Chapter 345: Speedy Freak VS Khorne Steel Bull

Satellite City Outpost.

The sun is shining brightly, the earth is dry and yellow, and the air is scorching hot.

The war boss, Old Lame, was currently sitting in his own super-kill tricycle, pulling out a single-tube telescope, squinting one eye, and observing the gate of the stronghold in the distance.

His huge and sturdy body, crammed into the open motorcycle compartment, took up the space of four ordinary orc boys, and was second only to the Space Marine's dreadnought.

He's a war boss and a tech tyrant, a highly prosthetic cyber-orc with motor oil literally coursing through his veins, so much so that he carries an oil gourd, Squig, to lubricate his shoulders and knees.

Once upon a time, Old Cripplefoot worked as a pilot for an Ancient Titan on the world of Skarex VI where he was born. At that time, he was just a little Cripplefoot. The next second after the Ancient Titan was blasted into pieces by its Warlord-class Titan opponent, Old Cripplefoot flew across the night sky like a dazzling comet. This experience at that moment also ignited the passion for infinite acceleration in the technician boy's heart.

Now, as he has become one with the Super Killer Trike under his crotch, the old lame man can finally burn gasoline while spilling blood and death on the chariot.

The old lame man moved his shoulders, and the sound of the mechanical prosthesis turning was a little difficult. The fart spirit sitting on its shoulders immediately picked up a Squig with an oil pipe inserted in its body, and after squeezing it hard, a few drops of black and sticky oil dripped into the gaps between the gears.

The old lame man moved his shoulders again and this time he felt better.

It didn't know at this moment that its temporary base had been destroyed by humans. It was looking at the gate of the base in the distance with greedy and evil eyes, and asked:

"Did you see it clearly?"

"Look carefully, Boss!"

A Storm Boy nearby answered:

"Big car, super big car, incomparable, incomparable, huge, huge, just like, just like..."

Storm Boy, carrying the rocket on his back, stood up and stretched his hands high, trying to describe what he saw and heard, trying to describe the hugeness of this vehicle and the shock it brought.

But this Storm Boy, whose brain seemed to be smashed when he landed, was really short of words and vocabulary, and couldn't describe it for a long time. The old lame man was so angry that he raised his hand and hit it on the head. The giant mechanical hand hit it dizzy and cursed:

"Idiot, if you can't speak, shut up!"

The Storm Boy is a combat unit created by the Orks to counter the Space Marines' jump pack pilots. With a large rocket tied to its back, it soars into the sky with boundless power.

It's just because of the orcs' poor product quality control that the reliability and stability of the rocket are very poor, and the flight direction and landing point are not very easy to control. Generally, only the bravest and most fearless orcs can become a member of the Storm Boy.

Some time ago, Old Lamefoot sent several Storm Boys to scout the internal situation near the Satellite City outpost. This was the only Storm Boy who came back alive. The War Boss suspected that he had broken his head. When he explained what he had seen and heard, he stuttered and spoke unclearly, making Old Lamefoot completely confused about the situation.

It decided to take a look in person.

After a while of thinking, Brother Mao possessed me.

The great master, the lame old man, thought of a way.

"Build me a tall watchtower!"

The war boss gave the order, while pushing his technicians and the little idiots, urging them,

"Hurry up, go, go!"

…

On the distant hills.

Two companies of Space Marines and two cavalry units of the Imperial Guard have arrived here and are taking a short rest.

Fu Qinghai stood beside his Bull Jet Bike, holding a data tablet in his hand, looking at the image information sent back by the servo skull, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Gift Crab..."

This Khorne Chaos Warband...

There's a Mastodon tank!?

Fu Qinghai looked at the huge split-track (four sets of eight tracks) armored vehicle that was faintly visible behind the wall in the picture, and a faint green light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Five Spartan tanks and three Mastodon tanks.

