Chapter 10 Fu Yongxin: Are you loyal?
What appeared in front of Fu Qinghai was a cruel picture, with collapsed ruins, twisted steel covered bridges, broken corpses everywhere, and a little giant in dirty white power armor sitting paralyzed in front of the ruins. , dried blood scabs and half-dried fresh plasma spread out in front of him like a dark red carpet. His entire lower limbs were pressed down by a huge metal pipe, and his legs were visibly twisted and broken. Armor and flesh and bones mixed together.
But he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. This man with a sinewy face had a haircut similar to that of Ronaldo. If Fu Qinghai was familiar with Qiaogris culture, he would know that this hairstyle is called a chignon. .
The little giant Ah Fu looked at Fu Qinghai holding the electric shock spear in confusion, as if he were watching an ant holding up a toothpick.
"So...you have been preparing for a long time and you are just going to use this thing against me?" He finally spoke, with that hoarse and rough voice.
"It's self-protection, Your Excellency." Fu Qinghai responded calmly. He did not continue to step forward, but began to observe.
Although his power armor was covered with laser scorch marks and various cutting scratches, and the legion emblem was blurred, Fu Qinghai still had a bone-white background with blood-red edging. The light golden lines and the decorative hemp rope on the shoulder armor can be identified.
White Scars, Fifth Legion.
“Are you a Chogris?” The little giant with a fleshy face frowned and looked at Fu Qinghai’s oriental appearance.
“No, I come from the Levante Hive.” Fu Qinghai responded while observing the space around the space warrior’s hands.
Empty, no bolter or power sword.
"Come from the same place as them." Fu Qinghai raised his chin, pointed to the broken corpses on the ground, and added.
He has identified that the torn corpses are none other than Xedric and others.
The space warrior followed Fu Qinghai's gaze and looked at his feet, smiling: "Hahaha, so, like them, you plan to get something from me, an unarmed warrior with his feet trapped. ”
“No, I just want to chat with you”
Of course Fu Qinghai is not stupid. An unarmed Space Marine is also a Space Marine. With his bare hands, he can easily tear a hive city gangster like Xedric into two pieces, literally tearing him into two pieces.
Furthermore, Fu Qinghai also judged that this space warrior was very cunning. His legs were trapped and he lacked the ability to move. Theoretically, as long as Xedric and others did not get close to him, they would not be in danger, but now they are He was wiped out by the group, most likely because he pretended to be weak and lured Hedric and others to him, and then tore them to pieces one by one with each hand.
This is also the reason why Ladroer was able to escape back to the stronghold in the face of a Space Marine before dying.
"You are a warrior with white scars." Fu Qinghai asked, while looking at the Space Marine's legs that were crushed by the metal pipe.
Normal people would have died of excessive blood loss from the aorta in their legs when faced with such an injury. Fu Qinghai had to lament the tenacity of the Space Marines' vitality. Of course, this was also the result of the repair of part of the power armor's life support system. Fu Qinghai could see the hemostatic gel solidified at the broken leg armor, but it still couldn't stop some of the blood and tissue fluid from flowing to the floor, mixing with the semi-dried plasma in front of him.
"I know a lot." The space warrior looked at Fu Qinghai in front of him with interest.
"How should I call you?" Fu Qinghai lowered the tip of his gun slightly, relaxed a little, and took a small step forward, but still did not dare to lose his vigilance.
"Wo Kuotai, Wo Kuotai Mangnut, if you are a soldier of our legion, you can also call me Wo Kuotai Nayan Khan." The strong man with a sinewy face replied, He still had the same relaxed expression, and the corners of his mouth even curved slightly.
Hey, he is still an officer and a company commander.
The Empire's Space Marine Legion naturally has a fixed combat organization, with squad-level combat squads and company-level combat companies. However, each legion has its own tactical habits and cultural customs based on the original primarch. There are different divisions and names.
For example, the fighting company of the White Scars Legion is called the Brotherhood, and the company commander is called "Nayan Khan".
These names come from the native cultural customs of Chogris, the home planet of the White Scars Legion and its main recruiting planet.
Although Fu Qinghai knew that the White Scars had been a loyal legion to the Emperor during the entire Horus Heresy, he still did not dare to take it lightly.
Because he also knew that in the early days of the Horus Heresy, nearly half of the White Scar Space Marines quietly chose to side with the Warmaster, intending to play a trick and take advantage of the fact that the Primarch Jaghatai... Khan seizes actual control of the Legion fleet when he lands on Prospero's surface.
