Chapter 213: Dr. Sai's Soldiers Charge

A lone Chimera armored personnel carrier, crushing the freshly turned soil, slowly drove towards the top of the mountain from the diffuse gray-white fog.

The metal tracks crushed broken bones, iron pieces and stones, making a "crunching" sound. As the sound got closer, the square front face of the armored vehicle gradually became clear.

A naked little giant with only the upper body left was hung on it.

Cast iron hooks pierced the limbs of their captives, pinning the Emperor's Angels to the hull of the armored vehicle.

He hung loosely on the shackles, with his head lowered, covered with black hair, bathed in the pain of his life, his skin separated from his muscles, and his muscles separated from his bones, and he was cut open with holes, but his torn lips made no sound, only the slight sound of the tracks crushing the soil.

The blood still dripped in liquid form, colliding on the planks, but it was no longer flowing as quickly as rain. The physiological functions of the Space Marines, despite their genetic immortality, could only store so much blood.

"Chi——"

The armored vehicle trembled and stopped in front of everyone.

Witness this scene.

Fu Qinghai and the other two fell silent.

Number 56's eyes widened, and he quickly stepped forward, reaching out to lift the Space Marine's chin.

A mutilated face destroyed by viciousness was revealed. His face, which might have been so cold and proud, was now only left with tiny naked blood vessels and layered muscles soaked in blood. Curly and wet black hair hung on the scarlet, skinless face.

Even his eyelids had been removed, and his eyeballs, without eyelids covering them, stared blankly at the non-existent nothingness, and the light in his pupils had long since disappeared.

"Fortunately, it's not Satfaran."

Number 56 sighed and whispered:

"I thought he was captured by the Iron Warriors."

Fu Qinghai took a step forward and asked in a deep voice:

"who is he?"

Number Fifty-Six lowered his head and whispered,

"I don't know his name, I just know that he was one of the three Raven Guards who were captured with Satfaran on the Space Hulk."

This was a Chimera armored personnel carrier with all its weapons and turrets removed. Camille turned on the perspective of his helmet, carefully scanned the armored vehicle, and said:

"Khan, there is only one servitor inside."

Fu Qinghai nodded. He saw a data plate, which was taped to the armor plate, with a line of words written crookedly in blood on it:

"A small gift for Mr. Sutterfarran."

The blood had dried up. Fu Qinghai reached out, tore off the tape, took out the data tablet, and turned on the screen.

In the picture, there is a video from a selfie perspective:

In the dark underground space, three Chaos Space Marines with hideous and twisted faces were sitting around a bonfire. They were smiling wantonly at the camera, with holes in the flesh on the sides of their cheeks, revealing their steel-wrapped fangs and tongues covered with black spots.

There was a corpse lying beside the campfire, the ceramic steel armor on the chest had been broken. A Chaos Space Marine raised the iron skewer in his hand, on which was a piece of meat that Fu Qinghai felt was familiar, with connective tissue still attached around the meat. The Chaos Space Marine placed the skewer on the campfire and roasted it slightly, and said with a wicked smile:

"Satfalan, I heard that your army is facing reconstruction. Haha, do you really want this thing, huh?"

After saying that, the Chaos Space Marine took a bite of the skewer of meat into his mouth and chewed it vigorously. Light red juice overflowed from the sides of his torn cheeks. Then he rolled his tongue and swallowed the rotten meat into his stomach.

The picture went out and the screen returned to black.

That's gene seed.

Fu Qinghai knew about this behavior.

In the Eye of Terror of later generations, the gene seeds taken from the bodies of loyal Space Marines have a special name - sweet jerky.

Chaos Space Marines do not gain any enhancement from eating gene-seed, they simply do this to humiliate Loyalist Space Marines, as many Chapters are in urgent need of this stuff to recruit new soldiers.

No. 56 placed his arms on the side panels of the armored vehicle, rested his forehead on the arm armor, and closed his eyes in pain:

"I killed them."

