Chapter 177 A corner at the top of the tower

Chapter 177 A corner at the top of the tower

The red laser of the laser cannon swept across the battlefield. The shells of the combat cannon burst out of the barrel with high temperatures. The roar of the main gun brought death. A Sentinel mecha that was accidentally hit, the cabin and the pilot inside Evaporated together.

The Leman Rust tank, which fired in time, greatly relieved the pressure faced by Fu Qinghai.

The standard model of Sentinel mecha can be equipped with heavy explosive bombs or logging guns on the side, while special models can be equipped with chainswords or lifting arms.

The logging gun is okay. The logging gun is essentially a large-caliber automatic cannon. It has a fast rate of fire and poor armor-piercing ability. Unless it happens to hit something like goggles, it cannot penetrate the Blue Shell Power Armor.

But the heavy explosive bombs are different. Compared with the .75-caliber standard explosive bombs, the 1.0-caliber heavy explosive bombs are more powerful and have stronger penetration. In the blink of an eye, Fu Qinghai was hit by at least three heavy explosive bombs. Hit at the same time, the arm armor and shoulder armor were all shattered, and the thickest shoulder armor was cracked. This was the result of his quick and timely dodge.

The defensive power of the Blue Shell Power Armor is much higher than that of the MK4 Extreme Power Armor, but it has not yet achieved essential innovation and breakthrough.

Fortunately, the moment Fu Qinghai gave the order to fire, several Leman Russ tanks released their smoke tubes. After a few "bang bang bang" sounds, the smoke bombs trailed across the curve, ejected in all directions and landed, thick white. Smoke enveloped the battlefield, obscuring Fu Qinghai's figure.

This was the standard procedure for the Imperial Guard's infantry and tanks to fight together. Cyril was timid, but he was not stupid either.

Thick smoke covered the main road and the ravines on both sides. In the white fog of war, yellow firelight and red lasers lit up from time to time. The Leman Rusttank with a thermal imaging sighting system continued to fire in the smoke.

The fast-moving space warrior stirs up the thick fog, and the ghostly figure disappears and appears. The red light of the eyepiece swims in the fog. Whenever he appears next to the Sentinel mecha, he is accompanied by the buzz of the chain saw. , and the sharp and harsh sound of metal tearing, a Sentinel mecha must fall down.

Facing the bomb head-on, the Sentinel mecha was no match for the Leman Rusttank. After Humphrey Bentham's death, the second regiment was ready to retreat. The Sentinel mechas on both sides stepped forward, turned their bodies and retreated. Plan to use the complex terrain to escape the pursuit of the first regiment.

But Fu Qinghai had no intention of letting them go.

If viewed from a high altitude, the Sentinel mechas looked like a group of ostriches fleeing in the rolling hills, being chased by a Space Marine who was much smaller than them holding a sword.

Fu Qinghai ran quickly with his sword in hand. When he encountered ravines and boulders, he jumped up directly. The air backpack spurted out airflow and flames to help Fu Qinghai cross the obstacles. Like a tiger pounced on food, the huge impact knocked down the Sentinel mecha in front. The crashed and fallen fuselage plowed two tunnels in the soil... Fu Qinghai stood up, pulled out the blood-stained chain sword from the toppled cabin, and then turned to look at the next unlucky guy who was running away. .

Space Marines have plasma guns, melta cannons, deflagration guns... They have all kinds of anti-vehicle weapons, but have you ever seen a man wielding a chainsword and slashing at mechas?

It's too reckless, I can't afford to offend him.

The fighting on both sides of the main road has died down, and the thick fog gradually dissipated.

Cyril leaned out of the car roof hatch, took out his binoculars and looked at Fu Qinghai who was frantically chasing him in the distance. He sighed and said:

"One man and one sword can defeat thousands of enemies. He is worthy of being the legendary Astartes. He is the most brave in the world. He must be like this."

Just a space warrior who explores the path in the early stage is so powerful, so how terrifying must the space fleet behind him be?

When Cyril thought of this, he couldn't help but feel glad that he was not on the wrong team.

