Chapter 172: Schwerin Nest does not need so many families

Fu Qinghai and Koshvitto walked side by side in the base.

The two of them have connected to the short-range radio frequency communication channels in their respective helmets and are now quietly conversing.

"Do you have an exact time when the hunt for the nobles will begin?"

"My people have been deployed at several key entrances to the bottom nest to keep watch. I estimate that news will be reported back soon."

Fu Qinghai nodded.

The efficiency of human surveillance is a bit low. The usual method used by Space Marines and Tech Priests should be servo-skull reconnaissance. The anti-gravity servo-skull is concealed and flexible, and can load more diverse detection technologies.

But this is a Downnesider gang, we can't hold them to the same standards as Space Marines.

Fu Qinghai looked around the base, at the facilities and equipment that looked like various training equipment, and asked:

"Are you planning to train them?"

Koshvito looked at the busy minions in the base and said helplessly:

"Yes, I trained them according to the requirements of ODST, but these people's basics are not good. The fighting spirit of the Lower Nesters is not bad, and their brains are quick...but their obedience and discipline are too poor."

"ODST? ODST?"

Fu Qinghai turned his head and said.

"Yes, ODST, you may not know that I once served as an instructor for ODST recruits and Spartan-III candidates in the Halo universe."

ODST, the full name of which is Orbital Drop Troopers, commonly known as "Hell's Paratroopers", was the strongest mortal elite force under the UNSC before the success of the "Spartan" plan.

The ODSTs and Spartans don't get along very well. Koshveto downplays it, but since he can become an ODST instructor, he must be quite capable.

Koshvito gestured with his hands and explained,

"Based on my observations, the weapons available in the Warhammer 40K universe hive world are not low at the very least. The worst are all automatic weapons, and laser weapons can also be seen everywhere. However, the combat skills and tactical level of the Downhive gangs are basically at the level of gunfights and weapon fights among street gangs on Earth. They fight entirely based on courage and cunning."

"I think if I can organize them and train them using the training model of modern professional armies in the Halo universe, combining powerful weapons and equipment with advanced combat skills, team awareness and tactical concepts, maybe there will be something to it."

"But," Koshveto put his hands on his hips and sighed, "it's still a little difficult to actually do it."

No wonder Koshveto wanted to set up a gang in the Lower Nest, it turns out he had such a plan.

Fu Qinghai nodded approvingly and encouraged,

"The quality of the people in the Hives is not bad. Many Space Marine Legions recruit soldiers from Hive worlds, such as the Imperial Fists. As long as these people in the Downhives don't have any strange drug addictions, excessive mutations, or messy, low-quality prosthetic modifications, they can all be a good source of soldiers."

The Night Lords are the less disciplined among the Space Marine Legions, and their home planet is the infamous Warhammer Gotham - the hive world of Nostraem, but this is not because of the home planet, but more of a management problem of Konrad Curze himself.

The Imperial Fists recruited soldiers from two hive worlds: Terra and Necromunda. Can you say that the Imperial Fists' soldiers had poor discipline? They were one of the most disciplined legions.

Many Space Marine Legions believe in the conscription philosophy that poor and rugged places produce unruly people. After the Primarchs returned to the Emperor, the tax levels of the home worlds of each Legion were all specially tax-free. However, most Space Marine Legions have little interest in building and improving their home worlds, because they want to deliberately maintain the original state of the conscription world.

Fenris, the home planet of the Space Wolves, and Invit, the home planet of the Imperial Fists, are both cruel worlds of ice and snow. Caliban, Baal, Nocturne, and Medusa IV are even death worlds. In comparison, the mining worlds, wild worlds, and feudal worlds that are used as conscription worlds and legion home planets are all relatively mild.

However, Fu Qinghai does not completely believe in the idea that "poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people". These cruel environments are more about shaping the character of the Primarchs and their legions, rather than having to live in a cruel environment to screen out high-quality soldiers. To give the simplest example: Macragge, the home planet of the Ultramarines, and the five hundred worlds of Ultramar under its rule, are mostly civilized worlds and garden worlds, and the quality of the Ultramarines' soldiers is not bad at all.

After sharing some of the Space Marines' recruitment experience and training methods with the Spartan warriors, Fu Qinghai patted Koshveto on the shoulder and said comfortingly:

"Be patient and take your time. You can do this, Instructor Koshveto."

Space Marine training methods: mainly refers to how he was tortured by Ogedei.

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At the bottom of the nest, towering pillars supported the dark sky. In the dark and quiet ruins of the swamp, the only sound left was the dull roar of the pumping equipment coming from the distance, faintly like the noise of a back figure.

"Tick-tock."

