Chapter 305 A Sharp Blade
When the Emperor's Baneblade landed, even with the deceleration of the transport plane and the protection of the heavy-duty container, the entire ground sank in like soft butter. The inferior steel of the Orcs could not bear such a weight of Imperial Adamantium, mostly because of the size of the asteroid. However, the strong gravity created by the orcs using witchcraft equipment maintains the normal weight.
"Damn, hurry up, fasten the traction rope!" the second lieutenant shouted, and the soldiers methodically locked the strong alloy ropes to the chassis of the Poison Blade, the Chimera armored vehicle and the Hercules tracked transport vehicle. The engine beat and exerted force like a drum, but even so, the heavy body of such a huge imperial engine was as ridiculous as a child grinding.
The powerful friction generator of the armored vehicle track is also idling and making a sizzling sound. Although the metal ground provides the vehicle with a very high upper limit speed, it also weakens a lot of friction. Therefore, the orc vehicle prefers rapid spraying, not so much It's more about engine propulsion than flight.
Those things have now become limitations. The huge weight of the poison blade is collapsing little by little. It is only the additional inertia exerted by the transport plane that makes the crude base without the reinforcement of the Imperial Guard completely collapse. If the mud can still be climbed out, but those The broken metal was like a domino, blocking the behemoth at an unbalanced and oblique angle.
"Get off the bus, get off the bus and pull the traction rope!" "The Baneblade tank also has people on board. It doesn't need a crew, just the driver is enough!" the second lieutenant scolded, and immediately got off the car and looked at the alloy tank. Braided ropes made of fiber and even slightly sharp metal, he said. "Don't use force right away. The Chimera and the transport crawler vehicle must also maintain a level where they can apply more force. Let go of the accelerator and maintain the force so that the poison blade will no longer fall. Then come down, all come down!"
There were about 30 noisy people, only the driver was still in the car. They added extra ropes at many angles in various ways, or directly wore military gloves and used sabers or daggers to insert the one-meter-thick traction rope to help generate force.
the ensign shouted. "1, 2, 3!" Soldiers, vehicle crews, everything with a small area and active power are pulling at the small and important hope with all their strength. The entire Poison Blade also begins to rotate and exert force. Three of them The imperial machine souls sang together, and the vibrations and roars they made made people feel their hearts throbbing.
"Harder! Harder!" the ensign shouted. Time after time, the members of the Imperial Guard used their full power like those tanks, cutting off a large amount of scrap metal like saw blades from the tracks of the poison blade, tracked transport vehicles and Chimera armored vehicles. The tracks scraped a burst of burnt brown as dark as ink on the ground, and the behemoth slowly crawled out of the ground amidst the squeaking sound of the traction rope.
Then the soldiers lost their strength, and some even had their sabers bent out of shape. They once suspected that the rope might break, but the thing seemed to bear the heavy responsibility like them.
The ensign wiped the sweat from his face, breathed heavily, and said. "Get in the car, everyone get in the car. The communications team begins to adjust the equipment and report to the Destruction Eagle that it is ready. The other crew members who are scheduled to board the Baneblade follow me."
No matter how tired they are, they still have to cheer up and drag their bodies that can barely move to fire projectiles at the enemies of the Empire. This is not only the greatness of the Imperial Guard, but also its tragedy, because what they serve is not the utopia of mankind, but a world. Huge, corrupt, an old man on the verge of death in this dark universe.
When the engine of the Poison Blade spit out the first white mist of normal operation, the second lieutenant sat slumped in the observation room, sticking his head out of the thick armor of the tank, using his binoculars to watch the battle of Destruction Eagle in the distance. Their airship was only half Yes, this loss is far greater than expected. The orc leader didn't seem to be tired yet, enjoying the farce, but his attacks were obviously more serious. There were many bullet marks on the car body, and there were even traces of hot melt grazing, and the car's speed slowed down. A little louder, and more black smoke was exhaled.
"It's like a panting old dog, but it's still dangerous and scary. The Master Chief may be able to take him down, but it won't be easy. Oh my god, 6 airships, that's 12 Space Marines, and I don't know how many more there are. I can survive." The second lieutenant said painfully. If he hadn't done a good job of landing buffer, this matter wouldn't have happened like this.
