The roaring engine pulled away, and after the hot melt tore through the metal, the Empire's fleet crossed the dark horizon of the nest like a wild horse, in this land of murder, betrayal, and resentment, where humans hated humans, human cousins hated humans, and so did aliens, and in the extreme scarcity of materials, there was no shadow of the word goodness in this world.

When the vehicle left the lower nest, the air was slightly clearer, although it was only not much better than the lower level comparable to the poisonous fog, but the middle nest was still a fairly civilized place, whether it was the high-rise buildings in the distance, or the civilian vendors and stalls near the road, with all kinds of food, such as beef ant steaks, synthetic mixed wine, which added a lot of popularity to this cold place.

Of course, this place is far from clean, and the side of the road is stained with a lot of filth, and the flickering neon lights and the occasional food mist make people feel very reassuring.

But this is close to the lawlessness of the lower nest, the shopkeepers don't look like fuel-efficient lamps, most of them are armed, even the average diner, and there are more of all kinds of ammunition on the tables, and the specter of struggle and violence is still far from behind in this small human habitat of about 6-7 stalls.

It's just that this place is obviously too small for the Imperial Guard, the soldiers are not enough to entertain here, and they can't accept so many people, but the wild snake told them to park here, and the reason is very simple, and then in front of it is the city under the main nest, and it is inevitable that there will be a bloody battle when passing normally, which is very troublesome for the Imperial Guard who has just escaped from the attack of the beastmen.

However, the second lieutenant still did not understand the plan of the man in front of him, and his eyes wandered out of the car window, until he realized that the "civilians" did not panic in the slightest when they saw such a large militarized convoy.

"They are not civilians, or at least they are definitely not ordinary people." The veteran, the second lieutenant of the 4th Skady Regiment, keenly sensed that something was wrong, and he took up his weapon, and at the same time the crew was getting closer and closer, and the aura of saber rattling permeated the entire unit, as if the next second was about to start the war again.

It wasn't until the soldiers picked up their weapons that the wild snake hurriedly shouted. "Stop, stop, there is no enemy, no, those are my people, although they are a little fierce, and their temperament is not too good, but they are always loyal."

His words were hard to convince, but the Imperial Guard didn't have much of a choice, and the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle asked, touching his chin. "They're your people?"

The serpent replied. "Otherwise, are they sage growing on the side of the road? Find a place where birds don't, and if there are guests, it's all fake. ”

"At this time, the entire main nest is staring at it urgently, they don't dare to fight with you in the field, they can only shrink inside the supermarket and rely on those stubbornness and equipment to resist, and I want to change a magic now, which is called a big change." He seemed a little excited, for for for him deception was both his forte and his few pleasures.

"Just those stinky fish and rotten shrimp?" The second lieutenant said uncertainly.

"It doesn't matter whether there are more people or not, but it is better to have fewer people, we don't lack manpower, just that kind of temperament."

"And those people here are not ordinary people, they are all fraudsters, liars, greedy magicians, or masters of visual dislocation, those boxes, warehouses are not goods at all, but batches of various coating sprays and scattered large model shells, and they are foolproof to do this."

The snake retorted and demanded that the vehicle stop, and after the Chimera stopped, he stepped out of the armored car and shouted. "It's work!"

Those people immediately changed their mode and ripped off the white cloth on the stall, picked up all kinds of messy props at their feet, whether it was a diner or a shopkeeper, they all became mechanics, using the boiler of roasting beef and ant meat as a welding torch to weld the tripod, the two sections were spliced together, and then inlaid with the rearview mirror, glued on the Hercules tracked car, which looked like a heavy truck.

Coated with the white cloth of the stall, with a layer of metallic coating, covered the armored front of the armored car, connected to the gun emplacement and its closed appearance, and then inlaid with glass sheets, let the ordinary soldiers who did not drive sit on the fake front of the car, and the driver observed from behind, a majestic Imperial Chimera armored car suddenly turned into a mediocre passenger car.

Even the RAND Predator can add a fake water tank, electrical box, cover the upper turrets and the lasers in front of the sides, apply a new temporary coating, and make a fully enclosed RV.

