There were five teleporters, and I hesitated to know which one to enter. If Ah Da was here, I should have listened to him.

The products provided by the Mechanicus are more trustworthy than my own psionic powers, but that trust is also hierarchical. The most trustworthy is the kind of pure machinery that does not have any circuits and is completely constructed of steel parts, and the combination of machinery and gunpowder will at most be jammed due to the quality of gunpowder, unless it is of extremely inferior quality will explode, so the safety performance is the highest. Laser weapons are also good, whether it is a rifle or a single artillery gun in service, it is very durable, as long as it is not fired when it is overheated, it will not blow itself up. The most dangerous are the mysterious plasma weapons, which only the bravest and most experienced veterans can operate, while others tend to subconsciously stay away from these people, because no one knows when the plasma gun will explode.

The devices in front of me, capable of tearing through the subspace and teleporting soldiers out, are utterly incomprehensible sorcery machines in my eyes, far superior to plasma weapons. Rather than leave my fate to them, I think my own psionic energy is more reliable. But soldiers, many times they can't be chosen by reason.

"Are you really going to join the first commandos too?" The old priest asked, standing beside me.

I still want to ask you, is it really okay for a person like Lao Cheng to be on the front line?

"I am the supreme commander of the assault operation. While I can't guarantee that I'll bring everyone back safely, I'll be the first to step into the battlefield and the last to leave. "This is the line I was going to give to the soldiers, but I had to whisper it to him after being robbed of it by the old priest.

"Come on, do you know the basic tactics of gang jumping?" Eurix also became quiet.

To be honest, I really don't understand. I've been involved in airborne operations, but it's still a ground battle, not the same as inside a battleship. But isn't that what fighting is all about? So I replied, "Of course, we'll rush in and kill every enemy we see." ”

"Well said," the old man laughed, "do you know which key positions to occupy, where it is easy to deploy troops, where to hold on, and where to open a landing ground for the follow-up troops?" ”

I really don't know, but someone will tell me, so I smiled incomprehensibly and followed the old priest into one of the teleporters.

The most tragic consequence is that the teleporter explodes and self-destructs, and if it is a little worse, it will throw people into the subspace turbulence, the first possibility is that I am dead, and the second is that as a psyker, I have the ability to run out of the subspace by myself, but it is difficult to predict where I will land in the real world, it may be the vast space where there is nowhere to stay, and the possibility of death is still very high......

Who called me a soldier......

Behind me was Ashwarya, and then a team of twenty men walked into the teleporter. Five teleporters were capable of delivering a hundred troops at a time, and these were the strongest young men selected, carrying an average of one heavy weapon for each of them, so to speak, a heavy assault group. In other words, in our defense forces, this kind of group follows the assault infantry from a distance to do fire support tasks, and no one is willing to place precious heavy weapons in the front line.

"Sir, what is our mission after landing?" The non-commissioned officer leading the team asked me.

The old priest was the first to reply: "Kill every enemy you see." The cultists of Chaos are easily recognizable. ”

Well, the answer that is completely correct and easy to understand and execute for the soldier.

When the preparations were made, the glass door of the device closed, and the old priest made a qiē ready gesture to the mechanical priest outside, which seemed to me more like a death sentence. …,

Watching the mechanical priest outside activate the device, and listening to the unknown sound of electricity and machinery emitting from the device, I felt the world spinning. This feeling is familiar to me, when I first learned to teleport spells, my control ability was not very high, and the moment of spatial confusion was also dizzy. In the last few years, I haven't had this problem with my own teleportation, and Eddie's teleportation has not had any side effects.

Since I am familiar with it, I am naturally the first to get rid of dizziness and return to normal. When the vision became clear again, the familiar gravity of the environment let me know that I was on the Redemption of Heresy.

It seems to be a hangar, a large space, and the lighting is somewhat dim. Around me, an unknown number of heretics seem to be performing a filthy blood sacrifice ritual. The vast majority were indulging in the thrill of the vast energy of the subspace, and even the turmoil caused by teleportation failed to alert them. Only a small number of people raised their weapons at us.

Damn, I don't like the feeling of being surrounded on all sides. I am a decent Imperial Guard, and I have only had one airborne experience of catching ducks on the shelves, and the naval crews behind me have almost no combat experience. We are not the paratroopers, who are born to be surrounded.

As soon as I raised my hand, hundreds of grenades of all kinds were thrown in all directions. Since you don't see the Space Marine, you don't need to waste precious large-caliber shells. In order to deal with the supposedly thousands of infidels of cannon fodder, I also carried a lot of grenades.

The vast majority of them were fragmentation grenades, but there were also some flash shock grenades and smoke grenades, and for a while, explosions around us were heard one after another, shrapnel flickered, and thick smoke billowed out. If I hadn't worn goggles and a breathing mask, I would probably have been affected and incapacitated.

Although the range of the grenade has been extended to cover all enemy areas, it is clear that this group of heretics in the midst of the blood ritual is no longer normal, some of them have an unusually strong physique, able to withstand the repeated ravages of shrapnel and shockwaves, and some have become as agile as the eldarins with the size of bean sprouts, able to navigate through the rain of shrapnel with ease. I was somewhat surprised to see that the large pile of grenades had knocked down less than half of them, and the others began to attack us with their scarred bodies.

Fortunately, the loud noises, flashes of light, and smoke still greatly impaired their vision and balance, and the erosion of chaotic energy gave them stronger bodies as well as their intelligence, and most of them became so stupid that they could no longer remember how to shoot, and only knew how to charge with their rifles and bayonets. Moreover, only a handful of agile mutants can make a real charge, and the rest of the broken bodies can only stagger forward.

The attack of these remnants was not a threat. I've bought the crew enough time with the grenades that they've come to their senses and unfold their weapons in all directions. Large-caliber blasters and small-caliber cannon shells far exceed the penetration and destruction of grenade fragments, and the roar of the barrage completely tears apart the pagan mutants who survived the grenade strike into non-threatening pieces in an instant.

Old Priest Eurix was late to his senses, and by the time he was able to move, the enemy was almost dead, his scepter shattering only the skull of a heathen who had narrowly rushed into our ranks. As for Aishwarya, as for her stubborn insistence on standing and fighting instead of crouching down to unfold her heavy explosive machine gun, one of her bullet chains was almost all wasted on the roof of the ship's cabin.