Chapter 633 An Observation Site

Fu Qinghai left Qiaoglis.

The kurultai conference, which is held every hundred years, has just been confirmed. Qingshan Khan and his regiment will most likely miss the first seven sessions. However, there is no way around it. He has to return to the timeline where his teammates are.

Before leaving, Fu Qinghai left behind a pulse bolt gun, a Fat Man launcher, and some corresponding ammunition as samples for display, and promised that he would return with more arms and more powerful weapons and equipment in 700 years. The war groups in need should use these 700 years to prepare gene seeds - no matter whose gene seeds they were.

This was a barter limited to the White Scars and their daughter chapters, and was not the same as the Grey Tax and Blood Tax that the Carcharodon Chapter collected from the Imperial civilians. Except for the Chaos Space Marines, no one was harmed in the process.

Fu Qinghai once considered taking Sid Nora and Elijah Lavallee, his two patrons in the Inquisition and the Ministry of Military Affairs, away and bringing them to the timeline where he was to continue to help him. This was also one of his original plans.

Both women had devoted their hearts and souls to the imperial bureaucracy. They were unmarried, childless, and their family members had all passed away. Logically, they were very suitable, but he ultimately decided to respect their ideas.

He did not forcibly kidnap the two people and just left them with a stasis field generator.

When they are about to die, they decide for themselves whether to go to the future to see the old friend they once knew.

After bidding farewell to everyone in Qiaoglisili, Fu Qinghai and Danzhuer set out on their journey home again, the real journey home.

When they came, they took the cruiser of the Inquisition, and when they left, they took the strike cruiser of the Predator Regiment—because they were on the way back to their base. After Fu Qinghai and Danzhuer boarded the warship, they looked back at the Legion's home planet, the milky white Chogris. They both had different feelings and memories about this planet. And after this glance, perhaps a thousand years have passed, and the world has changed.

"Shh…Bang!"

The boarding deck hatch slowly closed.

The planet disappeared from their sight.

…

The strike cruiser of the Marauder Chapter.

Inside a cabin on the upper deck.

Fu Qinghai and Tenzin sat face to face.

"After we return to the Chapter's home planet of Kuitun, I plan to let you serve as the director of the Chapter's think tank."

Fu Qinghai said bluntly.

"I have only joined the regiment not long ago, and my service experience is also very short. I have spent most of my time studying in Qiaogris. If I rashly serve as the director of the think tank, will I be able to convince others?"

Tenjur asked cautiously.

"It doesn't matter. Our regiment doesn't even have a think tank. No one will say anything if you take over as the think tank director. You will just be a commander without any troops."

Fu Qinghai said indifferently.

"I see. That's no problem."

Danzhuer nodded and agreed.

"Although you are just a commander without troops now, it does not mean you will be in the future. We are about to form a think tank. During the period when the warp storm covered the star zone, the number of psykers on various planets increased sharply, and most of those who experienced psyker awakening were teenagers aged fifteen or sixteen. I have brought them all under control. The boys were transformed into space marines, and the girls also received psyker training. I leave them all to you."

Fu Qinghai looked at Danzhuer and said seriously,

"After returning to the star zone, they will all be your students and your future subordinates. They will be the prototype of the future witch brigade of the regiment. You must teach and train them well."

"No problem, Khan."

Tenzin agreed solemnly.

After finishing the business, Fu Qinghai lazily crossed his legs, poured himself a glass of kumis from Choglis, then raised the wine jug and looked at the think tank director. Tenjuer quickly waved his hand to indicate that he never drank.

Fu Qinghai knew many spellcasters who didn't drink, such as the Draenei Augustus and the hermit elder Tristan, who might be worried that alcohol would damage the brain nerves. But it was not absolute, and the sisters Chen Xinxue would occasionally have a drink.

Li Xingxian is even more of a drunkard.

"Do you like your current name?"

Fu Qinghai asked casually after taking a sip of wine.

"Not really."