Although it was not successful in the end, it also showed that the White Scars were not united, and there were many young men who did not obey the command of the original body. Who knows whether the White Scars warriors in front of them were rebels.
Fu Qinghai took a step forward slightly and said:
"Um... Dear Ogedei Nayanhan, as I said before, I am a member of the imperial colony of Cheslatan planet. Ordinary legal citizens, I don't mean any harm, I noticed your current situation and hope to help you out. "
"But," before Wo Kuotai could speak, Fu Qinghai continued: "Before that, I have one last question."
Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and looked straight. Looking into Wokuotai's eyes, he said in a deep voice:
"Are you loyal?"
Hearing these words, the white-scarred warrior's initially disapproving expression suddenly changed. His brows instantly furrowed, and his sharp gaze stared straight into Fu Qinghai's eyes. A deep voice squeezed out from between his throat and teeth, and he said word by word: < br>
"Boy, I have been fighting for the empire and the Khan for two hundred years. I did not let a ridiculous mortal like you question my loyalty!"
When he said the last sentence, he was almost roaring. .
This sentence seemed to touch his inner skin, and he then roared: "We fought from Ullanor to Prospero, we hunted down every ship and every person of the traitor, my brother Their corpses are still floating in space above your head! "You! You, a humble and pitiful mortal, dare to question me?"
The white-scarred warrior was so angry that he grabbed a severed arm and prepared to throw it at Fu Qinghai.
"I..." Before Wo Kuotai could finish his words, Fu Qinghai thrust the tip of the electric shock spear into the semi-dried blood in front of him.
"Crack!" The powerful voltage from the battleship's energy instantly broke through the plasma and was directly connected to Wokuotai's lower body, which was oozing with blood, tissue fluid and gel.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The Space Marine screamed unexpectedly, his voice trembling.
Of course he saw the electric shock spear held by Fu Qinghai, but the slender barrel made the white-scarred warrior judge that the power of this thing would only make the body of the Space Marines tremble, but it would not cause any harm.
This thing is indeed just a civilian animal trapping device. In theory, it is not even a weapon.
He was careless.
"Chi~" A puff of white smoke came out from the end of the gun barrel. After one shot, the electric shock gun burned down as promised.
Wo Kuotai also stopped trembling. He sat on the ground blankly, his eyes a little absent-minded.
The severed arm that had been raised in his hand fell down with a snap.
"Huh..." Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief. From Wo Kuotai's tone, he roughly judged that this Space Marine should belong to the loyal camp, but his small body could not withstand a hateful throw from a Space Marine. So I can only let him calm down first.
A few seconds later, Wo Kuotai's eyes blinked and he finally recovered.
When he came back to his senses, he glared at Fu Qinghai: "You kid..."
"No, no, calm down, Khan, I just want you to calm down!" Fu Qinghai quickly raised his hand He raised his hands and threw the electric shock spear on the ground, indicating that he had no weapons.
"I am a loyal citizen of the empire. I am on the same side as you. I also hate Horus. I love the emperor as much as I love my father!" Fu Qinghai said quickly.
"Please calm down. You are in a very bad state now. In order to prove my sincerity, I will find a way to rescue you." Fu Qinghai said while retreating.
"You..." Wo Kuotai was a little stunned, watching Fu Qinghai turn around and run out of the door.
After a while, he heard the roar of the jet motorcycle engine.
Wo Kuotai saw Fu Qinghai walking in dragging a long iron chain. Fu Qinghai walked to one end of the metal pipe and squatted down, trying to tie the iron chain to the heavy pipe.
Wo Kuotai understood what he wanted to do.
At this time, a girl's head popped up at the door. She took a look at the severed arms and blood of the corpse inside, covered her mouth and retched before quickly retreating.
After tying it up, Fu Qinghai tugged hard. After making sure it was firm, he walked up to Wo Kuotai and said, "Hold it."
"Humph," Wo Kuotai sneered disdainfully. He said: "I am an Astartes, am I afraid of pain?"
I'm afraid you have forgotten how miserable you screamed just now... Fu Qinghai cursed in his heart, without saying much, turned around and walked out of the door. .
The roar of the engine sounded again, and the chains instantly stretched straight.
The straight iron chain turned around the corner of the gate. With the pull of the jet motorcycle outside, the iron rings were pulled out of the gate one by one with "click, click".
