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Chapter 345 Mad Max
"Warhammer 40: Mad Max".

This was the only thought that came into Fu Qinghai's mind when he saw the Xie Ri clan swarming out with his own eyes.

Sensitive, fast, and diverse, the tactics of the Red Sun Machine Repair Gang are very skillful, and they are not weak opponents.

But right now, this gang of bozoku racers full of wasteland style seems to have encountered some kind of powerful enemy.

A large number of racing cars and trucks were blocked outside the city gate, and the fast monsters who rushed in first seemed to have jumped into a trap and were caught and shut up.

The opponent's commander took a whole ten enchanted warriors as bait for sacrifice in one breath, which was very generous.Possessed warriors heal almost instantly from ranged attacks - unreasonable reality-altering forces from the warp, only fire and melee attacks can kill them more effectively.

If in the right environment - such as the passage of the battleship, a single enchanted warrior can easily replace an entire tactical Astartes squad, and is a very valuable advanced infantry.

Obviously, even the Chaos Gang of Khorne are not stupid dogs who only have "hacking and hacking" in their minds. They also have tactics and tricks...Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

If Fu Qinghai knew that the Chaos Warband in the stronghold was mainly composed of space fighters from the former World Eaters Legion, then he would definitely change his words: "I didn't say it."

Khorne may pay attention to a little command art, but a guy with Butcher's Nails in his mind, Khorne Faith + Butcher's Nails, must be a stupid dog who only knows how to "hack and chop".

Fu Qinghai has always been prejudiced against the Twelfth Legion.

Seeing that the battle situation became anxious again, the first company commander thought to himself, "Khan really knows things like a god", and he no longer raised the matter of shooting. The two continued to lurk on the hillside, relying on the images sent back by the servo skull to observe the orc convoy and the chaos. Battle of warbands.

"The orcs are in trouble."

Fu Qinghai said in a low voice.

"How to say?"

Joe Star turned around and asked.

"The orc sitting in the tricycle is the biggest orc I've seen so far. According to Orc's common sense, it has a high probability of being the war boss of the Red Sun Machine Repair Gang."

Fu Qinghai pointed out the key points:
"If the boss of the war didn't rush into the city gate, but stayed outside to take command, maybe this orc had a chance to regroup, but if it died inside...then the orcs of the Xie Sun clan would definitely collapse on the spot. "

"Beheading."

Moon Wolf Warrior nodded in understanding.

"It depends on the personal combat power of the war boss... Wait, what is that thing?"

While Fu Qinghai was talking, he was suddenly attracted by the incident outside the city gate.

In the team of the Red Sun Mechanic Repair Gang, four strange cars with a very low chassis, which look like the wasteland version of the F1 formula car, suddenly speed up on the spot, and the roar of the engine can be heard from far away. In no time, the speed was raised to the extreme, and then... four strange cars rushed straight towards the wall!

"What are they going to do, knock down the wall?"

Joe Star asked in surprise.

This is too reckless, and looking at the thin armor and low shape of the strange car, it doesn't look like a siege vehicle.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

The four strange cars were speeding all the way, rushing towards the thick wall of the stronghold, and at the moment when they were about to hit the wall and destroy the car... suddenly an electric arc flickered in front of the strange car, and a subspace crack appeared out of thin air and swallowed it completely.

Four strange cars disappeared.

"Um!?"

Joe Star widened his eyes.

"Boom... bang... bang bang bang..."

More explosions and gunfire sounded from inside the stronghold.

"They... just went in like this?"

Qiao Shida vaguely guessed the answer and asked.

"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, orc teleportation technology."

Fu Qinghai sighed with a complex expression.

The four subspace cracks that engulfed the strange car appeared and disappeared almost instantly. If one hadn't stared at them all the time, it would be difficult to find out how the strange car disappeared out of thin air.

Orcs' technological creations are like this. Just looking at the appearance, there is smoke here, there is dregs there, and the quality control is extremely poor, but they work, and they can achieve unexpected results.

Fu Qinghai had never seen this kind of strange car before.

But he knew of the existence of the war moon.

Both of these are concrete manifestations of orc teleportation technology.

Today is really an eye-opener.

Fu Qinghai was amazed.

……

Dimensional rally car!
Leowin has his trump card, the Khorne Bull.

The old lame also has its killer dimensional rally car.

The core technology of the dimensional rally car is the large dimensional shock engine inside. This device can create a short and unstable subspace rift, which opens in front of the dimensional rally car, allowing people and cars to pass through this dimension together. Passages, passing flawlessly through obstacles and fortifications of any physical kind, and emerging somewhere farther away.

Through this device, the dimensional rally car can pass through any impregnable fortress and fortress with iron walls, and then suddenly appear in the heart of the enemy, catching them by surprise-provided that the fortress or fortress does not have a void shield installed, the void shield can isolate the sub space teleportation.