Tenjur shook his head and said honestly:

"'Tangjur' means 'reincarnated person' in Khorchin language, but I don't think I am the reincarnation of Amon, although I have almost all of his memories. I am just me, an independent individual, not the reincarnation of anyone. Just like the names you gave to the three operations, completely new and different."

"Hiccup... makes some sense."

Fu Qinghai burped and nodded and said:

"I'll give you a name later."

"Or you can have your own ideas."

Fu Qinghai added one more sentence after he finished speaking.

"I heard that no matter where they came from, every Space Marine who joins the White Scars will be given a new name in the style of Chogris. I am a little curious, Khan, what was your name before you joined the Fifth Legion?"

Tenjur asked curiously.

"Uh... I used to be an orphan from the hive. I don't have a formal name, not even a last name."

Danjur felt that the Chapter Master seemed reluctant to discuss this topic. He drank the wine in the glass and shook the empty wine measuring cup. He responded lazily,

"It's just two simple syllables."

After saying that, he raised the wine jug again and gulped down most of it in one breath. He put the jug down, wiped his mouth, exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, and asked calmly,

"I heard that you have been dreaming? Tell me about your dreams. I am also very curious about the Thousand Sons Legion."

Danjur looked at his own warband leader with some doubt. In his impression, although the Khan liked to taste fine wine, he was definitely not a greedy drinker. Besides, no matter how strong the liquor was, it was impossible for an Astartes to get drunk. Danjur felt that the warband leader seemed to be a little worried today, but he was unwilling to tell others. Could it be that his plan in his heart was not yet completed?

Danjur could use psychic power to directly spy on the warband leader's mind - just like the Emperor did to him. Faced with the forced mind reading of a powerful psychic, most ordinary people could not resist. But Danjur did not want to do this, it would be very offensive. No one likes to be pried into their inner world by others, even if it is just speaking directly in their mind.

Thinking of the question raised by the Chapter Master.

Tenjur calmed down and replied:

"In fact, the five major schools of the Thousand Sons Legion..."

"laugh--"

At this moment, the hatch suddenly opened, interrupting the conversation between the two. A Space Marine standing at the door said:

"Qingshan Khan, Ganggridzu Khan asks you to go to the bridge. He has something important to discuss with you."

Fu Qinghai and Danzhuer looked at each other.

"I'll be right there."

Fu Qinghai picked up his helmet and stood up and said.

…

The bridge of the Wild Hunt cruiser.

"We received a distress signal."

Gangrizo Khan, the commander of the Marauder Chapter, stood beside a large long imaging table and spoke straight to the point. Without much politeness, Gangrizo pointed at the holographic projection on the table, on which an image of a miniature warship appeared. A light spot condensed at the end of his finger and passed along the front of the warship, and two dotted lines appeared where he passed.

Fu Qinghai stood beside him, watching the dotted line in the holographic projection split into two and become a forked "Y" shape. One end connected to an empty space, and a line of parameter coordinates next to it showed that this space was the location of the Yashan Star Region Webway Gate. The other end was connected to a planet, which was marked in the projection as: Aubrey Vim Observatory.

"An observation station?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"Yes."

Gangrizhuo Khan nodded and said:

"According to the original plan, we were going to send you two to this area, where you called the Webway Gate. But just now we received a distress signal from this Aubreyvim Observatory. They were attacked by a group of greenskin bandits. We are considering whether to go to that observation station for rescue, which is contrary to our original route."

Deep space observation stations are also a common type of world in the human empire. They may be built on the surface of a planet, on the surface of a meteorite, in orbital space, or even in the empty space. The Mechanicus usually builds these scientific research stations to observe and depict astronomical data in some border areas of the empire that have not yet been developed or have no development value at all.

Also includes subspace data.

However, what is puzzling is that these deep space observation sites usually only have a few people stationed there, and some even have no people at all, only some scientific research robot servants, who conduct mechanical mapping work on the deep space day after day and year after year. Such places generally do not attract any enemy attacks, and the human empire will not send heavy troops to protect them, and they can be abandoned at any time.

According to the mortal staff on the bridge, Fu Qinghai learned that the Aubreyvim Observatory was located on the edge of the Yashan star zone, far away from the main shipping lanes, and had few resources and no special value. So although the planet had a solid surface and atmosphere, the Empire did not develop it, but only set up an observation station.

