Nights are not a time of sleep for the Imperial Guard, which has to ensure that there are always people awake to face all kinds of terrible situations in the orderly change of shifts.

The city here is completely torn apart by the huge downed battleship at this moment, and it can be said that the defensive servants and watchtowers designed by the Mecha Sect before have become useless, and the harsh environment makes it impossible for the Imperial Guard to suppress the enemy, and only at this moment will people feel that flesh and blood are really troublesome.

"Our next batch of supplies must be pressed by the Mechanic Sect." Alan Bair picked up the night light, looked at the report, yawned, and took another sip of his favorite artificial caffeine.

The staff officer replied. "The Mecha, indeed, they sent many Alpha-class veterans and two sages here."

"It's an honor, it seems that they have completely opened up to us, but there is no way, after all, that kind of thing suddenly smashed in front of him..."Alan Baier looked at the flaming steel dragon from the window, he knew the method, and probably knew who was coming.

Although he didn't like the Mechonia very much, the Foundry Governor of this world was clearly superior to many of the mortal planet governors he had seen, and it was already difficult to plan the advance of his troops normally in a place where the situation was becoming increasingly complicated.

Laziness and complexity fill the world, the harsh environment and the changes brought about by the orcs have made the situation worse, and the War Department will not be able to support the Imperial Guard in the short term.

Now in the small Pan basket, the Imperial Guard, the Mechon, the Orcs, and the traitors are huddled together, and one can't help but feel that this galaxy probably has nothing to do with spaciousness.

"Let's raid those traitors first and see if we can destroy those things in one fell swoop, and if our winter suits are delivered normally, we will act tomorrow." Alan Bair looked at the silvery white wilderness and the damned, empty, uninhabited city, but behind their castle was the brightly lit, functioning nest capital.

The glory and prosperity of the empire had faded due to the war, and the city had become a wasteland in the midst of gunfire and bombing, and in such a tense situation, the Mechonia still sent servants and mortals to continue their work, and Skady was also benefited by this and shut up, otherwise it would be absolutely terrible to be stationed in this deserted place.

Before he knew it, Alan Bair was also accustomed to the peace here, and although the city of the Mechanics was slightly less human, it was better to have life than to be as cruel as the real void.

And he is not a god, he can't save everyone, he can't make this world better, aliens, heretics, evil things are expanding wantonly in the territory of the human empire.

When the light of the emperor is sprinkled in this corner of the dark universe, the wrath of the Imperial Hammer will follow, but Alan Baier also knows that humanity can never return to the Age of Honor, whether it is the Dark Ages or the Great Expedition.

After he had created one of the few miracles in human history, he realized that if he wanted to create the glory of the Great Expedition, he had to let humanity know that it could survive where the light of the Torch could not shine.

But he failed, and the Sun Lord, who had carved countless worlds and defeated many aliens and heretics, was sunk in the darkness of the galaxy and betrayed by the people of the empire he once protected, assassinated in the remote frontier worlds far from Terra and the Throne.

Every time he thought about it, Alan Baier wondered if he should continue to work hard, perhaps this disgusting empire was hopeless.

But it is still the Emperor's last gift to mankind, and the only place to live as a human in this cruel universe, although it is corrupt and crumbling, it is still the last home of mankind.

And Alan Baier has always worked hard for the remaining soldiers of Skadi, and for the Empire, he has always been able to cheat and cheat.

And at this moment, the night is approaching, Alan Baier picked up his communicator, as a commander, he can't be idle, anyway, he is bored, so he takes on the responsibility of asking the post, and regularly sends signals to the external patrol team, asking the other party to answer, it is an idle and lazy, so as not to do it with other comrades, he also does not like to sleep, or it is difficult for people to sleep on the battlefield.

"This is the headquarters, this is the headquarters, please reply to the third reconnaissance team." After the report is completed, the sound of electricity appears.

"The third reconnaissance team replied, everything is normal, everything is normal, the emperor blesses."

Alan Bair replied. "Roger." Then the next, second, fourth, fifth, sixth, dull, but the only greeting to the patrol that still stands today, dressed in thick winter suits, walks in the dark of night when no one is around, and Alan Baier must be responsible for the lives of those loyalist.