In terms of fraud, practice makes perfect, and in about five or six hours, the elite of the Imperial Guard turned into a large caravan, and the Imperial Aquila on the outside of its vehicle was replaced by a separate pupil, carved with the appearance of snake eyes.

During this time, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard camped in their original location to rest, eat, replenish projectiles and energy, adjust the equipment situation, and watched those ordinary people tinkering with the Imperial engine up and down.

Thanks to the fact that the vehicles were light equipment for the purpose of logging into the battle, it was probably impossible to pretend to be harmless hulls like the one like the Riemanus, after all, the sound of the huge turrets and heavy armor could not be masked.

It's just that this is probably not perfect, too close will also be found to be wrong, and weapons and equipment must be boxed during this time, in other words, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard will be temporarily incapacitated, and if discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But this gamble was accepted, of course the ghost and the soldier will complain, but only in this way can the enemy be surprised, the second lieutenant looked at the transformation in full swing, but was suddenly interrupted by the wild snake, the master of the trickster has changed into a suit gentleman, wearing a long hat, holding a stick, looking about 40 years old, if it is not for the military badge on the chest has not been taken down, the second lieutenant will not be recognized.

"Nice trick." The second lieutenant said.

"You've got to come too, look at this." He pulled out a set of inferior body armor, with craters and scratches on it, and an automatic gun, which had just been maintained, smeared with polish and polished marks, plus the second lieutenant's officer uniform, and put on it like a ruffian or deserter who had fled the empire.

The second lieutenant grimaced. "I've never been at this point in my life, and the boss was cut off by aliens, attacked by orcs, made by heretics, and not necessarily so embarrassed, look at this clothes." He lowered his head and sniffed the man's armpits and the smell of promethium, cumin and garlic, as well as a faint smell of blood and gunpowder.

"You got this thing there, it seems to be genuine?"

The serpent replied. "Scavengers, this place lacks everything, but the most dead, whether it's the death of the local pdf and gang fights or something else, we were lucky to find the remains of a mercenary in the field, they were found by the beastmen, most of the flesh was taken, probably for lunch, dinner, breakfast."

"I bought the guns and armor from them, and about half a year ago, when I realized that the Imperial Guard was going forward, I always thought it would be useful to buy something."

"You predicted our situation earlier, and you still do business with those animals?" The second lieutenant asked him.

And the wild snake just spoke. "You haven't seen how those beastmen eat, the bones, the inside, the brains have to be separated, the stinging eyeballs for breakfast, the frying bladder, the thigh steak or ...... for lunch"

"Enough, I'm not in the mood for those who are not in the mood, tell me, are you manipulating something?" The second lieutenant warily drew his weapon.

The serpent raised his hand and replied. "No, I didn't, I just met vaguely, and the transaction or something, you also understand, if you want to live in the nest, you can't pick and choose, brother, I'm working hard for the empire."

"I can't work with someone who can trade with demons, and if it weren't for your many plans, I'd be smart." The lieutenant said disgustingly, but he was helpless, and he admitted that if it weren't for this man, he would not be able to move an inch now.

The serpent replied. "Yes, I'm useful, just like the Grand Inquisitor has to me." At this point, he was a little envious of the stunned young man in front of him, just because his birth and luck reassured the War Lord, he had such a status, although the wild snake did not hate this young man with a warm heart, but it was still too early for him to command such a large army.

However, he also understood that the War Leader had asked him to come down with the Captain of the Doom Eagle probably so that he could strike a better balance between his whimsy and enthusiasm and the seasoned warrior and the cunning Ground Serpent.

The serpent only touched his hat at this point, he said suddenly. "By the way, meet the Astartes, you'll like it."

Lieutenant. "Why, how are you going to make those giants mercenaries too, there aren't many things like Astarte, especially its massive armor."

The serpent said in a strange tone. "Come on, three meters forward, look again, carefully taste, look slowly, miracles appear, so does the emperor, whimsy, side doors, all here."

"What are you talking about?" The second lieutenant asked.

"When I bought those fake talents, their slogan, they were born in the nest, they were raised by the same old thief, the old man wanted to rely on them to make money, they just had to touch their wallets with their little hands when they were just over a meter."