It was unknown when some humans began to settle there, and judging from the content of the distress signal, they were probably not the staff stationed at the observation station. Therefore, when a group of orc bandits fled there, the Wild Hunt cruiser received the distress signal.

"It's far from shipping routes, lacks resources, and is deserted… Who would settle in such a remote place?"

Fu Qinghai asked doubtfully, stroking his chin.

"They are most likely fugitives and refugees."

A mortal staff officer interrupted and said,

"Those who owe money or commit crimes in the Hive City may go to these desolate border planets to settle down when they are really desperate. Of course, it is also possible that they are simply exiled there by the governor of a nearby planet, but the distance... is indeed a bit far, and the cost of exile is a bit high."

This mortal staff officer's analysis is very logical and reasonable.

"What do you think, Aoyama?"

Gangrizhuo Khan turned his head and asked:

"If your mission is more urgent, then I will send you to your designated area first, and then I will turn around and deal with those greenskins who came out of nowhere."

Ganggridjo's meaning was also very clear:

he didn't care whether a deep space observation station would be occupied by aliens, he only cared about not allowing a group of orc bandits to run rampant in the empire's star zone - even if the Yashan star zone was not his garrison area, he could not turn a blind eye to the greenskins. This kind of thing was very harmful and everyone had the right to kill them.

"My business is not urgent."

Fu Qinghai looked at the star map and suggested:

"But even if they are fugitives, they are still citizens of the empire. We cannot let them be slaughtered by the greenskins. I think we should go there to see what's going on."

"OK."

Ganggrizhuo Khan waved his hand and said,

"Change course and speed up."

…

The Wild Hunt cruiser drew an arc in the air and changed direction to head towards the source of the distress signal. Fu Qinghai did not return to the cabin but stayed on the bridge, watching the red light on the fluorescent green screen gradually approaching. In less than a day, the Wild Hunt cruiser arrived at the target location.

Aubrey Vim Observatory.

"A Basha-class light cruiser!"

The officer in charge of the detection array immediately shouted.

"They're launching a landing capsule toward the surface."

Another mortal officer added.

Fu Qinghai scanned the auspiciousness screen carefully. There were no gas clouds or meteorite belts around this desolate planet that could be used to hide the fleet. The Wild Hunt cruiser was coming from the other side of the star, and the ambush could not be hiding behind the star. It seemed that it was indeed just a group of orc bandits.

Not a Waaagh expedition.

Ganglizhuo glanced at the bird divination instrument. He probably came to the same conclusion and gave a loud order:

"Speed ​​up, charge the light spear and get ready!"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the Marauder Regiment's strike cruiser, the Basha-class light cruiser immediately closed the crooked landing craft launch windows without saying a word, turned the bow and fled outside the galaxy - the greenskins didn't know that the battleship was full of Space Marines, but just comparing the tonnage and length of the two battleships, the two were not in the same order of magnitude.

"Chase them, don't let them go!"

Gangrizhuo Khan immediately gave the order.

"Khan, what about the orcs on the surface?"

A mortal officer looked up and asked.

"I'll go."

Without waiting for Ganglizhuo's order.

Fu Qinghai took the initiative to speak:

"I'll deal with them."

The subsequent battle will most likely be a pursuit battle. The orc warship is not a good target for boarding, and there is no need to board it when the warship has superior firepower and tonnage. Just blow it up directly. There is no point for Fu Qinghai to stay on the warship, so he might as well take the initiative to apply to go down and deal with the group of Ork orcs who have landed.

"Give you a Thunderhawk gunship?"

Ganglizhuo turned his head and asked.

"Need not."

Fu Qinghai shook his head gently.

He said calmly and confidently:

"Just drop directly into orbit."

The Thunderhawk gunship is certainly safe and reliable, but if you want to reach the surface as quickly as possible, you have to use orbital airdrop.

"OK."

Gangglizhuo was also infected by his confidence.

