Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #4 - Chapter 4 Groups

When the Chimera troop carrier drove through the wilderness of the moon, kicking up the dust, several veterans pulled Alan Bayer out of his slump. Alan Bayer remained calm and held on to the ball.

Outside the space suit, the sound of a wrong intercom came to my ears. “Soldier, are you okay?”

Is the voice of the staff officer? “No, my lord, he is fine.”

“It’s fine, God-Emperor bless me. When I was smashed away, he thought that the Emperor had lost another loyal soldier.”

Alan Bayer was pulled out of the moon crater by the soldiers. He was not in a daze at all. The shooting assistance sign in front of him was not that conspicuous, and it was definitely an illusion.

When he walked through the crater, the Chimera armored vehicle in front, and the soldiers disposing of corpses in the distance, everything proved one thing.

He obtained the technological products of the Dark Ages, and they are very usable. No, the vacuum and cold of the moon made them well preserved, and the powerful technological level of the Dark Ages allowed them to repair themselves, but no matter what…

Alan Bair holds the ball. That thing cannot be given to the Mechanicus Cult. They will put it on a soft cushion and kowtow to each other…

The back of the Chimera opened, and the roar of machinery reached his ears because Alan Bair was walking in front of it. It buzzed, the engine roared, and the machine soul was happy.

His head twitched and he asked a question to the communicator. “My lord, how long has it been in service?”

“It?” In the imperial language, she and he could be distinguished in spoken language, and people who met him quickly realized what he was talking about.

“It’s been 237 years, the loyal machine, it was his walking horse, he took it on Karst in…” His tone became cheerful, as if someone asked him about his old comrades, it made him happy, and he suddenly Stop and come east.

“He shouldn’t have said so much to me, but… the enemies of the empire are not that fragile. He hopes that I can come back alive.”

“He knows, sir, he knows.” Alan Bair replied, looking at the moon’s environment through the Chimera’s full-coverage peephole.

How far was he sent flying by that thing?

When he returned to the camp, he took off his helmet and clothes, stuffed the ball and a touch of moon soil into his chest, and he suddenly became the focus of that generation of recruits. Everyone talked about it, and Alan Bayer also followed him for a while. He was quickly given a nickname.

Called, “The Boy Who Lived.”

The marching staff officer who was now in charge came wearing that iconic suit. He looked young, and he didn’t have the one-eyed, power-glove configuration that Alan Bayer remembered.

He scolded the new recruits to silence them.

However, he was born in Zhongsi Academy and has already surpassed Alan Bair in countless aspects. In terms of military rank, he is not even a senior officer at the company level.

Alan Byrma was saluting. He had the fastest reaction and the most clever among the soldiers. The staff officer patted him on the shoulder. “Good soldier, go back and rest. If you feel uncomfortable, go see a doctor.”

Obviously he had a good impression of the staff officer, which was not a bad thing, but he was not really stupid enough to go back directly, because what the empire hated most was deserters.

“Sir, he is not going back. He asks to be with his comrades. The soldiers of the empire will not flee.”

The officers there couldn’t help but look sideways at the recruit. Was he really from the hive world? No, no, has that PDF been sent?

The staff officer smiled and nodded again. “Okay, let’s continue, they don’t have any time to waste!”

People started training again in an orderly manner, and when the next day’s training was completely over, in the army canteen, during dinner time, Alan Beyer was surrounded by a group of people.

“How does it feel when baked goods are knocked away?”

“Oh my god, you’re so lucky.”

“How do I get over feeling like I’m in the wilderness.”

But such excitement was quickly stopped by the platoon leader, who did not come to express condolences, but to distribute food. All resources in the Astra Militarum were distributed by the division, not only the generals, but also the soldiers.

Because of the attack, Coco had a rich dinner. In addition to the unpalatable oatmeal bars and starch cubes, there was usually sea snake soup and steak. Although the food was not sea snake, the meat seemed edible.