The Spartan Tank and the Mastodon Tank are both exclusive vehicles for Space Marines that were only introduced in the later period of the Great Crusade. They are few in number and relatively rare. They are called "tanks" but are actually "troop carriers."

The Spartan tank is an enlarged Land Raider. The Land Raider has limited internal space and cannot transport Space Marines wearing Terminator armor, so the Spartan tank was developed.

The Mastodon tank is even more amazing. It is the largest ground vehicle in the Space Marine armor series and the ceiling of troop transports. It can transport sixty Space Marines at a time, most of a company.

Before entering the Resident Evil movie universe, Fu Qinghai once inspected the Imperial Guard's Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank, which was the largest vehicle in the Imperial Guard's armored sequence, and the Mastodon was much larger than the Baneblade. For armored vehicles of the same positioning, the Space Marines' were often larger than those of the Imperial Guard.

Let's take the simplest example:

The Emperor's Bane Blade cannot be equipped with a Void Shield.

But mastodons can.

Although this Khorne Chaos warband only had one Underworld-class heavy cruiser in the navy, which made Fu Qinghai think that it was just a small Chaos warband, its armored vehicles were not scarce - not only were they not scarce, some of them were even rare items.

Spartan tanks can also be manufactured by the Mechanicus.

The Mastodon tank is already serious relic technology.

Fu Qinghai stared at the screen on the data tablet.

At the same time, with the help of a group of technician boys and several hydraulic push rods, the old lame man struggled to climb to the top of the temporary watchtower and looked at the wall of the stronghold with a telescope.

The "big truck" that Storm Boy mentioned was very tall, with part of the roof protruding from the wall. When the old lame man finally saw the three huge armored beasts, his pupils instantly shrank.

At this moment.

A chapter leader and a great master of skills.

They said in unison:

"I want it!"

......

The Red Sun Mechanic Gang, although the name is a bit rustic.

But their fleet size is not small at all.

Various types of modified vehicles were parked far away from the base, occupying a large open space. There were not only single-seat motorcycle boys, but also various strange racing trucks: tracked, three-wheeled, six-wheeled and even jet-powered... After all, the ordinary Evil Sun Clan was not capable of creating an ancient giant.

The old cripple glanced at his speedy freaks with satisfaction.

They were wearing leather jackets and goggles, facing the scorching sun and breeze, laughing and joking rudely, speaking orc swear words. A vendor from the Snakebite Clan sat in a jumping pickup truck and passed through the convoy, selling fresh fungus beer and delicious Squiggle pies to other vehicles one by one.

The guys from the Red Sun Mechanic Gang have no shortage of teeth.

They were all rich, and they threw handfuls of teeth at the snake bite vendors in exchange for cups of steaming fungus beer and pieces of juicy squiggles...

The old lame man saw that his boys were in high spirits and relaxed, with his fangs slightly raised. He looked past the noisy motorcycle boy and looked to the other side.

Four strange cars with very low chassis.

That's its secret weapon.

Before the ancient giant was built, although the Red Sun Mechanic Gang had some fast vehicles that were more focused on speed than defense, it did not mean that they had no way to deal with the thick walls of the Satellite City Outpost.

The human stronghold in front of them, occupied by the red cans, although well-defended, was just a stronghold after all - they had no void shields.

Without the Void Shield, there are many more ways to play.

The old lame man laughed "Hehehe".

…

At the same time, on the other side, the leader of the Fifteen Fangs War Gang, Leowin Ukris, stood on the top of the city gate tower, glaring fiercely at the group of Will-O-Wil orcs outside the stronghold.

Come on, come on, idiots...

The former Captain of the World Eaters thought to himself.

I have a great gift waiting for you.

Behind the city gate, eight Khorne steel bulls were walking around in circles, twisting their necks impatiently and snorting. From their huge nostrils with brass rings, puffs of gas emitting sulfur, gunpowder and flames came out.