He laughed loudly and waved his hand, saying,

"Give Qingshan Nayanhan an airdrop capsule!"

Fu Qinghai and Danzhuer walked side by side in the warship corridor, and the two came to the airdrop launch port to get ready. The Wild Hunt cruiser flew over the Aubreyvim Observatory, slightly reduced its speed to match the rotation speed of the planet, and after reaching relative stillness, it opened the belly hatch, spit out an airdrop capsule, and then accelerated again to chase the orc warship.

…

"Boom, boom, creak, creak..."

The seat and backrest were shaking violently.

The red warning light above was flashing. Fu Qinghai and Danzhuer sat face to face. There were only two of them in the airborne capsule. Danzhuer took a few deep breaths and held the seat belt tightly. Fu Qinghai leaned against the wall with his head tilted, expressionless, looking a little absent-minded.

"First time riding a drop pod?"

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said lightly.

"Yes."

Danzhuer nodded vigorously:

"My first orbital drop."

Although Danjur is a powerful psychic, humans are still land animals at heart. Orbital airdrops, which go against biological instincts, still make this fledgling young warrior feel a little nervous.

"Ha ha."

Fu Qinghai smiled lazily and said:

"My performance on this thing the first time was not much better than yours, but don't worry, although this thing looks a bit crude, it is actually quite sturdy."

Danzhuer looked up and around. There was no window or anything in the small, enclosed space, and it was shaking and trembling violently, which made people feel uneasy.

Then there came a sudden feeling of being pushed upwards on the back.

Danzhuer was instantly tightened by the seat belt.

The drop capsule began to reverse brake and slow down.

"It's almost there."

Fu Qinghai leaned back in his seat and said calmly.

…

"boom--"

The drop pod hit the ground hard.

The moment it landed, it smashed several running killing cans into a pile of compressed iron sheets, and the snotty drivers inside were turned into red and green meat paste and squeezed out from the gaps.

The teardrop-shaped airborne capsule was inserted diagonally into the ground. Amid the smoke and dust, eight hatches slammed open and landed on the ground, but only two lonely tall black shadows emerged from it.

"Canned shrimps are here!"

A fart spirit made trumpet shapes with his hands and screamed loudly.

"Bang!"

A bomb shot out from the smoke and shattered it.

Danzhuer felt that from the moment the chapter commander beside him landed from the airdrop capsule, the whole person was like a wild beast that had completely awakened from laziness. A jet pack expanded out from behind him, and the airflow dispersed all the smoke and dust. He leaped up, pulled out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword in mid-air, and slashed it down on the ground.

"Zizizizizi…clang!"

A four-meter-tall orc warrior stood still without making any movement, and suddenly split in two from the middle and fell to both sides. The smooth cross-section of his internal organs was exposed to the air, and there were still strands of sticky blood connecting the two halves of his body. These red threads were torn off as the corpse fell.

Qingshan Khan stood up slowly.

He was soaked in orc blood.

"Wow--"

The green-skinned guys around fled crying and shouting, but were shot down one by one by Danjur who followed them with a bolter in hand - the Chapter's think tank chief did not have his own exclusive psychic equipment at this time, and could only fight like an ordinary Space Marine.

Fu Qinghai ignored the orcs who were scattering around him, and looked up into the distance. There was a crater formed by a meteorite, and a bastion was built against the mountain. Judging from the location of the fortress and the simple fortifications around it, the people who built this small fortress obviously had military service experience, and it didn't look like an illegal settlement established by refugees or fugitives.

"Who is the distress signal from?"

With this question in mind, Fu Qinghai once again soared into the sky, and rushed into the group of orcs with an unparalleled whirlwind, stirring up red, green and colorful pieces of meat and tattered protective gear. As far as the eye could see, a large group of orcs were like a creeping green carpet, all swarming towards the fortress on the edge of the crater, vying to occupy the bastion.

Fu Qinghai took the lead and rushed to the front.

Tenjur provided cover on both sides and followed closely behind.

