Warhammer Inquisitor

The golden tungsten-iron alloy armor-piercing warhead lay quietly in the dark. Its body was placed flat in the two stable grooves of the ammunition box, and the soft anti-collision sponge was attached to the surrounding box, just like a comfortable and cozy bedroom.

But its comfortable sleeping life is coming to an end soon. The flip cover of the ammunition box is suddenly lifted, and the dazzling light shines into the box. Along with the light, there is also a hand and a dirty hand in the ammunition box. Xixi, but an extremely stable big hand.

That arm stretched into the box in an instant, and those hands pulled out the thick armor-piercing projectile from the box. The owner of those hands turned around holding the shell and kicked his legs to stand up from the ground. His face and those big hands looked completely different. Belonging to the same person, that big hand seemed to belong to a seasoned, battle-hardened warrior, but the face of its owner was undoubtedly extremely young.

The young soldier wore a steel helmet on his head, and he quickly rushed to the anti-tank gun erected in front with the shell in his arms. There were many other young soldiers like him, all wearing steel helmets and wearing gray clothes. In uniform, with a gun on his back, he was busy around the anti-tank guns.

"Hurry up! Toulouse! Hurry up!" The shooter squatting behind the CNC sight on the side of the anti-tank gun turned his head and yelled, and he shouted at the young loader who rushed behind him with the shell, that is the loader from Toulouse Rushing through the group of comrades, he came to the back of the anti-tank gun with a sliding shovel, and pushed the armor-piercing bullet into the barrel with both hands.

As Toulouse loaded the shells into the barrel, the deputy shooter who had already been on standby quickly closed the breech block. He grabbed both sides of the knob and fastened the breech block, then turned around and patted the shooter on the shoulder, "Loading is complete!"

"Loading is complete!" The shooter raised his arms and shouted at the soldiers behind him. Everyone quickly dispersed. They crouched behind the anti-tank gun and lowered their bodies. The shooter turned his head and held the firing trigger. Sit back and sit behind that green CNC sight.

The shooter holds the firing trigger, and through the optical sight on it, he locks on a tank model passing in front of him. The full-scale Leman Russ tank model that is automatically driving is slowly moving. It looks very simple. There is no external armor on its body like the real Leman Russ main battle tank, the attached weapon rack or the soldiers squatting on it, and even the gun barrel is made by inserting a steel pipe.

But the bare tank model was pressing its tracks under its body. The heavy and wide armored tracks crushed the ground and rumbled forward. Billows of black smoke sprayed out from the exhaust port at the end. The advancing full-scale model, It looks like a real tank.

"Aiming finished, fire!" The shooter roared and pulled the trigger, and as the firing trigger was slammed by his fingers, there was a rapid explosion in the barrel of the anti-tank gun, and the recoilless braking structure was pushed outward from the rear of the gun. Ejection, accompanied by the ejection of the brake structure, the rotating armor-piercing projectile roared out from the muzzle.

Dazzling flames instantly filled the shooter's field of vision, and the hot air flow hit the front gun mantlet. After being blocked, the scorching heat flow quickly spread to both sides, but the surrounding ground still rose under the impact of the recoil. There was a cloud of dust.

The armor-piercing projectile hit the side armor of the advancing tank at once, and the black-iron alloy armor-piercing projectile quickly penetrated its side armor, and the armor fragments that exploded like petals poured upwards, and the armor-piercing projectile left a thick bullet hole on its side.

But the shell failed to stop the tank from advancing, and the tank was still rumbling forward. The shooter looked at the advancing model and cursed. He turned to look at the young comrades behind him and roared, "Reload again! Quick!"

His young but calm, well-trained comrades quickly sent another round of armor-piercing bullets into the barrel. As the breech closed again, the shooter once again clenched the firing trigger and slowly moved with the tank.

With his fingers, he gently shakes the launch remote sensor to one side, and the rotation axis of the disk under the anti-tank gun rotates with his body. locked onto the advancing tank.

The shooter took a deep breath and stared at the front sight, and then slammed the trigger. With the heavy cannon roaring and vibrating backward again, the shell rushed out of the muzzle with a whistling sound, and hit the moving tank again. Once the shell pierced through the front armor of the tank, and the howling shell pierced the side of the driver's position in one shot.

