I have served for 15 years, and I have fought a lot of battles, but the scale of the wars I have participated in has always been limited, and I have not had the opportunity to see any legendary weapons such as volcanoes, and all I have seen are conventional weapons. Of the conventional weapons of the Imperial Guard, the most powerful is, in my opinion, the ground-moving artillery.

The ground cannon is not a specialized artillery, but a special shell fired from a petrified lizard cannon, which can be called horrific and outrageous. Instead of using shock waves and fragments to kill and injure the enemy like conventional artillery shells, it burrows into buildings or underground, producing a terrifying effect like an earthquake, and all the nondescript concrete fortifications within a radius of nearly a kilometer will collapse like sand, and even if the soldiers hide in the roofless fortifications, if they lie on the ground, they will be shocked to death and bleed to death. If the explosion just before us had not been a base conventional shell, but a ground-moving shell, not many of the people present would have been spared.

In addition to their terrifying power, ground-moving artillery shells also have an extremely high price - when it is not right to say that the price is not right as an armament, here it is the difficulty of obtaining it. Once, when I served in an armored regiment to participate in a war, in just half a month, the rear supplied us with more than 30 Riemann Ruth tanks, almost as much as the battle damage was replenished, but only three of the ten ground-moving shells we applied for were approved, and only one actually arrived, and the other two did not know whether the logistics department drifted away or the brother troops went away. It is said that many of the casting worlds of the main tank empire can be provided, but only one can produce ground-moving cannonballs - Mars, the nest of the Cult of the Mechanicus.

What's going on in the Melved system? I can't help but feel a little worried when I think about it. The ship's supplies were enough to fight a medium-intensity war, and ten ground-moving shells could almost cut half of the sacred mountain in my hometown, which bears the same name as mine, if fired in one go. What's even more terrifying is that there are also plasma torpedoes, which can only be used by the navy...... I've worked so hard to get a chance to recuperate, and I won't be drawn into a war for some reason, right?

Well, it doesn't matter if you get involved in the war, haven't you survived it all these years? The only thing I was afraid of was that the war would happen in my hometown. My dear ones, the barbarians who use rock and wood as weapons, they cannot stop the fire of lasers and cannons.

I thought about it for a moment, and then I felt something struggle in my hand, and then I realized that the crew member was still being shaken by my clothes.

"Find me the ground-moving cannonballs!" I repeat my command.

The crew turned their heads to look at the captain standing aside, "This...... You have to ask the captain first......"

I rubbed it! She can requisition supplies even if she is a little major, but can't I be a lieutenant colonel? Do you have to ask the major first?

I didn't bother to bother with his little soldier, so I used my psionic energy to probe directly in his mind and get the answer, so I threw him away, walked straight to the container I needed, and pulled out my power sword to break the door open.

Sylvia couldn't take it anymore and flew to my side, "Hey, this is the Wehrmacht's supplies. ”

"Am I not a defender?"

"I've lost enough!"

"It's okay to have a few more, right? Besides, I, a lieutenant colonel, don't even have the qualifications to use a few shells? ”

"But what use do you want these infantry weapons? Can you sink enemy ships with them? ”

How can this child speak? Take the defense force as not a soldier? Take infantry artillery and not artillery? Feelings: Only the weapons of your navy can fight space warfare, right? …,

Truth be told, her questioning made a lot of sense. Even the indestructible ground-moving shells that attack the city on the ground are useless in the face of the perverted armor of the battleship that is tens of meters thick. What's more, ground-moving artillery shells are used for siege cities, and they can't even hit tanks. But it depends on who uses it and how it is used. In the hands of a genius psyker like me, hum......

I turned around to glare at her, but I couldn't open it from the bright flashlight in her hand. So I grabbed her hand and twisted it to the inside of the container.

Using psionic touch, I can only make out where there are obstacles and where there are people, but I can't make out what it is, and in this case I can still rely on the naked eye. With the light of the flashlight, I found what I needed very easily. Among the boxes with variegated markings, there are only a few with eye-catching Mechanicus and Martian markings, and it's hard to make a mistake.

I let go of the Major's hand and walked sideways into the aisle inside the container, carefully picking up the two boxes and tucking them under my armpits. These treasures are so precious and dangerous that I don't even dare to use psionic energy. It's also a shame that there is no gravity here, otherwise I would have barely moved one of these big guys with a net weight of more than 70 kilograms.

Seeing that she couldn't convince me, Sylvia left with a huff. That's right, you're going to do a suicide attack later, why do you care about so many things?

When I opened the box, I was lying in a pile of shockproof packing, and sure enough, it was a round and shiny cannonball, and I almost drooled when I saw it.

As a soldier, who doesn't love a guy who is big enough to be powerful? Over the years since I joined the army, I have already mastered almost all the light and heavy weapons that a single soldier can handle, but due to some of the inglorious history of the early years of service, the higher military department directly made a conspicuous mark in my file prohibiting me from making any vehicles, and the petrified lizard artillery, which was often manned by the Chimera, also forbade me to approach. Although I have always loved cannons, I have no idea how real cannons operate. The weapons I've ever used are the small-caliber rapid-fire cannons of the heavy weapons squad.