The think tank director gradually began to exert his strength. He first used his psychic power to distort the reality around him. The whispers of demons and terrifying illusions filled the air. The surrounding orcs had to deal with a series of bewitching promises, whispers and dizzying scenes. Some low-willed guys and farts began to run around like crazy and attack everything around them indiscriminately.

This move is called "Malicious Storm".

Chaos followed him wherever he went. The Orks were filled with sudden rage, echoes of paranoia and hatred, panic and resentment filled their hearts and minds, with deadly consequences - wherever Tenjur went, the chain of command collapsed instantly, triggering large-scale disorderly riots and defections filled with hysteria.

The cunning Gun Show Boy and BBQ Boy realized the enemy behind them, turned around and began to focus their fire on the two Space Marines, throwing all kinds of homemade grenades without regard for friend or foe. However, both the bullets and the flames were pushed in all directions by the iron halo behind Fu Qinghai's helmet, and then hit the spiritual power field shield of Danjur, splashing transparent ripples.

As the two gradually approached the small fortress.

"Zizi, zizi... Help, please help."

A voice suddenly rang out from the public communication channel, a young female voice covered by the noisy static noise.

"The coordinates are 27.166.381. We are being attacked by the Orks. We implore anyone passing through the Empire..."

Still repeating the message for help.

"The coordinates are 27.166.381. Your message for help has been received. I am a Space Marine. I have landed on the surface and am 2.45 kilometers away from you. The bastion faces due east of the star. How many of you are still alive?"

Fu Qinghai spoke directly.

The voice in the communication channel suddenly became quiet.

Then the female voice said in surprise:

"Great, Space Marines, the Space Marines are here! Teacher, we are saved, we have to, um... OK. Hello, Commander Astartes, we currently have five survivors and are breaking out in your direction!"

As Fu Qinghai Danzhuer continued to advance, the walls around the bastion were already in sight. The top of the spire was decorated with a double-headed eagle and a pure skull, and four automatic sentry guns were placed at the four corners, firing continuously at the bottom. However, as the greenskins crowded up, several tank boys soon wielded long-rod rockets tied into hammer shapes and hammered hard on the sentry machine guns, blowing them into several twisted pieces of scrap metal.

"Speed ​​up."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice:

"There are only five of them left."

"Understood, Khan!"

Danzhuer suddenly raised one hand and clenched it in the air. The red Maoge King Kong in front of him, which was spewing plasma and black smoke, suddenly stopped turning and trembled all over. A bunch of parts and dazzling sparks burst out with a "crackling" sound. Then something shocking happened. The chassis of the Maoge King Kong, which was more than ten meters high, suddenly left the ground and flew into the air, suspended in the air, waving its arms and guns helplessly.

Danzhuer gritted his teeth and pushed forward.

The Maoge King Kong in mid-air was driven forward rapidly by an invisible force, hit the ground hard, and then continued to roll forward under the action of inertia, crushing and killing a group of orcs and fart spirits who could not dodge in time, and plowing a deep and wide ditch in the dry and hard land.

The orcs blocking the way were cleared away in an instant.

A road appeared leading directly to the bastion.

Fu Qinghai looked at Danzhuer in surprise.

"Please, Khan."

Danjur panted and raised his hand to signal.

Fu Qinghai nodded and turned to move forward. At the same time, several figures broke out of the fortress, swinging their swords to kill the surrounding orcs while moving in his direction. Fu Qinghai was very curious about who was asking for help, and looked past the orcs to the five relatively slender figures.

They were wearing power armor!

The casting master recognized it at a glance. The dark golden body armor was definitely some kind of power armor, and it was very well made and definitely not an ordinary item. The woman in the lead had a high ponytail, a red double-headed eagle tattoo on her shaved forehead, and a breathing valve covering half of her face. She wielded a two-handed sword, with sharp eyes and agile movements, jumping left and right among the orcs and killing them.

"Sister of Silence!?"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but exclaim.

He suddenly figured it out: Why would anyone settle on such a remote and desolate planet? Why was the small bastion defense layout full of military style? Because they were all Sisters of Silence! After the Horus Heresy, the High Lords Council disbanded and expelled most of the Sisters of Silence, retaining only the part that maintained the minimum operation of the Black Ship Fleet.