The metal pipe also began to move slowly, and the heavy pipe moved outward like a millstone grinding against the Space Marine's legs.
"Hiss..." Even though the flesh and blood of his legs had long been necrotic, Wo Kuotai still hissed in pain in the face of such torture, which affected the nerves at the roots of his thighs.
The metal pipe was finally pulled apart.
Wogotai's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The tranquilizers and analgesics built into the power armor had been exhausted in previous battles. He was relying on perseverance to resist the pain.
"Ha..." Wo Kuotai breathed heavily, looking at his legs that had been crushed to pieces, and thought to himself: "I might be sent to a fearless mecha..."
Fu Qinghai walked in again.
[You saved the life of the White Scar Space Marine Ogedei Manut and achieved a stage milestone event! 】
The familiar cold voice appeared again.
【Start calculating assimilation points...209 points】
OJBK! Fu Qinghai, who successfully earned assimilation points, secretly praised himself.
Wokuotai, who was staring at his legs, looked up at Fu Qinghai and said, "I can't stand or walk."
"It's okay, I'll get an iron plate to drag you with. Let’s go.” Fu Qinghai expressed his thoughts.
Wo Kuotai pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, but you have to do me a favor first. There should be several corpses of the Sons of Horus behind the wall behind me. You can move one. Come here, and if you have a power weapon, get it too Come here."
Fu Qinghai walked around to the wall behind Wokuotai. Behind the wall, there were indeed two corpses of space warriors wearing gray-green armor, both wearing helmets. The tools were already half buried in the collapsed ruins.
Fu Qinghai was convinced that the enemy of his enemy was his friend. Almost all the Sons of Horus were die-hard Warmasters, and only a few were loyal to the Emperor. The white scars who fought against the Sons of Horus were almost certainly loyalists.
Fu Qinghai found a power sword and lay quietly in the hand of a son of Horus.
From the shape point of view, this is a broad sword with a curved one-line sword grid. The hilt is very long, which is enough for Fu Qinghai to hold it with both hands. However, compared with the size of the space warrior's hand, and the sword Judging from the proportions of the handle and the blade, this should be a one-handed sword.
There are only simple decorative patterns on the hilt and sword grid. The runes engraved in low Gothic script are the names of the forging world where it was produced. It is not considered a finely crafted weapon, indicating that the person holding it is not. An officer.
Fu Qinghai struggled to pick up the power sword. It was too heavy for Fu Qinghai to wield. After all, it was a weapon designed for space warriors.
Fu Qinghai couldn't put it down. His sea of consciousness had been fluctuating ever since he saw the sword. Fu Qinghai gently pressed a button on the sword's handle.
"Zi..." There was an imperceptible buzz, and the entire blade was instantly wrapped in a faint blue fuzzy force field. Silks of white arcs flashed around, and the blue light emitted by the blade The dark cabin was slightly illuminated.
The sword's fragmentation field generator still works normally.
"Boy, be careful, don't touch that blue light, be careful and cut off your own head." Wokuotai's hoarse voice came from behind.
Ogodei heard the sound of the power sword activating, a sound that was all too familiar to a Space Marine.
Of course Fu Qinghai would not be stupid enough to touch this blue energy field.
The cleavage force field is the core of the power weapon. It can directly destroy the molecular bonds of solid materials it comes into contact with, and can disintegrate almost all solid materials. Power weapons are standard equipment for space warriors and are also equipped for some senior mortal officers. However, this is not a bad technology. At least many alien races do not have the technology to make power weapons. Even many human forged worlds 40,000 years later do not. And then have the ability to make power weapons.
This standard power sword can be sold for a high price in the Levant hive where Fu Qinghai was originally located.
Fu Qinghai turned off the cracking force field generator, returned to Wo Kuotai with the power sword, put the sword in his hand, then returned behind the wall, and used all his strength to smash a The body of the Son of Horus was dragged next to Ogedai.
Wo Kuotai picked up the power sword, waved it skillfully twice, and ordered Fu Qinghai: "In the power backpack behind the corpse, look for the storage equipment compartment of the life support system. Here, in ...Damn, his armor is made of MK5. I think it's on the side. Try to find one..."
"Is this it?" Before he could say anything, Fu Qinghai pulled out a device holding various unknown liquids from the side of his power backpack.
"Huh? You kid...have you ever been exposed to power armor before?" Wo Kuotai looked up and down at Fu Qinghai in surprise.
The torso to the hands and feet are all intact flesh and blood, not like the monks of the Mechanicum...
