Chapter 309 The Rise of the Primarch: The Young Warrior

The golden tungsten-ferroalloy armor-piercing warhead lies quietly in the darkness. Its body is placed flat in the two stable grooves of the ammunition box. The soft anti-collision sponge is attached to the surrounding box, just like a comfortable and comfortable bedroom.

But its comfortable sleeping life was about to end. The flip cover of the ammunition box was suddenly opened, and dazzling light shone into the box. Along with the light, there was a hand and a dirty hand that entered the ammunition box. Xixi, but extremely stable hands.

The arm instantly reached into the box, and the hands took out the thick armor-piercing warhead from the box. The owner of the hands held the cannonball and turned around and kicked off his legs to stand up from the ground. His face looked completely different from the big hands. Belonging to the same person, the big hand looked like it belonged to a seasoned, experienced warrior, but the face of its owner was undoubtedly extremely young.

The young soldier wore a steel helmet on his head. He held the shell and rushed quickly to the anti-tank gun set up in front. There were many other young soldiers like him here. They all wore steel helmets and gray clothes. Wearing a uniform, carrying a gun on his back, he was busy around the anti-tank gun.

"Hurry up! Toulouse! Hurry up!" The shooter squatting behind the CNC sight on the side of the anti-tank gun turned and shouted. He shouted towards the young loader who rushed behind him with the shells in his arms. That's called Toulouse. Si's loader rushed through the crowd of comrades. He came behind the anti-tank gun with a sliding shovel, pushed the armor-piercing bullet into the gun barrel with a push of both hands.

As Toulouse loaded the cannon shells into the barrel, the assistant shooter who was already on standby quickly closed the breech block. He held both sides of the knob and tightened the breech block violently, then turned around and patted the shooter on the shoulder, "Loading completed. !”

"Loading complete!" the shooter raised his arms and shouted to the soldiers behind him. Everyone quickly dispersed. They crouched behind the anti-tank gun and lowered their bodies. The shooter turned his head and grasped the launch trigger. He slid into a squat Sit down behind that green CNC sight.

The shooter held the firing trigger, and through the optical sight on it, he locked onto a tank model that was passing in front of him. The self-driving full-size Leman Russ tank model moved slowly. It looked very simple. There is no external armor on its body like the real Leman Russ main battle tank. It does not have attached weapon racks or soldiers squatting on it. Even the gun barrel is made of a steel pipe inserted into it.

But the bare tank model was pressing the tracks underneath it. The heavy and wide armored tracks rolled against the ground and rumbled forward. Black smoke was sprayed out from the exhaust port at the end. The full-size model that was advancing, It looks like a real tank.

"Aim completed, fire!" the shooter roared and pulled the trigger. As the firing trigger was suddenly pulled down by his finger, there was a rapid explosion in the barrel of the anti-tank gun, and the recoilless braking structure outwards from the rear side of the gun. Ejected, along with the ejection of the braking structure, the rotating armor-piercing projectile roared out from the muzzle.

The dazzling flames instantly filled the entire shooter's field of vision, and the hot air flow impacted on the front gun mantlet. After being blocked, the scorching heat flow quickly spread to both sides, but the surrounding ground was still lifted by the impact of the recoil. A piece of dust.

The armor-piercing bullet hit the side armor of the advancing tank at once. The black iron alloy armor-piercing bullet quickly penetrated its side armor. The armor fragments exploded like petals and poured upwards. The armor-piercing bullet left a thick bullet hole on its side.

But the shells failed to stop the tank from advancing. The tank was still roaring forward. The shooter looked at the advancing model and cursed. He turned to look at the young comrade behind him and roared, "Second reload! Hurry!"

His young, but heavy and calm, well-trained comrades quickly sent another armor-piercing round into the barrel. As the breech closed again, the shooter once again grasped the firing trigger and slowly moved with the tank.

His fingers gently shook the launch remote sensor to one side, and the disc rotation axis under the anti-tank gun immediately rotated with his body. The gun body rotated to one side following his eyes, and the crosshair and muzzle were locked. It was locked on the advancing tank.

The shooter took a deep breath and stared at the crosshair, then suddenly pulled the trigger. As the heavy artillery rumbled and vibrated backwards again, the shells roared out of the muzzle, and hit the moving tank again. Once, the shell penetrated the front armor part of the tank, and the roaring shell penetrated the side of the driver's position.

