Chapter 304 Death Race

The air was full of the disgusting smell emitted by burning low-quality promethium, which smelled a bit like garlic or ozone. At the same time, the orcs' machines were also buzzing and noisy, and thick smoke billowed. The second lieutenant followed the capture operation from a distance with a salamander tank and observed with a telescope. On the battlefield, the space warriors did not dare to get too close because they were afraid of the power of about six Ork rockets on the Ork leader's vehicle.

Only the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction can do it, and he is very powerful. To be precise, both the pilot and him are very powerful. He can dodge attacks one after another at the fastest speed. The lens of the telescope looks quite clear. Then The pilot doesn't look like a Space Marine, and the vehicle even has a modified cockpit for him.

It's hard to imagine a mortal being so offended by a Space Marine. There must be something extraordinary about it, just like when the orc launched six sizzling bombs with a ignited gun, and he was able to find a gap and successfully dodge it, it can be called Miracle.

The heat generated by the explosion surrounded the car body. It was difficult for the second lieutenant to imagine that he could operate so exquisitely under such circumstances, as if the airship was his body. Such a miracle also caused the orc leader's expression to change from joy to one for the first time. Startled, and quickly, the Chief's strafing fire returned his bombardment.

The primer shells are thrown out from the heavy explosive shells one by one. Those exquisite designs allow the powerful power of the bullets to be fully used, almost immune to vicious problems such as jamming and explosion. The projectiles are also like rockets. In front of the car, the powerful power exploded into sparks on the giant dirty car.

The second lieutenant had to admit that this weapon was sturdier than it looked, and could even be protected from bomb blasts and tilted firepower to a certain extent. The orc boss relied on this and used the thick deck on his arm to protect the weapon that might be damaged. Crucial vehicle-mounted armament.

The second lieutenant looked a little anxious and turned on his radio to ask. "Your Majesty the Emperor, Warriors Astartes, don't we have a better solution?"

Soon the trustworthy voice of the Master Chief spread, carrying the hiss of explosive bombs. "The melta on other airships can take care of him, but he is too fast and we can't get close to the effective range. We need something big, fast, and with certain maneuverability."

the ensign scolded. "What can we have!? Lemanus can't hit him. It's too fast and too far. The orc is like an old fox who keeps an uncomfortable sense of distance. God knows how an orc can estimate so well? Probably another Is it something from their inexhaustible genetic treasure house?”

The sergeant stopped shooting. The ensign could see and hear an explosion about a hundred meters away. The emperor could not guarantee how long they could last in this situation, so the ensign asked anxiously. "How! Did those rockets make the situation worse?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Of course not."

The second lieutenant didn't know what was going on behind the scenes, so he could only reluctantly agree, and he made another military salute in the air. "Second Lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, I obey!" He turned to the officers and said. "Call a few people who can drive, and then bring over usable Chimeras, or Hercules crawlers. I need manpower, manpower that can ensure the poison blade lands on the ground as much as possible."

The Master Chief was very smart, and his psychic abilities helped him avoid the orc leader's deadly bombings time and time again, but he couldn't tell him what the soldier wanted. After a brief pause, he asked hesitantly. "what?"

The large communicator buzzed, and the second lieutenant said happily. "Are you able to communicate directly with the Bordero? Well done! And Lieutenant, although you are from Panlan, you really did a good job this time. This command was very experienced and reduced the death of a large number of soldiers."

"How about an Emperor's Baneblade as the finish line for your competition?" the ensign said jokingly.

The ensign answered immediately. "Boss?" He straightened his body and relaxed slightly, feeling relieved but also feeling guilty. After all, commanding was his responsibility, but he left his post to take charge of a more important position.

