Chapter 160 Servo Skull Discovers the Base, Prelude to War

Chapter 160 The servo skull goes to the ground, the prelude to the war

People spend far more energy trying to avoid fear than they do trying to get what they want.

————Dan Brown

The hot wind and the dust of the wilderness always accompany the cleaning operations of the Imperial Guard, but those orcs seem to have no command, but they are very capable of escaping. They have escape routes planned in advance, and they also have additional modifications such as injectors or turbochargers. Even Alan Baier was not sure whether the burning of some substance made those orcs run at extremely fast speeds. Maybe it was excrement, but those guys could do anything.

After all, the smell was almost inaudible, and the strange black mist could not even obscure the view of the vehicles behind. Looking at the garbage truck rumbling in front of him, Alan Bayer felt a little irritated.

"Give it to him, he'll shoot." The Salamander Commander tank is equipped with the Imperial War Engine of Storm Bombs and Promethium Flamethrower. Its purpose is not to resist armor, but to conduct reconnaissance and clearance against infantry. But Alan Bair was no ordinary person. He held his breath and concentrated, holding down the storm bomb with his superhuman arm strength, and fired.

If you want to comment on the feeling, is it stable? Even if it is set up in a car, few people can hold down the gun and fire the barrel until it turns red. I want to know if that thing can re-explode!

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, a roar like thunder exploded in the wilderness, and the other members of the reconnaissance vehicle crew were already chatting with each other. "The leader is performing stunts again." The driver said casually, looking at the narrow field of view of the vehicle, seeing the heavy explosive shells falling like raindrops and the dust kicked up.

Xie Donglai's gun legs rubbed his biceps. He looked at the leader's strong but not exaggerated legs and arms. It was difficult to understand how he did it.

The staff officer fiddled with the buttons on the communicator, and then suddenly said something. "about there."

When he finished speaking, the fierce gunfire stopped, the driver suddenly turned sharply, the tires of the orc engine burst during the shooting, the engine smoked, the weak points of the armor were beaten into a hornet's nest, and many farts died, etc. The car broke down due to problems and suddenly stopped, causing the driver to dodge again and again.

But judging from the driver's proficiency, it seemed that this was not the first time. Alan Beyer was wearing goggles with Dong Sheng and yawned. "What's the channel tomorrow? Staff officer."

The staff officer replied. "Station 7, the orcs nearby are basically being killed." The staff officer stepped out of the car, wearing a scarf, and fired at the parked car of the orcs, one after another, whether there were any injuries or whether the orcs were safe. If they don't move, they will surrender, even if they don't, they will shoot the corpses to make those things pretending to be dead scream.

The Emperor's explosive bombs can do just that. Just one shot can penetrate the skin and muscles of the orcs, hit their core, and then explode. The orcs hit by the staff also died ugly.

At first, the crew turned around, and the promethium flamethrower hit the Orc vehicle by mistake, and because it was lunch time, those people took out cans and watched while eating, and the flames were spraying. There were many Orcs alive or dying, hiding in the vehicle. Inside, there were those wailing screams and the smell of burning and carbonized muscles.

More villains than villains, maybe that's how it feels. The Pi Nao Empire is not a good thing in the first place. For humans, they have tried their best to live in the east, so they can do this, and they can do this.

There is no way to judge what is wrong or moral in that cruel universe, Alan Bayer thought, and put the can he had just opened on the pipe of the flamethrower to heat it. The orc wanted to burn it thoroughly and spray it for a while. According to His experience is enough to make those delicious cans boil with oil.

Others chose to put the can on the hood of their car. Anyway, there were no living things in that world, and there were no so-called vultures.

The staff officer looked around with a telescope and waited for his lunch to be heated by the natural energy. The star also served its "master" conscientiously. At least Alan Bayer thought so. It was a bit of Ah Q's spirit, which was obviously wrong. As far as that universe is concerned, they deny nothing.

Alan Bayer picked up the oily canned meat, chewed it gently with starch stained pieces, and stared at the auspicious device. He actually noticed something just now, that is, the orcs seemed to be deliberately avoiding the points near the West District. He I suspect it may be close to the enemy camp.

