Warhammer 40K: Mad Max.

This was the only thought that came to Fu Qinghai's mind when he saw the Evil Sun Clan's cluster set out.

Sensitive, fast, and diverse, the tactics of the Red Sun Machine Repair Gang are very skillful, and they are not weak opponents.

But right now, the mobs, who are full of wasteland-style drag racers, seem to have encountered some kind of formidable enemy.

A large number of racing cars and trucks were blocked outside the city gates, and the fast geeks who rushed in first seemed to have jumped into a trap and were caught in the urn and closed the door and beaten by the dogs.

The commander of the other party took a whole ten enchanted warriors as bait for sacrifice in one go, and his hand was very large. Enchanted warriors heal almost instantly from ranged attacks - unreasonable modified reality forces from subspace, and only fire and melee attacks can kill them more effectively.

In the right environment, such as the Ship Passage, an Enchanted Warrior can easily replace an entire Astarte tactical squad, making it a valuable high-level infantryman.

Obviously, even if they are afraid of the Chaos War Gang, they are not stupid dogs who only have "chopping and chopping" in their heads, they also have tactics and schemes...... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

If Fu Qinghai knew that the Chaos War Gang in the stronghold was mainly composed of the former Star Marines of the World Eater Legion, then he would definitely change his words: "When I didn't say it." ”

Sadism may pay attention to a little command art, but the guy who has the butcher's nail in his head, the sadistic belief + the butcher's nail, must be a stupid dog who only knows "chop, chop, chop, chop".

Fu Qinghai has always been very prejudiced against the Twelfth Legion.

Seeing that the battle situation was scorching again, the commander of the first company secretly said in his heart, "The Khan really expects things to be like a god", and no longer raised the matter of attacking, the two continued to lurk on the hillside, relying on the footage transmitted by the servo skull to observe the battle between the orc convoy and the Chaos War Gang.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"The orcs are in trouble."

Fu Qinghai said in a low voice.

"How?"

Joshida asked, turning her head.

"The orc sitting in the tricycle is the largest orc I've seen so far, and according to Oak's common sense, it's most likely the war boss of the Red Sun Repair Gang."

Fu Qinghai pointed out the key points:

"If the War Boss hadn't rushed into the gates, but had stayed outside to take command, perhaps the orc would have had a chance to regroup, but if it died inside...... Then the orcs of the Evil Sun Clan will definitely collapse on the spot. ”

"Decapitation."

The Moon Wolf Warrior nodded in understanding.

"It depends on the personal strength of the war boss...... Wait, what's that? ”

Fu Qinghai was talking, and suddenly attracted attention by the changes outside the city gate.

In the team of the Red Sun Mechanic Gang, four strange cars with a very low chassis, which looked like a wasteland version of a Formula 1 car, suddenly accelerated on the spot, and the roar of the engine could be heard from afar, and in a short time, the speed was raised to the extreme, and then ...... Four strange cars rushed straight towards the wall!

"What are they going to do, knock the wall down?"

Joshida asked in surprise.

This is too reckless, and looking at the thin armor and low appearance of the strange car, it doesn't look like a siege vehicle.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

The four strange cars sped all the way towards the thick stronghold wall, just as they were about to crash into the wall...... An electric arc flickered in front of the strange car, and a subspace rift appeared out of thin air to engulf it entirely.

Four strange cars disappeared.

"Huh!?"

Joestar's eyes widened.

"Boom... Bang... Bang bang bang ......"

More explosions and gunfire rang out inside the stronghold.

"They...... Just got in? ”

Joshida vaguely guessed the answer and asked.

"It's better to see than to hear, orc teleportation technology."

Fu Qinghai sighed with a complicated expression.

The four subspace rifts that engulfed the strange car appeared and disappeared almost instantly, and if you hadn't been staring at it all the time, it would have been difficult to find out how the strange car had disappeared out of thin air.

The technological creations of orcs are like this, just looking at the appearance, there is smoke and slag there, and the quality control is poor to the extreme, but they just work, and they can achieve unexpected results.

Fu Qinghai had never seen this kind of strange car before.

But he knew about the existence of the war moon.

Both of these are concrete manifestations of orc teleportation technology.

It's an eye-opener.

Fu Qinghai was amazed.

……

Dimensional rally car!

Coming to Owen has his killer weapon of the Fear of Torture Steel Bull.

The old lame also has its killer dimension rally car.

The core technology of the dimensional rally car is the large dimensional shock engine inside, this device can create a short and unstable subspace rift, open in front of the dimensional rally car, so that it can pass through this dimensional passage with people and cars, perfectly through any physical form of obstacles and fortifications, and then appear somewhere further away.

With this device, the Dimensional Rally Car can pass through any impregnable fortress or impregnable fortress, and then suddenly appear in the heart of the enemy and catch them off guard - provided that the fortress or fortress is not equipped with a Void Shield, which can isolate subspace teleportation.

