Chapter 352 New cavalry has appeared

"The Seven Wings tribe welcomes your tribute. Let the warriors have a good meal and let the future gradually take shape"

—An unknown Kroot Shaper, speaking before the defeat of the 309th Landrian Light Infantry.

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Karnak III, equatorial jungle.

Three jet motorcycles flew quickly over the top of the dense forest canopy. The huge noise from the engines startled a flock of birds. The air waves caused by their wake created ripples in the forest. The green branches and leaves swayed and the white miasma dissipated slightly.

The three jet motorcycles lifted their heads and flew high into the sky, joining the large force hovering above the clouds.

"How about it?"

Fu Qinghai asked in the communication channel while riding his own uniquely shaped jet motorcycle.

"Nothing."

The rider who had just returned from low-altitude reconnaissance answered.

"The noise from the jet bikes is so loud that it can easily alert the enemy, making it difficult to find them."

Sartrefan said.

"And the deeper we get into the jungle, the taller the trees are and the denser the vegetation is. If the enemy sets an ambush in advance..."

Kalamanda said.

The two men were in agreement that the battlefield before them was not suitable for jet motorcycle combat. The dense jungle blocked the view from the altitude. It would be better for the motorcycle cavalry of the Iron Pagoda Regiment to fight in a place with a wide field of vision.

Three hundred jet motorcycles is not too few, but not too many either. At least for the vast equatorial region of the entire planet, it is like a handful of water sprinkled into the ocean. The reconnaissance range is not enough to completely cover the entire equatorial jungle area.

Moreover, Fu Qinghai had tried to drive a motorcycle over the top of the forest canopy several times, and occasionally he would receive prompts from the Force - he was being targeted by some kind of long-range weapon.

But the other party did not choose to open fire in the end. When he led his men to land in the woods to investigate, he only saw a bunch of strange footprints, like some kind of reptile or bird. He wanted to track them but lost the clues again and again.

Obviously, this opponent is better at hiding their tracks than the previous Slaanesh champion. They did not leave any clues. It is very difficult to find them relying solely on the two modified organs, taste detection nerves and gene detection nerves.

"How much fuel is left?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Enough for our return, but not enough for further exploration, Khan."

Joe Star replied.

"Then return home."

Fu Qinghai ordered:

"Ground forces continue to expand their search area."

The coordinates of the webway exit provided by the Savage Eldar woman were very far away from the Nest City. The supply line was a bit long, and the number of enemies was unknown. Fu Qinghai was unwilling to take the risk of going deep into the jungle.

He had also considered using the fleet to airdrop supplies, but the Combined Fleet was currently encircling the remnants of the Orc Fleet in orbit, chasing them all the way into the galaxy and launching a tentative attack on the war sphere ships, and was temporarily unable to free up its hands to support the surface battle.

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In the dense forest composed of towering trees, it was dark and gloomy. Sparse rays of sunlight shone through the layers of leaves, forming thin pillars of light in the Tyndall effect in the air filled with white miasma.

"Crack."

A huge gray wolf paw stepped lightly into the soft and thick humus soil, leaving a deep indentation with a slight crackling sound.

Saroyan Skarson rode on the back of a thunder wolf, searching the surroundings vigilantly. The red-haired warrior did not like the storm shield. He held a thunder hammer in one hand and a frost axe in the other, dual wielding a hammer and an axe, and looked very fierce.

"Sir, I think we should speed up a bit. The areas we are exploring have already been scouted by Qingshan Khan's jet bike troops."

Li Hanxing next to him suggested.

The captain of the Death Cavalry squeezed his horse's belly, quickened his pace and caught up, but always kept a certain distance between the biochemical beast under his crotch and the gray giant wolf - although both were carnivores, it was obvious that the Thunder Wolf was at a higher level in the food chain.

This giant wolf often looked at the horses of the Death Cavalry and the Barbarian Cavalry as if they were food.

"No."

Saroyan shook his head in denial.

"The warriors of Qingshan rely too much on what they see with their eyes. There is something else in this jungle..." The Space Wolf sniffed, "I feel it."

After saying that, he took off his helmet, leaned down close to the face of the giant wolf under his crotch, and whispered in Fenris:

"Do you feel it too, brother?"

Li Hanxing looked at this scene and frowned slightly.

He also has a good relationship with the horse under his crotch. No cavalryman would not treat his mount well, but talking to his mount... always feels a little weird.

If Li Hanxing knew where the wolf pack of Fenris came from, he probably wouldn't have such doubts - this thunder wolf might really be related to Saroyan.