The tank rumbled to a stop after advancing a few paces, stopping on the shooting range billowing with smoke, joining several other tank models already smoking on the field.

The young members of the anti-tank gun crew cheered and jumped up. The young people stood up and cheered, with joy and excitement on their smiling faces. The shooter also stood up and turned to look at his cheering team members.

But while the young people were cheering, the loader Toulouse inadvertently looked at the shooting range. He stared wide-eyed at a new tank vehicle, and the rumbling tank spewed black smoke from the edge of the field, " Silva! Another one!"

The team's captain, the shooter Silva, turned his head and looked at the tank rushing into the battlefield. Its heavy tracks rushed up from the hill and then jumped down. The huge tank drove into the tank with a roar and smoke In the field of battle, open fire from between the remaining destroyed tanks.

"Reload! Reload now!" Silva yelled at the comrades behind him and immediately rushed back to the anti-tank gun. He quickly held the front sight of the anti-tank gun again, and locked the advancing vehicle through the optical sight. tank.

Toulouse strode to the ammunition box at the back. He buried his head and looked at the shell box under him. Toulouse turned his head and shouted in Silva's direction, "Silva! There is only one shell left!"

Silva sat on the ground and turned his head to look at Toulouse. After a moment of silence, he punched the cannon next to him, "A cannonball is also a cannonball! Load it!"

"Are you sure? Silva, we need at least two shells to penetrate a tank, paralyze or slow down first, and then hit the vital point with one shell."

"Shut up, Toulouse! I'll let you reload!" the shooter Silva yelled and clenched the trigger. Behind him, Toulouse glanced at the comrades around him, and immediately picked up the last armor-piercing projectile and rushed to the anti-tank gun. Behind him, he pushed the shell into the barrel, and the heavy bullet was pushed into the barrel.

The deputy shooter once again skillfully closed the breech breech, and Toulouse immediately ran from behind the gun to one side after confirming that the shell was loaded into the chamber. Afterwards, all the soldiers rushed to the place where the brake could not hit when the brake rebounded, and Toulouse made a sudden stop. Rushing to Silva, he pressed his shoulders and looked at the tank.

"It's loaded, are you sure you have a way to stop it?"

"For the Emperor's sake, Toulouse, have you ever seen a time when there was no way out?" Silva smiled and clenched the trigger, his finger lifted slightly, and the optical sight on the sight was locked The chassis of the tank, aimed at the rotating tracks.

Silva pulled the trigger, and the roaring shells shot out. In the flames gushing out from the end of the shell, the rotating armor-piercing shells passed through the entire shooting range and hit the advancing tracks of the tank. On the side, the rotating track broke instantly under the impact of the shell, and the connection point of the rotating track exploded into two halves. The track of the tank continued to move forward with the moving wheels, and soon fell off from the end.

As the tracks hit the ground heavily, the tank also stopped. The tank collapsed on the ground like a beast whose front legs had been cut off. I can't even move outside.

"Win! Long live the Emperor!" Silva cheered and raised his arms while sitting behind the shooting position. All the comrades behind him also stood up and cheered with arms and guns. They looked at the paralyzed tank. War roared loudly.

"Long live the Emperor! For the Emperor!" The warriors cheered with their arms around each other's shoulders, but while they were in a good mood, celebrating victory, one was not so happy.

At the rear of the anti-tank gun firing position, the man holding the binoculars on the high platform put down the thing. He had eyes decorated with a terrifying scar, which was fully revealed as the thick mirror of the binoculars was lowered. He frowned. He looked at the tank that had stopped advancing, and then looked at the cheering young students below.

"Let them gather and stand in line for me right away!" The strong man in black military uniform with a golden skull and imperial sky eagle on his shoulders turned his head and said, the young officer in black military uniform behind him was startled and immediately turned to him. After standing at attention and saluting, he turned and ran down the high platform.

The man with a striking scar on his face turned around, he hung the binoculars around his neck, and most of him passed between several command class students and academy officers under the eaves of the high platform.

The man with the scar on his face stepped out of the high platform and quickly walked down the side steps. The officers behind him quickly followed up. They followed the man and strode towards the active students.