The tank rumbled to a stop after advancing a few steps. It stopped on the shooting range with billowing smoke, joining several other tank models that were already smoking on the field.

The young anti-tank gun crew members all cheered. The young people stood up and raised their arms and cheered. Their smiling faces were full of joy and excitement. The shooter also stood up and turned to look at his cheering crew members.

But when the young people cheered, the loader Toulouse inadvertently looked towards the shooting range. He stared at a newly appeared tank with wide eyes. The rumbling tank was spitting out black smoke and drove in from the edge of the field. , "Silva! There's another one!"

The leader of this team, shooter Silva, turned to look at the tank that rushed into the battlefield. Its heavy tracks rushed up from the hill and then jumped down. The huge tank drove in with a roar and smoke. on the battlefield, firing from among the remaining destroyed tanks.

"Load! Load now!" Silva shouted to his comrades behind him and rushed back to the anti-tank gun. He quickly grasped the anti-tank gun's sight again and locked his eyes on the advancing tank through the optical sight.

Toulouse strode to the ammunition box at the back. He looked down at the ammunition box under him. Toulouse turned his head and shouted in the direction of Silva, "Silva! Only one shell left!"

Silva sat on the ground and turned his head to look at Toulouse. After a moment of silence, he punched the gun beside him, "One shell is still a shell! Reload!"

"Are you sure? Silva, we need at least two shells to penetrate a tank. First paralyze or slow down, and then hit the vital point with one shell."

"Shut up, Toulouse! I told you to reload!" Shooter Silva shouted and tightened the trigger. Toulouse behind him looked at his comrades around him, then immediately picked up the last armor-piercing shell and rushed to the back of the anti-tank gun. He pushed the shell into the barrel, and the heavy warhead was pushed into the barrel.

The assistant gunner skillfully closed the breech block again. After Toulouse confirmed that the shell was loaded, he immediately ran to the side from behind the gun. The soldiers behind him all rushed to the place where the brake could not hit when it rebounded. Toulouse braked suddenly and rushed to Silva. He pressed his shoulder and looked at the tank.

"It's loaded. Are you sure you can stop it?"

"For the Emperor's sake, Toulouse, have you ever seen a time when there was no way to get through?" Silva smiled and tightened the trigger. His fingers were gently lifted, and the optical sight on the sight locked the chassis of the tank, aiming at the rotating tracks.

Silva pulled the trigger, and the whistling shells roared out. In the flames that gushed out from the end of the shell body as it was ejected from the barrel, the rotating armor-piercing shells passed through the entire shooting range and hit the side of the tank's moving track. The rotating track was instantly broken by the impact of the shell, and the connecting point of the track that was rotating with the shaft was blown into two halves. The tank's track continued to move forward with the moving wheel, and soon fell off from the end.

As the track hit the ground heavily, the tank also stopped. The tank collapsed on the ground like a beast with its front legs cut off. The powerless wheels were spinning wildly on the ground, but it could not move except for throwing a lot of dust.

"We won! Long live the emperor!" Silva cheered and raised his arms while sitting behind the shooting position. His comrades behind him also stood up, raised their arms and guns and cheered. They looked at the paralyzed tank and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Emperor! For the Emperor!" The soldiers hugged each other's shoulders and cheered, but when they were in a good mood and celebrating the victory, one person was not so happy.

Behind the anti-tank gun firing position, the man holding the telescope on the high platform put down the thing. He had an eye decorated with a terrifying scar, which was fully revealed as the thick mirror of the telescope was lowered. He frowned and looked at the tank that stopped moving, and then looked at the cheering young students below.

"Let them gather and line up immediately!" The strong man in black military uniform with a golden skull and imperial sky eagle on his shoulders turned his head and said. The young officer behind him, who was also wearing a black military uniform, was startled, immediately saluted him, and turned and ran down the high platform.

The man with a striking scar on his face turned around, hung the telescope around his neck, and walked through several command class students and academy officers under the eaves of the high platform.

The man with the scar on his face walked out of the platform and walked down the side steps quickly. The officers behind him followed him and strode towards the active students.

