Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 27 Combat Test
Chen Yu stood quietly in the center of the workshop, with four fighter jets surrounding him like loyal guards, silently waiting for orders.

The air was filled with the distinctive smell of engine oil and heated metal, while the deep hum of the energy core infused the space with a calming rhythm.

Through the visual interface, he could clearly see the seven red dots representing the Chaotic Blade Society's convoy, slowly driving into the ruins on the outskirts of the town along the most likely path predicted by the servo skull.

"Target enters the pre-set ambush zone. Activate protocol 'Fortified'." His voice was calm and clear beneath his visor, without the slightest fluctuation.

The order was transmitted to each combat unit, and the optical sensors in the eye sockets of the three replica skulls and four fighter jets lit up simultaneously, emitting a constant and focused scarlet glow.

The heavy footsteps of the machine gunners shattered the weathered ground, producing a metallic clanging sound. Then, following the pre-set tactical path, they silently and swiftly dispersed along with the replica skull, occupying various high ground and crossfire points.

Chen Yu walked slowly out of the workshop, the hem of her dark red robe fluttering gently in the rising wind.

Instead of hiding, he walked straight to the relatively open square in the center of the town, like a craftsman heading to his work area.

Silently hovering above his shoulder, the servo skull projected battlefield information, enemy unit details, and environmental parameters into his field of vision in real time through the blue light flowing in his eye sockets, forming a complex yet clear data network.

The first modified pickup truck roared around a corner, its rusty body fitted with rough metal skid plates. Behind a heavy machine gun mounted on the roof, a member of the Chaotic Blade Gang, whose body was covered in cybernetic modifications and painted with ferocious designs, was shouting wildly, his voice echoing through the ruins.

He couldn't even see where the attack came from.

A burst of intense gunfire suddenly erupted from the second-floor window of the ruins on the right—a heavy machine gun operated by a fighter jet crewman was firing precise short bursts.

The 12.7mm armor-piercing round instantly tore through the engine hood and punctured the fuel tank.

The pickup truck was reduced to a burning iron coffin in a violent explosion, with hot metal fragments flying everywhere and the wreckage blocking half the street.

Thick black smoke rose into the air, twisting into bizarre shapes in the wind.

A line of data flashes across the visual interface: Target number one has been cleared.

“The suppression efficiency is good,” Chen Yu said softly to the servo skull on his shoulder. “Record the firing parameters and ammunition consumption data, old buddy.”

The following vehicles braked suddenly, the screeching sound of tires tearing apart the brief silence.

The members of the Chaotic Blade Society jumped out of the car in a panic and tried to organize a counterattack, using the wreckage and broken walls as cover.

The sounds of various guns firing rang out in an instant, and bullets rained down in the direction from which the machine guns were firing, but they splashed out sporadic sparks on the thick composite armor of the fighter jet, making a crisp clanging sound, like hail hitting a tin roof.

"Light weapons attack," Chen Yu observed the real-time damage feedback on the interface, "The armor performance fully meets the design standards, and no structural damage has been detected."

The second armed pickup truck, attempting to flank from the side, had just emerged when a grenade launched from a concealed launcher accurately struck the middle of its hull.

The explosion was deafening, shrapnel flew everywhere, tearing the vehicle in two. Hot metal fragments rained down on the surrounding area, and the screams of several members of the Chaotic Blade Gang came to an abrupt halt.

The interface updates the ammunition inventory status: 14/15 grenade launchers remaining.

The remaining members of the Chaotic Blade Society finally realized the utter despair they had fallen into.

Fear overcame greed, and some began to retreat in panic, even abandoning their weapons in an attempt to escape.

"Target is attempting to retreat. Open fire at will, complete the clearance procedure." Chen Yu calmly issued the order, his tone as if he were merely confirming the completion of a step.

In an instant, the efficiency of the cleanup program suddenly increased.

A fighter jet emerged from behind cover, its kinetic rifle slung over its arm emitting a steady, rhythmic roar.

Every bullet found its target precisely, destroying a pickup truck that was trying to reverse, along with three members of the Chaotic Blade Gang who were trying to escape behind it.

The sparks from the bullets piercing the vehicle hull mingled with blood, creating a brutal yet efficient scene.

