Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #26 - Chapter 26 “New” and “Old”

In the ignorant noon, when the rays of stars shine in the hot and humid forest, and amid the smell of decaying earth and dead branches and leaves, Outpost No. 3 is still chanting low-pitched prayers.

Every soldier of the Third Regiment prostrates himself in front of the imperial double-headed eagle and recites it devoutly.

“The Human Emperor is in great danger, please ask Bozi’s divine light to protect him from the invasion of the dark night.

Give him the strength to fulfill his important responsibilities and punish those who cross his path.

The body feels his bones, but his strength,

The body feels other muscles, only strength,

Feeling his soul, Wei Li,

I feel my emperor in my body,

Wish him good luck,

He is a mortal,

All men are cowards,

Ming is a guard,

Only death is weak,

Carrying the weight of dignity,

It will crush the cowardice of ordinary people. “

The weak have always been like this. Perhaps, when the light of the God Emperor falls on their shoulders, tomorrow the soldiers’ legs and arms can lift their guns again.

They were not veterans from the world of death like Catachan, nor were they angels represented by the Astartes. They walked straight out of their homes, from their shelters to the enemy.

But Alan Bair is not as pious as they are, nor is he a disloyal person, but at any time, the sentry tower needs someone to look around.

He walked through the hall of the watch tower, and the place that was originally a combat area was filled with praying soldiers. Only then did he notice that the person who planned the prayer was John Durn.

Basically, the new recruits recognized that soldier. It can be said that the new platoon was wrong and ignored him.

Alan Beyer didn’t feel that he had such great charisma, but most of the recruits thought he was very polite.

This surprised Alan Bayer unexpectedly, because “obedience” and “respect” are two different things, and both qualified and unqualified Astra Militarum have them. They will obey anyone with a higher military rank, but respect…

That would be more difficult, but not very difficult, because in any environment, people will definitely worship and respect another person and entrust their wishes to him, especially if they are in a foreign country, but there is no doubt that , that number is very small.

If a person respects everyone, then he will respect no one, and the residents of the empire appear to be more narrow-minded in that regard, because the God-Emperor wants to live in his position forever.

But John, as his adjutant, was so popular, and Alan Bayer couldn’t deny it. He took the oatmeal bars and instant synthetic powder for breakfast and continued to move forward. The east room was not for mechanical girls. To be honest, it was there. No armory.

He didn’t know how she slept without a bed. Maybe it was because she was no longer a mortal. When Alan Bair passed by, he could easily hear the sound coming from behind the door.

“011101110110000…”

Mechanical language…indescribable…

Praise for Ohm Messiah, but Alan Bair actually wanted to hear it in Gothic.

Climbing on the top of the outpost, overlooking the forest, the patter of raindrops fell on the thick leaves, accumulating into heavy raindrops and falling on the ground. It was like the sound of orcs’ rough projectiles hitting armor, and it formed a song with the nagging prayers in the outpost. Crazy alien ensemble.

Alan Bair stroked the heavy bombs on the city wall and looked at the craters in the trenches. Now that he was in them, it was like hell.

If the destruction of some Warp had sent him there, he would have been grateful to his entire family and his race, except the Emperor.

Messy thoughts cannot stay for long, and pure faith can protect the body. When consciousness can interfere with reality, then welcome to hell.

Alan Bayer walked on the wall and sang in a low voice.

“Holy Human Emperor, listen to his words,

Lead his heart astray,

He wears his clothes, wears his clothes,

Punishing the rebels will lead to eternal disaster. “

“Holy Emperor of the People, purge the evil spirits,

The soul sings forever and does not fall into the ghost. “

Just after the prayers ended, he noticed a female soldier walking to the top of the outpost and said to him.

“Loyalty, a very good quality, my lord.”

Alan Beyer doesn’t matter. “What am I here for, ma’am?”

She replied, “Is he on duty, my lord?”

Alan asked. “Where is John? Tomorrow is his day to work, isn’t it?”

the lady replied. “Wrong, but he asked for a shift because he heard you asked for duty there.”

Alan Beyer dismissed. “Call that bastard here. Is he asking to be lazy again?”

The female soldier replied. “No! Sir, he gathered the soldiers in the guard tower and taught the new recruits how to survive eastward.”

Alan Bair taunted. “How do you survive the East? Can you rely on your shoulder to get one?”

Although he was indeed injured, he also experienced an greenskin attack. Alan Bair soon realized that he was a bit mean. After all, the command did not send anyone at all. Ruming had only one platoon in the entire sentry tower, which was empty. Baggy.

Although Catachan is stationed there, a sense of uneasiness permeates the hearts of all the soldiers, and the platoon sent there is not too bad…

But I can’t hope that there will be any good soldiers in the third regiment. According to Alan Bayer’s calculation, it will take almost a month before the fourth row can be replaced by the second row.

They are all messed up, so I just picked a few good-looking ones.

He picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance, trying to find some clues about the greenskins to prevent more people from dying.

And the female soldier was reluctant and brushed the tip of Alan Bair’s nose with the end of her annoying brown hair. Did anyone tell her that she should cut her hair short?

she said. “Sir, you and Catachan fought together, is it true?” Her eyes were always looking at the long-edged knife on Alan Bair’s waist, and Alan Bair was covering it immediately.

“That’s enough, am I not a Letling? I don’t want to look at their things like that!”

The girl shrank her head after being told this.

“Okay, then can you tell him how he survived on the battlefield? After all, he didn’t go to class.”

Alan Beyer thought for a while. “Be quiet, be fast, and find the bunker as soon as possible. There are many enemies. You don’t need to be too accurate. Try to make sure you survive long enough, and then listen to the veterans.”

“Remember, when the enemy comes, put the dog tag in your mouth first, so that you don’t know whose body it is after your head is blown off. He has seen this situation many times before, and the follow-up troops who came to clean up had a headache for a long time.”

“I heard that those who cannot be claimed can be buried casually, and then a simple obituary notice will be sent to their families. He doesn’t know if those astropaths can explain clearly. After all, the list is too long.”

The girl was said to be speechless. The place where she was choked had never been attacked before, and this was not the first time for her to be so close to a soldier who had experienced war.

She had mixed feelings because the heroic platoon leader in her head should be greater than he is now.

Until she saw Alan Bair checking weapons again and again tomorrow, alerting enemies, and helping her distinguish what was not local wildlife, what was not greenskin, what was not forest, and what was not tree.

When the day ended, she quickly saw the true nature of the platoon leader. To be honest, her dream was shattered. He was not a mortal, but he was not a good person either.

When she went east to the guard tower, she said something specifically. “Thank you, platoon leader. You are a good person, and tomorrow will be the best lesson for him!” and left quickly.

Alan Bair couldn’t help but mutter. “What the hell?”

Then he said to himself. “Catachan definitely doesn’t like that nerd, but he thinks it’s cool.”