Chapter 177: A Corner of the Tower
The red laser of the laser cannon swept across the battlefield, the shells of the battle cannon burst out of the barrel with high temperature, and the roar of the main gun brought death. A Sentinel mech was accidentally hit, and its cabin and the pilot inside were evaporated together.
The timely firing of the Lemann Rust tank greatly relieved the pressure faced by Fu Qinghai.
The standard model of the Sentinel mecha has heavy bombs or lumbering guns mounted on the side, while special models can be equipped with chainsaw swords or crane arms.
The lumberjack is okay. It is essentially a large-caliber automatic cannon. Its main problem is its fast rate of fire and poor armor-piercing ability. Unless it hits the goggles or something like that, it cannot penetrate the Blue Shell Power Armor.
But heavy bombs are different. Compared with .75 caliber standard bombs, 1.0 caliber heavy bombs are more powerful and have stronger penetration. In just a blink of an eye, Fu Qinghai was hit by at least three heavy bombs at the same time. His arm armor and patella were all shattered, and even the thickest shoulder armor was cracked. This was the result of his agile and timely dodging.
The defensive power of the Blue Shell Power Armor is much greater than that of the MK4 Extreme Power Armor, but it has not yet achieved fundamental innovation and breakthroughs.
Fortunately, the moment Fu Qinghai gave the order to open fire, several Leman Rust tanks released their smoke bombs. After a few "bangs", the smoke bombs dragged trails across the curve, ricocheting everywhere and falling to the ground. Thick white smoke enveloped the battlefield, obscuring Fu Qinghai's figure.
This is the standard procedure for coordinated infantry and tank operations of the Imperial Guard. Cyril may be a coward, but he is not stupid.
Thick smoke enveloped the main road and the gullies on both sides. In the white fog of war, yellow flames and red lasers lit up from time to time. The Leman Rust tanks equipped with thermal imaging sighting systems continued to fire in the smoke.
The fast-moving Space Marine stirred up the thick fog, his ghostly figure appeared and disappeared, and the red light of the eyepiece wandered in the fog. Whenever he appeared next to a Sentinel mech, accompanied by the buzzing of the chainsaw and the sharp and piercing sound of metal tearing, a Sentinel mech would inevitably fall.
In a head-on confrontation, the Sentinel mechas were no match for the Leman Rust tank. After Humphrey Bentham's death, the Second Regiment was ready to retreat. The Sentinel mechas on both sides took a step forward, turned their bodies and retreated backwards, intending to use the complex terrain to escape the pursuit of the First Regiment.
But Fu Qinghai had no intention of letting them go.
If viewed from the sky, the Sentinel mechas looked like a group of ostriches fleeing for their lives in the rolling hills, being chased by a Space Marine who was much smaller than them and holding a sword.
Fu Qinghai ran quickly with a sword in hand. When he encountered gullies and boulders, he jumped up directly. The air backpack sprayed out air and flames, helping Fu Qinghai to overcome obstacles. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, the huge impact force knocked over the Sentinel Mech in front of him, and the fallen fuselage plowed two tunnels in the mud... Fu Qinghai turned over and stood up, pulled out the bloodstained chainsaw sword from the overturned cabin, and turned to look at the next unlucky guy who was fleeing.
Space Marines have plasma guns, melta cannons, incendiary guns... They have all kinds of anti-vehicle weapons, but have you ever seen a reckless man swinging a chainsaw sword to chop down a mecha?
He is too reckless. I can't afford to offend him.
The fighting on both sides of the main road has subsided and the thick fog is gradually dissipating.
Cyril leaned out from the roof hatch, took out a telescope and looked at Fu Qinghai who was frantically chasing and hacking in the distance, and sighed:
"One man and one sword, he defeated thousands of enemies. He is worthy of being the legendary Astartes. This is the ultimate bravery in the world."
If a space warrior who was just exploring the way forward was so powerful, how terrifying would the space fleet behind him be?
Thinking of this, Cyril couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't stand on the wrong side.