Soon, after all the loyalists of the Bentham family were killed by Fu Qinghai, the remaining Sentinel mechas turned off their engines and knelt down. The pilot raised his hands and stepped out of the cabin to express surrender.

When the soldiers who got off the Chimera armored personnel carrier came to the hills in search formation with laser guns, what they saw was the mecha pilots with their hands raised and kneeling in a circle, surrounded by them In the middle is a little armored giant holding a chainsword, his armor is charred and broken, and his eyepieces are scarlet and cold.

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"What's your target next, sir? Is it the Arsonists or the Punishers?"

Cyril asked Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai gently wiped Qingzhiya's sword with a rag. After wiping, he threw down the blood-stained rag, inserted the chain sword back into his waist, and said:

"Those are two infantry regiments without armored vehicles. They pose no threat to me. I'll leave them to you to deal with. I have more important things to do."

Cyril felt sincere admiration at this moment:

In fact, I think these two groups with armored vehicles are not much of a threat to you.

Lieutenant Colonel Cyril nodded and took over the task.

The "Arsonist" regiment is stationed in the main nest. Tanks and armored vehicles cannot enter, so we won't consider it for the time being. The number of nobles supervising the "punishment" regiment is small, and they have to be distracted to suppress the criminals. It is not a concern at all. The tanks can drive over and persuade them to surrender.

Just as Fu Qinghai said, Cyril moved all the mecha fuel from the "Walker" regiment's station and injected it into the fuel tank of the Leman Rust tank, and the armored troops rumbled on the road again.

Fu Qinghai's gaze was directed towards the majestic black city like a mountain range in the distance, with dense light spots scattered among it, rivers of sewage flowing down like waterfalls, and countless poisonous smoke pillars flowing into the clouds. The spiked tower reaches the top of the clouds with no end in sight.

…

Schwerin Hive, spire area.

Above the turbulent sea of ​​white clouds, cloud waves roll and clouds pile up, curling, undulating, and dissipating all the time.

The sun is always shining here, the sky is always clear, and the vague outline of the spaceport can be seen in the blue sky above.

This is a huge conference room. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass is bright and spotless, offering a panoramic view of the boundless sea of ​​white clouds outside the window.

Murals composed of gold, silver and lapis lazuli are alternately inlaid from floor to ceiling. Under the thick red velvet curtains, there are gold tassels hanging. The patterns on the floor radiate outward from the conference table. Spread out on the floor, the outlines form a gorgeous picture.

Wealth and light complement each other, making the whole room fall into a state of luxury. The operation panel and display screen of the conference table are almost overshadowed by the visual impact of these decorations.

A skinny old man sat on the seat next to the conference table. He sat alone, quietly watching the white sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

Yes, there is only one person, because the service servitor standing aside does not count as a person.

The black dress on the servitor's body, the fine twill fabric, and the exquisite bronze buttons are enough to make the poor people in the lower nest jealous. Most of its chest has been replaced by a cocktail making machine, and a row of exquisite brass faucets rise from the chest. He stretched out his hands, holding a tray with crystal goblets inside.

There are four detectors inlaid on the front, back, left and right of its head, allowing it to observe words and expressions in all directions and capture the tiniest voice information, without missing any guest's needs. At this moment, the servitor's simple and confused brain does not quite understand the old man's thoughts. Fragmentary words——

He stroked the corner of the conference table with his fingers and whispered to himself:

"Gladys...Cyril...what do you want to tell me..."

"The Astartes emerging from the Underhive...the sudden rise of the Spartan Gang..."

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The servitor's wetware brain was a little unable to turn around. It didn't know whether the old man was giving it some kind of order, or some kind of drink recipe that it couldn't understand. The delicate and dexterous mechanical fingers lifted and put down, and it tried to follow Search the memory for answers.

Gladys...Gladys Sommerfeld.

A picture image corresponds to the servitor's memory.

The light gray hair unique to the Sommerfeld family is combed into a high bun and fixed by hairpins. The hair on the side of the ears is coiled into delicate curls. The tip of the nose is upright, and the lips are plump and smooth. However, the three-dimensional mandible line and the corners of the mouth are always turned downward, full of contempt and disdain for the people and things around him.