He let out a breath of mist, and there were still nine groups to ask and answer. "This is the headquarters, this is the headquarters, the ninth reconnaissance team please answer, the ninth reconnaissance team please answer."

Zizizi, zizi, the minutes and seconds passed, Alan Baier looked at the communicator and repeated it again, but only the mist he spit out condensed on the communicator.

"Emperor—" he frowned, pressed the panic button, the roaring and vigilant guard whistle screeched in the constant light of the Lumentower, and no one could sleep peacefully anymore.

"This is Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, the Ninth Reconnaissance Team lost contact during the interrogation with an interval of 10 minutes, they are in Western Area A, all on the watchtower!"

The soldier climbed upstairs, took the weapon and the clothes to defend against the cold, the visibility at night was extremely low, and the Lumens Tower was constantly shining, hoping to find out what was wrong, under the light and exploration, a black iron sheet suddenly appeared in the dark wasteland, it was the transport barge of the Mechon, and it was also the supply vehicle familiar to the Skadians, but at the moment there were bright red marks hanging on it.

"What's that?" Alan Bair took out his binoculars and looked at it, and then, it was hard to imagine what he saw, bloody human internal organs and flesh were smeared on it, drawing the chaos symbol of the eight-pointed star and a string of orc language.

Hundreds of cathars were tied to it, mechanical parts were dismantled, and the two mechanical sages were given special care, and the titanium alloys had been so badly shattered that even the detectors and prosthetic eyes were completely destroyed.

The rough chains and the symbols made Alan Bair's heart agitate, and it was clear that the Cathar and the Mechclad together didn't have that much flesh and blood, so the disappearance of a scout platoon...

And the "painters" and a few orc boys were still watching the light of the Imperial Guard Lumens Tower in panic by the side of the truck.

"Heresy... Abnormity! He gritted his teeth, this matter had touched his bottom line, from his grasp of command to now, he had never been so provoked in large and small battles.

"Shoot the Chimera, Poison Blade, and Riemanus, with the Explosive Gun and the Plasma Gun, and be prepared for those heretics to be in ambush nearby."

The staff officer looked at the disgusting thing and commented. "It's hard to imagine that orcs and red pirates are..."

Alan Baier scolded. "I don't care what they're doing, I just want them to pay, and when they start declaring war on us, they have to die."

This sentence also includes fear and anger, or both, and those aliens make such a choice to mean that they will no longer take the Imperial Guard seriously, and during this time, the soldiers of Skadi will also go out with all their might to exterminate those things.

Before, it was just a monopoly on their supplies, obviously too gentle, and it would be a waste to fight a war of attrition with any heretic, and you had to deal with those things quickly and accurately, regardless of the cost.

The Chimera's armored car drove out at great speed, and the orcs obviously didn't realize that the humans would notice their small movements so quickly, and the blood axes in military uniforms soon began to abandon the barge they had brought and run with all their might.

But unless they all grew up eating promethium, how could they run past the war engine of the Imperial Guard, not to mention that the vast wilderness has no obstacles and cover, and it is even more impossible to dodge.

The roar of the Imperial Engine and the wrath of the Imperial Guard ensued in the wilderness, and the chaotic traitors were blown apart in the darkness and cold by a crude dense attack before they could escape, but there wasn't much to transport the challenge letter, and it wasn't a loss for the aliens.

But killing them like this doesn't relieve anger! "Cockpit, speed up, get close to the orcs, then don't ram and don't shoot, I'm going to hack them!"

It's hard to imagine that such a horrific discourse was said by the Imperial Guard, but in the late fortieth millennium, such tactics were actually very common within the Imperial Guard, using the commander on the observation port to break through the enemy's armor with a power sword or other similar weapon when the enemy's armor was difficult to penetrate, and then fire the main gun fire into it.

Relying on the mobility of small tanks to defeat the strong, I heard that the commander who invented this tactic used this method to kill a hive of tyrants, but Alan Baier was clearly venting more than tactics at the moment.