Soon, except for a part of the Bentham family's diehards, who were all killed by Fu Qinghai, the remaining Sentinel mechas turned off their engines and knelt on the ground. The pilots raised their hands and walked out of the cabin to show surrender.
When the soldiers got out of the Chimera armored personnel carrier and arrived at the hill in search formation with laser guns in hand, they saw the mecha pilots kneeling in a circle with their hands raised. Surrounded in the middle was a small armored giant holding a chainsaw sword, his armor charred and tattered, and his eyepieces scarlet and cold.
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"What is the next target, sir? Is it the Arsonists or the Punishers?"
Cyril asked Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai gently wiped the blade of the Blue Fang with a piece of rag, threw away the blood-stained rag, put the chainsaw sword back to his waist, and said:
"Those are two infantry regiments without armored vehicles. They pose no threat to me. I'll leave them to you. I have more important things to do."
Cyril was sincerely impressed at this moment:
In fact, I think these two regiments with armored vehicles do not pose much threat to you.
Lieutenant Colonel Cyril nodded and accepted the task.
The "Arsonist" regiment was stationed in the main nest, and tanks and armored vehicles could not drive in, so they were not considered for the time being. The "Punishment" regiment's noble supervisors were small in number and had to be distracted to suppress the criminals, so they were not a concern at all. Tanks could be driven over to persuade them to surrender.
Just as Fu Qinghai said, Cyril moved all the mecha fuel out of the "Walkers" regiment's base and poured it into the Leman Rust tank's fuel tank, and the armored forces rumbled on the road again.
Fu Qinghai's gaze was directed towards the majestic black city in the distance that was like a mountain range, with dense spots of light scattered among it, rivers of sewage flowing like waterfalls, countless columns of poisonous smoke merging into the clouds, and the countless spiked towers with peaks that pierced the clouds with no end in sight.
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Schwerin Hive, the spire area.
Above the turbulent white sea of clouds, waves are rolling, clouds are piling up, curling, undulating, and dissipating all the time.
It is always sunny here, and the sky is always clear. In the blue sky above, the vague outline of the spaceport can be vaguely seen.
This is a huge conference room. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass is bright and spotless, allowing you to have a panoramic view of the endless white sea of clouds outside the window.
From floor to ceiling, murals composed of gold, silver and lapis lazuli are inlaid alternately. Gold tassels hang from under the thick red velvet curtains. The patterns on the floor radiate outward from the conference table. The patterns carved by Jingxin spread on the floor, outlining a magnificent picture.
Wealth and light complement each other, plunging the entire room into a state of extravagance. The operating panel and display screen of the conference table are almost overshadowed by the visual impact of these decorations.
A skinny old man sat at a seat beside the conference table. He sat alone, quietly watching the white sea of clouds outside the window.
Yes, there was only one person, because the service robot standing by was not considered a person.
The black dress draped over the robot servant, with its fine twill fabric and exquisite bronze buttons, was enough to make the poor people in the lower nest jealous. Most of its chest had been replaced by a cocktail mixer, with a row of exquisite brass faucets extending from its chest. In both hands, it held a tray filled with sparkling crystal goblets.
There are four detectors embedded in its head, front, back, left and right, which allow it to observe the expressions of people in all directions and capture the most subtle voice information, so as not to miss any of the guests' needs. At this moment, the robot servant's simple and confused brain did not quite understand the old man's fragmentary words -
He stroked the corner of the conference table with his fingers and whispered to himself:
"Gladys... Cyril... What do you want to tell me..."
"The Astartes emerging from the Underhive... the Spartans rising suddenly..."
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The robot's wetware brain was a little confused. It didn't know whether the old man was giving it some kind of order, or some kind of wine recipe that it couldn't understand. Its delicate and dexterous mechanical fingers raised and lowered, and it tried to search for the answer from its memory storage.
Gladys...Gladys Sommerfeld.
A picture image matched the memory of the robot servant.
The Sommerfeld family's unique light grey hair was combed into a high bun and fixed with a hairpin. The hair on the sides of the ears were rolled into delicate curls. She had a straight nose, plump lips, a smooth and three-dimensional jawline, but the corners of her mouth were always turned down, showing her contempt and disdain for the people and things around her.
