Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Ministry of Military Affairs Document 8712/AM/R03

Astra Militarum Operations Report

Error response number: OR-12710735626

To: Supreme Commander of Task Force Dagandeva

Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department

Office of the Supreme Commander of the Far Eastern Star Territory

tactical logistics support department

From: Major General Nico Nirom, the officer commanding the defense of the Gondva system

Topic: Latest Briefing on Pangia Subsector Defense

Attachments and citations:

Pangia sub-sector reference map

Breakdown and Distribution Report of Gondwa Interstellar Defense Forces

Approved list of devotees who are coming to cleanse Gondwa VI

Appearance: In the name of the most sacred emperor of mankind, Major General Nilomu, submits Edom's application for the defense of the Gondva system.

Planet Gondwa VI - Jungle World Level: Agriculture/Intermediate Resources, Planet Standard Grade: C-.

Threat codename: Greenskin, purpose: to request the Star Territory Military Department to urgently increase personnel.

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End of communication——

The Imperial Hive Planet, Skadi.

The surface environment is harsh, the temperature is extreme, resources are exhausted, and strong winds form a whirlpool to attack the surface of the hive city. In the hive city, which is more than twice as high as the highest peak of Holy Terra, in the middle-level factory, the waste and poisonous gas are carrying workers. Those who obeyed immersed themselves in work.

Dong-dong-dong, knocking out the scraps, cutting off the good ones, and throwing away the bad ones. There are not a lot of natural resources, but the scraps accumulated over thousands of years are still not the precious resources of the hive city.

People were wrapped like rice dumplings, and I could imagine the harshness, the extremely low temperature, and the air that I breathed hundreds of times over and over again, were all there.

There are many people who fell on the work line, and their heads were dragged along the conveyor belt for a long time before the roasting staff discovered it, and then dragged them east. They chose according to the situation, whether to make starch or not to repair and use it again.

After working so long that I lost track of time, there was a low, hoarse cry, and the conveyor belt that stretched hundreds of meters stopped, and the boundless sea of ​​scraps was no longer rough.

The tired worker took off his hood and went out in an orderly manner. From the legs separated by the fence at the factory gate, he received tomorrow's wages, 6 starch blocks of any material, one bottle was enough for him to survive, and he recycled it hundreds of times. of water.

As the cluttered crowd walked, they made the sound of clicking and eating, and there was an unexpected young man who endured hunger and hid the starch cubes in his arms.

"It will be 20 yuan tomorrow, finally." He said to himself, looking hungrier than them. Most of the people there were sallow and thin, but he seemed no different.

His name is Alan Bayer, and he is also called Wang Pu. Please see how I distinguish his life. For example, when he was alive, his name was Wang Pu, or when he is now dead, his name is Alan Bayer. Probably ask for separate calculations.

But using accurate words, whether time travel describes his current situation is the best. In his previous life, when he entered the society and found a sales industry, and was destined to travel around the world, the probability of death for those who went out was much higher than that of ordinary people.

In the complicated business, he was delivering the customer's most requested thing. It was too late to criticize him, and the competition was too fast. He could choose to climb over the railing, break the rules, and look anxiously at the big customer who was waiting on the other side of the road. .

When he heard the car honking its horn and slamming on the brakes, there was a loud popping sound, and the flesh and blood rotted on the inside. He woke up again and was there.

Interestingly, the urgent and high-pressure confinement made him close his eyes, but Ruming did not escape.

He followed the crowd and walked in the square of the hive city. It was connected to the factory, with a busy flow of workers, dim light, and unpleasant air. In the middle of the square, a 15-meter-high statue depicting a god wearing golden armor. The emperor, with a halo above his head and a flaming sword in his legs.

Emperor…

"It's been three weeks, get used to him, get used to him." Alan Bayer took a deep breath, greedy, he begged to save more than them, get more, and live better.

He walked crookedly, because those starch blocks were enough for a person to live normally, and he saved up 20 yuan. Normal people would have collapsed due to the complicated work and fatigue, but he insisted on coming here.

He walked tremblingly to an inconspicuous corner of the hive city. It was a place where nobles and commoners would never come, and it was also the black market of the hive city.

He knocked on the door, and the door opened the surveillance hole. Those unforgettable eyes had a strange purple color. Alan Bayer knew clearly that they were magical...

Only the psychics produced by the unique mushroom plant powder in the east layer of Skadi's Nest can do this. They are almost human-shaped subspace rifts, and the PDF can't contain this kind of powder.

he said boldly. "He ordered the goods two weeks ago, thank you." He took out the dirty rag and spread it out. There were 20 neat starch blocks inside, which were also the most basic food and scalable source of the hive.

The person in charge of the black market did not shut up, but took out a bottle, a small bottle, of a colorless liquid similar to a pepper shaker. Alan Bayer's heart was beating. He had waited too long.

"Thank you." He exchanged things. The thing in the bottle was coolant. I don't know if it came from that equipment in Palatong, but that thing was very useful in addition to cooling.

Then no, drink it.

There is a small amount of alcohol in the hive world. You can drink it for a long time when mixed with water. It is cold and violent. No natural creation in the material world is as violent as it.

As for Alan Bayer's company, the factory director was not a drunkard, nor was he a big bureaucrat's henchman.

Just beg him to use that thing so that he can escape from his current position and crawl to Zai.

It took three weeks to come here, one week to collect intelligence, and two weeks to get strong liquor. Success is not far away.

Even if he is so hungry that he is dizzy, he may collapse at his workstation in just one more day, but there are countless people who want to get that opportunity.

Ha, goodbye, damn factory assembly line!

He walked back to the factory in a hurry. Standing at the closed factory door was the fat man in gorgeous clothes. He licked his lips.

"Have you got it?"

Ailan Baier handed over the small bottle like a treasure. The adult patted his shoulder with enough strength to make him fall apart.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the second floor to supervise the assembly of the laser gun. He likes children with good eyesight like you. The throne is here."

Ailan Baier smiled, which was hard to suppress. In the gray and disgusting nest, he finally took the first step.

When he said goodbye to his "benefactor" and returned to his own room, the rat cage of the residents of the hive city, where people were forced to shrink, was only 5 square meters in size, but fortunately there was a lot of private space.

He opened the door and felt that his cage was also sweet and soft at the moment, and the joy in his heart was reluctant to dissipate for a long time. Tomorrow he could work nine hours a day, and the salary would be enough to eat.

Maybe he could meet the planetary governor in the future, see the real Astartes, or join the circle of nobles?

He felt that he could do it!

Until he saw the paper posted on the door of his room, or rather, that row of rooms had it, yes, the whole building had it?

He looked at the notice on the door timidly, with the skull symbol of the Empire on it, representing that it was an official document, even recognized by the state religion.

Title: Tithe Tax

Content: [The Emperor congratulated and blessed us, citizens.

Under the blessing of the glorious providence and the sacred legs, I and 50% of the population of my hive city division have been conscripted into the Skadi Third Infantry Regiment of the Astra Militarum.

I am called to serve the most sacred Emperor of mankind, to defend the Empire and humanity.

Thanks and praise my life, which will now have meaning, along with billions of other people who have fought and died heroically to maintain the purity and safety of the glorious Empire.

Through fighting, I will always live in the eyes of the Emperor, and the light of the Golden Throne will always shine on me. 】

Due to censorship reasons, the political commissars of the Imperial Guard have all been changed to staff officers, so please do not doubt why there is no zw, it is very strange like Kane Staff Officer