Gu, who was squatting in the space center as the commander, pressed his ears and spoke seriously about "intelligence" that did not actually exist at all. Of course, he knew that he had no right to access the high-level intelligence channel between the Mechanicum and the Astartes. The Lord of Fort Mardius didn't know that Goo was actually communicating on the Hammer Channel, nor did he know that Goo was trying to 'mislead' him.

"Is it possible?"

"The only possibility is that our temporary allies took action against these things to relieve our pressure - obviously, they do not want us to be consumed too much by cannon fodder."

Gu continued his explanation in a serious manner, and received a gentle nod from the Lord Mardiush who had successfully misled him.

"It seems that those aliens still value the covenant a little bit - well, in this case, our combat pressure will be reduced a lot." Huan;: Welcome "Enter?"! Enter? [,!夜;raid"; :Month:?Fees.'group;:]:.6;9?.4?:9.,3:""6!,1:3";5?."

"It's a good thing. Since they have been thrown far away, Lord Mardiush, let's skip the first and second phases of the combat plan and start directly from the third phase of the combat plan?"

"As you command, Lord Astartes."

16. The seduced servitor craze

The night falls, and the wind and sand drift.

The transport ship that had been broken into two parts fell to the ground in an extremely "ungraceful" manner. Thick smoke could not help but come out of the cracks and some gaps. From time to time, a small-scale explosion would appear on its body. It exploded, throwing some metal fragments into the sky, and then letting it fall to the ground.

The blasphemous servitors are gathering. These poor things are pouring out of the transport ship like a colony of ants and then gathering - for the Dark Mechanicum.

Defective products are randomly manufactured. These miserable guys have only one goal, which is to find their target area and then destroy all the moving things in it - because of the evil technology implanted in their brains. Under the guidance, these monsters who were once citizens of the empire, but have now become slaves of darkness, roared slightly, swaying under the stimulation of the current, step by step, bit by bit, slowly and like a wave, 'flooding' toward them. the direction in which they are locked.

"At least fifty thousand..."

On a small vantage point with a simple bunker almost three kilometers away from the fallen transport ship, Wilton, the reconnaissance squad leader from the 144th Armored Regiment of Cadia, put down his hand-held night vision binoculars and frowned slightly. Wrinkle - As a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years, Wilton has estimated the number of profane servitors he sees now.

"This is the number of servitors that can still operate when the transport ship cannot be launched normally. Those traitors who have been cursed ten thousand times must have desecrated the entire Udal Hive - I hope we can Pour the Emperor's vengeance upon them, and may these poor tortured souls find rest in the Emperor's wrath."

Wilton's adjutant, who was also the communicator of their reconnaissance team, quickly compiled and sent the intelligence obtained by Wilton, and at the same time parsed the cipher text from the headquarters at an extremely fast speed, which took less than a minute. Within minutes, the latest order was sent to Wilton.

"Guys, get in the car, a new mission is coming."

After a quick glance at the orders from the headquarters, and recalling the nearby terrain in his mind, Wilton suddenly had a second thought. He quickly packed up his weapons and equipment, and trotted to his team's vehicle with his men. ——The people of the Adeptus Mechanicus have made some modifications and armor additions, making it suitable for Centaur transport vehicles wandering around dangerous areas for reconnaissance. He opened the door, jumped into the cab, started the engine, and turned on the lights.

Then, he and his team members rushed towards the direction of the profane servitor group.

————————————Fifteen minutes later——————————

“Boom, boom, boom—!”

"call out--"

"Snapped!"

Wilton's body was bumping along with the road, and Wilton, who was up and down, pressed down hard, sticking himself to the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands, pressing the accelerator with his foot, and staring at the bright light. Light the way forward. Although lasers or live ammunition from enemy fire occasionally passed by the car, hit the body of the car, and even passed his ear at very close range, the Cadian warrior seemed not to notice it all. generally. They just tried their best to squeeze every ounce of performance from the engine, controlling the speed of the car to be neither too slow nor too fast, and rushed towards the direction designated by the command headquarters.

"Da da da... da da da..."

From time to time, in addition to the sound caused by the engine and enemy fire, what came to his ears was the sound of the heavy logging gun mounted on the Centaur weapons rack - whenever the blasphemous servitor behind the vehicle was angry with the Centaur transport vehicle. When passing through complex terrain and reducing the speed, so that when they are too close, the team member responsible for controlling the heavy logging gun will pull the trigger and use a string of barrages to cut down the frontmost blasphemous servitor to ensure that the Centaur transport vehicle There will be no real threats.