These Warp Chaos Beasts tightly wrapped in metal and machinery are the product of wild Khorne Demons being captured and processed in Khorne Foundries. Their cores are still demons, but their shells are armor. Strictly speaking, they are a kind of demon engine.

There was a Chaos Space Marine riding on the back of each Khorne Steel Bull. The Fifteen Fangs lost a full eighteen Space Marines before they were able to tame these beasts.

"Crunch... boom."

The steel gate of the stronghold slowly opened inward.

"Huh? What the hell?"

The old lame man who was giving a pre-war speech was reminded by the orc boy next to him. He turned around and saw that the red cans had actually opened the door of the stronghold on their own initiative?

Was it a trick?

None of the orcs who could become war bosses were stupid. The dual attributes of cunning and cruelty were the dual attributes of Goge and Maoge. The shrewd old lame man immediately thought of some conspiracy of the red cans.

"Crazy, Canned Shrimp is crazy, boss!"

A Pain Boy nearby shouted.

The Painful Boy was wearing a bloodstained white coat and a crudely made stethoscope hung behind his neck. He looked more like a butcher than a doctor. He waved a black nail in his hand and said to the old cripple:

"If you insert this, you will go crazy."

"Ah..." The old lame man understood.

Some time ago, a curious fart spirit was cleaning up the battlefield. All the valuable armor and weapons had been stripped off and looted by the orcs. It saw the nail on the Chaos Space Marine's forehead and thought it was some kind of usable mechanical device, so it tried to pull it out. At the end of the black nail, a cluster of densely wound silk threads pulled at the sparse brain tissue and ganglia. The red can, which was already dead, twitched again as the nail was pulled out, which scared the timid fart spirit.

The curious Fart Spirit gave the black nail to the Painful Boy, but the Painful Boy couldn't figure it out. After listening to the Fart Spirit's description, the Painful Boy followed the orcs' usual "I think" scientific research method, found an unlucky wounded patient, and inserted the nail into his brain. The wounded orc went crazy on the spot, staring with bloodshot eyes, ignoring his physical injuries, and indiscriminately attacked all living things around him.

If you stick a nail in your forehead, you will go crazy.

The Painful Boy reported his research conclusions to the Old Cripple.

Thinking of this, the old lame man laughed:

"I understand now. It's not a trick. The red cans are just tortured by the nails and can't stand it anymore!"

"Wahahahahahaha!"

The speed freaks burst into laughter.

"Little ones, follow me!"

"Waaaaaaagh!"

Excited howls rang out one after another, and the speed freaks released their clutches and stepped on the accelerator, speeding away amid the harsh roar of the jet pipe and the choking thick black smoke.

…

"Here they come!"

Leowen Ukris growled.

The Chaos Space Marines on the wall all gripped their bolters tightly - using these ranged weapons would not receive the blessing of the Blood God, but they could not care less at the moment. If they used melee weapons again, they would be killed by the speedy freaks.

The smoke dragon in the distance is approaching.

"Here they come."

Fu Qinghai lay on the distant hillside and observed quietly.

The motorcycle boys served as the vanguard and assault force in the convoy. The Xie Ri clan was very cunning. They did not rush straight to the stronghold, but sent a large number of motorcycle boys to the front of the convoy, moving left and right in a staggered manner, cooperating with each other to create thick smoke, and using the large amount of exhaust gas emitted by the motorcycles and the yellow sand rolled up by the wheels to cover the advance of the large force very well. The opposite side would be confused when seeing the thick smoke all over the ground, and would not know where to fire.

The traditional smoke bomb belongs to that category.

Fu Qinghai gave his evaluation in his mind.

The gate of the stronghold was still open.

There was no sign of it closing.

"Ho ho, ho ah..."

Ten disobedient enchanted warriors, holding chainsaw axes, stood in front of the gate, searching in the increasingly approaching smoke with a pair of glowing scarlet eyes, and uttering inhuman roars from their mouths.