Because of the special properties of the soulless ones... or the "untouchables", any creature with a soul that gets close to them will feel constant pain and disgust. Therefore, the Sisters of Silence were not only expelled from Holy Terra, but they could not even stay in cities or planets with humans for a long time. They could only exile themselves in a remote place far away from human habitation.

Fu Qinghai suddenly understood.

With one hand, he dragged the Bluefang Chainsaw Sword out of the chest of an orc boss. The ensuing flesh and blood splattered all over his body and face, but he still looked forward. He just raised one arm, and the arm armor quickly transformed into a double-barreled melta cannon, which spewed out azure flames to melt a killing can that was rushing towards him, without even turning his head.

Fu Qinghai kicked a Squig away.

He rushed forward and asked loudly:

"Who do you belong to? What are you doing here?"

The silent nun raised her head and glanced at Fu Qinghai. She said nothing and continued to turn around and swing her sword to kill the orcs around her, as if she had turned a deaf ear to what he had just said.

What do you mean? Can't you hear me?

Fu Qinghai was stunned for a second.

Sister Silent cannot speak!

Then he immediately reacted.

So who was that young female voice that just spoke to me?

"Can you understand sign language?"

Fu Qinghai grabbed Tenzur over.

"I'm sorry, Khan, I haven't learned that."

The think tank director shook his head.

"Hiss…Ah!"

His face suddenly turned extremely pale, with beads of sweat running down his cheeks. Staring at the woman in dark gold armor holding a sword in front of the Khan, Tenjur said in a difficult voice:

"I feel very uncomfortable, Khan, can you..."

"You go first, Tenjur."

Fu Qinghai pointed behind him and shouted:

"You guys, retreat with me!"

Sister Silent nodded and passed him.

Danzhuer covered his head and ran very fast. The think tank director had completely lost his combat ability at this moment and had to leave the soulless force field immediately. Otherwise, not only would his psychic powers be unusable, he would not be able to participate in the battle as a normal Astartes and might even suffer brain trauma.

The pressure on Fu Qinghai suddenly doubled. He also wanted to find the biggest orc warlord and behead him, so that the morale of the greenskins would collapse. But he still had to cover the evacuation of five silent sisters in the crowd of thousands of troops, and he had no time to spare. As the fortress was breached, a large number of orcs crowded in again. The iron halo was immune to small-caliber long-range weapons, and the surrounding orcs rushed up with giant pincers, iron claws and machetes.

But he was not panicked at all, fighting had become his instinct, even when he was surrounded. He was like a well-functioning and highly efficient orc elimination program, in the chaotic battlefield, while distracting himself to protect the Sister of Silence, he was still killing in an orderly manner.

"Watch your left, sir!"

The young female voice sounded in my ears again.

Fu Qinghai drew out the Blue Blade from his waist and swung it to the left without even looking. The Storm Boy, who was descending from the sky with a rocket on his back, was smoothly cut into two pieces. To his right, a tall and graceful figure passed by his elbow, kneeling down, and stabbed a Squig with a large bundle of detonators and explosives tied to its body with a long sword, then picked it up and threw it out.

"boom--"

Squig exploded in mid-air.

Blow up the group of orc boys below.

Only then did Fu Qinghai notice that the young silent nun with the clear and pleasant voice was the one in charge of covering the rear guard among the five people, staying at the end to cover the evacuation of other teammates.

"Watch your head!"

Fu Qinghai spoke up to remind him.

He lifted up a strong orc, just in time to block a grenade from a distance. The orc in his hand instantly broke into pieces, and blood soaked his armor.

"Right, sir!"

The silent sister beside him shouted.

Fu Qinghai drew his sword again, spun it around, and suddenly turned around. The Blue Fang and the Blue Blade thrust upwards together, stabbing a heavily armored boss who was rushing over from the side into an "X" shape.

Fu Qinghai pulled back his knife and sword with a clang.