"Captain! Urgent contact from the Second Investigation Team!!"

Just when Wilton used his driving skills as an experienced driver, he very cleverly made the Centaur transport truck crawl on the slope of a small dirt slope to save distance and further reduce the risk of the car being hit by the profane servitor chasing behind it. , his deputy loudly announced something to him.

"Take it to me!"

While answering his deputy, Wilton quickly flipped a switch on the control panel. Suddenly, the voice of the captain of the second team reached his ears along with the rustling sound of electricity.

"We execute the induction... Shasha... there are some blasphemous servitors in front... coordinates Xx, Xx... Shasha... Shasha... quantity... Shasha... three thousand... Shasha..."

"I understand, where are teams three and four?"

Although part of the words of the captain of the second team were obscured by the sound of current interference, Wilton still generally understood what he meant.

"Have notified... Sha..."

"Get through to the captains of the third and fourth teams immediately. We need to concentrate our forces and rush over - how much ammunition do you have left?"

After using a map to insert coordinates in his mind and sketching the scene, Wilton immediately realized that it was impossible to go around, so he immediately made tactical arrangements. At this time, three teams and four teams The captain also joined the communication channel.

"Completely enough...sha..."

"Shasha... no problem..."

"Ammunition...sand...foot"

"very good……"

After realizing that the abundant supplies were not only enjoyed by his own reconnaissance team, but also by other teams, Wilton silently sighed in his heart that the Mechanicus who came this time were actually a group of wealthy people who really didn't care about logistical supplies. He took a deep breath. He took a breath and began to issue orders.

"Everyone! Secure yourself a little. Also, put up the bulletproof panels. At the same time, everyone except the driver is ready with small weapons - we will rush through the area in half an hour at most.

A chaotic array of blasphemous servitors! "

—————————————Space Center Command——————————————————

"Latest report from the outermost defense line, they have been engaged in firefights with scattered profane servitors."

"Communication from the reconnaissance squad, they have successfully executed the decoy operation plan."

"Krieg communication, the Death Cavalry Regiment is in position."

"A communication from the respected Lord Raven Guard Astartes. They are approaching the abandoned industrial town. He also requested that if there are no extreme accidents after this communication, we will suspend active contact with their team until the end of the battle. "

"Bishop Eger of the Mechanicus..."

As the communications were refreshed on the screen, new cursors kept lighting up in the corresponding combat map areas, and just when Lord Mardiush was quickly feeding back the information he was qualified to feed back. , Gu was also standing beside him, 'pretending' to knock on a tablet and 'giving orders' to his chess pieces.

"Lord Mardiush, my battle brothers have sent me new contacts. They have confirmed the front perimeter of the enemy's large force - your people have done a great job."

After fiddling with the air for a while, Gu, who had arranged the position of his chess pieces on the front line, turned his head and looked at Lord Mardiush, his tone full of praise.

"My pleasure."

Understanding that the countdown to the war has entered, Lord Mardiush gently pressed the earphones next to his ears.

"Everyone, make final confirmation. I want to see that after I issue the order, our artillery fire will completely engulf the target area."

17. Centaur Transporter - Machine Soul Roar

Wander, wander.

A horde of profane servitors roams.

As the blasphemous servitors that fell from the transport ship to the world of Soseki 'prematurely', they suffered varying degrees of damage due to the excessive 'descent height', so that they had forgotten their goals, but, their' The fire of curse boiling in his heart still reminded them again and again.

Harvest lives and desecrate souls.

Ever since, when the Centaur transport vehicle where Wilton's reconnaissance team was located appeared within their range of perception, these monsters who 'finally' smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood collectively let out a terrifying roar and couldn't wait to remove themselves. Everything in the body was pushed to the limit, and he raised the weapons in his hands, either charging or strafing, vowing to 'save' his life - lasers and live ammunition bombarded the front armor of the Centaur transport vehicle, splashing out continuous sparks. Like a 'broken' necklace.

And the gift these monsters received in return was——

A storm of bullets from a heavy logging gun.

——————————Separation line of the reconnaissance team——————————————————

"Everyone! Keep moving in a straight line! The Emperor is watching us!"

Wilton, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands to control the direction, roared loudly in the communication channel, encouraging all the drivers of the reconnaissance team to stay motivated. At the same time, he used the corner of his eye to glance at the remaining distance countdown displayed on the electronic screen from time to time. At this moment, he no longer cared about the up and down bumps of his body, nor did he find a way to 'press' himself into the seat like he did just now - because after he stretched the engine power of this Centaur transport vehicle to the limit, , its furious machine spirit made Wilton feel as if he was not driving the car now, but the car was frantically dragging his team forward in the opposite direction!

