————————————Glorious Queen———————————————— “This amount…” “This quality....” "I guess if a normal Astartes regiment were to engage in a street fight with them, they would most likely be defeated?" "It's hard to say. I think it depends on the plot." "The plot is the plot. It's not easy to fight in this street battle when you're ambushed like a dog. If I were in charge, I would probably just clear the area with heavy firepower without thinking twice. Is that the only way to ensure safety?" "I unilaterally feel that if you really do this, you might be dragged out and beaten. In theory, this tactic is not in the holy book and it's a waste?" "...Well, if we were really reborn in the Hammer World, we wouldn't have any hope of becoming an Astartes commander. It's only because of Big E that we can become an Astra Militarum." "Astra Militarum... well, in some sense?" After obtaining support from the Silent Ghost Chess Pieces, the comfort level of the Empire players' coalition forces on the road ahead was greatly improved to a higher level. Admittedly, due to the difficulty of command, the Liches using these chess pieces could only give these ghosts simple and vague orders such as moving within the reconnaissance range, destroying all explosives, and killing all the sneaky things they encountered as much as possible. However, this was enough to solve almost all problems on the road.
However, although the problems on the road were solved by the ghosts of the underworld, the hammers who used the pawns of the imperial faction still felt their hair stand on end after learning how much these ghosts had dealt with. Staring at the pictures sent back by the ghosts of the underworld, they could fully imagine what the result would be if they were to command an imperial army such as the Star Legion or the Astartes in such a nest - they might only have a few small fish and shrimps left before they even got halfway! After lamenting for a while that the real Hammer world is indeed cruel and full of death, and that love can really be found around the corner, the Hammer guys' conversation naturally turned to a lighter stage - something that has not been found yet but the ghosts seem to have discovered some clues about it, and has become the object of their ridicule. "If the cunning leader of this area knew how their battle plan was demolished, wouldn't he shout that it was unethical?" "Indeed, it's just that the black bean sprouts and the Wouldn't the leader who lost his bones feel that this was even more unethical?" "Being escorted on his journey by the first two of the three great overlords in the history of the galaxy, the leader should have died with a smile on his face, right?" "...I think it must have been full of dirty talk when it died - Hey, look at the map, are we close to the target location?" "We are almost there - Lich! Change the order! Let the Ghost Worker go in and don't waste time. Mark as many of the cunning things in there as possible. Then, all firepower vehicles are ready - artillery to clear the way!!!" 9. Another loyal team "Scratch—" Along with the slight sound of paint and rust being scraped off the metal, a white mark appeared on a piece of metal wall panel that was obviously very old. Lieutenant Borisson of the Astra Militarum put his dagger back into the scabbard, sat on the ground, looked at the six marks he had carved, and sighed deeply. "By the Emperor, we have been trapped here for six days." "The supplies we have can last for another day, sir. What if we still can't contact other troops tomorrow?" Next to Borison, a Star Army soldier with a childish face had a bitter look on his face as he repeatedly counted the canned food, energy bars, drinking water, fuel and other resources in front of them. However, no matter how he counted them, these resources could only last for one day at most - after tomorrow, they would be in trouble due to the lack of daily necessities, and within half a week, the people here would most likely be dying if they were not dead. "We will rush out to serve the Emperor after a final meal." Opposite to this young Astra Militarum, another soldier wearing a slightly loose Astra Militarum uniform and a slightly small hat on his head was carefully wiping the laser rifle in his hand with a rag, as if he wanted to wipe it as beautiful as it was when it was shipped from the factory. Unlike other Astra Militarum soldiers here, this soldier with a slightly bandit look on his face was a member of the local planetary defense force. When his comrades opened fire on the Astra Militarum soldiers because of the order of the planetary governor, this man, who had been saved by Borrison in the previous battle and thus formed a friendship with Borrison in the war, led Borrison's team to retreat from the intricate roads of the lower nest while fighting, and finally successfully set up camp temporarily under the eyes of the thieves of the large power station. Although when the camp was successfully set up, Borrison's team, including the wounded, only had seven people left... "Tomorrow, I will lead the way. How many melta grenades do we have left?" After listening to the words of the Planetary Defense Force soldier, Polison was silent for a few seconds and then spoke. "Six. In addition, Lieutenant, we have two packs of explosives - everything we seized from those damn aliens. They can all be used. I checked them."