In addition, it is also a good choice for escape.

Of the four dimensional rally cars that broke into the stronghold, except for one unlucky guy, the moment he teleported in, he crashed into a building and was scrapped and disintegrated on the spot. Ammunition, light up the rockets on the roof in one breath, and then crush, set fire, chug...the whole process.

Ammunition boxes caught fire and fuel tanks exploded.

Several huge pillars of smoke rose quickly inside the stronghold.

There are only four dimensional rally cars, the limited space inside the stronghold greatly limits their speed, and they are quickly torn apart by the firepower of the Spartan tanks and mastodon tanks, but after some trouble, the red sun The Machine Repair Gang finally broke through the pocket formation encirclement set up by the Fifteen Fangs Gang.

Biker boys swarmed into the stronghold.

The chaotic battle began, entering the familiar rhythm of the orcs.

The servo skull can only float quietly outside the stronghold, and can't get too close to the battlefield, let alone enter the stronghold. Fu Qinghai and Qiao Shida don't know the situation inside the stronghold.

After thinking for a long time, Fu Qinghai suddenly stood up, put down the data tablet in his hand, turned over and got on the jet motorcycle, and said:

"Prepare to strike!"

"Not waiting for them to decide the winner, Khan?"

Joe Star asked from the side.

"just like what you said."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice:

"We want whole Spartans and mastodons, not a pile of post-war scrap metal."

"understand!"

The first company commander waited for this moment for a long time, heard that he stopped talking nonsense, and also turned over and rode the jet motorcycle.

"call out……"

Fu Qinghai steered the steer-shaped jet motorcycle into the air slowly, turned around, and looked at the many subordinates hiding in the valley behind him, including the space warriors of the chapter, and Attila's barbarians and Krieger from the two imperial guards. death trooper.

As is customary, this is the moment when the pre-war speech should be delivered.

"My name is Qingshan Khan."

Facing everyone's gaze, Fu Qinghai said loudly:
"A name with a special meaning. Once, my armor was like that milky white Chogolis, and the scar on the bridge of my nose was my personal label. Yes, I am the son of a great khan. I represent the warband, I represent the storm, and I represent the white scars that gave their lives at my hands."

All the space warriors present knew the biography of their chapter master very well, knowing that he came from the Fifth Legion, but the two imperial guard regiments from Krieger and Attila were obviously not very familiar with their commanders.

They lined up in a crowded valley, all raising their heads, silently watching the motorcycle rider suspended in mid-air.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, stirring Fu Qinghai's black hair.

"It's a bit windy today."

Fu Qinghai smiled and said:

"I smell greenskins and chaos."

"Their stench can only attract crows. They can't stop the storm and death. We will not be imprisoned by them, we are the cage that imprisoned them. We ignite the raging flames on this planet, and we will eventually clear the green Thyme and Chaos offal. We shall return triumphantly, and tell your descendants the story of what happened in the land called Karnak...and the death of Chaos and the Alien!"

"There is glory in death, there is no disgrace in life!"

Finally, Fu Qinghai quoted a maxim from Chogris, ending this short pre-war speech.

The warriors of the warband clenched their fists and beat their chests in unison.

Attila's barbarian cavalry pulled up their horses one after another, beat their chests heavily with the arms holding the hunting spears, and uttered loud shouts and roars in their mouths. Krieger's death cavalry stood still without saying a word, but their raging fighting spirit was gone. Sent through the mask.

On the day when the teacher leaves, there is the glory of death, but no disgrace of life.

From "Wu Zi's Art of War·On Generals Fourth".

Fu Qinghai nodded in satisfaction, put on the helmet, picked up the Guan knife, pulled the handle to turn the direction, and said:

"set off!"

The shriek that ripped through the air was accompanied by the throbbing roar of the engine.

The two jet motorcycle companies took off together.

Fu Qinghai connected to the communication channel and said:
"Li Hanxing, Tariha, led the cavalry to set up encirclement and mopping up areas around the stronghold. I don't want to see any greenskins or traitors leave here alive."

"Got it, Khan!"

……

Satellite city outpost.

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

Orcs and roars intertwined with the roars of space warriors, armor collided with bullets, sparks splashed, muscles and bones were cut by chainsaws, blood sprayed...

At this point, both sides have played all their cards, without any reservations, without any tactics and tricks, it is pure chaos, a bloody fight to the death.

The old lame suffocated, knowing that if he failed to take down the stronghold in one go, it would be impossible to get his hands on here and those beautiful carts later.

Leowen Ukris does not need anyone's urging and encouragement. The blood god's belief and the painful curse of the Butcher's Nail keep him on the verge of collapse and madness all the time. Only the momentary pleasure produced can give him and his subordinates a sliver of comfort and satisfaction.

"Moo-boom!"