"Poor servitors, may the Emperor grant you true liberation!!"

Behind Wilton, the shooter who controlled the heavy logging gun of the Centaur transport vehicle had completely squeezed the trigger with his finger, causing a tongue of flame to continuously draw an arc within a 180-degree range in front of the vehicle. ——When he first came into contact with these blasphemous servitors, their number allowed the shooter to aim a little before shooting. But now, the shooter no longer dares to take his finger off the trigger, because he knows that once his firepower is weak, If it goes that far, the car may be stopped!

"Wildon! Our rear armor plate has been breached!"

Next to the shooter, Wilton's deputy, who was squatting half-crouched in some additional defensive armor plates, threw a fragmentation grenade, killing a bunch of servitors who were chasing their vehicles and shooting at them. Ba Su, while loudly reporting to Wilton a somewhat unsatisfactory situation about the Centaur transport vehicle - it is true that this Centaur has been modified by the Mechanicus chess pieces, and some additional armor plates have been added to the vacant areas. , but what is added is what is added. After persisting for a relatively long time with the rapid firepower of more and more blasphemous servitors, their lifespan is also approaching the end.

"We need to hold on for at least another twenty minutes! Hold on!"

Hearing his deputy's report, Wilton couldn't help but feel a little nervous - he knew very well that the additional armor plate at the rear was broken, which meant that the additional armor plates elsewhere on the Centaur transport vehicle were also likely to be damaged. Not much better, if the armor plate in the engine area is destroyed, the engine of this car will be directly exposed to the chaotic firepower of the blasphemous servitors. If the engine is decisively damaged...

Then they will be trapped in this area - which means that they will eventually have to fire the flare before the last person dies, and this also represents the approximate mission of their team.

The rate will end in a flawed way - because Wilton knows that he has absolutely no guarantee that he and his teammates will be able to at least have personal lives and persist to the end amidst so many blasphemies. The moment the blasphemous servitor army entered the scheduled bombardment area!

"boom------!!"

Just as Wilton was yelling and continuing to boost morale, an abnormal sound of engine operation suddenly came to his ears. Before Wells could order his deputy to find a way to confirm whether the engine was real, It was damaged just like the worst case scenario he had guessed. He was stunned to see that on the instrument panel in front of him, the number representing the engine speed of the Centaur transport vehicle was displayed without any instructions from him. It broke through the limit little by little, and finally stabilized in the red area that represents 'danger'!

"this?"

Wilton, who was vaguely aware of what had happened, was about to say something when he was pressed into his seat by the force of the suddenly accelerating Centaur transport vehicle - along with this acceleration, there was also a group of people blocking the road ahead. , as a result, the Centaur transport vehicle used extremely high kinetic energy to hit it, resulting in a scene where the broken limbs and broken arms of the servitor were scattered in pieces and flew up.

"The machine spirit—our centaur's machine spirit is angry!"

"Oh my god! Centaur...Shasha...can run at such a speed?"

"The fourth team has rushed out... Shasha... has rushed out of the dangerous area... Shasha... is slowing down..."

The next moment, exclamations from the captains of the other three teams came from Wilton's earphones. At this moment, Wilton was finally completely sure that the Centaur transport vehicle he was sitting on - no! It is the machine spirits of the Centaur transport vehicles of all their reconnaissance teams, assisting them to ensure that they can complete the mission as perfectly as possible!

"——Take out the signal gun immediately! Get ready! Send the signal in fifteen minutes!"

Looking in the rearview mirror, the Centaur transport vehicle was left far behind in just two minutes. The cluster of blasphemous servitors that had blocked it before took another look at the scattered servitors in front of it. The number of blasphemous servitors, knowing that the most difficult part of this mission has been overcome by himself, Wilton took a deep breath, and first put aside the question of why all the centaurs obtained by the reconnaissance team had such powerful machine spirits. After standing aside, he quickly confirmed the relative distance between his current position and the army of profane servitors, tilted his head slightly, and gave a new order to his deputy.

"yes!"

18. Rain of artillery fire

Howling Wilderness.

This was the place where the brave pioneers set foot when Soseki was first discovered by the Imperial expedition. At that time, this area was still a undulating hilly area, and these hills were unstable due to temperature and terrain. The persistent wind blew - this left a deep impression on the members of the expedition team at that time, so they named it Howling Hills.