"Very good. Is everyone's light gun energy battery full?" "Always maintaining full energy, Lieutenant." "Good. What about the flamethrower? How much fuel is left?" "Enough to burn until I die in the Emperor's service, Lieutenant." After asking a few more questions about weapons and equipment and making sure that the equipment they had was still reliable and durable, Lieutenant Powlison walked to a corner of the room, half-knelt on the ground, and began to examine a piece of equipment on the ground. It was a weapon with a strap for hanging on the chest, with an extra-large caliber and a huge magazine, used to launch heavy grenades. The first few grenades had destroyed many of the evil alien troops and thwarted an alien pursuit. Tomorrow, the last grenade will find its destination. "!!!" When Lieutenant Powlison was using the light he was carrying to determine whether there were any problems with the grenade launcher that might affect its use tomorrow, a slight tremor was transmitted to his body along the metal ground under his feet. The rumbling sound of artillery following the tremor made him stand up straight in surprise. "Is this... the sound of Leman Russ firing?" "Lieutenant?" Before Lieutenant Borrison could answer, a heavier sound came into his ears, accompanied by a more terrifying tremor. Lieutenant Borrison figured out what weapon this sound belonged to in his mind and hung the grenade launcher on himself in a flash, picked up two thermo-melt grenades and hung them around his waist, and grabbed a pack of explosives. "Emperor's warriors! Reinforcements are coming! Let's charge out!!!" ————————————Glorious Queen Class———————————————— "In some ways, I feel like we're bullying people." The political commissar sat in a comfortable chair in front of the 3D projection screen, eating the imperial food and watching the imperial vehicles firing continuously. Her tone was full of "sighs" - under normal circumstances, unless the vehicle firepower was used in a blanket attack, it would be impossible to cause a serious blow to the cunning things lurking in the large power station that had been transformed into a quasi-fortress. Using a blanket attack would mean irreversible damage to the large power station itself. However, under the guidance of the ghost of the underworld, the positions of the cunning things in the large power station were easily grasped, and the chess pieces projected down showed amazing accuracy under the effect of % command efficiency. After only two rounds of artillery fire, the heavy reinforced gate of the large power station turned into a huge pit, and the cunning things around the gate all turned into protein - broken. Welcome "in?" "!入?【,!夜;袭";的":月:?费.'群;:】:.6;9?.4?:9.,3:""6!，1:3";5?." "They're moving. We need to aim again." The lich controlling the ghost of the underworld worker looked at the latest information transmitted back and raised his eyebrows. After two rounds of surprise attacks, the cunning creatures in the power station began to move, which greatly increased the difficulty of their artillery bombardment. It is estimated that after one or two more rounds of bombardment, their troops will have to go in and fight with the cunning creatures in the streets. "This cunning creature is not stupid. He will definitely not stand there and get beaten for nothing. Let Big Head and the Space Marines pay attention to the surroundings. Don't let any cunning creature charge into the vehicle area. It will be troublesome... Eh? Are there any loyalists?" "Loyalists? Where are they? I see them! Quick, quick, get the Astartes to pick them up! Don't let them get shot on the way!!" 10. Hammers’ pre-war meeting "Respected Brother Astartes, this is a map of all the areas of this large power station that my subordinate, Rees, who has worked here for a period of time, drew." In a Chimaira troop carrier that served as a temporary command center, Lieutenant Borison carefully placed a piece of paper that was crooked but could be recognized as a map if one looked carefully, on the table, unfolded it and flattened it, while doing his best to suppress his inner excitement - he had never dreamed that he could actually survive such a desperate situation, and even more so that he would have the opportunity to fight side by side with the legendary Astartes monks! "..." The Astartes brother standing opposite Borison did not speak, but leaned down slightly and looked at the map carefully. It was obvious that he was trying to memorize the map in his mind. About a minute later, the Astartes monk nodded to Borison and walked out of the Chimera with heavy steps. Almost five minutes after the Astartes monk left, Meldy's political commissar walked into the car. "Commissar Catkins, how is my boy?" Seeing the political commissar get on the car, Borison immediately turned around and greeted Keggins. Keggins responded to Borison with a "very good" look, then walked to the opposite side of Borison and sat on the chair. "Excellent, I believe they can't wait to work with our reinforcements to shove the Emperor's wrath into the heads of those ＃@★*!s and restore the Great Power Plant to the Imperium."
