Chapter 237: Encirclement Outside the Encirclement

The hot air in the earth became more and more intense. The heat in the earth's core seemed to become active. The temperature had reached an astonishing 29 degrees. The endless long road was in the distance. The heavy truck convoys were also spewing smoke, promethium, fuel, driving forward.

The smoke that those two-link civilian fuel engines continuously spewed out for evil made the turbid and rare air outside the cave less and less.

Rumble, in the silent and quiet earth, another vibration came with the roaring thunder or the unpleasant smell of gunpowder. Fragments and iron sheets flew everywhere. The heavy off-road tires of the vehicles rolled into the metal scraps in the distance before they stopped.

Behind the small convoy, the mechanical priest stretched out his highly modified body. Even though others had emphasized that it was very dangerous there, the traitor of the dark mechanical cult was not afraid. He did not deny humans. His metal body was stronger than the stupid armor of the vehicle body.

If he could be penetrated, staying in the car would be useless. He walked out of the car on his own to check those things. He was confident that his transformation could make up for the small-scale armed force attacks outside the war zone, and was ready to recover the scattered supplies.

His huge metal body showed agility different from the normal speed of movement. The high-powered servo pumped the highly illegally modified body outside it. The Dark Mechanicus was not such a thing. They violated the regulations of the Empire and the Mechanicus to meet their personal needs for knowledge and practice, so that their bodies were not experimental products.

But the goods that made those things so valued were the treasures they made with all their strength, the most elite equipment of the Empire, and the equipment of war.

And when he walked into the ruins of the vehicle, bent down and used his many legs and arms to check the treasures for the Space Marines, looking at the buried works and the bombs scattered on the ground, the dissatisfaction with the Space Marines became more and more intense. In many things, the stupidity of the Space Marines and the Mechanicus's desire for knowledge produced many contradictions.

When the complicated rituals or behaviors of worshipping Chaos Gods are seen by the Magi who are fed up with the complicated religion of the Mechanicus and leave their hometowns in pursuit of the truth, the feeling that makes them sick will creep into their hearts, the emotions suppressed by the so-called doctrines and credibility and the truth they desire.

He embraces the terrible power of destruction, and he can't see the true appearance of the world. When he is not satisfied with sneaking around in the dark and making small moves, he comes to the Red Corsairs, but is still led by the stupid customs and beliefs of the Space Marines...

And he wiped off the fallen things, a terrible bolt weapon with sharp edges, to be precise, it is the bolt gun that the Space Marines often use. Therefore, tomorrow's transportation is very important. Every bolt, every bullet represents countless wealth and manpower, and it is also the work of the technical Magi who has worked hard.

"Stupid things..." He didn't know whether he was scolding the people who ambushed there or insulting the Space Marines, and whether the disgusting resentment was real.

He was ready to recycle more things at this moment. The speed of the servitors was a little slower than his, so he followed behind. When the mechanical half-human servants came, the recycling work was carried out in an orderly manner.

The bullets were wiped clean, soaked in holy oil, and put back into the box. The explosive bombs and plasma guns needed to be carefully repaired by the technical sages. At the same time, a large amount of food was abandoned. Because the trucks were overloaded, nothing was more deadly than vehicles overweight when driving on the road. In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Space Marines, those mortals could become victims.

At the same time, the Mechanicus could also choose to abandon their servitors, but that self-sacrificing choice would obviously not appear in that era.

Human life is the least valuable thing. In such a special situation, food becomes the cheapest discard. After all, 60% of the defense force is not mortals but Space Marines. Secondly, it is difficult for mortal troops to confront the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, and such a choice is rational and chilling.

But the essence of such a well-calculated mechanical "Zhuge Liang" is also composed of arrogance and ignorance. He consciously brought the Skadi into the countless Imperial Guards he had defeated before, those troops that would be defeated with just a little trick.

They were not weak troops using laser guns, but they could defeat the Space Marines and the legions of countless Imperial enemies. When the sage arrogantly regarded those mortals as weak, Leitlin's gun was aimed at his brain, which would never be replaced.