However, time has passed, and as the world of Soseki has been confirmed to be a world rich in valuable minerals, and as the Cult Mechanicus has officially established a forge world near the world of Soseki to utilize the resources of this world, Howl The hills and hills gradually disappeared without a trace under the influence of the huge machinery - although, although, because it was meaningless to give this area a new name, this area was simply renamed Howling. wilderness. However, there is no doubt that without the special terrain created by the hills, the 'howling' in the name of the Howling Wilderness is just an 'extension' to commemorate the past...

However, after the howling sound disappeared for unknown centuries, the land that was originally named after the howling sound once again sounded the sound of howling. However, it was not the sound of the wind that brought the howling sound. But the Emperor's warhammer——

The swing of the war hammer known as the Astra Militarum.

————————————Strange dividing line————————————————————

"Load flares—"

"put----!!"

When the four reconnaissance teams fired flares into the sky one after another, the Astartes chessmen placed in the early stage as a backup just in case confirmed that the large army of profane servitors had indeed entered the preset tactical position. The artillery covered the area and transmitted this information back to the command center. Knowing that the time had come, the Lord of Fort Mardiush immediately issued the order to fire - with the first round of artillery fire, illumination bombs in units of hundreds were fired one after another. There was an explosion above the predetermined area, and a 'little sun' slowly rose above the howling wilderness!

"????"

As the entire wilderness designated as the bombardment area was illuminated like daylight, a small part of the blasphemous servitor with a pitiful bit of mind left, driven by certain 'feelings', stopped moving towards the distance. He raised his head in confusion as he charged forward, and looked at the slowly falling flares. However, before they could find a way to deal with this situation from their monotonous procedures, a torrential rain of artillery shells and rockets , already carrying the sound of breaking through the sky that symbolizes death, roaring down!

"Boom boom boom————!!"

"call out------!!"

"Long————!!"

The next second, the horrific shock wave generated by the explosion, the shells and rockets splashed out,

The fragments, and the special loading inside some special shells, completely swallowed up the wilderness selected as the bombardment area...

————————————Command Center——————————————————————

"According to our regiment's estimates at the frontline observation post, according to our original plan, it is possible that we will not be able to achieve the result of completely tearing the main force of the incoming profane servitors into pieces. This will to a certain extent improve the effectiveness of our mopping up operations after the shelling. It is difficult and wastes more time, so I propose to extend the bombardment time by another fifteen minutes on the original plan. "

In the command center, Gu, who was still 'pretending' to command his U regiment chess pieces, was giving orders to have his chess pieces try their best to destroy the blasphemous servitors that were not torn apart by artillery fire and were heading to the first line of defense, while slightly He turned his head and gave the Lord Mardiush a tactical suggestion - although this suggestion was somewhat inconsistent with the style of 40K in some senses.

"Yes, Lord Astartes."

However, although this suggestion was very un-40K-style, since this suggestion was made by a respected sergeant major of the monks Astartes 'based on the battlefield situation', Lord Mardiush did not refute it and nodded. After conveying this order, Gu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the battle plan had been revised, and then clicked on Hammer Lao's chat channel.

"Everyone, I don't have a big problem here. When the artillery fire coverage is over, my U regiment and the Lich's death cavalry are plowing the ground - how is the situation in your other places?"

"There is no problem on my side. My Phosphorus Fire Dabai is chasing those things and burning them very happily - I estimate that their large army will be burned by me by tomorrow night at the latest."

Egg, who had already carried the Ax of the God of Machines and launched himself into the battle line under the cover of a group of 'Dabai', was the first to reply. From his tone, Gu could easily tell that this machine-oil guy was in high spirits.

"Liang Feifan's Astartes and I are already moving towards Mine No. 1. Theoretically, it won't take an hour to completely clear it out, right?"

Although she was directing the continuous bombardment of her 51st Regiment, she was also distractedly directing her Iron Hand Regiment, so said the political commissar sister.

"What about God's Chosen... Oh, he said not to contact me yet - well, God's Chosen, didn't you send a request to the command center not to contact me yet?"

"...Our method of contact does not involve radio silence - hey, let me tell you news, there may be fish in the blasphemous servitor over here."

"ha?"

"What? What's the matter?"

In an instant, all the hammer guys were attracted by the words of the God's Chosen. Even Silence and Abathur, who were directing patrols around the Soseki world in space from their command podiums, joined the chat channel out of curiosity.

"The blasphemous servitors left near this mine behaved less monotonously. Moreover, I also intercepted some simple radio commands from inside the mine - these signals were definitely not sent by anything left in the mine. It can only be something 'new'."

"Aha?"

"How can something survive such a fall? Are those who survive lucky? Or unlucky?"

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