"They are getting closer." The lieutenant shook his head and quickly broke away from those feelings. Alan Beyer had been bearing the guilt caused by the sacrifice before, but now he could taste it clearly. It felt like a titan pressing on his heart. , it is difficult to understand how those commanders could endure those emotions during these forty thousand years of despair. This is probably why the sacrifices of thousands of men and women in the empire can be reduced to simple numbers.
Those things were visualized in front of him, the smoke-emitting remains, the dead soldiers, the wailing battlefield and the exhausting death. The second lieutenant tried his best to get rid of those things, and accurately used experience and the distance measurement aid of the telescope in his head. Calculate a reasonable shooting range.
There was no sweat on his forehead, because his mouth became dry. He escaped from death time and time again, and most of the water in his body was dried up in the dangers. But he still concentrated and looked into the distance.
The Destruction Eagle was forcing the vicious dog to get closer. They locked the leader in a straight-line formation, threatened him with melt to prevent him from moving backwards, and slightly adjusted the flanks to get closer to the poison blade. The second lieutenant's hoarse voice Open your mouth. "Go forward, reach the expected firing position, and start loading shells."
The Baneblade engine started, and with that roar, the Imperial Blade rumbled forward on the ground. Compared to those extremely fast vehicles, it seemed smoother and more deadly. It was larger and heavier, so that the ground followed her movements. Trembling.
The pitch-black muzzle was locked on the insubstantial enemy. The dark green Imperial engine was crawling like a hunter amidst the rich smell of firing powder and engine fuel. The air seemed to be frozen, but those things were getting closer and closer. Coming closer , the faint fluctuations of the Destruction Eagle's airship, the orcs' wild laughter, the roar of the engines, many complex and twisted things gathered together, but people were completely unaware of it. Only the second lieutenant held the telescope and watched the despair attentively.
"It's close..." He spoke like a prophet, which brought the uneasiness in the car to its highest level. With the rapid and orderly preparations of the crew members, the Imperial sword became ready to go. About thirty seconds later, under the noisy sound, they all saw the disgusting monster.
His body looked fat and twisted. The Master Chief was restraining him on the right side. The other airships had already pulled the distance a lot further. However, in order to keep the Orc's head forward, the Master Chief had to fight with him. The Ensign's telescope was under the optical lens. Zooming in on the orc's expression, he immediately understood that the orc had regarded the Master Chief as a meat ticket.
It's not that the Master Chief is holding him back, but that he is clinging to the Master Chief. This lunatic has regarded the death of this Space Marine as the final destination. That disgusting, vicious, crazy beast is laughing and firing because of this? But in that case, the Master Chief will die, and the easiest way is to become disabled, and waiting will become even more fatal, and all efforts will be wasted...
The second lieutenant suddenly felt suffocatingly confused. The gunner of the vehicle crew began to ask him when to fire, but he could not say those two words for a long time. In just a few seconds, the shooting angle coverage of the cannon would be smaller. Unable to target the orc, let it leave in vain.
Even if the Master Chief fired with all his strength to interfere with the leader, the distance between them was only three or four meters, which was still too close for the poison blade, which was comparable to the huge explosive power of the earth-shaking cannon. Now, two crucial loyalties With the lives of the victims, a poison blade, and the efforts of tens of thousands of people, the war of tens of thousands of people is in front of him. Is he going to end the stupid racing of the orcs or stay for his friends...
At this moment, the second lieutenant could not make a decision. The gunner's questions began to become urgent. The weight of the decision-maker was pressing in his heart. Is it the comrades within sight or the lives of thousands of people? This is not a difficult multiple-choice question. But what the second lieutenant faced was not a question, but a living life.
The gunner asked faster and faster, the second lieutenant became more and more impatient, his mind was complicated, he held the telescope, but there was still someone more impatient than him, that is the sergeant chief, he was not afraid of death, he only wanted to end the war, but the poison blade did not After firing the gun, he could vaguely see the dark nightmare and the future of the orc leaving this area intact.
But the extreme desire in his heart, victory, and those feelings inspired his spiritual energy. After a brief stagnation, those thoughts faintly entered the ensign's body from his mind. Before the orcs immediately left the shooting range, the ensign felt To that vague emotion, a sudden command. "Fire!"
The cannonballs of the Imperial Poison Blade were fired, and the second lieutenant also broke away from some emotions, the vague, uncertain, and burdensome emotions. He realized the will required as a commander, and his thoughts became more stable, powerful, and... sharp. , his eyes looked into the distance like a sharp sword.
