Marvel Magic Event Book

The strong wind slapped the armor with rust and dust, and the sound was very similar to the intensive rainstorm slapping on the metal shed.He always fell into the memory, the voice reminded him of the heavy rain he experienced in the slums in his childhood, the weather was as dark as it is now, and the gaudy neon sign of the motel in the distance flickered half-brightly, A few rusty car rims and battered tires lie on the wreckage, stained with motor oil and plastic, and every drop of rain that drips from the roof smells of cold rust.He lay at the window away from his mother, choking on contraband, vomiting and suffocating, and a sandwich that was also rotting, his eyes wide open and his tongue sticking out to taste the splashing raindrops, trying to fill his empty stomach.

He tasted the smell of chemicals regenerating oxygen.

"If you can turn on the noise reduction function, then our tactical team's communication channel will be much quieter." The indifferent voice in the headset pulled him back.It's easy to lose focus on endless marches, especially on this damned, cursed red sand, where there's no point of reference anywhere in sight, and the only things that lift your spirits are less than two A gigantic thunderstorm faintly flickering in the red dust storm piercing the sky a hundred kilometers away.They were not mechanical freaks like the Furnace of Olympus, who saw Mars not as a sacred place, but as a dull planet of dust. "If you lose focus, then I'll give you a good beating." The squad sergeant said in his characteristic dry, injured voice, "Martian airborne training does not allow loss of concentration, we must get to the evacuation as soon as possible point."

He let out a deep roar, but still blinked, and turned on the noise reduction function on the control interface, filtering out the noise of wind and sand. "The airborne 47 hours ago made blood flow into my brain!"

"That doesn't make you wise, recruit Dideros."

The veteran sergeant didn't even look back at him.Compared with the other four team members, the sergeant's armor is obviously more gorgeous, and a little decoration can easily reflect his status and military rank.But in this badland, any ornate decoration is quickly covered in red dust.Fortunately, their weapons and armor are well protected against dust, and the cooling system is not affected. "Today's mission, 7 hours, 400 kilometers." The veteran sergeant briefly repeated the indicator, "There are as many kills as possible."

Even if they were mistakenly airdropped into the storm corridor, it is not particularly difficult to complete the task index of marching 7 kilometers to the extraction point within 400 hours, but the task display interface of the helmet clearly states the additional conditions of the task——Olympus The furnace produced many failures or out-of-control machine servants. The main task of this airborne march training is to hunt and kill those out-of-control safari cavalry and machine servants who have become insane due to huge implants while completing the march-but according to The intelligence given by the command center showed that the huge storm was changing direction.Their team cannot slow down their marching speed, otherwise the storm that can blow the armored vehicle over is very likely to cross the route of travel and completely block the way to the extraction point.

Satellite communication with the command center was not always smooth, and the impact of the dust storm was too much.

Dideros had seen the Veteran Sergeant before his refit.

Under the leadership of the emperor and the guards, the knights captured all NATO military bases in the Balkans and military installations in the former Yugoslav Federation within 48 hours, held high the unified flag and the emperor's golden eagle flag and slaughtered all those who tried to resist. Like a thunderstorm sweeping across the peninsula, the emperor's enemies were destroyed.That war produced a large number of prisoners of war, and he was captured at that time. Compared with officers, researchers and missile operators who hold military secrets, ordinary soldiers like him are not on the exchange list at all.The speaker used a very intuitive metaphor to describe those NATO soldiers sent to overseas bases: If those officers who have attended military academies and mastered secrets are knights in the Middle Ages, then ordinary soldiers are serfs, and no one will buy them with money. serf.

Dideros' predecessor was abandoned, and no doubt the brutality and bloodthirsty of the knights' battles had destroyed the sanity of many.The genetic modification completely erased all traces of the former NATO soldier. His body and mind were smashed and reassembled to become stronger and more indestructible.He no longer takes drugs, drinks alcohol, neglects training, and his sloppy personality has become like steel because of genetic modification and indoctrination.He got better, stronger, smarter, and more aggressive.He began to understand things that he couldn't understand in the past, he began to understand the emperor's ideals and visions, he began to despise his past self, saw that his life in the past was meaningless, and reclaimed a name for himself.

He came to Mars for training.

From atmospheric drop, sub-orbital drop, to asteroid landing, Dideros has undergone all the physical and mental unbearable training of ordinary human beings here, just to fight against the enemies of the emperor, including those aliens who are about to come to this world.Before that, he had experienced the tempering of veteran soldiers and officers in the arena and training ground, and gradually gained an advantage in no less than a hundred training and confrontation.But in the eyes of those knights with deep qualifications, their new recruits are still too immature, and the experienced veteran soldiers can knock him to the ground within 10 minutes with a chainsaw sword.

"Our next mission is to land on the moon, where there are out-of-control genetically modified monsters, out-of-control armed servitors can be used as training." Another team member said.They have been advancing according to the indicators in the helmets, and the raised red dust has reduced the visibility to less than ten meters. Everyone feels that the sound of their breathing has been amplified, and it has become clear and visible on this red planet abandoned by the world. Smell, except for the micro-display on the power armor used to display information such as the number and distribution of enemies, terrain, physiological data, and ammunition, everything is blurred into an irritable red.

The rapid friction of the micro-gravels released electric charges, causing their ceramic armor to absorb fine floating dust, and at the same time, the huge amount of electric charges also interfered with external communications to a certain extent.They don't always know where the eye of the storm is moving, nor do they necessarily know where other squads are traveling.A huge sense of loneliness enveloped everyone. This training not only tested their physical fitness and tactics, but also tested their minds.

"The emperor has issued a combat preparation order, so the Order of the Guards and the head of Aparicia will not give training indicators for no reason, and we may encounter guerrilla warfare there." Arashik said, "I used to be in Yemen. Experience is not enough."

"There are genetically modified monsters here too, and they're especially plentiful today."

The veteran non-commissioned officer laughed dryly, as if amused by the combat team member's joke.This fierce guy rarely expresses his emotions, and Dideros only felt his eardrums scratched by the raven-like laughter-it is said that the wound on the throat of the veteran sergeant was caused by a winged Dideros had seen the biological specimen named "Vampire". The non-commissioned officer beheaded a high-ranking member of that ethnic group. For this reason, the non-commissioned officer added a foreigner that he hated very much. No. "Don't over-mythologize the Imperial Army and the Emperor, recruits. The preacher told you that the Emperor is a human being, and the Imperial Army is no different from us, except that they were transformed from children. A bunch of immature brats..."

"Huh...then we are stronger?"

"Probably the Custodians. I don't know, no one has tried," said the veteran sergeant, "but I'm sure I'm better than you, Dideros."

"Me too," said Arashik. "I beat you four times."