"How does it feel, sir?"

Li Hanxing couldn't help but ask.

"We all smell the stench of aliens."

Saroyan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his fangs.

At this moment, Li Hanxing couldn't tell who looked more like a beast, Saroyan or the giant wolf under his crotch.

The giant gray wolf turned its erect ears left and right, then lowered its head, sniffed the ground with its nose, and suddenly stood up and leaped in one direction carrying the Space Wolf warrior.

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The shaggy, stubbled head turned in his direction, and the alien seemed to be able to hear the subtle noises coming from the Space Marine's power pack.

Through the crosshairs of the bolter, Saroyan saw the beaked head, blinking its yellow eyes - they were staring straight at him.

These are the Kroot?

Saroyan thought to himself.

They have the appearance of birds and seem much taller than humans, about two meters tall when standing, with protruding beaks and feathers on their faces, and they do not look strong.

But according to Aoyama, the Kroot's lean, wiry bodies contain inhuman strength and speed.

Saroyan's heart moved, and the helmet eyepiece switched to thermal imaging view. Only then did he realize that the Kroot in front of him had merged into the environmental background in the eyepiece's field of view.

"I see. No wonder..."

The Space Wolves muttered.

No wonder Qingshan's jet bike didn't detect them.

The Kroot can shield themselves from body heat radiation.

"Swoosh—"

The Kroot disappeared from view.

"Prepare for battle!"

Saroyan lowered his bolter and yelled.

An unknown alien language, a mixture of clicks, screams and chirps, sounded all around.

The Death Riders and Barbarian Riders quickly gathered together and formed a circle, clutching their weapons and looking around.

"Coo-coo-coo, quack-quack, purr-purr-purr..."

In the jungle, there are shadows everywhere, like ghosts.

"Swish!"

The dark shadow fell from the treetops, catching everyone off guard.

A sharp blade missed by a hair's breadth, and because Li Hanxing turned around, it hit the tree trunk and pierced into it, exploding into a bunch of tree slag spikes. The young officer's naked eyes had no way of catching the figures of these swift aliens.

He saw the second sharp blade turned into a black shadow and slashed down. Li Hanxing hurriedly raised his hunting spear to try to block it. His riding boots hit a skinny but strong calf, and then he was kicked off the horse and fell flat on his face.

"Uh...ah."

Li Hanxing crawled with difficulty.

He felt his ribs break.

"Herod... poof!"

Li Hanxing heard the screams of the bio-mountain.

The Kroots were feasting on his horse, and Li Hanxing was crawling on all fours, listening to the terrible noise while trying to reach into his holster. The Kroots were tearing his horse apart, breaking its bones, and devouring its still-warm internal organs... His hand was gripping the handle of the laser pistol.

He suddenly turned around, raised his hand and fired a shot, and a bloody Kroot was instantly beheaded by the red beam. Then his laser pistol was hit by a backhand blow and flew away, and then the butt of the rifle hit Li Hanxing's face, and his mouth was full of blood.

Dazed, he realized he was being dragged from under the dead Kroot, heard the aliens' clacking, whistling voices, his limbs immobilized by vise-like grips.

Li Hanxing felt his thigh being bitten by a huge and sharp bird beak, which began to tear and eat. He could not help but groan in pain. A Kroot rode on him and scraped his plastic-steel breastplate with its beak. They tried to cut open his chest and eat his internal organs.

"Bang!"

The pressure on his limbs suddenly disappeared, and the figures in front of him suddenly disappeared. The Kroots who surrounded Li Hanxing were blown away. He only saw the alien bird man being torn into pieces by the swing of the thunder hammer. The Kroot who was sitting on him was bitten by a bloody mouth. The gray giant wolf's gold jaws chewed twice, and Li Hanxing heard the crisp sound of the spine breaking.

The Kroot was bitten off and blood spurted out.

Accompanied by strange chirping sounds, countless Kroots were maneuvering skillfully between the branches. Their rapid pace was so fast that it was hard to keep up. From time to time, they made long-distance jumps, leaping from one tree crown to another.

A Kroot came running over with a hook in his hand, trying to pull Saroyan off the Thunder Wolf, but the Space Wolf bent his legs and kicked it to death, but the force feedback from the soles of his feet showed that the alien's physique was much stronger than he expected.

Their muscles are as flexible as metal cables and can be stretched instantly. Even Thunder Wolves have to puff up their cheeks and chew hard.

In contrast, the primitive and backward gunpowder firearms in the hands of the Kroot were simply unable to penetrate the power armor of the Space Marines.