Willy Thorndike was startled by the sudden sound of dripping water and turned around to look behind him.

There was nothing there.

Willy Thorndike wiped the sweat from his palms on the armor on his thighs and tightened his grip on the power sword in his hand.

This is a power sword of mortal size, with a semicircular hand-wrapped hilt. At the end of the blade, there is also an emblem of the Thorndike family engraved - a bow with a skull.

Not long ago, in an encounter and exchange of fire with the Bentham family's hunting team, Willy Thorndike became separated from the young members of his family and entered this area alone.

This was an area he had never been to before.

The piles of ruins look like shadowy hills, and under the calm and dirty water, if you look closely, you can always see unknown creatures swimming in it.

Willie Thorndike dragged one of his legs and staggered among the ruins, limping a little.

His calf had just been pinched by a waste ash clam. This mutant creature that lives in filth and rubble had directly crushed Willy's plastic steel greaves. The broken pieces of armor embedded themselves in his muscles, causing him unbearable pain.

Fortunately, this Jakara hunting lord suit, which was modeled after the Necromunda hive, had its own simple life support system. The analgesic was quickly injected into the body, and the inner fabric under the shin armor was quickly tightened, locking the wound and preventing blood from flowing out - the smell of blood was a very dangerous signal in the bottom nest.

Willy Thorndike climbed over a hill of ruins and finally saw the source of the dim light.

A rusty chandelier standing alone by the water.

Under the mechanical headband on his forehead, there are lenses of different models and types. It is these delicate and complex little things that ensure that Willy can still see in the dark bottom nest. At this moment, he quickly switched the lenses, superimposing a thick lens on the night vision lens, and the field of vision was quickly focused, and the distant scenery became clear from blurry.

In a shabby shack made of garbage, a thin figure in a tattered robe sat quietly on the shore.

Great! It was not another hunter, but a bottom nester, a prey!

Willy Thorndike was secretly excited.

He carefully moved his feet, slowly approaching the prey, while praying in his heart:

I hope that the degree of mutation of this Bottom Nest man is high enough, preferably the kind with a deformed skull and horns. Only then can I accumulate points with the Chief of the Hunting Lords by holding his head.

The Jakara suit was the lightest and most agile type of hunting lord suit, but when Willy Thorndike used it, his footsteps inevitably made some slight noises when they came into contact with the ruins on the ground, but they were covered by the background noise in the distance and were almost undetectable.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As he gradually approached the shanty, the thin figure in front of the iron-clad promethium chandelier was already in sight. Willy Thorndike followed the instructions of his family fencing teacher, raising the power sword with his right hand and holding the mirror shield in front of him with his left hand.

Suddenly, the thin little figure with her back to him turned around, revealing a hateful face with seven eyes. She stared straight at Willie Thorndike behind her and said:

"Hello."

Hello? What's this opening line?

Willie Thorndike was startled.

He couldn't figure out how this ugly mutant found himself.

Just when he was stunned, a huge force instantly hit him.

"Bang! Bang!"

A faint force field light lit up around Willy's body, and the force field of the mirror shield absorbed the power of this fatal blow for him. However, this force was so great that it instantly reached the upper limit of the mirror shield's kinetic energy absorption. The subsequent "pop" sound was the sound of the mirror shield fixed on his left arm exploding.

Before the pain was transmitted to the nerve center and cerebral cortex, Willy Thorndike found that he was actually flying.

Willy was knocked to the ground.

When he found that his entire right arm holding the sword had completely disappeared along the smooth and neat fracture on his shoulder, a burst of excruciating pain was transmitted to his senses, making him unable to help but scream out in heart-wrenching pain:

"Ah ah... Ugh!"

As soon as the sound came out of his throat, it was covered by a pair of large hands covered with black gauntlets and muffled in his mouth.

A pair of scarlet goggles appeared in front of Willy's eyes.

A deep voice sounded:

"The name of the family."

"Mmm…"

The tremendous pain and the desire to survive made Willy struggle uncontrollably, but he was unable to move in the iron hands of the armored giant.

"Remember, you only have one chance to answer, so think carefully before you speak."

The deep, terrifying voice continued, and then Willy felt the cold gauntlet covering his mouth loosen a little.

He said quickly:

"Thorn...Thorndike family, I am the twenty-seventh son of Hubert Thorndike, I also have the right of inheritance, you can't kill me..."

"Crack!"

It was the crisp sound of a broken neck bone.

Fu Qinghai slowly put down the corpse in his hand, looked at the darkness in the distance and whispered:

"Too many scavengers and too little carrion, unfortunately..."

"The Schwerinhive doesn't need so many families."

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