As Political Commissar Caikins spoke, he took out a small box from his arms and pushed it in front of Borison. Looking at the small box with the seal of the Ministry of Military Affairs on it, Borison's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, and he reached out to open it. then…… "Candy and cigarettes? I don't need them. I'm still fine. Give them to my boys, especially the planetary defense soldier - he even chose to betray his family in order to save us." "Everyone gets one box. The planetary defense soldier named Reese you mentioned also got a box of chocolates for his loyalty. Of course, Lieutenant, he needs something else." "Commissar Caikins, are you ready?" Borison's face lit up when he heard the hidden meaning of Political Commissar Keggins. "If we succeed in returning this planet to the Empire, I will certainly write a report on his contribution to the Empire. Of course, if I die on the Golden Throne ahead of time, please apologize to him on my behalf." ——————The Queen of Glory—————— "How to fight this?" With the combined effect of Reese's map, the wandering of the Ghost Worker, some of Hammer's thoughts, and the powerful computing power of the Emperor-granted Queen of Glory class, most of the area of the power station was unveiled in front of Hammer. Looking at the large power station area covering an area of more than 2 square kilometers and with intricate interiors, a group of Hammers collectively fell into a state of scratching their heads - they did have a lot of troops and food, but the problem was that facing this place that could not be easily taken by FA, well... "How about we ask those Astra Militarum brothers, especially the commissar and the lieutenant?" After discussing for half an hour without coming up with a reliable solution, the Lich King threw himself on the chair and made a suggestion. "It's a good idea. They are definitely more professional than us." The political commissar nodded and thought that this was completely feasible. It was definitely the best solution to leave professional matters to professionals. I just wanted to ask them a small question... "How? Who's going to ask using a chess piece model? Will the sound give it away? Oh and none of us speak High Gothic!" "The model is easy. We have command models for both the Astartes and the Astra Militarum. We have translators for the languages, so there's no need to worry. The voice can also be solved with a voice changer. The only problem is how to ask the questions - in the presence of the Astartes, they won't feel they have a say." "Then let the Astra Militarum and the Astartes be the Astartes, and have a short meeting with them as officers of the Astra Militarum. If they find any trouble, let the Astartes take over. If that doesn't work, let Liang Feifan and the others use some alien tricks. Liang Feifan, Silence! Can you support us if we have any problems?" "After we get rid of these rebels blocking the door, Besides - why don't you attack later?" "It's not a big problem. Our troops certainly can't go in right now. What if you encounter a rebel army that is really full of cunning people?" "No, at least there haven't been any cunning ones among the rebels who are being beaten by us. It's really interesting that there are no cunning ones among the traitor troops on the planet where the cunning rebels are. " "What are they doing now?" "They are blocking the road from the lower nest to the middle nest, and they have prepared a lot of poison gas canisters - this is just an exit. According to my black bean sprouts, this poison gas is lethal to the chicken thieves, even pure bloods will be affected - poor chicken thieves, judging from the situation, it will not be of any use even if they take the lower nest. The people above are waiting for them." "This is a bit of a trick... Do you think the governor of this planet believes in a certain plan? The believers of the other three gentlemen should not do this, right?" "That's a little bit of an explanation, Liang Feifan! Silence! If the governor of this planet is the believer in the plan, he should be able to counter the plan quickly - you guys take it easy, don't get fooled!" "Well, we'll be careful." 11. The rebel camp was easily wiped out ———————Go forward about two hours, the area where the lower nest and the middle nest meet——————————
“Dang-dang-whoosh-whoosh-” Along with the sounds of stepping on the metal floor and heavy breathing, in the dim alley where only some unknown light sources could barely indicate the way, a man dressed in the uniform of the Planetary Defense Force was running desperately. From time to time, the man would look back behind him. Although there was nothing in the alley, the man's frightened expression and the occasional tremor in his eyes all showed that he was afraid of something and he was avoiding something. Finally, after running wildly for nearly ten minutes, he finally stopped slowly, holding onto the cold wall and breathing heavily - the roads in the hive city have always been complicated, and even people living near an area cannot know where all the exits lead to, so now he is probably... safe... ? The next moment, the temperature of the air around the man suddenly dropped, and the water vapor in the alley condensed into small water droplets, hanging on the wall next to the man, on his clothes, and even on his face. The biting cold washed over the man's spirit, making him almost want to scream out loud - he knew that the hunter was coming! He was going to be hunted! He had to run... run... run... However, the Grim Reaper's scythe had already been raised, and his screams were forever strangled in his throat. In the last moment of his life, he saw a dark silhouette emerging from the shadows and a ball of green magic fire. He heard the sound of his flesh being torn apart and his vitality being drained. In endless pain, the fate of this traitor came to an end. He fell silently on the streets of the hive city, on the streets of the place he had vowed to protect before, but easily betrayed. When the man's life was harvested, the camp where he had served before was in chaos. After discovering that there was a rebel camp blocking the door, and there were quite