"I could have…if I'd thought harder, if I'd tried harder, I could have gotten them all out, damn it."

Qiao Shida's breathing became rapid, his face flushed, and he clenched the steel claws in his hand in anger.

Camille had already checked the entire armored vehicle, walked up to Fu Qinghai and whispered:

"The steering wheel was fixed, a servitor was tied to the seat, and there was just enough promethium in the engine tank to burn out when it drove in front of us."

Camille pointed to the body still hanging on the front armor and said,

"Under the spine, there is an armor-piercing grenade with the pin already pulled out, and the firing pin is pressing against the bone."

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"I saw it."

It seems that the Raven Guard named "Satfaran" has caused so much trouble and loss to the Iron Warriors that the other party has to use such a method to provoke him.

Fu Qinghai was thinking, and when he saw No. 56 about to take the body off the armored vehicle, Fu Qinghai quickly stopped him:

"Wait a minute."

Fu Qinghai drew out his plasma pistol and said:

"He's dead, let him rest in peace, back off."

No. 56 took a few steps back with a confused look on his face as Fu Qinghai requested. Fu Qinghai raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

A plasma beam flashed by.

"boom--"

The broken upper body of the Raven Guard was completely blown into a pile of pieces, flying everywhere.

"Send someone to collect the remains."

Broken bones and flesh dripped from the sky. Fu Qinghai left a word and led Qiao Shida and Camille away to meet up with the Mechanicus troops outside the camp.

…

Master Quinto led the Crusaders and armed servitors and stood in a low-lying area.

The short old man held a gear axe taller than himself, like a staff, which was the standard weapon for both technical priests and technical sergeants.

Fu Qinghai had almost never seen Master Quinto take out this gear axe, and felt that it had become a ceremonial decoration.

As expected, Master Quinto said,

"Little Locke, I have handed over the command of the Skitarii to you."

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Okay, Master."

The Adeptus Mechanicus possesses advanced weapon technology, powerful single-unit firepower, and loyal Skitarii. The firepower level is sometimes even higher than that of the Imperial Guard and Space Marine Legion, but strictly speaking, the Tech-Priests are still scholars rather than officers. Except for a few exceptions, they can fight, but they are not good at it, so Master Quinto chose to hand over the command of the troops to his student, an Astartes who has received professional war command training.

With Master Quinto's operation, the information data link between the Crusaders and the armed servitors was integrated into Fu Qinghai's helmet, and a series of character instructions flashed across Fu Qinghai's retina like a waterfall.

Unlike Master Quinto, who, as their master, can directly control remotely through encrypted data, Fu Qinghai does not have any mechanical plug-ins in his brain, so Master Quinto has to upload Fu Qinghai's characteristic information to match it to the data network.

"OK, tree-like neural network I or III."

"Neural Networks: Wireless Pathfinding Linked."

"Upload...superstructure."

The scrolling doctrinal instructions, each one carries the exclusive authorization of Sage Quinto Anastasio. The Crusaders regard these orders that invade the brain as the pure will of the God of All Machines.

As one of his most perfect works, Master Quinto knows all of Fu Qinghai's physical data, including his voice, fingerprints, irises, and even Xiao Mingming's size.

"Link completed, command channel established."

Just as they finished, two Space Marines came over from behind the ridge. They were No. 56 and a Raven Guard wearing MK6 Raven power armor.

The matte black paint was dotted with gray and white tones, the black hair was combed back close to the scalp, his face was pale and indifferent, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and there were two service nails, one gold and one silver, inlaid on the side of his forehead, exactly the same as Qiao Shida's. He held the helmet with a sharp beak-shaped breathing grille to his side and came to Fu Qinghai without saying a word.

Is this the Satfaran, the Raven Guard warrior hated by the Iron Warriors?

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and said:

"I'm sorry about what happened to your comrade, brother."

The old Raven Guard soldier shook his head and said nothing about his comrades. He went straight to Fu Qinghai and said,

"I know where the Iron Warriors' transport ship is hidden."