Khorne's enchanted warriors were different from the other three. They often had severely damaged IQs, so Leowen arranged these tough-skinned guys as bait. Their shoulders were uneven, their arms were large and small, their backs were hunched, and their bodies were covered with bone spurs and sharp horns that pierced through the gaps in their power armor and stretched out. From a distance, they looked like ten red hedgehogs standing up.

"Boom boom click!"

The savage roar of the engines and the loud crackling of the flames, when you hear these sounds, it means that several explosive cannon vehicles are coming straight at you!

These lightweight racing four-wheelers, the entire frame body is nothing more than a few pieces of scrap iron welded together, with almost no armor, but they speed up and drift all the way in the airtight blockade of explosive firepower, and pass by perfectly.

"Bang!"

The enchanted warrior was caught off guard and was knocked flying.

It is embedded in the wall in the shape of a "big" character.

"Alas--"

The driver of the Explosive Cannon Truck squeezed out all his strength, cheering at the top of his voice while driving the shaking and screaming engine beneath him to its maximum speed.

"Da da da da…"

At the same time, the passengers on the car clung to the unreliable frame and fired indiscriminately at the surroundings with their pop-bang guns and six-shooters. The main gunner on the roof, who couldn't stop laughing, operated the huge Gatling machine gun, which continuously spit out red-hot bullets and fire, pouring all the firepower in his hands onto the heads of the Chaos Space Marines on the top of the wall, causing columns of ochre sand to explode on the parapets.

"roar--"

The enchanted warrior embedded in the wall twisted his shoulders and jumped down again, roaring and chopped down the chain saw axe fiercely, hitting a blasting cannon vehicle that couldn't turn in time. The front of the vehicle was pressed down and nailed to the spot. The rear of the whole vehicle was lifted up and the wheels spun idly, and it overturned in an instant, and then the enchanted warrior was crushed underneath, along with the screaming driver and passengers inside.

"Squeak—"

The other explosive cannon vehicles did not rush into the gate. They drifted and spun in a large range, splashing sand on the faces of the enchanted warriors, and then drove along the left and right sides of the wall. The fart spirits in the carriages desperately threw out the burning pottery jars and glass bottles filled with strong Skoog oil or inferior promethium. The entire defense line was instantly shrouded in raging flames, with fire points scattered here and there, black smoke and blurred vision.

Molotov cocktails are a thing.

Fu Qinghai commented secretly in his heart.

Several enchanted warriors were full of exhaust fumes and were furious at the convoy. The enchanted warrior who was trapped under the car lifted up the damaged battleship and stood up, then swung his axe and madly chopped at the surviving green-skinned creatures inside.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, he was hit hard by a modified speeding car.

"Kala, ka, ka…"

The iron spikes embedded in the wheels rolled over the enchanted warrior's face, producing a strange noise. The supercharger on top of the front of the car gulped down the air. The fart spirit on the passenger seat grinned foolishly while flipping the flamethrower switch in front of it.

The engine exhaust pipes on the left and right sides of the front of the vehicle spit out two rows of furious flames, engulfing everything around the chariot. The modified speedsters dragged a pair of flaming wings across the battlefield, and the five enchanted warriors let out inhuman screams of pain in the flames!

I wish the Imperial Guard's Hellhound flamethrower tanks could be as fast... Fu Qinghai thought silently.

"Burn, burn, burn! Burn, burn, burn!"

The passengers in the modified speed car shouted slogans in unison. The main weapon of the tank was a giant rotatable nail gun mounted on the roof. Although its accuracy was not at all, when it fired a large number of half-meter-long hot rivets at an astonishing rate of fire that were enough to penetrate the power armor, the accuracy was not very important.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

The enchanted warrior's body was pierced.

Long-range weapons did not cause much damage to the demons, but the remaining flames on their bodies prevented their strange self-healing ability - enchanted warriors began to fall.