Before the man arrived, the young officer who rushed out earlier ran to the students and shouted at them, "Stand at attention! Dean Nakhimov is here."

The students were shocked, and the cheering atmosphere immediately disappeared. Everyone immediately lined up beside the anti-tank gun with guns on their backs. Silva put the laser gun on his back and quickly returned to his team members. He turned his head and looked at the team members around him and quickly gave orders.

"Everyone, stand at attention, salute!" He said and immediately raised his arm to salute the Dean of Nakhimov Academy. All the students around him saluted the Dean of Nakhimov Academy.

"Report to the dean of Nakhimov Academy, the 10th grade infantry anti-tank squad 6 has completed training. Please give your instructions, squad leader Silva Vasnikov." Silva looked at the dean of Nakhimov Academy who came to him and saluted. The latter gradually slowed down his pace. He walked in front of a group of people and saluted Silva.

"Everyone, please stand at ease. Now, squad leader Silva, I want to ask you a question." The dean of Nakhimov Academy said and walked slowly in front of Silva. The strong and tall dean of Nakhimov Academy stood in front of the young Silva, like a giant bear standing with a little fox.

"Why did you attack the track part?" The dean of Nakhimov Academy asked, looking at the paralyzed tank in front. Silva looked at the tank and raised his head proudly, "Report, our training task is to stop all tanks from moving forward, so I chose to break the track and complete the interception."

"But have you ever thought that even if you broke the track of that tank, its turret can still be turned around?!" The dean of Nassimov Academy turned to look at Silva next to him and roared, it was like a cannon in the air. The roaring sound like a cannon in his ears made Silva's ears ring. He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he quickly controlled himself and stood still and looked at the dean of Nassimov Academy.

"Dean Nasimov, our mission was to stop the tanks from advancing. We did it, right?"

"You stopped the tank from moving forward, but that damn tank would also turn its turret around, kill you and your crew members with one shot, then remove the threat and then reattach the tracks in an orderly manner! Five minutes in a row! No need, then the tank can start running again. "

The dean of the college stood in front of Silva, towering like a mountain in front of him. Dean Nasimov pointed to the tank over there, "What did you teach in class? Tell me, squad leader, when a single gun crew attacks a tank, What are the guidelines?”

"Attack the parts that cannot be replaced on the battlefield, such as the engine, cockpit and turret motor, to completely paralyze the tank or make the opponent incapacitated." Silva said, looking at the comrades around him with some fear, and then Look at the dean of Nassimov Academy in front of him.

"But Dean Nassimov, we only have one artillery shell, and the task we received is just to stop their advance." "Great, then do you want me to tell the enemy when you are on the battlefield that you are hit? You are not allowed to fight back or repair the tracks, so you are just left paralyzed here!"

The words of the dean of Nassimov Academy made Silva not know what to say for a moment. He looked at the dean of Nassimov in front of him and hesitated to speak. He just stood in front of him and stood at attention instinctively.

Dean Nassimov looked at the young student in front of him. He raised his hand and pointed to the anti-tank gun on the side. "There is no time for you to be clever on the battlefield. The arrogant and arrogant little trick you just used is not only useless, but also useless." It will kill everyone under your command."

The tall dean of Nassimov Academy walked in front of the young students. He looked at the students standing in a row around him. His scarred eyes looked at the young people around him, "After you graduate from the Zhongsi students, , will all become officers. If you make a mistake, dozens, hundreds, or even more people will be killed, and for the sake of the Emperor, the battle line will collapse because of your mistake. "

The students all stood in a row, staring intently at the dean of the Nassimov Academy who was walking by. The tall and middle-aged dean of the Nassimov Academy came to the end of the line, and the accompanying officers in front of him also Standing aside and watching him.

"Terra is about to go to war. In order to protect the throne, everyone in the entire academy has to go to war. But you, as tenth grade students, have made such a mistake. Why do you think you have to go to war for the Emperor? ? The only thing you can do is to go up and be killed by the traitors in the blink of an eye, sacrifice to their evil god master, and bring shame to the emperor."

The dean of Nassimov Academy sighed and turned to look at the students behind him. Silva and his team members stood in a row and stared at the dean of Nassimov Academy.