The voice was flat and without a trace of emotion.

However, Fu Qinghai could hear the suppressed rage hidden below.

Fu Qinghai's eyes shone, and he nodded slowly:

"I see."

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, turned around, looked at the soldiers of the Skitarii who were lined up in neat rows at the foot of the hill, and shouted loudly:

"Warriors of the Machine God!"

The sound was deafening, the cranial implants hissing from interference with the connection, data transmitted directly to the Crusader's mind, the hearing was not vibrations captured by the flesh ear, but codes processed directly by the brain.

"Praise the Holy Gears, Holy Oil, and Holy Spark!"

Fu Qinghai continued.

"We are carrying out the will of Om Messiah and are here to complete the work of the Great God of All Machines. This most sacred mission does not allow any mistakes to occur."

Fu Qinghai looked around at his soldiers, who stood in the depression like silent chess pieces on a black and white chessboard.

"The fallen enemies have broken with the God of All Machines. Their filthy existence has desecrated all the pure machine souls and the word 'truth' itself."

The mountain breeze blew across the depression, the grass and trees swayed slightly, and a corner of the rust-red robe was lifted by the wind, revealing the hydraulic system at the base of the thigh and the rotating joint of the bionic arm. The calves and arms replaced by titanium alloy looked like insect limbs.

"Accept His blessings, and remember what you have acquired in His name."

Fu Qinghai raised one hand and waved his gauntlet-covered fist high in the air. The mechanical prosthetic eyes of the Crusaders followed his movement and saw the skull wrapped in gears on his left shoulder armor.

It was engraved with the same symbols as them, and the same rust-red color as their burqas.

Agrippina is gray, Acheron VIII is black, and Riza is orange.

Not every Forge World can use Mars Red.

"We are the wrath of the all-knowing Mechanical God incarnate!"

"We are the sharp claws of the omnipotent mechanical god!"

"War is our sacrament!"

Fu Qinghai yelled.

Then, he paused for a second, suddenly put away his high emotions, and said softly:

"Initiate joint decontamination protocols."

"No traitor can leave this planet alive."

"Not one."

The last word turned into a sonorous data stream, stirring the cerebral cortex of every Skitarii.

…

Master Quinto stood not far away, watching Fu Qinghai standing on the hillside, making an impassioned speech and delivering a pre-war speech.

His central matrix could sense that although the Vanguards and Rangers said nothing, the static electricity flowing through the data network was already filled with surging fighting spirit, and the gears and cables between the bionic limbs were also trembling slightly.

He is a natural speaker and agitator.

Master Quinto silently assessed this in his mind.

No. 56, Sartrefan and others also saw Fu Qinghai's pre-war mobilization of the Mechanicus soldiers from a distance.

Except for Camille, the new recruit, everyone else had heard their commanders' pre-war speeches during their past service, some of which were short and some were long.

But they had never seen an Astartes commander giving a pre-battle speech to the Skitarii.

In most battles in the past, the Skitarii, Cybernetic Troopers and Titan Legions were controlled by a Sage Ruler who was responsible for front-line command, rather than being commanded by an Astartes Techmarine.

For the soldiers of the Crusader Army, Fu Qinghai's voice command method is also a novel experience.

There are layers of command chains in large-scale crusaders: bishops, alphas, soldiers... The technical priests remotely control their crusaders without opening their mouths. All one-way communication and issuance of commands can be completed directly through data links.

But that doesn't mean the Crusaders have no hearing or vision.

On the contrary, for the Rangers whose eyelids have been cut off and their eyeballs covered with enhanced optical imaging equipment or even replaced with mechanical prosthetic eyes, their vision in various dim conditions is actually stronger than that of ordinary humans, and can even surpass that of Astartes - depending on how much his technical priests are willing to spend on replacement and transformation.

The vanguard soldiers are covered in armor and wear red robes over the armor. Their heads are completely wrapped in a metal helmet shaped like an inverted iron pot, leaving only a black horizontal seam and a shining electronic eye. They look a little more "sturdy" than the rangers.