During that period, the traitor Space Marines carried out several relocations and guerrilla warfare to maintain their mobility and concealment, which also prevented Alan Bair from finding their base. At this time, almost two days had passed since such a large-scale encirclement and suppression. Nearly the entire wilderness had been explored by the Imperial Guard, and the location of the enemy was gradually becoming clear.

Alan Beyer thinks it’s almost done. "After eating, they will explore to the west." He said that, stirring the soft meat. If all the problems can be solved from tomorrow to tomorrow, then he can probably start planning how to take back the Pangia sub-sector. Planned.

Although he is not a navy, there is no doubt that land forces are one of the core of combat operations.

Taking back a planet for the Emperor would make humanity in that universe easier, so he wouldn't hesitate in that matter.

When the last piece of starch stained with meat juice entered his stomach, he shouted. "Start, target the west, carry out a carpet search, staff, contact other members of their reconnaissance company."

"That's almost it. Start the engine, sing the hymn, follow the Imperial Infantry Prayer Guide, maintain the best condition, and then approach that way."

After Alanbair's order, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to prepare in an orderly manner. Prayers and the roar of the engine slowly surrounded the narrow space outside the vehicle.

"Reduce speed, hide forward, and move forward slowly by relying on craters and protrusions." Alanbair leaned out of the vehicle and began to investigate the situation there with a telescope. The auspicious instrument in the vehicle was also exploring the situation there all the time.

It seemed quiet there, very quiet, making people feel that it was just an ordinary, empty hot wilderness.

The vehicle moved forward for about two hours, almost to the vicinity of the fallen area of ​​the Mechanicus city. It was so far away that it was beyond the area where the orcs often appeared. There was no place for the warship to land. Even the staff officer who trusted Alanbair the most had to ask. "Are there really enemies of the Empire there?"

He didn't doubt such a thing. After all, nothing could be hidden in that endless wilderness, but Alanbair was still concentrating on looking at the map there.

"Yes, yes, the orcs are definitely in that direction..."

Alanbair firmly believed in the tricks he learned from a certain Imperial Guard in school. Anyway, he had never suffered a setback in this regard. As long as the number of enemies was large enough and the data brought was enough, he could analyze it one day, but it seemed that he was indeed wrong at this moment...

Are there too few enemies? The orcs killed by the Imperial Guard in the past two days could feed a single hive world for a long time, which was not a small number, but why was the wilderness still so quiet, even a little scary.

His intuition felt that it was good there, but after the vehicle drove around the place three or four times, he gave up. Although there were spiritualistic things related to the world, he could not follow his intuition for everything.

Although the intuition and physical location speculations there were consistent with the requirements, but no enemy was seen, this matter still made Alanbair a little concerned.

"Leave a servo skull and tell him to bury it in the sand and wait."

The staff officer said. "It will burn out, and the sand will easily sink into its neurons. The long-term operation of the micro anti-gravity engine will produce a lot of burden."

Alan Baier replied. "Bury it. If there is no situation three hours after they leave, it will be cut off. During that time, they will build a command camp nearby to monitor the skull's image. Of course, if the temperature is detected to be too high, it will be cut off."

The staff officer said puzzledly. "Isn't the cost too high? A set of related equipment and a servo skull, it is very likely to be a waste of money."

The skull is the legacy of the loyalists. With complex machinery and endless injections, the donor will continue to work hard for the empire after death. In a way, Alan Baier's plan requires the risk of a loyalist's complete death in exchange for illusory clues.

And any resource is a precious treasure for the empire, and it is the currency of the emperor. Even officers cannot squander it. That time, the staff officer stood in front of Alan Baier and said. "No, Captain."

Alanbair looked at the seemingly empty wilderness in the distance, and then looked at the blueprint with three arcs drawn on his leg. Did he believe in his own plan or the judgment of the staff?

He was not sure. The Chief of Staff of the Imperial Guard in front of him had followed him through so many places, defeated many enemies, and even defeated countless nightmares of the Empire. Although he often paralyzed himself, he even made Alanbair forget that the staff was a position that existed for the Empire.

"He understood. That plan he..."

"Will not give up. He has to believe in his inspiration and his choice. If he doesn't do it, things will get worse. Staff, give him the communicator!" His eyes were firm and his tone did not drift. The staff also answered.