"But whoever is the crew member can airdrop something so big? If the heavy container is crushed by the weight of the poison blade in mid-air, a piece of work from Mars or an advanced forge world will collapse without any achievements. Its value is that if the supply is sufficient, it can Even if it is replenished, it is equivalent to a full Imperial Guard infantry regiment, not to mention that it is probably not possible to replenish a new Baneblade!" The sergeant is very aware of the situation of the Imperial Guard. The Baneblade is even comparable to a Rand in terms of complexity and cost. The Raider is even stronger. Such a behemoth that can change the situation of the battle is also the darling of the God of Machines. Now he wants to use it for extreme sports?

the Master Chief replied. "You are exactly the same as your boss, crazy and courageous. I am very glad that he has trained such soldiers, so that the empire can have a brief burst of vitality even at this old age."

he added. "Whenever you see the band emitted by the signal flare, the fortune teller will collect it and immediately project it to that location."

Alan Bayer was looking at the holographic battle map and asked. "Poison Blade? What are you doing? She wants to use it to stabilize the defense on the right side and is preparing to release it."

He raised his sword, and when everyone was inspired by his spirit, they devoted themselves to the work. Although people could not trust such empty talk, he was not that kind of person, because he was the miracle of the empire and the future of Pangia.

"Barely enough, many people are exhausted in the armory, thanks to the skill of our technical Miss Shenfu, but I don't recommend telling her about the situation on the ground." The captain shook his head.

He doesn't need promises and reality, and someone will execute his will. In this star zone where the Emperor's light is distorted by the existence of the Great Whirlpool, no one will think that this hero who dares to challenge the traitorous Red Corsair Group that makes the Empire fearful is a weak person, a thing made up of lies and deception.

"Although we can't tell the real situation, it is not an exaggeration. Our efforts and the placement of poison blades are related to the future of this star zone. The fight between the loyalists of the Emperor and the heretics, what we do now will be directly linked to the overall victory. Now everyone on the bridge, the Emperor bless us!"

Three or four transport ships muster their full power to slowly pull the goddess of death down, and on the ground, the smoke quickly attracted the attention of the orc leader. During this period, the Space Marines' containment made him very unhappy. Although there was still a lot of fuel in the car, he couldn't stand the Space Marines harassing him, and he couldn't help cursing. "Dead can, bad can, come and deal with me!"

"And the crew, the crew is me, to be precise, it's me and the people on this Salamander, and this Poison Blade doesn't need to be able to drive, doesn't need secondary weapons, doesn't need heavy howitzers, as long as her huge missile main gun can be successfully launched."

He immediately adjusted his posture. "Boss, I need the Emperor's Poison Blade!"

As Alan Baier said, the divine machine has too many things to bear, and he usually doesn't use it if he can. Now the risky plan in the lieutenant's head will put it in danger. The lieutenant also knows that he is wrong, and he said timidly. "Yes, boss, I will find a way to use the earth-shaking cannon to deal with that leader."

The lieutenant just answered easily. "Our goal is to win every war, no matter what the emperor asks, even from the overall situation we can let go of a victory, but responsibility is responsibility."

The lieutenant replied. "I found the leader. The Destruction Eagle is fighting him. The situation is getting worse. We need a decisive force, a huge sacred engine and its loyal and belligerent machine soul, boss!"

Such a brilliant tactic made the lieutenant recognize him. He walked quickly into the command room that had just been quickly piled up with sandbags and metal plates. There were messy communication pipelines and large radio stations. Many officers gathered together, crowded together, facing the tactical map that was scribbled and waiting for something.

The lieutenant was puzzled and asked with his back straight. "Which officer is doing that? I want to give him a promotion."

At this moment, the dark big radio emitted a familiar and vague voice to the lieutenant. "Someone is willing to come back in his busy schedule and give me a promotion. I am really grateful. Then I will finally become one of the high lords? Or do I have to completely master this star zone?" This voice is very familiar to everyone here, and there is blame in the words.

The lieutenant didn't say anything, just replied. "Yes, I got it." They had a tacit understanding as soldiers. When the Salamander tanks full of bullet holes passed through the complicated battlefield and relied on the lieutenant's authority to obtain the flares, time passed by minute by minute. At the same time, on the Bordello, they were slowly approaching the low-Earth orbit and they connected the radio.

The lieutenant replied. "Hold the orc and make him go around in circles. I need to get an airdrop indicator, such as the red flares used by the Imperial Guard, and pray to the Emperor that the things I need will fall down..."