Before the man arrived, the young officer who rushed out before ran up to the students, and he shouted at them, "Stand at attention! Dean Nasimov is here."

The students were startled, and the atmosphere of cheering immediately dissipated. Everyone quickly lined up beside the anti-tank gun with their guns on their backs. Silva put the laser gun on his back, and quickly walked back to the front of his team members. In the process, he turned his head to look at the team members around him and quickly gave orders.

"All look to the right, stand at attention, and salute!" He immediately raised his arms to salute the approaching Dean of Nasimov Academy, and all the students around him saluted the approaching Dean of Nasimov Academy.

"Report to the dean of the Nasimov Academy. All members of the 6th Grade Infantry Anti-Tank Squad have completed their training. Please instruct me, Squad Leader Silva Vasnikov." Silva looked at the Nasimov Academy who came forward. The dean saluted and said that the latter gradually slowed down, and he walked up to a group of people and saluted Silva.

"Take a break in the class. Now monitor Silva, I want to ask you a question." The dean of Nasimov College said and walked slowly to Silva. The strong and tall dean of Nasimov College stood in front of the young man In front of Silva, it was like a giant bear standing with a little fox.

"Why are you attacking the tracks?" Nasimov Academy asked, looking at the paralyzed tank in front of him. Silva glanced at the tank and raised his head proudly, "Report, our training mission is to stop all tanks from advancing." , so I chose to interrupt the track and complete the interception."

"But have you ever thought that the turret of that tank can still be turned around after you interrupted its tracks?!" The dean of Nasimov College turned his head and looked at Silva beside him and roared, like a cannon Silva's ears were buzzing with the roar of a cannon. He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he quickly controlled himself and stood still and looked at the dean of Nasimov Academy.

"Dean Nasimov, our mission is to stop the tanks from advancing, did we do that?"

"You stopped the tank from moving forward, but the damn tank will also turn the turret around, kill you and your crew in one shot, and then reattach the tracks methodically after eliminating the threat! Five minutes in a row No need, the tank can run again."

The dean stood in front of Silva, towering in front of him like a mountain. Dean Nasimov pointed to the tank over there, "What did you teach in class? Tell me, squad leader, when a single gun group attacks a tank What are the rules."

"Attack the parts that cannot be replaced urgently on the battlefield, such as the engine, cockpit and turret motor, etc., completely paralyzing the tank or making the opponent incapacitated." Silva said, looking at the comrades around him with some fear, and then He looked at the dean of Nasimov Academy in front of him.

"But Dean Nasimov, we only have one shell, and our mission is to stop them from advancing." "Excellent, then do you want me to tell the enemy when you are on the battlefield that being shot No counterattacks or repairs are allowed behind the tracks, so just leave them paralyzed here?!"

The words of the dean of Nasimov Academy made Silva not know what to say for a while. He looked at Dean Nasimov in front of him, hesitant to speak, but stood in front of him and instinctively stood at attention.

Dean Nasimov looked at the young students in front of him. He pointed to the anti-tank gun on one side, "There is no time for you to play tricks on the battlefield. The arrogant and arrogant little trick you just used is not only useless, but also will kill all of your men."

The tall dean of the Nasimov Academy walked in front of the young students. He looked at the students standing in a row beside him, and the eyes under the scar looked at the young people beside him, "After you graduate from the loyal heirs , will become officers, and once you make a mistake, you will kill dozens, hundreds, or even more, and for the sake of the emperor, the battle line will collapse because of your mistake."

The students all stood in a row, staring intently at the dean of Nasimov Academy who was passing by in front of him. The tall and middle-aged dean of Nasimov Academy walked to the end of the line, and the accompanying officers in front of him also stood up. Stand aside and watch him.

"Tara is about to go to war. In order to defend the throne, everyone in the entire academy will go to the battlefield, but you, as tenth-year students, have made such a mistake. Why do you think you are going to fight for the emperor? ?The only thing you can do is to go up, and then in the blink of an eye, you will be killed by the traitors, dedicated to their dog sun evil god master, and shame the emperor."

The dean of Nasimov Academy sighed and turned to look at the students behind him. Silva and his team members stood in a row, staring at the dean of Nasimov Academy intently.