In addition, it is also a good choice to escape for life.

The four dimensional rally cars that brazenly broke into the inside of the stronghold, except for one unlucky guy, crashed into a building the moment they teleported in, and were scrapped and disintegrated on the spot...... It's a whole process.

The ammunition box caught fire and the fuel tank exploded.

Several large plumes of smoke soon rose from inside the colony.

There were only four dimensional rally cars, and the limited space inside the stronghold greatly limited its speed, and it was quickly torn apart by the on-board fire of the Spartan tank and the mastodon tank, but after some trouble, the Red Sun Machine Repair Gang finally broke through the pocket array encirclement set up by the Fifteen Fangs War Gang.

The motorcycle boys swarmed into the stronghold.

The chaos began, and the rhythm familiar to the orcs began.

The servo skull could only float quietly on the periphery of the stronghold, and it couldn't get too close to the battlefield, let alone enter the inside of the stronghold, Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida didn't know the situation inside the stronghold.

After thinking for a long time, Fu Qinghai suddenly stood up, put down the data tablet in his hand, turned over and rode a jet motorcycle, and said:

"Get ready to attack!"

"Don't you wait for them to decide the winner, Khan?"

Joshida asked from the side.

"As you say."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice:

"We want a whole Spartan and mastodon, not a pile of scrap metal after the battle."

"Understood!"

The commander of the first company waited for this moment for a long time, and when he heard that he no longer talked nonsense, he also turned over and rode on a jet motorcycle.

"Rest ......"

Fu Qinghai steered the Bulniu jet motorcycle to slowly rise into the air, turned around, and looked at the many subordinates hiding in the valley behind him, including the Star Marines of the warband, as well as the Attila Barbarian Cavalry and the Krieg Death Cavalry from the two Imperial Guards.

As is customary, a pre-war speech should be given at this moment.

"My name is Aoyama Khan."

Facing everyone's gaze, Fu Qinghai said loudly:

"A name with a special meaning. Once upon a time, my armor was like that milky white cocoulis, and the scar on the bridge of my nose was my personal label, yes, I was the son of a great khan. I represent the warband, I represent the storm, I represent the white scars of those who gave their lives by my hands. ”

All of the Space Marines present were well aware of the life history of their Captain, and knew that he was from the Fifth Legion, but the two Imperial Guard Corps from Krieg and Attila were obviously not very familiar with their commanders.

They crowded in the valley, all tilting their heads and silently watching the motorcyclists suspended in mid-air.

A gust of mountain wind blew and blew Fu Qinghai's black hair.

"It's a bit windy today."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"I smell the stench of green skins and chaos."

"Their stench only attracts crows, and they can't stop the storm and death. We will not be imprisoned by them, we are the cage in which they are imprisoned. We ignite the flames of this planet, and we will purge the green-skinned xenomorphs and chaos debris. We will return in triumph to tell your descendants the stories of what happened in this land known as Kernak...... and the death of Chaos and Xenomorphs! ”

"There is the glory of death, but there is no shame of life!"

Finally, Fu Qinghai ended his short pre-war speech with a quote from Chogris.

The fighters of the warband clenched their chests with fists and responded in unison.

Attila's cavalry pulled up their horses, their spear-holding arms slamming their chests into their chests, shouting and roaring loudly, Krieg's death cavalry stood still, but the fierce fighting intent had been heard through the masks.

On the day of the teacher's departure, there is the glory of death, but there is no disgrace of life.

From "Wu Zi's Art of War: On the Fourth General".

Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction, put on his helmet, picked up the knife, pulled the grip to turn around, and said:

"Let's go!"

The screech of tearing through the air was accompanied by the roar of the engine.

Two companies of jet motorcycles took off in unison.

Fu Qinghai accessed the communication channel and said:

"Li Hanxing, Tariha, lead the cavalry troops to set up an encirclement and sweeping area on the periphery of the stronghold, I don't want to see any greenskins or traitors leave here alive."

"Roger, Khan!"

……

Satellite outpost.

The battle has entered the white heat.

Orcs and the roars of Roar and Space Marine mingle as armor and bullets collide, sparks scatter, muscles and bones sliced through by chainsaws, and blood sprays......

At this time, the hole cards of both sides are exhausted, there are no reservations, and there are no more tactics and schemes, it is a pure and pure smash fight, a bloody fight to the death.

The old lame held his breath, knowing that if he didn't take the stronghold in one go, it would be impossible for him to get his hands on this place and those beautiful big cars in the future.

Coming to Owen Ukris did not need anyone's urging and encouragement, the faith of the blood god and the painful curse of the butcher's nail made him on the verge of breaking down and going crazy all the time, and only the momentary pleasure generated by being in the midst of a furious killing could give him and his men a trace of comfort and satisfaction.

"Moo-Peng!"