The roar of the engine was a desperate roar for the orcs at the moment, and they were already running with all their might, their thighs trembling, and they shouted tremblingly. "Shrimp Boss is here! The Orc Killer is coming! ”

Then Alan Bail used his power scythe to quickly slash the head of the yelling orc, like a feudal lord on horseback or Krieg's cavalry, the bloody blood wet on the salamander cart, because Alan Baier did not activate the destruction stance, and completely relied on the sharpness of the scythe and the strength of the impact to cut off the head.

The green-skinned fungus-scented blood flew far away and stained Alan Bair's uniform, and if the uninformed saw it, perhaps they would think that the evil human cosmic nation was slaughtering the harmless native intelligent creatures of the natives.

After all, the Imperial Guard is a bit crazy no matter how you look at it, skeletons, Skyhawks, crazy killings, and those hatred for aliens, so that the projectiles are constantly shooting, and a few orcs are not even enough for this terrible army to eat.

When the killing was over, Alan Bair stepped down from the command-shaped Salamander tank, holding his trophy, the head of an orc boss and a special operations boss who commanded the operation, and looked like an orc officer of the rank of major.

After the area was cleared, Skadi's Katachan surrounded their war lord, Alan Bair, who was Lieutenant Colonel, to protect his safety, the chief of staff with a blaster and a chainsaw sword by the side chanting battlefield prayers, and Skadi's soldiers lined up, slowly stepping on the drumbeat of blood and death.

“Litany of War

Emperor， bestow on me Your righteous fury and Your furious strength. Let me become the storm that blasts the enemy from your sight.

Prayer for War (chanted before joining the battle)

Emperor of Men, please give the wrath of the righteous son, please give the wrath of the fierce son. Make me the wind of the son, and scatter the hatred of the son. ”

It was a sign of war, and it was a sign of anger, and for the Skadi, there was no better indication of their resolve than a prayer in praise of the Emperor, which would never have been done if it had not been for the oath to be fulfilled.

"The Emperor of Man, please give the wrath of the righteous son, please give the wrath of the fierce son. Make me the wind of the son, and scatter the hatred of the son. "The earth-shattering prayer was repeated again, dispelling the darkness of evil, fear and filth here, only loyalty and wrath, and when such a voice reached the ears of the cloudy, miraculously, Alan Bair noticed the voice.

"There are still people alive! Stop praying, the medic is out! He immediately looked at the members of the Mechanical, although they had changed themselves a lot, although they believed in the god of all machines, but they were fellow humans, he still had the responsibility to bear their lives and deaths, not to mention that they sacrificed for their own troops.

After a slow investigation, Alan Bair determined the source of the bellows-like sound, which was the dismantled remains of a dismantled mechanical sage, and it was hard to imagine his body becoming an almost unknown mass that would have been thought of as a heretical ornament if it weren't for the red robe.

"Medical team, engineering team, come on!" Alan Barr shouted, but the sage said.

"Arya... Wrong... You are... That lieutenant colonel? "His perceptrons were completely broken, and he could only rely on vibrations to travel to his previous cochlea, but luckily, Alan Bair was loud enough.

"Leave me alone, I can't hold it anymore, Main Nest, No. Y341648, Warne Street... There is a girl in my household... She needs someone to take care of her. ”

Alan Bair yelled. "I won't help you take care of the child, you bastard, hurry up, wake up!"

But the priest said. "I saw that thing, I recommend retreating, the evil mechanical spirits of chaos are awakening, Lieutenant Colonel, give up this world..."

Alan Beyer retorted. "No way, I won't let the sacrifice become a ridiculous joke, how many brothers have died in the war in the void, and how many people have left in this world?"

"We still have a lot of things to settle with heretic aliens, what evil spirits, I've seen countless more disgusting things!"

"Believe me, live, I command you, sage! I am the hammer of the empire! No enemy can resist the crushing of our army, no! ”

The sage raised his head, and even though he couldn't see, he listened to the sonorous voice, and he realized that there was still salvation in this world.

He shuddered as he accepted medical treatment and help, and then smiled wryly, as if the Mechonists couldn't do anything in this war...

Dawn of War 1 is so fun, why no one has added my readership (think)

(End of chapter)