"Your parents are martyrs, heroes of the empire, but I hope you can live, because each of you is the future of the imperial army, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!" The students responded neatly. The dean of Nasimov Academy looked at them and nodded slightly. He looked at Silva at the front of the team, "Re-training, this time the tank will paralyze the target with a single shell , do you know how to do it?"

"Fire the engine and the cockpit!" "Very well, keep the ammunition, don't shoot shells indiscriminately like those wastes of the Defense Forces, don't be clever this time." "Understood!"

The dean of Nasimov College looked at the class leader of the students in front of him with satisfaction, and he raised his hand to salute him, "Go on." "Yes."

After saluting Dean Nasimov, Silva immediately turned to face his students, "Toulouse will take someone to get the shells, and the rest will recalibrate the artillery." "Yes!"

Dean Nasimov looked at the students who immediately dispersed, and sighed softly. Dean Nasimov looked up at the sky surrounded by the high wall above his head. In the dark sky, he could see the students above his head. Orbit, looking at the warships sailing, he knew that soon Chaos would descend from the sky, and they, these children, would have to go to war.

They are all just children, teenagers, children in their early twenties, they are not ready to face war at all, these men and women were taught by him and his instructors, they are the future of the empire , but many people will die here, in the coming war.

They have no choice, neither the empire nor humans have a choice. Facing the dark galaxy, the future of the entire human civilization is like these children. The candles flickering in the wind may be extinguished at any time.

Just as Dean Nasimov looked at the sky and sighed, an officer beside him leaned up from one side. He walked up to Dean Nasimov and whispered, "Sir, someone is here. He invites you to come over. See you."

"Who?" Dean Nasimov turned his head to look at the officer in surprise, he shook his head, and just pointed to the high wall gate on the edge of the training ground, "I don't know, but where is he waiting for you, I guess he is a big man, yes Deputy Director Nasimov contacted me personally."

The dean of Nasimov Academy was silent for a moment, then he nodded and looked at the surrounding officers, "You stay and supervise their training, I will go alone." "Yes, sir."

The officers collectively saluted the head of the Nasimov Academy. After saluting them, the head of the Nasimov walked towards the direction of the high wall. The boots of the head of Nasimov walked on the steel ground, behind him The cannons sounded again, and the training resumed, but Dean Nasimov did not look at them, but walked straight ahead to the high wall.

He walked to the grand gate, which was a steel gate leading to other areas inside the college. Dean Nasimov looked at the huge sky eagle logo inlaid on the gate above his head, and the symbol of the empire shone brightly on it. flashing, Dean Nasimov looked at the sign and lowered his head, looking at a black car parked outside the gate.

The black car is very low-key, but it is also very eye-catching. The reason is very simple. There is a person leaning on the door of the car, a man who is also in black, leaning on the door.

"Where are the trainees? I hope I didn't disturb you." The man leaning on the car looked up at the Skyhawk logo above his head. He turned his back to Dean Nasimov, but quickly lowered his head and turned his face away. Toward Dean Nasimov, which allowed Dean Nasimov to see his face clearly.

When Dean Nasimov saw it clearly, he stood at attention and saluted him without any hesitation, "Lord Angvar, I didn't expect the supreme lord of the court to appear here."

"What? Are you afraid that I will scare your students?" Angvar said with a joking smile, while Dean Nasimov shook his head lightly. illuminate their direction.

"No, they are not cowards, and some of them will become judges in the future. Are you here to select new judges?" Dean Nasimov turned to look at Angwar and asked in surprise, and then The latter stood up with a smile, and he patted the roof of the black car beside him.

"I'm not the one looking for you, I'm just a driver, responsible for taking you there."

"Driver? Who can have such a large queue and let the high lord of the court act as his driver?" the dean of Nasimov Academy asked puzzledly. After a moment of silence, he looked at Angvar with a surprised expression. Expression, "The Chief Speaker of the High Lords Council?"

"No, it's bigger than him, and besides, how could I help those idiots drive?" Angwa said as he opened the car door, then got into the car, sat on the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel, "Okay, get in the car, he's waiting for you."

The dean of the Nasimov Academy not far away obviously still didn't understand, but he still walked to the side of the car and looked at Angvar sitting in it, "Who?" "A god, get in the car now, we Don't keep him waiting for too long."