Red bullets shot out from the metal ruins, and the strong quantifiable body of heat rays cut through the hot air there, followed by an amazingly accurate shooting. After a distance of dozens of meters, it turned into a flame of death and cut off the whole head full of thoughts.

The fault was like a hot iron block, and all the flesh and metal on it no longer existed, as if those things had never existed.

The sage's body fell, the servitors were in a mess, his students shouted from the vehicles, and the mortals started the engines, but the continuous shooting was aimed at the hearts of the traitors before the engines started.

The engines, cabs, dozens of trucks, armored vehicles, and transport vehicles were paralyzed, and the people who survived could hide outside the vehicles in fear, trembling with their weak personal promethium headlights and those priceless transported goods.

Is it ridiculous? Those powerful weapons can't protect anyone at this moment. There is a sense of crisis when those mortals hear the footsteps approaching, whether it is an illusion or reality. Because of their beliefs and environment, they have been taking hallucinogens for a long time, so that they can't tell the basic situation.

Those who feel that the battlefield was originally used to help them fearlessly serve the gods after falling into excitement, but now it has become a negative feedback that amplifies fear. Those servitors are killed, shot, heads and metal, projectiles and vaporized, Chaotic sounds, things knocking, screaming.

It felt like everything was being pulled forward slowly but quickly, as if the perception had become countless times stronger, but those things could feel death.

Fear struck so intensely that it was suffocating. The most basic desires of life were stripped of their shells of faith and worship. Those who betrayed the empire because of cowardice or obedience began to face their weak external hearts.

When the door of the cabin was opened, a fierce light stimulated his eye membranes, and there was an exclamation.

"Emperor! What is he doing?!" That was the voice of the Letling kid, and what he saw was a bloody mess, the cultist cutting his own body with a saber, the chaotic clothes, and the broken armor of the former Imperial Guard. With chaos-style decorations and runes, his face was very pale and red.

Now he used the saber to smash his abdomen to pieces and screamed horribly, as if the Imperial Guard had done it to him by mistake.

The Master Chief walked in holding his nose, ignoring the crazy thing, and took away the usable ammunition and some good enough supplies, but not much, it was enough for them to ambush for a few days, and there was a need for the remaining things there. Use red phosphorus bombs to burn them all.

And he explained it very kindly. "He smoked too much. He saw it. He didn't join the army at that time. Instead, he was working as a PDF to suppress the rebellion outside the hive city."

"People who believe in chaos will need all kinds of messy things to maintain their madness. Some sects choose cannibalism, and some people like complex religions. But the most convenient and widely accepted things are actually hallucinogens."

"According to legend, in the ancient Terran era, some people took hallucinogenic toxins and poisonous mushrooms to gain contact with their gods in hallucinations. There were also many people who obtained the power of miracles through this method, which is also called spiritual power. ”

"In other words, hallucinogens actually appear frequently, and when they are taken for a long time, most people do not become psychics, but become fragile. If they fall into a person's situation, they will be stimulated to madness by war or fear. ”

"Stress reaction, like a beast, unable to think, unable to understand the situation around you, and then die."

"The gain outweighs the loss, isn't it? Is that just the so-called contacting the evil god?" The boy Letling had not experienced many things, so the Master Chief could not have thought of the terrifying power of the magical beings he encountered.

"I've seen the empire's legal psychics. Those things are like cats, domestic cats. If I see those cult psychics one day, I won't doubt why they are willing to go crazy to get those powers. , that can really change your own destiny, and very quickly.”

"Everyone likes that. Everyone believes that they are the chosen one and the destiny, but the reality is often not the case. Crazy, explosive, death or other, just to climb to other human beings, they will Will try it.”

"How tempting. Without any burden, if you can control yourself and not die, you can reverse everything, control everything, and enjoy everything. However, those who have reason and are unwilling to take hallucinogens are forced by the environment to accept it, but The original Dongchang was just a drug addict." As he spoke, the Master Chief crushed the dying lunatic's head with his foot. The skull was instantly shattered by the impact and pressure, and he lost consciousness and died.

He picked up the box he picked out again and handed it to the boy Letling. "Pack my share, three days' worth of food, and take it to the pipe. Be careful not to be followed. Then come east and they will install incendiary bombs and clear the area."