Another explosive cannon truck was overturned by a terrorist steel ox, and the Chaos Space Marines riding on the back of the ox brandished a chainsaw tomahawk in their hands, smashing a motorcycle boy and his car to pieces, and the minced meat and parts flew out together.

"Dada-da-da!"

Daka guns, bang guns, and gurgling cannons, the boys' weapons shoot wildly at the Sadistic Steel Ox, but these long-range weapons can only splash dense and dazzling clusters of sparks in the face of the unreasonable metaphysical defenses of the demon engine, but they can't stop the rampage of the eight brass bulls.

It's no wonder that de Han thinks that just eight abusive steel cows will solve my dilemma.

Coming to Owen thought to himself.

Where's that damn Whisperer?

"Smack!"

The former World Eater company commander struck an orc to death with an axe.

The Spartan and Mastodon tanks also continued to fire, and the double-barreled hot melt cannon at the front of the mastodon turned a hopping pickup truck into a moving fireball, and the Schog loaded inside was scorched and exploded, and the twin heavy explosive bombs on both sides of the body were also raining bullets and the metal iron snake swept through.

"Boom, Hugh—"

At that moment, the roar of jet fighters across the sky came from the heads of the people on the battlefield, and the distance felt so close that it seemed to be close to people's scalps.

Immediately after, a bunch of black bombs the size of melons fell on the battlefield one after another, with radiation symbols printed on them.

Whose reinforcements are these, and who do not distinguish between the enemy and me?

The leaders of both sides thought at the same time.

The next second.

"Boom-"

A huge fireball engulfed everything.

Fu Qinghai led the company to turn the head of the car in the sky, turned around to check the results of the bombing, and a small red and yellow mushroom cloud appeared in the stronghold, which looked strange and cute from a distance.

"How many more miniature nuclear bombs?"

"A fat launcher comes standard with six rounds, Khan."

The Space Marines next to him said.

"Then go ahead."

Fu Qinghai Road.

A whistle sounded through the sky.

The jet bike cluster dives down again.

On the ground, the vehicle-to-air fire in the orc convoy, as well as the vehicle-to-air fire of the Chaos Gang and the fixed batteries of the strongholds, reacted one after another - the attack came from the sky, and they turned their guns and began to spray barrages at the sky.

"Keep the height, keep the speed."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice.

The Jet Motorcycle Cluster of the Iron Float Regiment, like archers on the ancient battlefield, circled the stronghold from a distance, first diving rapidly, and then rapidly increasing the distance.

Fu Qinghai believes in the "energy air combat theory" of Major John Boyard of the Magnesia Air Force: in air combat, you must either have altitude (gravitational potential energy) or speed (kinetic energy), and you can't fly short and slow, and you can't have either energy.

As for the "angle air combat theory" that the Japanese Navy believes in—low-altitude maneuvering steering and adjusting the angle of fire dogfights, they are only suitable for propeller fighters, not jet fighters.

The Spring Breeze Jet Motorcycle, inheriting some of the design features of the Avengers Flying Motorcycle, the Space Marines can leave the grip with both hands, and the Motorcycle automatically flies according to the cruising route, just like the war horses of the ancient cavalry, and the Star Marines hold the Fat Man Launcher with both hands and throw grenades inside and outside the stronghold.

Kite-riding in the era of interstellar warfare!

There is no target, but it is very powerful.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

One by one, the miniature nuclear bombs ejected the slides.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The warring sides have been blown up.

After the six walnuts were blown up, the soldiers hung the fat launcher on the side of the motorcycle, Fu Qinghai pulled out a long power shutdown knife, turned one direction again, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the sharp bow of the Qianniu jet motorcycle pierced the wind, crossed the sky, and quickly dived downward.

"Hugh—"

When Chaos and Greenskin just heard the sharp and piercing hiss of breaking the air in their ears, Aoyama Khan had already dragged the power to turn off the knife, and the bottom of the jet motorcycle crossed an arc against the top of everyone's heads, and with a wave of one hand, a dazzling white light wrapped in a thunderbolt arc on the side of the car flashed away.

"Boom!"

A row of great heads floated into the air.

Fu Qinghai's right hand tightly held the Seiko Power Guan knife given to him by the genetic prototype, the knife edge was still snow-white and shiny, and it was not stained with a trace of blood, and he turned the head of the car and killed again!

"Huh!" Swing the knife again.

The shiny white light was like a lightning bolt that crackled down from the sky, making several orc boys can't help but squint.

Another huge head flew high into the air, a cluster of sparkling broken silk threads attached to the lower end of the neck.

Fu Qinghai leaned over and fished it with his left hand, and held the huge head of the war boss in his hand.

Fu Qinghai raised the head of the war boss with one hand, manipulated the jet motorcycle to lower the high speed, and flew over the heads of the Red Sun Machine Repair Gang, showing them his trophies in a high-profile manner.

"Wow-"

The morale of the orcs collapsed suddenly.

…………