Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #23 - Chapter 23 Veteran

The march began. The Catachans didn’t understand why the lieutenant colonel would bring a gentle alien. Even Alan Byr himself didn’t know. But when they saw Alan Byr’s firearms, they were already convinced that he and the Empire were together. Veteran members of the Guard are drawn with equal signs.

It’s not that they haven’t cooperated with those people. Although they still call them gentle stars, it has to be said that Catachan still has a little respect for those soldiers.

At this moment, when Alan Bair was marching in the forest with Catachan, he found that the so-called training he had done, the so-called stealth, and advancement, as well as all tactical movements, seemed clumsy and useless in Catachan and their actions, especially if they were not. The huge backpack made him breathless.

But even so, Catachan noticed that the boy was unexpectedly quiet. He didn’t cry or chirp. Although his movements were rough, he was still barely qualified. Of course, in Catachan’s eyes, he was on the same level as a five or six-year-old child. , but his will made them consciously slow down.

And they were very lucky that that person seemed to be a veteran, maybe he graduated from Chuji Academy or that heretic battlefield. After all, it was not uncommon for real recruits Shima Xuan to kill his own people.

They advanced for a long time, probably the whole of Dongwu.

The orc camp was not very far away, but to be honest, Alan Bair didn’t know how Catachan judged the direction in the forest. He only walked the entire Dongwu, and it felt like he had walked a lifetime.

He tried to walk as fast and as quietly as possible, and then learned Catachan’s movements. Although he couldn’t avoid everything that would make him make noise like them, he could still do it. Avoid most.

Even if the sweat in the completely enclosed carapace was enough for him to take a bath, nothing in the forest would be stuffy and unbearable.

Ru Ming wondered whether he was dazzled by the fact that he could act with Catachan, although he returned to the outpost to try to save his teammates.

But there is no doubt that any Astra Militarum will regard the operation with Catachan as an honor, just like being recognized by Kashe Zin of Cadia, which is an honor that many people cannot seek in their lifetime.

Well, I decided to take the road I chose and go east, especially if it was related to the green skin that killed the lieutenant. Alan Bair’s inner hatred for the one-eyed man and the honor of the Imperial Guard drove him Move forward, driving him to learn everything he can to survive.

But even so, he is very much like a sheep in the Predator, unable to adapt to many other aspects, such as the speed of reaction to things.

It feels like being squeezed into a group of human-shaped cheetahs, making people gasp for air.

They soon arrived near their destination, and when night fell, the Catachans found a safe place and walked on the ground, which was damp, sticky and terrible. The dead branches and leaves there were thick and full of insects. Keep crawling.

Alan Bayer took out his bedding and placed the backpack and hell gun on his tarp to prevent them from being damaged by moisture and exploding when fired.

Then start building your own concealment equipment to see if the field tent issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs can meet the needs of concealment and combat.

As for Catachan, they had no beds or any equipment. They were just like forest creatures lying on the ground composed of rotten leaves and plant debris, and a large number of insects.

Even though Alan Bayer was covered, he could still feel the numb squirming sensation coming from the place where the flesh came into contact. Could it be insects or anything. There were mosquitoes surrounding his cheeks, buzzing. The sound kept coming.

The depressive feeling in the forest transcends the trenches and watchtowers. In the dark places, there is the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the howling of animals.

Alan Bair opened some gaps in the carapace, and a lot of sweat fell to the ground, spreading to the ground…

When he recalled it, he didn’t know how he had traveled such a long distance in one day. He felt that his whole body was sore after resting.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada pushed aside the forest and walked into the distance. There was an orc camp nearby. It was obvious that Catachan would camp in a dangerous place. They were used to such crises, so with his Same as home.

Most of the Catachan soldiers ignored Alan Bair. As a new recruit, Alan Bair couldn’t understand their leg language. The leg language of different regiments was completely different, so he could just stand by, stand by. Stay on standby.

After a while, he heard a sound like a click, a click, a beetle, or something else.

The sound made him look left and right, but soon he noticed the sound of the Catachan warrior holding a small, simple mechanical device, like a round lid, tapping the mechanism on it with his legs and fingers.

There is no doubt that this should be a certain Catachan communication method, but Alan Bair did not understand. The soldier used his fists to turn into sharp blades and slashed his legs in mid-air…

After a moment, Alan Bayer realized that he was communicating with himself, but it was too late. The soldier approached silently and spoke words.

Alan Bair was even a little surprised. It turned out that Catachan could really speak Gothic. He thought that Catachan was a completely silent army. But soon his surprise turned into anger, because the soldier spoke Just no.

“Does my gentle star know leg language? Imperial Guardsman, haven’t I trained the leg language of other regiments?”

Alan Bayer answered harshly. “He has learned the leg language of his regiment by heart.”

“It’s very clear that he is not a gentle star, a soldier of Skati.”

The veteran quickly realized that the young man in front of him was an out-and-out recruit.

“Okay, I’ll stay there and try not to move.”

“I hope you know where my weapon is shooting. I don’t want to hit him. He thinks he can even be a veteran with a hell gun. Am I the child of that noble?”

“But no, how about Bulong? Stay here, he will be back soon.” The veteran almost said to himself, not caring about Alan Beyer’s feelings.

The veteran led the Catachans into the forest. When the dark environment came, Alan Bair felt that the depression there was even more intense. He seemed to be being taken care of by them. While in the forest, the Catachans seemed to have slowed down. steps.

But it all took too long…

Alan Bair then tentatively emerged from his sheltered place, which the other soldiers called “the hole.”

And he saw the vague figure of the Lieutenant Colonel wielding a power fist. When his eyes adjusted and adapted to the darkness there.

He saw that Lieutenant Colonel Alda’s body was not only covered in camouflage, but also spattered with blood, almost glowing slightly in the darkness.

Is that the blood of orcs…