There were a few pagan suicide attacks on the way to the assembly, and although the frenzied attitude of the infidels covered in explosives caused some shock to the crew behind me, it didn't work for me at all, just kill one of them with a pistol and the explosives on his body would take out the rest for me. Sometimes they would rush a little closer, or the explosives would be a little more powerful, and the shock wave of flesh and blood would inevitably reach us, but most of them followed behind the sacrificial chariots, and the nuns in armor walked in front, and few were injured by this.

The nuns, on the other hand, had to stop and wipe their chariots frequently, and I had to use the authority of the officers several times to urge them to act.

It seems that Chaos is really running out of skills? Why hasn't their main force shown up yet? Once we've assembled and have an overwhelming superiority in manpower and firepower, they'll have no chance.

Or are they trying to wait for us to assemble and catch them all? It is true that in a ground war, it is taboo to gather a large number of troops in a small area, and everything is completely destroyed by heavy artillery bombardment once. But is it possible for the enemy to have someone like me who can wield heavy firepower?

The possibility cannot be ruled out, the enemy has an advantage over us when it comes to spellcasters. Large, lethal spells that are not necessarily less effective than artillery strikes. So, did I make this plan to get the team together right in the hands of the enemy?

I've always liked to think about everything, or I'm suspicious, so I'm usually only a staff officer, not a decision-maker. The emperor's quotations say that thinking leads to doubt, and doubts guide to fall......

When I walked to the door of Hangar No. 1 with more than 20 people and a tank, there was already another team of people waiting.

A team of people I know best. Although they were dressed in a variety of attire, and most of them were not wearing normal Imperial Defense Force uniforms, I could still clearly identify their temperament, they were from our Defense Army.

At this moment, I felt like I was back at home, with my familiar family.

But obviously, they didn't think of me when they saw me. Most of them just looked at us silently, and then went back to their old sluggishness. A few of them moved their positions, making way for us. No one showed any interest in me, dressed in a crisp officer's uniform and full of medals.

Veteran! That was my first reaction when I saw them.

All of them are at least 30 years old, and some are even more than 40 years old, and each of them has more than 10 years of combat experience, as ordinary soldiers have the habit of joining the army at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Some of them were wrapped in tight carapace armor and their faces were hidden behind their masks, while others wore only a thin military uniform, with open shoulders or even shirtless, and I could make out the signs of their injuries by their posture and movements, even for those who were tightly wrapped. Most of them are mutilated, and parts such as electronic eyes and mechanical prosthetics abound - in a normal defense force, only veterans who have proven their skill and courage during their long combat careers occasionally have the opportunity to be equipped with mechanical prostheses, and these veterans with high-value mechanical bodies, known as Iron Hand soldiers, are integrated into the most elite combat units, such as in key positions such as the commander's honor guard.

We approached them with the rumbling of chariots, and there was a strange silence on their side. Everyone was silent, mostly closing their eyes. These veterans who fought out of the sea of corpses and blood all knew when to shout and fight, when to kill in silence, and when to sit down and recover. …,

However, I still have the rank of lieutenant colonel, do you see that I don't even have the time to take the initiative to salute? Although veterans and non-commissioned officers with sufficient qualifications do have the ability to put on music, and officers such as lieutenants can wait for the other party to salute first, but I am a real lieutenant colonel. And in terms of seniority, I'm not bad at all, after all, soldiers in ordinary armies have a long period of recuperation after fighting a battle, and I, I'm transferred from one legion to another, and before I can get acquainted with it, my colleagues are first familiar with the enemy! When it comes to combat experience, despite the fact that I have only served for fifteen years, those veterans who have been in the army for 20 years have not necessarily fought more battles than I have - oh, definitely not as many as me.

So when I walked up to them and lowered my head and looked at them coldly, these people gradually became less calm. Some people unconsciously shake their bodies like bugs are crawling on their bodies, while others move farther away. One of them raised his face, glanced at me with an electronic eye, and raised his hand as a salute, "This, sir, we are a direct subordinate unit of the Inquisition, so we don't need to salute according to the law." ”

The next moment, he froze. I guess the medallions on my chest blinded his animatronic eyes.

The Silver Double-Headed Eagle, the Gold-Bottomed Iron Double-Headed Eagle, the Black Winged Skeleton, the Triple Skeleton, the Laurel Skeleton, the Black Shield Skeleton, and the Legion Laurel Insignia of more than ten legions, all of these are not things that can be mixed up by officers who sit in the office of the Ministry of Military Affairs and mix seniority, this is a real honor that belongs to those front-line veterans, and it can only be exchanged for after nearly surviving battles again and again. I'm sure each of them has a few of these medals to a greater or lesser extent, and some of them even weigh more, but there will never be one as varied and widespread as I am. Not to mention anything else, which of these veterans from ordinary soldiers can fight in more than a dozen legions like me and get the legion's exclusive laurel insignia?