He looked at the tired look on the Letling boy's face and emphasized again. "There will be more and more operations like Jiedonglai. The enemy will definitely send vehicles more frantically to supplement the shortage on the front line. If you can't hold on, you can apply for a rest."

"Can't you hold it...can't you hold it?" Kid Laitlin asked, holding a thick box that was as tall as his own body. "I don't need to take care of him. Although he is shorter and thinner, he is also a soldier and even recruited by the Sun Lord."

The Master Chief realized that he was being impolite. No one could fault a brave man who took the initiative to go to a desperate situation. He should not regard people other than Catachan as such weak beings, but he would not apologize. Do you continue to sort out supplies like an old father who is not good at words?

Soon, the terrible smoke and light unique to red phosphorus bombs were rising in the wilderness. Otherwise, the war would be like this, and the victory would not be won by persecuting everything, and the Catachans also moved from living in the forest to living in the pipeline.

They formed a special encirclement, blocking the progress of most supplies. It was not possible to drive in that imperfect place full of stones and metal waste. Not abandoning those roads was their only choice.

Only a few people composed of a rear disruptor successfully hindered the entire front. War is destined to be complicated, and sometimes more people do not mean victory.

The enemy's mistake that time was very accurate, and they took advantage of the geographical advantage. The invasion of the impregnable fortress was already disturbing enough, but in such a situation, Dong was able to organize resistance and siege very quickly, which shows that the Imperial Guard once again encountered A tough enemy.

Deep in the pipeline, those wet places are a second home made of metal, places that people hate but have to endure.

The warm light flickered, and the Leitlings fried warm food and waited. The guerrilla war would become a long one. Although the victory was smooth, no one could tell what would happen next.

The Catachan soldiers made simple mines to hinder the advance of the enemy's vehicles. Promethium, rechargeable magazines, a small amount of leg grenades, gunpowder and other messy things were definitely more powerful than professional military ones, but they were not the best answer at the moment.

The sergeant was sticking to the wall of the pipe to listen for any weak vibrations on the ground nearby. His auspicious instrument was tightly attached to the wall, and everything seemed normal.

Until the bright red light appeared on the instrument, the sergeant immediately covered the flame with a lid, extinguished the things that had risen with great difficulty, and blocked all the sounds there, and gave quiet instructions in leg language.

On the ground, several Space Marines patrolled there, and from time to time they checked the unused pipes. To be precise, they were checking all the places where there were people, holding the auspicious instrument in their legs, and collecting most of the intelligence.

At this moment, the bright red giant said to his war brother. "Brother, have you checked that pipe?"

"The biggest one?"

"No, the one next to it, someone seems to have crawled into the pipe mouth, I see." He squatted and rubbed the pipe mouth with his legs and fingers, but he didn't touch any moss. There must be someone who has been there, and even often goes in and out.

"Rat, found it..." The Chaos Space Marines looked at each other, and then slowly moved eastward. As a reconnaissance force, they were equipped with flash bombs and boarding shields, so close combat in the pipe was no problem.

The captain took out the flash bomb and threw it eastward. It fell into the pipe with a whoosh, and then flashed. The fierce light made the whole pipe look like it was struck by lightning.

Then the Chaos Space Marines walked into the pipe, turned on the night vision of the power armor, and moved forward with their legs holding shields.

The dark pipe gradually became brighter, the captain said. "Someone, that..." He looked at the iron barrel in front of him, which was covered by a lid. He walked forward quickly, holding up his shield to check the barrel vigilantly. When he opened the thing, a landmine was also visible inside!

"Damn it!"

Boom, boom, the huge force overturned the Space Marine. Because of the shield, he was not injured, but he was in a mess. However, the No Pipeline was not so lucky. The power of the explosion spread in the pipeline, causing the place to collapse completely, trapping several Chaos Space Marines there.

At the same time, the sergeant was eating grilled steaks in the pipeline and cutting the food. "It seems that his trap worked. I didn't expect the fake pipeline entrance to work so well."

Catachan No Survival Expert, how could Coco make such a low-level mistake, and when the steak entered, Chaos once again lost to his own arrogance.