"Think about it, kid, touch your wallet, there are very few who can survive, but the people who survive under that old thing are experts, and they can fool the worst scum in this empire."

"It's just a pity, the chess is a bad move, the old liar one day adopted a noble son, the daughter of the old nobleman was deceived by the flam tongue of the nest man, and finally the lady was abandoned, and died after giving birth to a child in the nest, and then the child was picked up by the old thief, and soon, he grew up, had excellent talent, and soon became his best disciple."

"The next days are very good, there is food and drink, give the property to the old man, the old man gives food and drink, housing and transportation, as well as friends, family, everyone is like a family, but once the old man wanted to make a big, very big, that is, to steal a noble mansion."

"It's just that even if the thieves are skilled and skilled, they can't compare to the highest-end array of contemplatives, and after a group of people crawled into the mansion through crooked ways, they took the first treasure, and I still remember that it was a beautiful vase with a brain, and as a result, click, the gate closed, and the hounds, the bailiffs, surrounded the whole street, full."

"In the midst of the chaos and hurry, the aristocratic child, probably in his early 16s, pressed the lock of the door in confusion, hoping that the closed place would open, and the closed space would suddenly open like an emperor's apparition."

"It's all because his DNA, that is, genes, is the genetic factor of this family, which is a miracle, he can avoid prison, the owner of the family is lost, although the blood is not very pure, but he misses his little daughter more."

The second lieutenant asked, thoughtfully. "In that case, is that kid still here?"

The serpent replied. "Don't worry, first of all, the next days are good, everyone is very comfortable, there is no need to steal, those crooks took the money of the nobles and set up a troupe, all the people in the nest were deceived by their tricks, the old crook got a good amount of child support, became famous, and retired to the beautiful garden world."

"That kid also became a well-dressed dignitary, until the rebellion came, Bandertar, there was a period of time, almost 50 years away, he cleaned up the local magnates, the Feng family fell in response, the troupe was disbanded, the family of the noble children was cleaned up, that child, died, leaving a mess, only those poor people left, no home, no troupe, no backer, I haven't made a fortune yet, I can only say to them."

"I have just applied for a good position, I can take revenge on Mr. Bandertar, follow me, I am not a dignitary now, but soon, I can climb to a good position."

"And then fifty years later, I'll stand here with them, and I'll work for you, my lord." He bowed lightly, as if the stage was curtain, and at the same time the ensign also saw the masterpieces of those masters.

They painted the great armor of the Space Marines, the treasures blessed by the Om Messiah, the power armor that only veterans of service can wear, and although the coatings can be easily removed, it is hard to imagine that the Space Marines can endure such ...... Disgrace.

But this one was not even more excessive, they put artificial skin on the arms and neck of the armor, and then filled, just right, took off the warrior's helmet and put on the large helmet of the Imperial Guard and the unsightly fat stuffing.

How to describe it, it's like turning the perfect human body on a wonderful Greek statue into a fat man, and then replacing the Empire's greatest explosive weapon with a rough large-sized shotgun, and when everything is done, and then a tattered Imperial Skyhawk is attached to the chest, what Space Marine, what Astarte, there are clearly a dozen of them standing here at the moment...... Oglien!

Ensigns rarely wanted to laugh after the war began, but at this moment, seeing the Destruction Eagle Sergeant, the great psionic hero think tank became ...... After Ou Green's head was smart, his smile couldn't help but overflow.

Master Chief rubbed his helmet and asked. "What's wrong, guys?"

The wild snake said suddenly. "No, no, great Astarte warriors, the Oglins don't talk like that, now, learn from me."

He adjusted his voice and spoke in a thick, grotesque colloquialism. "I want cake and shoes for dinner."

Master Chief imitation. "I want cake and shoes for dinner, I." Hooked and slightly bent, the Gundam's Space Marine had apparently become a stupid troll, the lieutenant couldn't help but laugh, and this incident also represented the completion of the fake, a convoy of mercenaries was in good order, and they were going to set off to the heart of the enemy.

(End of chapter)