Like the Explosive Cannon Car, the Modified Speed ​​Car did not rush into the city gate. Instead, it turned a corner and circled around the wall, leaving the opportunity to impact the gate to the following vehicles.

After two waves of attacks from the explosive cannon car and the modified speed car, the defensive forces on the wall have been silenced.

The two appetizers are finished, and the main course should be next... Fu Qinghai watched intently.

"Boom—beep!"

Oh my god, what is this?

Fu Qinghai stared at those uniquely shaped vehicles, which did not move swiftly or turn left or right, but roared and rushed straight to the city gate.

It is a bit inappropriate to call this thing a "car" because it is just a jet fighter with the fuselage removed and tracks and wheels installed on both sides. The cylindrical aircraft turbojet engine is essentially the power source for forward movement, and even the canard aerodynamic layout on both sides of the nose is still retained.

I've seen wings installed on cars, but I've never seen wheels installed on airplanes... Fu Qinghai was really impressed.

Jet crawler!

The homemade missiles mounted on the wings and the multi-linked machine guns installed on the belly all shot forward, whistling and roaring, exploding blood flowers in the enemy's formation. Facing the defense line formed by the enchanted warriors, the jet crawler did not do any fancy tricks, and rushed forward without dodging or evading. The rotating large drill on the front of the vehicle pushed the enchanted warriors into the air, and the broken limbs and arms were thrown around with blood plasma.

The city has been breached, and we are entering the city!

The Red Sun Mechanic Gang cheered.

Super-kill tricycles, jumping pickup trucks, and a large group of motorcycle boys, followed the jet crawler vehicles that led the way, and swarmed towards the gate of the satellite city outpost. The orcs of the Evil Sun Clan couldn't wait to beat up the red-skinned canned guys.

The old lame man, with a hydraulically-powered snake-shaped hook in his left hand and a short and sturdy double-barreled hand cannon in his right hand, sat in the super-kill tricycle with a smug look on his face. The bladed wheels rolled over the corpses of the enchanted warriors, plowing a bloody path.

The Snakebite clan's jumping pickup truck also started to cause trouble.

These vehicles responsible for selling food and drinks are essentially Scug containers on wheels. The Scug catapults welded to the vehicle frames launch all kinds of living bombs onto the walls and into the city gates.

From canned Buzzing Squigs, to the Biting Squigs that chew on anyone they see, to the terrifying Self-Destructing Squigs... these various Squigs may not cause much damage to Chaos Space Marines, but to the mortal soldiers in the warband, they are simply a disaster.

The Buzzing Squig, filled with rage in the pottery jar, surrounded the fallen mortal soldiers and tore them apart. The multiple stomachs of the Self-Destructing Squig were filled with unstable digestive fluid and artificially added metal fragments.

The aircraft was shaken violently during flight, and various digestive juices mixed into a flammable liquid, which exploded instantly with a "bang". Teeth, bones and metal fragments poured down like rain, comparable to the armor-piercing grenades used by Space Marines.

On the hillside in the distance.

"Khan, shall we go?"

Qiao Shida came over and asked:

"If we don't go over there soon, those Spartans and Mastodons will probably be destroyed by the orcs."

The First Captain understood the Chapter Master's thoughts very well.

Know what he wants most.

"No."

Fu Qinghai shook his head:

"Let's wait and see. Even though the Khorne Chaos Warband doesn't have much brains, they shouldn't be that weak."

I just finished talking here.

Over there, a terrifying roar sounded:

"Moo——"

Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida could not see what was happening behind the stronghold wall. They could only see that more than a dozen modified motorcycles, along with their riders, flew out of the wall in a parabola.

Oh?

Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida looked at each other.

Then they saw:

A huge jet tracked vehicle flew out upside down from the city gate, and the entire vehicle turned into a pile of tiny metal parts in mid-air. Not only did it disintegrate instantly, but the green-skinned driver's body parts were also mixed in.

What is that!?

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