The stronger the Skitarii soldier, the fewer flesh and blood parts his body has and the more mechanical parts he has. A Skitarii made by a wealthy engine oil man will definitely be stronger.

The role of the ranger is hunting, guerrilla warfare, and reconnaissance, while the role of the vanguard is assault, storming, and defense. Both are classic types of light infantry in the Skitarii system.

Fu Qinghai did not micro-manage each one of them, but delegated the command authority of the hunters to the Alpha of the Crusaders, and asked five team leaders to lead the hunters to split up into small groups and advance to all directions of the marching formation, using their respective mechanical prosthetic eyes' perfect information collection capabilities to act as their own eyes and ears.

In the center of the team were armored vanguards, surrounding the five Astartes in the middle, and at the end were heavy cavalry fighter servants whose tracks raised a lot of dust.

Master Quinto has returned to the research ship. As for the mortal soldiers under No. 56, Fu Qinghai asked them not to fight alongside the Crusaders.

Don't fight a battle and then find out that everyone has cancer.

…

Everyone is heading towards the location discovered by Satfaran.

The location where the Iron Warriors hide their ships.

Fu Qinghai summoned his flying backpack, which had been cruising above the clouds and swooped down, merging with Fu Qinghai in an instant. Then Fu Qinghai rose from the ground in the ring of dust created by the air flow that washed the ground, soaring straight up and penetrating the clouds again.

So cool.

Number 56 looked up, feeling envious.

Sartrefan also raised his head and silently watched Fu Qinghai flying high.

That is not a height that an ordinary jump pack pilot can reach.

The Night Lords and the Raven Guard are the most fond of flying soldiers, bar none; their love of flying is ingrained in their genes.

The taciturn Crow Warrior didn't know that Fu Qinghai's high-profile behavior was deliberately done for him to see.

Fu Qinghai soared high in the sky, his helmet's field of view zoomed in, scanning the scene in the distance.

He converted the image information he obtained into binary data packets, superimposed bytes and phrases on each other, and directly linked the meninges with neural synchronization. Orbital maps, holograms and sensory signals were shared and transmitted from Fu Qinghai's helmet. Like lightning, they directly entered the brain of every Crusader.

"Let me see everything." Fu Qinghai ordered.

Hunter Alpha was lurking in the forest and advancing quickly, with the servo skull behind his shoulder rising.

A recon servo skull, half grey bone, half datamatrix, with gears turning around it like a ring of thorns.

Through its enhanced optical array, the servoskull transmitted back the images it had captured in the forest. The data was uploaded via cables to the visualization processor plugged into the ranger's cerebral cortex, where it was processed centrally and then fed back to Fu Qinghai.

Thanks to the supercomputing power of the M.O.D.O.K.'s Brain, Fu Qinghai could quickly zoom in and out, switch and close the picture in the blink of an eye. He did not need the external information processor of a technical priest and processed the huge amount of information within a few seconds.

The Mechanicus's information-based combat method.

But the premise of this combat method is:

1. The Goliath-class forge ship parked in space orbit serves as the central matrix of data network links.

2. The new alien space marine's brain of M.O.D.O.K. can process information like a true technical priest.

The most critical point:

3. There is a logician, the super rational Master Vanak, who ensures the security of data transmission.

There has always been a place for electronic information warfare in the wars of the Warhammer 40K universe. Many battles have already been fought in the information field before guns and swords have been fired, whether in space, naval or ground combat.

The Astartes use voice communication to exchange tactical information, which may seem not as advanced and efficient as the Mechanicus. However, this method of the Mechanicus still carries the risk of being hacked when facing traitors from the Dark Mechanicus. To be on the safe side, it is better for the Astartes to communicate with their mouths.

Fu Qinghai was secretly comparing them in his mind.

"Found it!"

The muzzle of the hunter's gun in the front has locked onto an unaware mortal soldier who is wearing the uniform of a warlord and is standing guard and patrolling out of boredom.

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