentry tower and began to sort out their weapons and sharpen their blades. Even tough men had to pay attention to the state of the machine spirit, although they felt that it had nothing to do with faith or anything like that, but it was the foundation of a hunter.

And when Alan Bair in the outpost found that his legs were being pressed back to the camp, his emotions were very complicated. First of all, there was no briefing on Catachan’s operation. Of course, could they have considered it wrong? Keeping the whereabouts of the Astra Militarum elites secret.

Secondly, he was a little obsessed with John admiring the appearance of Catachan sneaking into the dense forest and setting up camp in the distance. Moreover, troops like Catachan were indeed reliable for him, although he was a little bit overwhelmed by Simon’s presence. Dissatisfaction in the drum.

In the narrow outpost observation room, Sergeant John was jumping up and down and pointing at his neck. “The Katachan blade is stuck there, it’s blocked!”

Alan Bayer rolled his eyes red, what can he be proud of after being almost killed!

You can’t blame him. After all, Catachan is the true elite of the empire. The legend of Catachan is a familiar story to children in all major human worlds, and those macho men with red turbans are indeed handsome.

Alan Beyer held down his sergeant. “Okay, don’t tell me how they killed me instantly. What are they doing there? What is their mission?”

John’s legs and arms were in bad condition. He was held down hard by Alan Beyer, and the pain was unbearable, and he became quiet as soon as he got there.

“Ah…no, sir…they said they came to clean up the greenskin disaster there, so he heard it when they were marching…and then he saw the number 72 on their regimental emblem.”

Alan Bair’s eyes flashed when he heard the target of their operation. He didn’t want to end the war and return to his hometown. If Catachan could eliminate the greenskins, the defense tasks there would become easier and more comfortable.

He spoke. “Give him a few cans to measure the batteries, and let him go and talk to them…”

Alan Bairdong consciously felt that all the Astra Militarum troops liked canned food. Except for Krieger, they could not eat so many canned food.

But most of the elite veterans are not friendly because they were born in the world of death or the world of fortress. On the battlefield, what is more precious than food? That definitely means no ammunition, so he is already full of sincerity.

After all, we are in a group, so it should be no problem to bring out things that everyone is short of as a greeting gift…

He asked Leg Dong to sort out the supplies, and it would be necessary to please Catachan, but the long confinement in the hive made him forget that Catachan was not an Astra Militarum in the traditional sense.

When the Catachans watched vigilantly as a gentle alien carrying heavy equipment like a hell gun walked out of the camp, their muscles tightened without exception. This was not hostility, but their habit, like a cheetah seeing its prey. .

Alan Bair walked a few steps to where they were stationed. They were just hiding in the forest, and no one could be seen from the outpost.

“Second Lieutenant Alan Bair reported that he would like to conduct a tactical report with the Catachan 72nd Regiment!”

A strong man with a power glove on his right leg emerged from the forest, his body was naked, and his visible military rank was… lieutenant colonel!

I want to know if the staff officer of their company is a major. That man is much bigger than the largest officer he has ever seen!

Alan Byrma performs the Eagle Salute. “Hello, Lieutenant Colonel.” And he quickly noticed that the long-edged saber on Catachan’s waist looked familiar.

Avada didn’t pay much attention to it and just looked at the package held by Alan Bair. “What am I doing there with that thing?” He looked at the contents of the package, pointing specifically to the can of Goro.

Alan Bair is a little surprised, because the Goro beast is almost a popular meat in most of the empire’s star regions. It is not only proven to taste good, but most humans are not afraid of it causing fatal allergies and strange protein. known for disease.

In other words, the Lieutenant Colonel of Catachan has never eaten the basic configuration of the Astra Militarum?

“Sir, that’s their standard ration. He plans to bring it to us to help you destroy the aliens. The God Emperor is here.”

The lieutenant colonel walked forward, and Alan Byr could smell the smell of blood and sweat on his body. He took out the so-called “supply” from the jar and pried it open with a knife. His leg fingers were stained with some oil, water and meat, tasted it, and then spit it out. .

“Disgusting, what the hell?”

“Are we, Wenxing people, just going to eat that for the confinement period?”

“My bag must contain 5-6 cans? It’s about 3 kilograms. I want to carry that thing across the rainforest? Do I think I can play a house game there?”

Alan Bair was so scolded that he couldn’t open his mouth. Indeed, he looked at the lieutenant colonel’s equipment, a short-barreled shotgun, a tactical belt, Catachan’s long-edged saber, and nothing else.

As for myself, I have a Hell Gun backpack with 17 kilograms of firearms, field rations and FRED (spoon, fork, plate), and more if I really go out.

To be honest, ask yourself, if Alan Bair did not have the rubbish issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, would he be able to go east alive?

But he still emphasized. “At least taking away the scalable batteries can help me kill more greenskins.”

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Avada looked at Alan Bair with interest. He could be a second lieutenant at such a young age. He knew nothing about the Astra Militarum. After all, he had a lot of experience.

Even if they almost never receive supplies from the Ministry of War, the Catachans believe in what they have captured. Most of their weapons are taken from the regiment instead of being distributed, so they don’t recognize that disgusting thing. of canned food.

The lieutenant colonel tossed the food back into Alan Beyer’s lap. “He doesn’t need it, he will kill the greenskins naturally.”

He turned around and begged to go back to the forest.

Alan Beyer said. “He will hide his orcs when he sees four. He and his comrades killed one in the battle. Their leader was one-eyed, and that handle…” He was a little unsure. After all, how could Catachan’s war blade be used among the orcs? In the legs.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada paused. “One eye? It’s…”

I saw Alan Bair’s hesitant look again. “What the fuck do you want to say? Say it quickly!”

Alan Beyer replied. “No! He saw a Catachan saber! It was across his neck!”

After hearing this, the lieutenant colonel entered the forest without looking back. Alan Beyer felt like he was sweating profusely. After all, communicating with a member of the special forces with such a high military rank was exhausting and difficult.

But after a while, the lieutenant colonel’s voice came out. “Take my garbage cans and laser gun and go with them to the greenskin camp to investigate the situation, gentle aliens!”