Chapter 12 This Is a Transitional Episode
Fu Qihai and Wo Kuotai sat side by side on a steel plate on the top of the battleship, watching the busy residents below, the stars gradually set, and the setting sun drew two long silhouettes in front of them.
One big and one small.
"It's been a day, why haven't they come?" Fu Qihai asked.
Wo Kuotai calmly watched the busy scene below, and said indifferently: "The spaceship is a little far away from the planet, and they may also be confirming my identity."
"Your identity?"
"You know, psykers have some special methods."
special means? Hearing this, Fu Qihai looked at Wo Kuotai with eyes full of curiosity.
Wo Kuotai explained: "As far as I know, the chief storm seer of our legion, Sugai, can make a strong Astartes temporarily lose their memory, forget their purpose, and forget what just happened."
"Oh." Fu Qihai snorted, a little disappointed, he thought that the psykers of the Space Marine Legion could directly control a person's mind like Yuri.
Wo Kuotai's comrades may be worried that Wo Kuotai was temporarily brainwashed by the Legion Think Tank of the Son of Horus. There is such a possibility, but the probability is not high.
Fu Qihai couldn't think of the significance of a precious legion think tank appearing on a remote planet like Cheslatan.
The appearance of a Space Marine is news enough.
Even brainwashing can only last for a short period of time, and it is impossible to control a Space Marine for a long time.
Taking it a step further, the current Son of Horus, who used to be the Luna Wolf, clearly supported the Emperor’s decision to abolish the establishment of the think tank at the Kania Conference discussing the use of legion psykers. The proportion of think tank units is not high.
"Believe me, they will come soon." Wo Kuotai comforted.
Fu Qihai also had some expectations in his heart. He hoped that many of his doubts would be answered in the subsequent landing.
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In the distance, a white and red painted fixed-wing aircraft set off violent dust, and with the roar of the engine, the huge fuselage slowly descended.
Different from the streamlined aerodynamic shape that was popular with previous Earth spacecraft, this aircraft, apart from its huge size comparable to a space shuttle, has sharp edges and corners, straight and rigid lines, solid and thick armor, and is full of ferocious muscles.
The main wing is placed at the rear, and there are two duck wings next to the nose. The two types of wings are also strong, thick and angular. Two pairs of dark side double-mounted heavy explosives are exposed on the side of the fuselage.
If the fighter plane on Earth in the previous life was an elegant and slender lady, this behemoth is a muscular man armed to the teeth.
The Warhawk VI transport ship, also known as the Stormbird, is a common attack and transport ship of the Space Marine Corps, which can fly outside the atmosphere or within the atmosphere, and is usually used as a landing craft by the Space Marine Corps.
Fu Qihai has no objection to its appearance which looks very strong and durable, but is very un-aerodynamic. It is not necessary to consider the aerodynamic shape when flying outside the atmosphere, but when flying inside the atmosphere...
As we all know, as long as the power is sufficient, bricks can fly into the sky. Only those sissy aircraft with insufficient engine thrust need to consider the aerodynamic shape. Brainless and thrust is the essence of flying violent aesthetics (dog head).
Looking at the storm bird slowly descending in the distance, Fu Qihai's thoughts gradually jumped out of the universe itself.
The White Scars of the Fifth Legion is essentially the product of GW’s British screenwriters’ little knowledge of Mongolian culture. The setting of this legion draws heavily on the culture and systems of many grassland regimes including Mongolia, Jin, and Liao. Various popular cultures influence each other. As the second whip of God, the Mongol Empire is naturally mysterious, powerful and attractive in the minds of modern Europeans. ) is a good example.
But Europeans' love for Mongolian culture is more of a yearning for Ye Gong's love for dragons, and they don't really understand Mongolian culture. Mongolian culture is also a part of Chinese culture. As a Chinese, Fu Qihai has a deeper understanding of Mongolian Yuan than ordinary Europeans, but he thought about it carefully. The understanding of history and culture can't help him better integrate into the White Scars Army, and he has to rely more on trying to recall the development of the original plot to gain benefits.
After coming to a complete stop, the hatch on the belly of the Stormbird slowly opened, and Fu Qinghai pushed Wo Kuotai's wheelchair to meet him.
A tall silhouette emerged from the smoke that hadn't dissipated, and a pair of scarlet lights lit up, the eyepieces of the helmet of the Astartes battle armor.
The smoke dissipated, and a tall warrior in battle armor and a helmet walked down the hatch panel. He gently took off his helmet and put it on his waist, revealing a cropped, weather-beaten face. Looking at Wo Kuotai's empty lower body on the wheelchair, the original joy on his face gradually disappeared, and he said in a complicated tone:
"Wo Kuotai, my brother, are you okay?"
Wo Kuotai on the wheelchair stared at the tall warrior in front of him, suddenly laughed and opened his arms, saying, "Of course, Talar, I'm doing fine, never before!"
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In Calvin's cottage.
Two men who were huge and obviously different from ordinary people sat facing each other. There was no one else here, and even Calvin himself was kicked out of the living room.
"This is a worthless colonial planet. There is no time to establish an agricultural breeding factory. There is no food, fuel, materials, supplies, or population. Why do the Sons of Horus come here?" Talal asked.
"I don't know," Wo Kuotai pursed his lips, "but I have a guess."
"What guess?"
"They don't know either." Wo Kuotai finished speaking and poured a glass of wine into the glass.
"What do you mean? Oh, you mean..." Talal, who was sitting across from him, was taken aback for a moment before realizing it.
"That's right, this is a planet discovered and conquered by Expedition Fleet 17, not by us, nor by the Sons of Horus." After speaking, Wo Kuotai shook the amber wine in the glass, looked up Drank it down.
Smack, smack, Wo Kuotai continued: "Look, the Blood Angels have conquered a planet and marked it on the star map as a Terra-like planet suitable for the development of agriculture, and that's it. , they have no need and no way to inform other legions of the actual development of this planet."
"After all, the psychic communications of the astropaths are short, broken, and precious, and you know, they can't be used to convey such insignificant information."
"And when the Sons of Horus saw a planet marked as an agricultural world on the star map, what do you think they would do?"
"No matter what, they will take a look first." Talar affirmed.
Whether there are dates or not, let's talk about it.
"That's right, and then we ran into it by chance." After Wo Kuotai finished speaking, he pushed his wheelchair and walked towards the cabinet beside him.
"It's quite a drink. I didn't think any other planetary slop would interest me except Chogris' spirits. Maybe the loss of my legs changed my palate too, and I Gotta go find two more bottles in his locker."
"You bandit." Talal scolded with a smile, "To be honest, when you decided to lead the tactical team to jump gangs on the Griffon, we all thought you were crazy. Now that I can see you alive, I have already Feel very lucky.”
"We can't let any traitor go." Having said this, Wo Kuotai stopped rummaging, frowning, staring at the floor in front of him, as if recalling something painful, "I think of the sea All, thinking of Agil, I think of many of my brothers, they didn't die in the battle with the greenskins, but fell under the sword of their own people."
A trace of hatred flashed in Wo Kuotai's eyes, "I can't wait to catch up with our fleet now and go to Terra to fight the traitors to the death, for the Khan and the Emperor."
"You're right." Talal said in a deep voice, "But don't forget, we have a mission."
"I haven't forgotten." Wo Kuotai closed the cabinet and found nothing, "Needless to say, we're leaving now."
"But before I go, I have to bring someone with me."
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