The other fighter jet used a precise single-shot mode, as if performing a mechanical calibration, to eliminate the enemies who were trying to escape one by one.

Its optical sensors steadily track every thermal signal, without any emotional fluctuations, only absolute execution efficiency.

Each gunshot was accompanied by the disappearance of a heat signature, a precision that sent chills down one's spine. "The accuracy of the burst fire is very high," Chen Yu said with satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the data stream. "It seems that the installation of the high-precision prosthetic eye has not been in vain; the hit efficiency has met expectations."

The third fighter jet advanced steadily, its heavy machine gun fire suppressing the remaining enemy forces so they couldn't raise their heads.

Bullets pierced through walls and bunkers, kicking up a trail of rubble and dust.

Occasionally, stray bullets would hit the servant's armor, but they would only leave negligible scratches.

Chen Yu himself never used his special weapons.

He simply stood still, his gaze steadily sweeping across the battlefield through the optical lens, observing and assessing it.

A slender mechanical tentacle emerged from beneath his sleeve, deftly picking up a piece of still-warm bullet fragment that had splattered at his feet and performing a rapid compositional analysis.

"The homemade reloaded ordinary steel-core bullets are crudely made," he muttered to himself, casually discarding the fragments. "They're not even worth recycling."

The cleanup process was nearing its end in eight minutes and forty-two seconds.

The gunfire gradually subsided, leaving only occasional short bursts of gunfire and the crackling of burning vehicle wreckage.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells of gunpowder, burnt blood, and ozone, as well as the pungent odor of overheated metal.

A fighter jet strode steadily toward an overturned armored personnel carrier that appeared to be a heavy pickup truck converted into an armored personnel carrier.

The vehicle was riddled with bullet holes and dents from the explosion, and one side of the vehicle was broken.

The mechanical arm smoothly and powerfully ripped open the twisted and deformed rear door, the sound of metal tearing was harsh and unpleasant.

A burly man, who appeared to be the leader, struggled to crawl halfway out of the room. His face was covered in blood and grease, one arm was twisted unnaturally, and the other hand was holding an exaggeratedly designed pistol. He was hysterically firing at the fighter jet servants.

The bullets ricocheted off the fighter pilot's breastplate, leaving a few minor dents.

Without any hesitation, the fighter jet's other robotic arm smoothly started up with a rotating chainsaw at its tip, emitting a low and regular hum, and then swung down precisely.

A buzzing sound and a tooth-grinding sound of structural separation briefly rose and fell silent.

Dark red liquid splashed onto the servant's cold armor and slowly dripped down.

The visual interface displays: All moving targets are stationary; battle is over. Begin recovery operations?
Chen Yu nodded slightly.

“Collect all usable parts. Prioritize weapons, prosthetics, vehicle engines, and energy cores. Recover any intact biological materials as well.” He paused, then added, “Clean up the site thoroughly, leaving no trace that might attract attention.”

The four fighter jets immediately began executing orders, efficiently moving among the ruins and wreckage, using their powerful robotic arms to dismantle, collect, and transport the debris.

The entire process was orderly and without any unnecessary movements.

One machine servant is responsible for marking recyclable items, another for initial sorting, a third for transporting the items, and the last one for cleaning up the site, using specialized tools to remove bloodstains and signs of battle.

Chen Yu stood there for a moment to observe the efficiency of the recycling process, then turned and walked towards the workshop.

“Today’s test was a success,” he said to the servo skull on his shoulder. “The tactical coordination efficiency met expectations. Although it’s just a makeshift servo cobbled together from whatever we could find, it’s basically sufficient.”

The workshop door slowly closed behind him, completely isolating him from the bloodshed and chaos outside.

Inside, the stable energy core emits a reassuring low hum, and the sounds of various mechanical devices operating form a familiar symphony.

“Alright, old friend,” he said calmly, walking toward the central workbench. “Let’s analyze all the data we just collected in detail. I need to know how the accuracy of the No. 3 servant’s aiming system degrades during continuous firing.”

As he finished speaking, a dense stream of data began to flow across the visual interface, precisely recording and analyzing every detail of the battle.

(End of this chapter)