Shells don't go off like grenades and throw them out, they each have extremely elaborate safety devices, and only a truly professional artilleryman knows how to use them. And the geodynamic cannonball from Mars is an expensive and almost sacred item, and even artillery is not qualified to master, and it requires a more comprehensive mechanical priest to get it. And due to the different principles of explosion, ground-moving shells can not be directly detonated at high temperatures like conventional shells.

"Ahh I call my mechanical minions. He's a professional technician from Mars and should know that. But there was no answer after a few calls, and I remembered that Ah Da had just run out of energy and couldn't move.

I looked around, and it just so happened that one of the two ship-accompanying mechanical priests brought by Sylvia had already finished preparing the torpedo and had nothing to do. I reached out and grabbed him, pulled him directly to my side, and pointed to the box on the ground, "Adjust this for me." ”

"Huh? Ground-moving shells? "The mechanics of the Cult of the Mechanics are naturally knowledgeable, and I was secretly happy, but his next sentence made me very depressed, "I am a mechanical priest stationed in the navy, and I don't know how to use the equipment of the defense forces. ”

Thankfully, these half-human, half-mechanical monsters don't have such a function as emoticons, otherwise I would have thought he was representing the Navy and our defense forces.

I can't detect the iron-headed minds of them, who don't think in normal human language at all, but in a special binary language. However, I've heard that the mechanics don't know how to lie, and only deliberately withhold information. I guess maybe he came from some miscellaneous brand casting world and didn't understand the authentic technology of Mars at all. I haven't been to Mars for further study, which is a great shame for the people of the Cult of the Mechanicus. …,

"So, can you help me fix my mechanical servants?" I make one more request.

"As you wish." He bowed and retired.

Actually, sometimes I envy these cyborgs, I have to lie in the hospital bed for a long time when I am injured, and they just need to replace the broken parts.

I saw that the mechanical priest stretched out a mechanical appendage with a probe and sparked a few electric sparks at Ah Da, and Ah Da staggered to his feet. As soon as I saw it, I said that I would do it myself, and psionic lightning is just the basic skill of psionic beings, but I rarely use it as a strength specialty. But when I think about it, it seems that my lightning has disabled the machinery very easily, and it is really too difficult to revive the paralyzed machinery.

It's easy to have Ah Da here, after all, he is from a Martian class, and he doesn't even have the usual prayers and rituals, and he completed the whole set of operations in a few seconds with the wave of his eight arms, and then he asked: "Do you want to adjust to impact trigger mode or delay detonation mode?" ”

The trigger mode is not something that can be detonated by a simple collision, it must have the normal speed of the shell, not to mention what if it falls to the ground after throwing it over? What if it's a gravity-free environment over there, just like here?

"Delayed detonation, ten seconds." I say.

"Ten seconds? Confirm the order? "Ah Da rarely doubted once. After all, once something as dangerous as a ground-moving cannonball is activated, if it can't be thrown out of the ship within ten seconds, the entire ship will be destroyed.

"Confirm the order!"

So Ah Da made another operation on the shell, and then asked, "What's next?" ”

Doesn't it mean that the people of the Cult of the Machine God have no feelings? How can I tell you seem to be shaking?

I picked up the cannonball, and while thinking about it for a few seconds, I walked towards the sigil of Xinliezhi, which was not far away. When you count to five, you put the cannonball into the mark.

There was a fluctuation of energy in the subspace, and then the shells disappeared. Great, the teleportation array is still working.

Four, three, two, one--

Unfortunately, I don't see the earth shaking when the shells explode. But in the subspace, I could see an infinite number of souls—about five or six thousand, the size of a regiment—that burned instantly, and then extinguished. Although it was only some of the most fragile and humble souls, such a large number of them together made for a very conspicuous light.

It made me a little excited. I've been in the army for fifteen years, and my achievements in this moment are actually higher than the sum of the previous fifteen years!

If it were on the ground, it would be nice if a single earth-moving artillery shell could kill a company, after all, no one was stupid, and no one dared to put on an excessively dense formation in the face of heavy firepower. How many people must be crowded into that battleship of Chaos?

No matter how many people were there, there are definitely not many left, and whether the performance of the battleship can be fully utilized in the future is a big question.

Unfortunately, the ground-moving artillery shells are only weapons against buildings on the ground, and they are still not powerful against steel creations. Being able to kill a large number of crew members at once is already a bonus, and the damage to the ship itself is not estimated to be very large. But in any case, it is a victory to reduce the enemy's strength, and at least with a lot of people, Sylvia's attack will not encounter too many working melee guns.

While I was cheering for my victory, Ah Da called out to me again, "Lieutenant Colonel, another shell has also been debugged, and it will also detonate with a delay of ten seconds." ”

Turning around, my mechanical servant was holding the remaining cannonball, looking at me expectantly, wanting me to perform the trick of turning the cannonball into a cannonball again. I hurriedly went to look at the Chaos Mark, but it was empty, and the mark that had emitted an ominous red light had long since been extinguished......

The Emperor is above! I finally understand why the Cult of the Mechanicus is so powerful and yet has to be subservient to the Emperor......