"For the first time, you can understand it as talent." Fu Qinghai explained casually One sentence.
Fu Qinghai took the life-support device and came to the side of Wokuotai. He found the same equipment compartment and pulled it out. The liquid tube inside was empty. Fu Qinghai inserted the device from the Sons of Horus into it. .
"Buzz..." Wo Kuotai's power backpack trembled. The two spherical exhaust pipes behind his shoulders spurted out a stream of hot air, and the motor in the power backpack began to operate.
Immediately afterwards, Ogedai sighed, with a comfortable and relaxed expression on his face.
Fu Qinghai guessed that at this time, analgesics, medicines and hormones were being injected into Ogedei's body through the power armor.
Starting from the second-generation MK2 expeditionary power armor, the huge power backpack on the back of the Space Marine armor integrates devices such as micro-plasma reactors, life support systems, automatic medical equipment, air filtration systems, and liquid circulation systems.
“You can apply to be a pharmacist in the legion.” Ogedei was slightly relieved from the lingering pain and was still in the mood to joke.
Of course it's just a joke, not to mention the medical level of the Legion Apothecary, just one point: the Space Marine Apothecary is also a Space Marine.
"Then, you are the only one left." Wo Kuotai said, activating the power sword's disintegrating force field and looking down at his broken legs.
Damn it, you don’t mean to... Fu Qinghai was shocked when he saw this scene.
Wo Kuotai gestured at his legs with the power sword, and then swung it down suddenly.
The faint blue cracking force field cut Wokuotai's legs in half with the broken leg armor like a hot knife cutting butter.
Wo Kuotai groaned, blood spurted out, and the wound was immediately covered by the hemostatic gel of the armor's life support system. The blood condensed into a blood clot at the base of Wo Kuotai's thigh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and further scabbed. It is the Lamanre organs in the Space Marine's chest that secrete the Lamanre cells scattered in the blood vessels and act rapidly.
Are all Space Marines such ruthless people to perform amputation surgery on themselves? Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
At this time, Fu Qinghai suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the corpses of Cidric and others were scattered on the ground. There seemed to be strange scars on the arm of one corpse.
Fu Qinghai couldn't restrain his curiosity and squatted down to observe.
It is a sign of gnawing.
Fu Qinghai's eyes widened, he suddenly raised his head to look at Wokuotai, and took two steps back calmly.
“You cannibal?” Fu Qinghai asked in a deep voice.
Wo Kuotai raised his head, looked directly into Fu Qinghai's eyes calmly, and said: "The nutrient solution in the life-support device is only enough for me to survive for three days, and my stomach can digest many kinds of organic matter for me. The body provides necessary energy, including the corpse of the enemy."
< br>The corpse of the enemy... Wo Kuotai was so open-minded that Fu Qinghai didn't know how to answer for a moment. The moral concepts of the Warhammer 40K universe are very different from those of the previous life on Earth. Fu Qinghai also had difficulty adapting to the lobotomy of living people at first. The behavior of servitors is commonplace for people here.
Fu Qinghai could only nod and said: "Okay."
Indeed, a mature Space Marine cannot let himself starve to death, that would be too cowardly.
In the following time, Fu Qinghai began to pick through the safe areas of the battleship wreckage, found suitable materials, and made a tow bucket to be towed behind the jet motorcycle, because although Wokuotai He lost his legs, but as a space warrior, his body size was still much larger than that of an ordinary person, and he was unable to sit on a jet motorcycle.
This drag bucket has no wheels, it is simply a steel plate with a certain curvature placed on the ground.
During the process of manufacturing this drag bucket, Fu Qinghai had to say that the indestructible power sword is really a very useful cutting tool. Even if it is not used to cut people, it is still used as a manufacturing tool. Very efficient.
After searching for some usable weapons and supplies in the ruins, the three of them prepared to return to the colonial stronghold.
Wo Kuotai put his hands on the ground and placed himself on the tow truck made by Fu Qinghai. He tightly clasped the edges of both sides of the tow truck with both hands and looked at Fu Qinghai with doubtful eyes.
Fu Qinghai comforted: "Don't worry, I will ask Fei Yi to drive slower."
"Boom..." The girl twisted her delicate hand and the jet motorcycle started.
Wokuotai, who had lost his legs, was sitting in the trailer. He felt a little nervous at the moment. For some reason, he remembered the first time he participated in the Battleship Gang. When airborne in orbit...
…………(End of this chapter)