Another Explosive Cannon was overturned by the Khorne steel bull. The Chaos Space Marine riding on the bull's back waved a chainsaw battle ax in his hand, and smashed a motorcycle boy with the car into pieces. Minced meat and parts flew out together.

"Da da da da!"

The taka guns, bang bang guns, and clucking guns, the boys' weapons crazily shot at the Khorne steel bull, but these long-range weapons could only splash dense and dazzling clusters in the face of the demon engine's unreasonable metaphysical defense. Clusters of sparks, but they can't stop the rampage of the eight giant brass bulls, rushing from left to right.

No wonder De Haan thought eight Khorne bulls would solve my predicament.

Leovin thought to himself.

By the way, where did that damn Word Bearer go?
"Snapped!"

The ex-World Eaters captain killed an orc with a single axe.

Spartan tanks and mastodon tanks also continued to fire. The double-barreled melta cannons on the front of the mastodon turned a jumping pickup truck into a moving fireball. The Squigs inside were scorched and exploded. The double-linked heavy explosive bombs on the side were also wantonly raining bullets, and the metal iron snake swept across.

"Boom, boom—"

At this moment, the roar of jet fighters across the sky came from above the heads of everyone on the battlefield. The distance felt very close, as if they were sticking to people's scalps.

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of black bombs the size of melons fell onto the battlefield one after another, with radiation symbols printed on them.

Whose reinforcements are these, regardless of the enemy or ourselves?
The leaders of both sides thought at the same time.

next second.

"boom--"

A huge fireball devours everything.

Fu Qinghai led the company to turn the head of the car at high altitude, and turned around to check the bombing results. Small red and yellow mushroom clouds appeared in the stronghold, which looked cute from a distance.

"How many miniature nuclear bombs are there?"

"A fat launcher comes standard with six rounds, Khan."

Said the space warrior next to him.

"Then continue."

Fu Qinghai said.

A piercing whistling sounded.

The jet bike swarm swooped down again.

On the ground, the vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft firepower of the orc convoy, as well as the vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft firepower of the Chaos War Gang and the fixed base artillery, all reacted one after another—the attack came from the sky, and they turned their guns around one after another, and began to splash barrages at the sky.

"Keep the altitude, keep the speed."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice.

The jet motorcycle swarm of the Iron Buddha Squadron, like cavalry archers on the ancient battlefield, circled the stronghold far away, first swooped down quickly, and then quickly increased the distance.

Fu Qinghai believes in the "Energy Air Combat Theory" of Major John Boyd of the Magnesium Air Force: In air combat, one must either have height (gravitational potential energy) or speed (kinetic energy), and cannot fly short and slow. Neither are available.

As for the "angle air combat theory" believed by the Japanese Navy - low-altitude maneuvering and steering, adjusting the angle of fire for dogfighting, it is only suitable for propeller fighters, not jet fighters.

The Spring Breeze Jet Motorcycle inherits some of the design features of the Avengers Flying Motorcycle. The Star Warrior can leave the grip with both hands, and the motorcycle will automatically fly according to the cruising route. It is really like the horse of the ancient cavalry. The Star Warrior frees up both hands to hold the fat man and launch weapon, throwing grenades in and out of the stronghold.

Kite riding and shooting in the era of interstellar wars!
Not accurate, but powerful.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The miniature nuclear bombs popped out of the slide rail one by one.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The warring parties have been bombed dizzy.

After the six walnuts were fried, the soldiers hung the Fat Man Launcher on the side of the motorcycle one after another. Fu Qinghai pulled out a long power to close the knife, turned it in one direction again, stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the sharp bow of the steer jet motorcycle The front of the car pierced through the strong wind, across the sky, and quickly swooped down.

"call out--"

When Chaos and Greenskin just heard the sharp and ear-piercing neighing sound in their ears, Qingshan Khan had already dragged the power to close the knife, and the bottom of the jet motorcycle drew an arc against the heads of the crowd. With a wave, a dazzling white light wrapped in thunderbolt arcs on the side of the car flashed away.

"Chong!"

A row of large heads floated into the air.

Fu Qinghai tightly held the Seiko Power Knife gifted to him by the Primarch in his right hand. The edge of the knife was still white and shiny, not stained with a trace of blood. He turned the car around and shot back!
"Shua!" He swung his knife again.

The shining white light was like a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky, making several orc boys squint their eyes.

Another huge head flew high, and a bunch of broken wires were connected to the lower end of the neck with electric sparks.

Fu Qinghai leaned over and scooped it up with his left hand, holding Boss Zhan's huge head, which was different from ordinary people, in his hand.

Fu Qinghai raised the war boss's head with one hand, manipulated the jet motorcycle to reduce the speed, flew over the heads of the Red Sun Mechanic Repair Gang, and showed them his spoils in a high-profile way.

"Wow—"

The morale of the orcs collapsed immediately.

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(End of this chapter)