a few rebels, Jing Jing and Liang Feifan thought about it and realized that from the terrain, even if they were in control of Pai Gu and Hei Dou Ya, two slightly unreasonable races in the Warhammer universe, it was not a good choice to charge head-on. So, they chose a "despicable" tactical plan - starting with cutting off the power supply in this area. The tactics were successful and the effect was outstanding. After the power and communication in the camp area had major problems, the commander of the rebel army realized that he was being targeted by something, no matter how slow his brain was. After receiving the news that several people in the sentry posts in the camp suddenly disappeared without leaving any blood, he realized that the thing targeting him was probably something that his soldiers could not deal with at all. Waiting in this camp would be no different from a slow death! So, for the sake of wealth and glory, the rebel commander who chose to follow his governor without hesitation and betrayed the empire also chose to abandon his troops without hesitation. He climbed onto an armored vehicle with his personal soldiers, hoping to leave this death vortex before most people in the camp noticed. However, he had already been locked in position by Black Bean Sprouts and Ribs, and he couldn't escape far at all. In full view of the public, the rebel commander, his personal soldiers and his armored vehicle were "blown" into a pile of slag before they left the camp. Well, the reason why I used the word "blown" is because afterward, the three or two kittens who survived by chance in the camp swore that they didn't understand how their commander didn't fall. Anyway, in the blink of an eye, the car their commander was sitting in, along with their commander, was gone! Then, the camp was blown up. Under the stimulation of the unknown deadly threat, these rebels, who were mostly from the scum of the hive city and had no systematic military training, exposed their true nature one by one, and frantically activated the frenzy mode by picking up whatever they could. They either fired their guns randomly to try to "kill" the enemy who had no idea where they were, or like headless flies, they tried every means to leave the camp and go to the safe zone they thought they were in. And all of this in silence made the scarab They eroded a part of the area, causing those hive areas to suddenly collapse into the lower nest along with the people above. The chaos spread rapidly, and the living people - although most of them were still alive - only had one word and words related to this word in their minds. Run! The farther the better! ! However, the shadow has spread, and where can the fleeing rebels, a group of guys who betrayed the Empire and abandoned their courage, go? As the Necrons and the Dark Eldar troops spread out, the fleeing rebels fell to the ground one after another, either barely leaving a whole body, or... no body left. ————————————Glorious Queen———————————————— "Done. If the planetary governor doesn't have some outrageous tricks, it will probably take him about a week to realize that his key camp has been wiped out." Silence, who was directing the technical unit in his team to restore a series of things in the camp and compiled a large number of false signal feedbacks, rubbed his hands to indicate that his team's work had been completed. "My troops also hunted down as many of the guys who escaped as possible - hand over those poison jars to me?" 由于指挥效能问题，无法让自己的黑豆芽部队更为精确的猎杀这个营地的逃兵的梁非凡一边黑豆芽们撤退回来，一边问询。【欢;:迎"进?"!入?【,!夜;袭";的":月:?费.'群;:】:.6;9?.4?:9.,3:""6!，1:3";5?." "Okay, but what are you going to do with them?" “Isn’t the answer obvious…” Liang Feifan looked towards the Lich as he said this. The Hammer guys of the Empire were seriously communicating with Caikins and Borison through the chess pieces, discussing the best plan to attack the power station. From the map, the outline of the attack plan has emerged, and the next step is to add details. "Recycling waste, giving it to the thieves to enjoy if necessary, is that okay?" 12. Prelude to the Offensive The time, Terra Standard Time, is six in the morning. Location: inside a Chimera troop carrier. Meldy is checking his gun. Meldi's fellow Astra Militarum soldiers were also carefully checking their weapons and equipment. Lieutenant Polison had finished his equipment inspection and was fondling the power sword in his hand. This was the most valuable item in his personal supplies before the war. It was a finely crafted power sword with a perfect feel, excellent balance, and decent power. In fact, after learning that this finely crafted power sword was part of the armed supplies he could obtain, he almost thought that this support force had taken out a box that was not supposed to be a supply...
"This is not an ordinary precision-crafted power sword, and this gun is not an ordinary precision-crafted laser pistol." Like Lieutenant Borrison, Political Commissar Caikins, who also received a set of personal equipment, completed the final procedure of donning the carapace while talking to Lieutenant Borrison. When Lieutenant Borrison heard what the political commissar said, a hint of surprise appeared on his face. "Not ordinary?" "At least the precision equipment I've seen and used is not as good as these." Compared to Borison, Political Commissar Caikins was undoubtedly more knowledgeable. After trying out these weapons briefly, he had a rough idea in his mind - the equipment given to them by this mysterious reinforcement army were all top-notch products among the precision weapons. God knows whether they were taken out of the gift boxes they were going to give to someone as gifts! "It's so easy to hand something like this to us..." Looking at the power sword in his hand, which was evaluated by Commissar Caikins as "much better than ordinary precision equipment", Borisen suddenly felt that Alexander, as an ordinary Astra Militarum officer, although he had been able to obtain weapons and equipment that were slightly better than ordinary Astra Militarum weapons before, they were all ordinary weapons. This precision thing evaluated by his own commissar as better than ordinary precision equipment...