Another Kroot leaped down from overhead, his slender but hard fingers going straight for the Space Marine's throat. Saroyan picked up an axe and cut him in half. The ice-blue axe blade seemed to contain some strange technology. The corpse was instantly covered with frost and turned into two ice sculptures and shattered.

The Thunder Wolves started running wildly, and Saroyan Skarsson wielded a hammer and an axe, killing people in the jungle. The Thunder Wolf cavalry were not many in number, but each of them was experienced in battle. The Kroot people took the initiative to ambush two Imperial Guards, but were killed by the Thunder Wolf cavalry, screaming and fleeing in panic, with corpses everywhere.

Until several huge monsters parted the bushes and appeared in front of the tactical team.

Several Kroots were riding on some giant two-legged, two-clawed beasts. These strange beasts, like the Kroots, had a huge serrated bird beak in front of their faces and thick black stubble behind their heads. It was not difficult to imagine that they were related to the Kroots on their backs.

Perhaps like the Space Wolves and Fenris Wolves.

"Ga ga ga… roar!"

The Kroot horsemen roared.

Saroyan hung the Frost Hell Axe back on the magnetic lock. A black shadow fell beside him. The Space Wolf warrior didn't even look at it. He grabbed a slender neck covered with baldness and stubble. He felt the alien being broken in his palm. When his fingers slowly clenched into fists, the Kroot's razor-sharp teeth were squeezed out of the body.

"Call for backup."

Saroyan spat out a few words coldly.

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Deep in the equatorial jungle.

In the cracks of the vast mountains, a strange building is hidden in the dense vegetation. It is snow-white and very hard, like stone and jade. It is the legendary spiritual bone.

In front of this temple-like building, a group of Savage Eldar cavalry stood there. They looked extremely gorgeous. Although their polished spirit bone helmets were a million years old, they still shone like the ripples in a platinum pool. The silk ropes on their spears floated like smoke. The mutant carnivorous dinosaur was terrifying and majestic, and its rider wore a cloak made of native bird feathers, showing his noble aura.

The chief of the Savage Spirit Tribe came here in person.

In front of them, the Kroots all over the mountains had completely surrounded the Eldar cavalry. Whistles and shouts were heard one after another. The carnivores of the Kroots were already starving. If the leading Shaper had not given the order, the Kroots would have rushed forward and feasted on the food.

"what to do?"

The Eldar chief asked the howling banshee.

"According to my father, although the Kroot like to eat corpses, they are actually an intelligent race. Their leadership class is called the Kroot Shapers. It's not impossible to negotiate, but... the gap in our military strength is too big."

Shalamand Uslan whispered.

"We must allocate some of our forces to guard the entrance to the Webway, otherwise we won't be able to return to Ceparil."

The chief of the Savage Spirit Tribe said.

Salamander shook his head.

The Savage Eldar of Separil had not fought for so long that they made such a low-level mistake. The Howling Banshee turned around and said seriously:

"We shouldn't have divided our forces. If we had joined together, we would have been strong enough to get that thing. Even if the exit of the webway was occupied, we would have been strong enough to fight back. But now our forces are divided into two groups. We are unable to take advantage of one and lose the other. We can neither take the temple nor defend the webway."

When the Eldar chief heard this, he felt that it was indeed the case.

"Sharamand, daughter of the prophet, you are worthy of being Asurman's disciple. In your opinion, how can we break through the encirclement of these Kroot people now?"

Salamander thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"The Kroots' long-range weapons are very poor, and their flying units are also relatively weak. I have a jet bike. I will break out alone and mobilize the troops near the webway. You must defend this place and never let them get their hands on the temple."

The Eldar chief nodded in agreement:

"This is the path of Cain, Shalamander. You are a brave blade of the tribe. May Asuryan bless you to return safely. I will stay here until reinforcements arrive. After this battle, all the Savage Eldar of Separil will move to the Ulthwe Arkworld."

Salamander put on a banshee mask, nodded without saying anything else, turned over, rode on the fiery red jet motorcycle, and after a light whistle, he rushed straight into the sky.

Seeing this, seventeen or eighteen Kroot carnivores with bat wings immediately flew out from the Kroot formation and rushed towards Salamander in a large group.

A series of black darts spit out from the front of the jet motorcycle, shooting down several Kroot Carnivores. Then Salamander raised the power scimitar in his hand and slashed with it as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, several more Kroot Carnivores had their wings cut off. The Howling Banshee easily broke through the encirclement of these flying Kroot without using any psychic screams.

Speeding all the way and flying into the distance.

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(End of this chapter)