"Your parents are both martyrs and heroes of the empire, but I hope you can live, because each of you is the future of the imperial army. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!" the students responded neatly. The dean of Nasimov Academy looked at them and nodded slightly. He looked at Silva at the front of the team, "Train again. This time, fight tanks and paralyze the target with one shell. , do you know how to do it?”

"Hit the engine and cockpit!" "Very well, keep the ammunition, don't shoot artillery shells randomly like those losers in the Defense Force, and don't be clever this time." "Understood!"

The dean of Nassimov Academy looked at the student monitor in front of him with satisfaction. He raised his hand and saluted him, "Go on." "Yes."

Silva saluted Dean Nasimov and immediately turned to face his students. "Toulouse will take the people to get the artillery shells, and the rest will recalibrate the artillery." "Yes!"

Dean Nassimov looked at the students who immediately dispersed and began to work. He sighed softly. Dean Nassimov looked up at the sky surrounded by high walls above his head. In the dark sky, he could see the top of his head. orbit, looking at the sailing warships, he knew that soon chaos would come from the sky, and they, these children, would have to fight.

They are all just children, in their teens and early twenties. They are not prepared to face war at all. These men and women were taught by him and his instructors. They are all the future of the empire. , but many people will die here, in the coming war.

They have no choice, neither the empire nor humanity has a choice. Facing the dark galaxy, the future of the entire human civilization is the same as these children. The candlelight swaying in the wind may be extinguished at any time.

Just as Dean Nassimov looked at the sky and sighed, an officer next to him came up from the side. He walked to Dean Nassimov and whispered, "Sir, someone is coming. He asked you to come over and ask for help." See you.”

"Who?" Dean Nasimov turned to look at the officer in surprise. He shook his head and pointed to the high wall gate at the edge of the training ground. "I don't know, but where is he waiting for you? I guess he is a big shot, yes. Deputy Dean Nassimov contacted me personally.”

The dean of Nakhimov Academy was silent for a moment, then he nodded and looked at the officers around him, "You stay and supervise their training, I will go alone." "Yes, sir."

The officers saluted the dean of Nakhimov Academy collectively, and after responding to their salute, dean Nakhimov walked towards the high wall. Dean Nakhimov's boots walked on the steel ground, and the sound of artillery behind him also rang again. Training resumed, but dean Nakhimov did not look at them, but looked forward and walked straight to the high wall.

He walked to the magnificent gate, which was the steel gate leading to other areas inside the academy. Dean Nakhimov looked at the huge eagle logo embedded on the gate above his head. The imperial logo was shining on it. Dean Nakhimov looked at the logo and lowered his head, looking at the black car parked outside the gate.

The black car was very low-key, but also very eye-catching. The reason was very simple. There was a man leaning against the door of the car, a man also dressed in black, leaning against the door.

"Where are the trainees? I hope I didn't disturb you." The man leaning against the car looked up at the Sky Eagle logo above his head. He had his back to Dean Nakhimov, but soon lowered his head and turned his face towards Dean Nakhimov, so that Dean Nakhimov could see his face clearly.

When Dean Nakhimov saw it clearly, he stood at attention and saluted him without any hesitation, "Lord Angwa, I didn't expect the Supreme Lord of the Tribunal to appear here."

"What? Afraid that I would scare your trainees?" Angwa said with a joking smile, and Dean Nakhimov shook his head gently. He turned his head to look at the trainees, and the dazzling light of the artillery illuminated their direction.

"No, they are not cowards, and some of them will become judges in the future. Are you here for the selection of new judges?" Dean Nasimov turned his head and looked at Angerwa in surprise. The latter stood up with a smile and patted the roof of the black car next to him.

"I'm not the one looking for you. I'm just a driver who's responsible for taking you there."

"Driver? Who can be so big that the High Lord of the Inquisition can be his driver?" The dean of Nasimov College asked puzzledly. After a moment of silence, he looked at Angwa with a surprised expression, "The chief speaker of the High Lord Council?"

"No, bigger than him. Besides, how could I drive for those idiots?" Angwa said as he opened the car door, then got into the car, sat in the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Okay, get in the car, he's waiting for you."

The dean of Nasimov College, who was not far away, obviously still didn't understand, but he still walked to the side of the car and looked at Angwa sitting in it, "Who?" "A god, get in the car now, we can't let him wait too long."