Veterans don't care about rank, only respect strength, and I've already expressed the qualifications to impress them, so it seems necessary to show off my strength next.

I yelled, "Stand up! ”

They are all veterans, and they can usually be casual and not do anything right, but they will never be ambiguous in carrying out orders. More than 30 people jumped up from the ground in an instant, and in less than five seconds, they were lined up in two horizontal rows in front of me. However, the slight flaw is that it is not arranged in the order of tall and short, and it looks like it has not been trained in a queue for a long time.

"You, out of the ranks!" I gestured to the guy who had just greeted me, "Name?" ”

Without hesitation, he strode out, "Sergeant Major Terry Frank Ward!" "The large, bald head covered in burns was shiny, and a piece of scalp was missing on one side, revealing a shinier steel skull.

"Give me your gun!"

He took another step forward and took off the Hellgun from his shoulder, along with the battery backpack on his back, and handed it to me, his eyes flashing red condescendingly, with an unfriendly look.

A well-made MK2S Inferno Gun, the standard weapon of the elite Kashezin in the Kadian, is visibly well-maintained and ready to be fired.

The Hell Gun has a greater power and range than ordinary laser rifles, and the rate of fire is much faster, and it is the main weapon of the elite troops, and most of the squads in front of them are equipped with this kind of weapon, but the models are different, presumably according to the habits of their original troops.

I picked up the gun with one hand and fired three shots at the half-cut corpse of the Chaos Space Marines a hundred meters away in the hallway, all three of them hit the same point, but only the third shot pierced through the broken power armor, blasting the corpse inside into a cloud of blood mist. Actually, the armor-piercing ability of the Hell Gun is not as weak as it looks, but I chose the thickest shoulder armor part of the armor. …,

The other side looked expressionlessly, noncommittal about my shooting at fixed targets and whipping corpses. Of course, I'm not here to show marksmanship.

"The Inquisition gave you a sissy weapon? The enemy won't give you a second shot. I said with a sneer.

A look of anger crossed his face, and I could hear the mechanical joints of his right hand rattling. If it weren't for the medallion that blocked most of his chest, he would have pounced on me and punched me.

I beckoned backwards, called a crew member, took the heavy explosive machine gun in his hand, and shook it in front of him with a full eighty kilograms of ammunition in one hand, "I guess this is the weapon you are most familiar with, right?" Even the model is the most used by our Kadian. ”

I gave him back the hell gun, and held the machine gun and fired three single shots at the other half of the corpse in the distance, breaking it to pieces, "Look at this stamina, listen to this voice, this is the guy you use." What, do you want it or not? ”

"Yes, sir!" He roared hoarsely, and a pair of electronic eyes were radiating essence, eager to rush up and take it away the next moment.

"Take it if you want." I handed him the heavy bomb gun, and he quickly put the battery pack and hell gun back on his back, and solemnly accepted it with both hands. Even though he's a head taller than me, it's still a little too hard to fiddle with this big guy with one hand.

"Don't live up to the divine weapon that the Emperor has given you, at least don't hang up until you run out of bullets." I finished in a low voice, and then saluted. He immediately wanted to return the salute, but his hands couldn't come out, so he had to pay attention to the salute in return.

It took five seconds to admire his embarrassment with a straight face before I relieved him with a "join the line".

By this time, Terry's original calm and calm demeanor had long since disappeared, and his scarred face smiled as if it was about to bloom, oblivious to the envious and hateful gazes of his teammates around him.

I addressed them all: "If there are any of you who are good at using heavy weapons, I have several on my side. These crew members are not good at marksmanship, and they waste too many bullets, but they are strong enough to resist bullets for you. ”

Suddenly, more than 20 hands rose in the ranks.

"I want that automatic cannon!"

"Give it to me, I'm better at marksmanship!"

"Laser cannon, laser cannon!"

"I'm going to have a heavy blast too!"

"The Heavy Spitfire!" Someone came up with the idea of the nuns.

"Is there a bigger axe?" It's an outlier with a big axe in his shirtless arms.

They were arguing in a mess. If it weren't for the fact that he still retains the discipline of a soldier, he might have rushed up and taken it himself.

"Don't worry, don't worry." I started to smile, "I've got an entire arsenal of heavy weapons behind my back, and when they're landed, each of you will be able to get your favorite big guy." ”

"Yiershan, I haven't seen you become so bold after so many years? Someone who dares to dig up our Demon Inquisition? A hoarse female voice sounded not far from me, and I couldn't help but shudder.