But Alan Bayer soon discovered that it was good, because he, a lot of people, and the platoon leader had sea snake meat, and many of the soldiers who had meat had more than one or two pieces, rather than three or even four pieces.

But his friend, John Dean, has granola bars. He finally overcame his courage tomorrow and should not be treated like that.

“Platoon commander, why…” Alan Beyer had just started to speak, but John Deen covered his mouth.

“Those who eat a lot of food are all former members of the gang…he is taking care of them…”

“He should, he can eat so many starch cubes for dinner, he is satisfied!”

Alan Bair didn’t want to cause trouble, so he was a little surprised as to why John knew so much about such things. After all, the real appearances of the Hive City gang members were hidden behind the heavily colored Gothic make-up…

But he did not hesitate to cut his own flesh and gave a third of it to John Deen, thinking it was an innocent act of kindness. After all, no one there shut up.

“Give it to me.”

John Dean’s mouth was watering, but he was a little embarrassed. He gave in to his appetite.

After dinner was over and the plates were all as clean as if they had been licked, everyone returned to their rooms and were asked to open the leg book and read the Emperor’s prayers for half an hour under the supervision of the platoon leader.

Alan Bayer was definitely not that honest. He spread out his leg book and began to untie his dog tag. Then he used the clip he got from the laundry room to clamp the ball on the dog tag string and used it as a necklace.

John Deen also saw that situation and asked. “Bayer, what is that?”

“Well, a trinket he likes,” he replied.

John Dern also approved. “It’s in good taste and has a simple aesthetic.”

Alan Bayer also noticed that he was not reading a book either, so he spread out his lap book and looked at the photo of his fiancée.

“Little rascal, I’m not honest either.” Alan Bayer did not forget to complain.

But by chance or not, dead or not, the platoon leader opened the door.

“Huh? Who hasn’t prayed?!” His eyes were looking left and right, probably because he had been caught by PDF too many times in the hive city, and that expression was very expressive.

Although everyone was fishing for money at the moment, it was difficult to put away John’s photo. He was caught in this situation and he stumbled nervously. “Sir, he…”

John even went to put the photo behind his butt.

The platoon leader pushed John aside and picked up the photo. “She is really a beauty. If she is in the hive, he has to buy her a drink.”

Then said sternly. “But I will miss home when I hold that thing. I can’t do my best for the empire on the battlefield.” The fingers of his leg were pressed against the edge of the photo, and a tearing sound slowly came out.

Alan Bayer’s head felt hot and he said something. “That’s enough, sir, give him Liudong’s only thought!”

But a moment later, there was just the sound of tearing and tearing, and the photo was torn into six parts, scattered on the ground, and turned into garbage.

John stood up and cursed with the courage he didn’t know where he came from. “How dare I…how dare I…”

Mengqiu clenched his fists and hit the platoon leader, but was held down by others, who were showing off. “Assaulting the chief will result in a whipping of 16 dung! 16 dung!”

Forcibly dissipating John’s anger.

He walked on the bed in despair, and the platoon leader also looked at Alan Bayer.

He warned. “Is he giving me face because the chief staff officer likes me? If Toji rubs his nose in the face again, then…” He made a leg gesture to wipe his neck.

Then he walked out of the room lightly, making Alan Bair feel a kind of unknown fire in his heart. He was not happy anyway. It was not until the room became quiet and the sound of the emperor’s prayer was recited that he suddenly discovered that angry and angry feeling. The feeling of dissonance comes from there.

He put his ear against the wall to accommodate more soldiers. The wall there was not thick, and bursts of teasing came from the next door.

“Brothers, tomorrow’s Ailan is just like that. He’s like the sissy guy next door, venting with photos of his girlfriend! Good thing he found out.”

Many people flashed through Alan Bayer’s mind, and he finally judged whether it was the platoon leader’s voice…

He sighed and suddenly patted his cheek again. His eyes were bright and sharp again, the same as when he collected 20 starch blocks from the nest.

he muttered. “Okay, I have a goal for that period of time.”

Then…get him from his position first!