The shell structure of the Emperor's Baneblade is similar to that of a explosive shell. The projectile is very special and noble, and its value is comparable to any cutting-edge product made by the Empire. Although it looks ordinary, it is not as simple as an enlarged explosive shell. The primer is separated. , burning smoke, this shell has surpassed the projectile speed of most imperial vehicles, piercing the sky with a sharpness comparable to that of a sniper rifle, making it impossible for even the orc leader to evade, and at the same time, the Master Chief too.
But his psychic premonition helped him, and he shouted. "Slow down!" In the end, his servant's indiscriminate trust saved him. The mortal servant pressed the brakes without hesitation, avoiding the shells that almost completely hit them at the critical moment. However, even if such high temperatures set off a hurricane, the entire Land Speeder was so It was overturned, and a small explosion cloud was set off at the same time. This was a high-explosive bomb specially made by the Imperial Guard for the leader, and the temperature could even melt ceramite!
When the Master Chief climbed out of the overturned car, his thick armor left him almost unscathed. The unlucky mortal suffered a bloody head injury. He was not unconscious, but was in a state of embarrassment when the Master Chief set off a part of his body that was distorted by the pressure and explosion. The deformed metal crawled out and spoke. "Sir, I have been hurt and hurt since I started serving you."
"Those are honors, and you defeated an orc leader in a racing car, my friend." The Master Chief said bluntly.
The mortal servant shook his head. "Friend?! What are you talking about? I can't board the ship if those words are heard by others, because I am defiling the Astartes!"
"Tainted? How can it be counted? Your skills have saved my life. Many times, anyone can be considered tarnished, except you." After the Master Chief finished speaking, he pressed the shoulder of the mortal servant. He was a little at a loss, but The Master Chief simply said. "Wait a moment, I need to check the orc's life."
He picked up the bolt gun. There was no news of the leader who had been dominating just now. The parts were scattered and the ground was burning with smoke. The cracked machine body spread fuel on the ground and burned slowly. The heat produced smoke and hindered the fire. In terms of vision, even a superman like Astartes would find it difficult to see the enemy clearly in such a cluttered situation, while the complex sensing equipment and auspicious device on his helmet were as silent as death.
He pushed aside the slowly rising smoke, and the explosive bomb was aimed at the bereaved dog very quickly. He immediately knelt down to press his neck in a standard suppressing posture, and pointed the explosive bomb at the position of his head. But when he actually fell, there was only ceramic steel. There was a sound of hitting the metal ground, and there was only a broken arm next to the impact point, and a shocking, two-meter-long scratch full of broken flesh and blood, dragging on the ground.
"What?" He immediately looked around and raised his weapon, but there was no enemy. There were only annoying footsteps and a hoarse voice. The leader walked out of the smoke. His left arm was completely blown to pieces, and his right arm was blown to pieces. Half of it was rubbed off by the ground, leaving a wound with visible bones. The bloody thing clamped the mortal servant's neck. There was no doubt that even so, he could easily strangle this person to death.
he said hoarsely. "Good canned food... good canned food... really good at shooting, I like it. This shrimp is not bad either. It can drive and is easy to drive. I like it even more. And I can kill one a day without losing money, but I can make a profit by killing two. The Evil Moon Orcs will not suffer a loss!" ”
The Master Chief's words fluctuated a bit, but he remained calm. "Let him go, alien."
The mortal was so frightened that he left his seat and the car, and now he had nothing. The orc's wet blood and his own body fluids made his cheeks red, but he still spoke. "Leave me alone! Shoot him, for the Emperor!"
"Shut up, Xiami, what emperor, I have the final say now, Shigua, you red head, give me the airship, give me your helmet, and Kaka, I will let go of your Xiami Boy!”
"Alien..." The Master Chief was so angry that he wanted to eat this bastard alive. He could kill this bastard even with his bare hands, but now he couldn't.
He could only take off his helmet, and slash the armor and bolter that he regarded as honor from the ground. The orc immediately lowered his head to pick it up, as if he saw incomparable wealth, but soon he raised his head, and the Master Chief was already there. With the help of his unskilled psychic energy, he approached with a speed that surpassed that of a Space Marine, and punched him in the face. His teeth were all scattered on the ground, and he felt like the world was spinning for a moment.
The orc let go of the mortal after feeling the pain, the chief helped his servant up, and then said. "You're going to be Skadi's prisoner, alien!"
I drank 7 butters and overplayed, my back hurts
(End of chapter)