Cyril...Cyril Sommerfeld.
A middle-aged man with a fair complexion, wearing a military uniform, without a beard, and with his gray hair neatly combed back. Even in a tank camp covered with oil stains, he still managed to stay clean and tidy.
This is the information stored in the robot's memory, allowing it to recognize distinguished family members and their respective tastes and hobbies as quickly as possible.
The two nouns in the old man's mouth both correspond to the information in the memory storage.
There was only one term that particularly confused the robot servant.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Astartes...
What does that mean?
The name of a wine?
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Schwerin Hive, the entrance of the passage from the lower nest to the upper nest.
The Spartan gang led by Koshveto is confronting the Hive City Marshals.
A dozen marshals wearing iron-gray fully enclosed bulletproof armor and armed with concussion batons, concussion carbines and combat shotguns carefully and cautiously surrounded the Spartan warriors.
This is a very rare scene.
The Hive Marshals are more like the planetary governor's private army than a police force. They never care about civilized law enforcement or gentle persuasion. Once the marshals catch the slightest sign of a crime, they will quickly and fiercely use extreme violence to suppress it.
For the Hive Marshals, no matter Black or White, Nobody Lives Matter. They often brazenly raid an entire settlement for an unfounded reason.
The reason why these people are so cautious now is because of what Koshvito did just now, knocking three bailiffs away with his bare hands.
They saw the weapons on Koshveto's magnetic hooks.
Yet he didn't even take out his weapon.
This makes the bailiffs even more troublesome.
"Upper Nest is not a place for people like you, man."
A bailiff said in a deep voice, the rough voice coming out from the helmet, a little rough and turbid.
"We don't care if you fight and kill in the lower nest, but if you insist on going to the upper nest, even if you pass us, the Schwerin Corps' arsonists will be waiting for you up there."
The bailiff threatened fiercely.
Koshvito said,
"We have an agreement with the Sommerfeld family that we can go to the Upper Nest."
The Hive Marshal said,
"I have never received such an order... Wait a minute."
The bailiff suddenly pressed the communication device beside his ear and whispered something. Then he raised his head and glanced at Koshveto. After confirming again and again, he finally reluctantly stepped aside and said,
"You can pass."
The gang members behind Koshveto all showed expressions of disbelief, but Koshveto's face hidden under the golden mask just smiled slightly.
This was all part of his and Fu Qinghai's plan.
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Accompanied by blowing air waves and flying dust, a newly painted Valkyrie transport plane slowly stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.
With a nose like a Hind and a tail like an A10, the Valkyrie transport aircraft has an angular overall appearance with straight and rigid lines, just like a Stormbird landing craft, but it is also a special flying vehicle for the Imperial Guard.
There is a double-headed eagle emblem on the fuselage, and next to it is the family emblem of the Sommerfeld family. The Valkyrie transport aircraft has the iconic downward-curved wings, but there are no rocket pods or air-to-ground missiles mounted under the wings. It is empty.
The transport plane was about to stop, and the turbofan on its back had not yet completely stopped. An officer walked out of the cabin, saluted Fu Qinghai, and then said:
"Respected Lord Astarte, the current patriarch of the Sommerfeld family, Valentine Sommerfeld, invites you to the top of the tower for a chat."
Fu Qinghai thought about it.
The planetary garrison Schwerin Corps is now in name only: the strongest First Regiment has pledged allegiance to him, the unsteady Second Regiment has ceased to be organized, the weakest Third Regiment has all surrendered, and the Fourth Regiment is stationed in the main nest city with an unknown attitude.
The largest military force in the Schwerin hive has basically been dealt with by himself.
It's time to confront the nobles at the top of the tower.
But he didn't expect that the Sommerfeld family would come to greet him so soon.
What about the frigate?
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Thanks to Nanfang Beisu, book friend 2021**3493, and Agoni Ziyue for their rewards.
Brothers, my code is yellow today... They said that it will take two nucleic acid tests every three days for it to turn green, so I will just make a transition here.
(End of this chapter)