"No... he came. If there was nothing really strange about that matter, and if I didn't find heretics or aliens, he would record the plan intact and hand it over to the military headquarters of Terra after the war." The staff answered.

Alan Baier was a little unhappy. He had been emphasizing that he had to have clean legs and feet if he wanted to spend his old age peacefully, but his closest person was like that. However, the staff officer still did not withdraw, indicating that he believed in Alan Baier's judgment.

The staff officer took out his servo skull and said. "It is BT-34721, his former comrade-in-arms. Use it."

Alan Baier looked at the severely modified floating bone. The imperial eye could feel the heaviness in it, but he quickly came to his senses. He believed in his own judgment, no matter when and where... or rather, he had to believe it.

The staff officer operated the skull and buried it in the high temperature and gravel. The matter was done as covertly as possible, even if it looked stupid from the outside, like a war with the air.

The Imperial Guard's vehicle also slowly drove away. Not far away, about a few hundred meters away, a simple fully enclosed tent was used to build a temporary command point that was so hot that it would dehydrate people to connect to the skull's display.

It took two hours to build the camp, and there was only one hour left for monitoring. No one knew if there would be any changes during that time, but Alan Baier didn't want the skull of the loyalist to be damaged.

The engineering team kept adjusting the images and transistors. Compared with the holographic projection equipment often used in the command room, it was just an ordinary LCD screen that could not estimate the size, length, and depth of the target, or even the black and red one. Although simple, it was portable.

Covered by a heavy all-terrain sealed tent, the outdoor temperature reached about 34 degrees Celsius, which may not be enough. Only water molecules will not dissipate as fast as outside, but the sweltering heat will make people more susceptible to heatstroke, even if it is not. The floodgates also have to be changed every ten minutes, or even five minutes.

But Alan Bayer and the staff officer just let the sweat flow down their foreheads as if nothing was wrong. They just kept staring at the bright screen in Buxiongmao, covered with gravel on the edge, as if the skull was not his head.

He drank a glass of water to barely relieve his consumption. In just one hour, Alan Bayer was unwilling to give up any opportunity, not to mention that his skull was also enduring the terrible temperature.

As time passed, the heat resistance of the skull began to get worse and worse. The temperature outside was already around 40-50, which is enough to melt the core of a small electronic device that is running, not to mention that it is buried in the scorching heat. Inside the gravel that has been baked for a day, the fact that it has been without malfunctions for such a long time is already a gift from the machine soul. This is what the people in the engineering department can say.

"Captain, it's almost time. There's no time."

Alan Bayer looked at the screen eagerly, still without saying a word. He wanted to delay it longer because he didn't want to return in vain, but the staff had reached its limit. "Let his companions come back, that's all. Commander, he ordered me in the name of senior chief of staff."

Alan Bayer replied. "Ten minutes, another ten minutes...it can't be wrong, maybe those orcs are very vigilant..."

The staff officer replied. "Don't say such crazy things. The temperature my skull is enduring is something that a mortal body like mine can't endure even for a few minutes. It's like a burning flame!"

"I don't want the emperor's clean heir to be raped..." He hesitated before saying that sentence. "Stupid pay!"

Alan Bayer's complexion was completely bad. "Stupid... no... he's a little paranoid, let the skull come back..."

"Let it leave the sand..." He gave up. He would get his luck or lose his life. He couldn't force things to happen, and nothing would really be smooth sailing... If you can't find something, you can't find it.

The staff officer raised his Holy Emblem of Control at this moment. The controller with the kraft paper and the empire's small electronic seal could call the skull back after receiving instructions.

At this moment, the video screen also began to fly up staggeringly, but at this moment, whether it was an illusion or not, in the sand dunes far away in front of the skull, an orc vehicle slowly climbed out of it.

Alan Bair shouted in surprise. "found it!"

The staff officer also immediately summoned Tingdong, looking at the bunkers and concealments made by the heretics that were opened in the screen.

"God Emperor..." He couldn't help but sigh, because he couldn't believe it unless he saw it. Countless orcs were making many terrible war engines out of steel in a hollowed-out hill, orc cans, and those It's nothing, the real horror is the dark, terrifying metal dragon with its body covered by armor, and a monster dozens of meters high crawling in it.

Alan Byrma is saying. "I found it. That's the thing that made it impossible to start the machine in the entire area that day!"