Cyril...Cyril Sommerfeld.

A middle-aged man with a fair complexion, wearing a military uniform, without a beard, and with gray-white hair neatly combed back. Even in a tank camp full of oil stains, he still has to stay clean and tidy.

This is information stored in the servitor's memory so that it can recognize distinguished family members as quickly as possible, as well as their respective tastes and hobbies.

The two nouns in the old man's mouth corresponded to the information in the memory.

There was only one term that particularly confused the servitor.

Astartes...

what does that mean?

The name of a wine?

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Schwerin Nest City, the passageway from the lower nest to the upper nest.

The Spartan gang led by Koshvito is confronting the Hive City Marshals.

A dozen bailiffs wearing iron-gray fully enclosed bulletproof armor and holding concussive batons, concussive carbines and combat shotguns carefully and cautiously surrounded the Spartans in the middle.

This is a very rare scene.

The Hive City Marshals are more like the planetary governor's private army than a police force. They never pay attention to civilized law enforcement and gentle persuasion. Once the bailiffs catch the slightest sign of crime, they will quickly and fiercely Use extreme violence to suppress.

For the hive city bailiffs, no matter Black or White, Nobody Lives Matter, they often raid entire settlements for no reason.

The reason why this group of people are so cautious now is all because of the behavior of Koshvito who just knocked away three bailiffs with his bare hands.

They saw the weapon on Kirshvitto's magnetic hook.

However, he didn't even take out his weapon.

This is even more troublesome for the bailiffs.

"The lair is no place for people like you, man."

A bailiff said in a deep voice, a rough voice coming from the helmet, slightly rough and muddy.

"We don't care if you fight and kill in the lower nest, but if you insist on going to the upper nest, even if you pass our level, the arsonists of the Schwerin Corps will be waiting for you up there."

The bailiff threatened fiercely.

Kirshvitto said:

"We have an agreement with the Sommerfeld family that we can go to the nest."

The Chaodu bailiff said:

"I've never received an order like this...wait a minute."

The bailiff suddenly pressed the communication device next to his ear and whispered something. Then he raised his head, glanced at Koshvitto, and after confirming again and again, he finally reluctantly moved away and said:

"You can pass."

The gang members behind Koshvito all showed expressions of disbelief, but Koshvito's face hidden under the golden mask just smiled.

This was all part of his and Fu Qinghai's plan.

…

Along with the blowing air waves and flying dust, a newly painted Valkyrie transport plane slowly stopped in front of Fu Qinghai.

With the nose of a Hind and the tail of an A10, just like the Stormbird landing craft, the Valkyrie transport aircraft has an overall appearance with sharp edges and straight and rigid lines, but it is also a special flying vehicle for the Imperial Guard.

There is a double-headed Sky Eagle emblem on the fuselage, and next to it is the emblem of the Sommerfeld family. The Valkyrie transport aircraft has the iconic downward curved wings. There are no rocket nests or air-to-ground missiles mounted under the wings. It is completely empty. .

The transport plane was about to stop, and the turbofan on its back had not yet completely stopped. An officer walked out of the cabin, saluted Fu Qinghai, and then said:

"Dear Lord Astarte, the current patriarch of the Sommerfeld family, Valentin Sommerfeld, invites you to go to the top of the tower to speak."

Fu Qinghai thought about it in his mind.

The Planetary Garrison Schwerin Corps has ceased to exist in name only: the strongest first regiment has pledged its allegiance to itself, the unsteady second regiment has lost its organizational structure, the weakest third regiment has all surrendered, and the fourth regiment is stationed in the main nest. Urban attitudes are unknown.

The largest military force on the surface of the Schwerin Nest City has basically been taken care of by itself.

It's time for a showdown with the nobles at the top.

I just didn't expect that the Sommerfeld family would come to greet me so quickly.

What about the frigate?

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Brothers, I have a yellow code today... According to them, I need to take a nucleic acid test every three days to turn green. This chapter will make a transition first.