"You want me to drop an Emperor's poison blade in the uninhabited wilderness?!" Alan Baier cursed the plan unhappily. "That was entrusted to me by Panlan. If I damage it or even destroy it by the orcs, how can I explain it to the Forging Sage?"

"Can I regard it as a compliment?" The lieutenant replied a little self-deprecatingly and began to arrange for the soldiers to return to the camp to obtain those things, while the sergeant said it openly. "If you succeed, it's your responsibility. If you fail, it's your responsibility. But I will also take it, at least half."

Therefore, when the lieutenant advanced to the rear of the defense line in the bumpy explosion and hail of bullets, he did not collapse because of the lax command of the orcs who were besieging them. Instead, he became more organized. The Imperial Guard formed three lines and great tactical depth to hinder the enemy, cooperate with each other, and help each other.

After a long time, the voice of the sergeant appeared again, muttering in the fuzzy sense of the electric signal. "Two speedboats, four battle brothers, we suffered heavy losses, and the damn orc laughed wildly because of this, and what we need is such a weapon, which will explode, has a longer range than the hot melt, and has great power. The aftermath alone can overturn a vehicle."

So, Alanbaier on Bordello turned off the communicator. The tactical deployment had been planned. He drank coffee and looked at the blurry holographic projection on the bridge. The captain asked him. "I thought you would refuse."

"There are many reasons behind this." The chief of staff replied, and his thinking was also inclined to take the initiative, and Alanbaier spoke. "Can the poison blade be launched?"

"If you lose the poison blade, I will make you clean the bathroom for two months. Secondly, I have another request. You must capture the orc leader alive." Alan Baier's request was strange, but he was not doing it for the leader, but for the potential cooperation between him and the Purple Hand. The intelligence in it might be more valuable than a poison blade. Of course, he also had the confidence to repair the possible conflict with Pan Lan.

The sergeant replied. "The dark metal field is absolutely open."

But the lieutenant was about to give up, and Alan Baier said again. "Go and arrange the airdrop point. I will notify the armory to make it more accurate. I will not allow this place to make mistakes."

"Earth-shaking cannon?" the lieutenant muttered. "How could there be such a thing at this time, and it just happened to stop in front?" But he soon thought of another giant and said. "Sergeant, is the terrain ahead open?"

Soon, a special band was sensed by Bordello. First, the most sensitive navigator sent a signal, then the astrology instrument, Emperor bless, those red smoke rose from the ground, even the stupidest servitors now tried their best to use their squeaking limbs to fill the huge poison blade with ammunition and fuel. With the service and labor of thousands of people, this huge war machine was stuffed into a large, dark heavy container, and even this large box for delivery was temporarily assembled.

"I am rudely asking you here. I can't achieve the achievements of the boss, Alan Baier, nor do I have his decisiveness. I am not even sure if I can get that terrible war lady, but I hope that you can help me to restrain this orc leader on this damn plain."

The lieutenant shook his head. "That's not me in charge."

"Do you know how much of our military supply and maintenance work Panlan is responsible for? They are almost exclusive to Skadi, and they are a sect, a religion, and independent. They only take on so many burdens because of my kindness. And you want to throw the symbols of Skadi and Panlan into a deserted wilderness full of orcs?"

The sergeant just looked at the red fog in the distance, paying attention to when the airdrop will arrive, and the orc leader became more impatient because of the smoke. His fighting instinct was shouting that something was threatening him, not canned food, but something more troublesome.

He suddenly opened fire, trying to break free with violence, but those airships were clinging to him, and they didn't want to give him any room even if they were blown up. The orc leader was scolded and annoyed, and the local transport ship approached the atmosphere, dragging heavy cargo slowly approaching. Two Chimera armored vehicles full of people who risked their lives to leave the camp stopped at the edge of the signal flares emitting red smoke, and someone waved flares to identify the target and slowly drop the heavy cargo.

When the container fell to the ground, the weight of the huge metal engine began to cause the ground to collapse. The obvious dent was frightening, and the entire ground was cracking. If the poison blade fell into it at this moment, everything would fail...