The heavily armed boss who was armed to the teeth suddenly fell apart.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a bunch of fluttering light-colored short blond hair flashing past his field of vision. The young Sister of Silence killed a scarred boy who came over at the same moment she spoke. He didn't see the face of the Sister of Silence clearly, but this discovery still made him a little disappointed.

Not Faye.

Faye's hair was chestnut-colored.

"Why are you allowed to talk, Sister?"

Fu Qinghai asked casually. He and the young Sister of Silence were almost back to back, swinging their swords and fighting while moving around, slaughtering countless beasts in the blink of an eye.

"I am a novice nun."

Sister Silent took the time to answer in the midst of her fierce chopping:

"So no need to observe the Tranquility Oath, sir."

"There's a strike cruiser overhead."

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession.

"Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!"

The three special forces guys' heads exploded.

"So don't worry, reinforcements will arrive soon."

The bolt pistol turned into particles and retracted into the arm armor.

"Yes, sir."

Sister Silent struggled to pull out her sword from the corpse, staggered to her feet, and panted:

"Thank you for your help, thank you very much. Can we...can we know your unit number?"

"Iron Pagoda Regiment, Qingshan Nayan Khan."

Fu Qinghai glanced around and said lightly.

He seemed to hear the roar of the Thunderhawk gunboat.

"Yes, sir."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An orc warlord, as big as a dreadnought, pushed aside the gradually thinning green tide and strode forward. The two men moved their feet almost at the same time and quickly switched positions with great tacit understanding. Fu Qinghai faced the orc warlord, while the Sister of Silence behind him faced the other orcs. With a deafening roar, a giant hydraulic steel clamp fell from the sky, and then smashed on the chainsaw sword, unable to move forward, and the saw teeth drilled sparks in the gap of the steel clamp.

"And you, what's your name, Sister?"

Fu Qinghai asked as he puffed up his arms.

"My name is Faye, sir."

The Sister of Silence replied calmly from behind.

What???

Fu Qinghai's arms went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

He used all his strength to press down the hilt of the chainsaw, took a horse stance, and sank his qi into his dantian. The saw teeth got stuck in the gap between the steel clamps, and he actually pulled the orc warlord to the ground. Fu Qinghai ignored the orc warlord in front of him, turned around, raised his hand, pulled off his helmet, and pulled the silent sister's shoulders hard, staring at her face, looking at the familiar eyebrows on the mask.

It's her, it's her, it's that face!

The face that haunted him.

Sister Silent was also stunned.

"A Luo!?"

Just two simple syllables.

An ordinary, mundane name for an orphaned boy from the Hive.

Feiyi stood there as if petrified.

I was surprised and delighted when I first met you, and I was also excited when I stayed with you for a long time.

Seeing the girl appear in front of him again, Fu Qinghai felt his two hearts pounding wildly. He had forgotten that he was in the middle of a battlefield. All the broken limbs, smoke and explosions, and blood-stained battlefields were far away from him... It was the breeze, the sunset, the heartbeat, and it was irreplaceable. At this moment, he had a dreamlike feeling of "the sun sets into the bright starry sky, the world is suddenly late, and the mountains and rivers are already in autumn."

What Chaos Warmaster and what Human Emperor.

At this moment it no longer matters.

"Ugh...damn shrimp...canned food!"

The orc warlord behind him was struggling to get up, covering his face. He took off the damaged hydraulic pliers and raised his other arm high. On his palm were three rotating circular saws connected in parallel, and he was about to chop down. However, the man and woman in front of him still only had eyes for each other. They stared at each other quietly and had no time to pay attention to anything happening around them.

"Khan, be careful!"

A battle truck was thrown over from a distance.

"Bang!"

The orc warlord was knocked to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Hoo-hum-boom! boom! boom! boom!"

The distinctive sound of the Thunderhawk gunship's battle cannon rang out overhead, and pillars of earth exploded around the orc warlord. Then a cannonball hit him directly in the head, and it exploded like a rotten watermelon, and his mountain-like body lay motionless on the barren and desolate hard ground.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai held Feiyi tightly in his arms.

......

　1. I couldn't write a better encounter scene, and that's the limit of an author of my level.

(End of this chapter)