As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

She said simply:

"That's too slow."

After saying that, she raised her sword diagonally to her shoulder, preparing to chop, and her eyes fell on the opponent's throat without any hesitation.

The veteran understood Amelia's meaning and similarly moved his chainsword into a ready attack stance.

The next moment, the two men facing each other suddenly exerted force with their arms at the same time, and the afterimages brought about an explosion in the air. The weapons pushed out at such a high speed that they were blurred in that instant.

Almost at the moment when the person who could keep up with their movements realized that the attack had occurred, both of them stopped moving at the same time.

On one side, the white-helmeted veteran's chainsaw sword had just reached the side of Amelia's face, and a piece of silver hair cut off by the single-molecule chainsaw slowly fell to the ground.

On the other side, the pure white sword had split the neck guard of the veteran's MK10 power armor, leaving a smooth cut surface that was only a few millimeters away from the neck.

This posture only lasted for a moment, and the veteran immediately retracted the chainsaw sword in his hand.

After Amelia also put her sword behind her, the other party introduced himself:

"You can call me Atwood."

After saying this, he held his helmet to his face and called back the Space Marines on both sides via the communication. After the two returned and stood still, he continued:

"This is Brother Ogsger, and this is Brother Benson."

Following the other party's words, the two blue giants standing beside him nodded slightly when they introduced their names.

After the fight, Zhang Ge also came up to him and introduced himself and the other four people who were present and absent.

When Zhang Ge finished speaking, Atwood continued to ask:

"Well, please explain the battle situation and the Battle Titan. We need more information, but some of the people in the conference room...can't be trusted."

So perceptive? He must have just arrived in Akaolan. Could he make such a judgment based solely on the information he received after landing?

However, since he had such a judgment, it was no wonder that he did not ask more questions about the Titans.

With these things in mind, Zhang Ge and his group followed Atwood and the other two to the wall. Among the veterans of the Star Army who had gathered around them, they randomly found some long army green boxes to sit on.

Time flies by as information is exchanged.

However, even after several minutes had passed since the meeting was due to end, no one was seen leaving.

Atwood proposed to stop the conversation and decided to go back and take a look.

Zhang Ge had no objection, and everyone quickly returned to the room.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a burst of angry shouts:

"We can't give our hive to others, even without the void shield! We still have the outer wall, countless soldiers and rooms!"

Surprisingly, it was not a noble who said this, but the gang representative.

Zhang Ge felt a bit inappropriately happy when hearing this.

You have ≠ the ability to make a difference.

When facing chaos, if you already know in advance that you will have to fight a long and protracted battle, it is unrealistic to simply think about staying in the nest.

At the very least, there must be heavy firepower that can destroy enemy nodes at critical moments, or mobile elite forces that can perform such tasks.

With a Void Shield, you can rely on the noble city-level shield to humiliate the enemy inside, and the enemy cannot counterattack. With a Titan, you can also kill the enemy with a violent shot. If all else fails, a few elite interstellar troops can also rush out and fight when necessary.

None? Then you'd better be able to assemble a heavy firepower unit that can match the enemy's artillery strength and engage in a head-on bombardment.

Otherwise, the Chaos cultists would suppress the enemy with artillery fire while performing sacrifices around the hive, allowing the Warp to erode into the city. After a while, before the enemy could storm in, they would be engaged in a fight with the fallen rebels.

Fortifications like ring fortresses are not useless. After all, city-level rituals take a lot of time. In a sense, forcing Chaos to not want to attack by force is already a victory.

After all, in most cases it is actually the Chaos side that lacks time. All they have to do is defend the hive and wait for the heavy blow from the Astra Militarum support.

But the problem is that the Astra Militarum is in a difficult situation right now, and Chaos has no shortage of time. There is no need to waste manpower to launch a strong attack on you. Stuffing a bunch of infantry into the hive and waiting for Chaos to engage in street fighting with you is simply giving cannon fodder to the enemy.

Eh?

Wait a moment.

Zhang Ge suddenly discovered the blind spot.

The above assumptions are based on the premise that the infantry remaining in the city will be affected by Chaos. But what if some "people" are certain that they and their subordinates will not be affected? Wouldn't that provide the basis for protracted street fighting?

Thinking of this, his eyes scanned the gang representative thoughtfully.

Of course, since Zhang Ge could think of this, Atwood could naturally think of it as well.

He put on his white helmet again, looked at the meeting room which had become quiet again after he came in, and walked up to the gang representative with dull steps without saying a word.

This represents a righteous look. As Atwood approached, although his voice was not as excited as before, he continued:

"Even the Space Marines have no right to force us to abandon our home!"

However, Atwood had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He put one hand from top to bottom, directly grasped his waist with both arms and lifted him up in the air, while with the other hand he took off the hat on his head.

It is a thick and beautiful hair.

But when the hat was removed, there was no material to block the detection of the helmet Atwood was wearing.

He threw his hat casually to the ground, grabbed the hair and pulled it up, tearing it out one by one until a layer of scalp underneath was torn off.

What was exposed was not the bloody flesh, but the bald head and the chitinous shell on the forehead underneath.

Seeing his disguise exposed, the gang representative struggled frantically, but was helpless under the Space Marine's immense strength and could only be pinched to show the top of his head to the surrounding participants.

After everyone had seen it, Atwood crushed its head and threw it aside.

Since he had found a reason, he said directly:

"Everyone, please sit here for a while and accept the relevant inspection."

Upon hearing this, everyone present had different expressions. Some were secretly dissatisfied, some were a little panicked, and some were happy that they could reduce competition for seats on transportation.

Speaking of happiness, the happiest person is naturally Zhang Ge.

I didn't expect that the examination I had been looking forward to would come at this time.

Just as he was about to find a place to wait for the inspectors to arrive, before he could even take a step, he heard Atwood's next words:

"Colonel Zhang Ge, please be responsible for organizing the inspection."

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Chapter 118: Evacuation from Akaolan

Life is sometimes like this, with ups and downs.

Zhang Ge looked at Atwood, who turned his head to look at him, and seemed to see initial trust in the goggles.

No, why don't you doubt me a little more?

Although I know that some people's guarantees may be more effective than instruments, what I mean is, even if there is a 99% chance on one side, there is still 1% on the other side, right?

After looking at Atwood, he turned his eyes to Amelia for help.

The latter didn't understand for a moment, but after a while he seemed to understand something, nodded and whispered a few words into the communicator.

Zhang Ge didn't hear clearly what she said, so he could only hope that she really understood what he meant.

Soon, the order for inspection was passed down through Benson, and the entire team soon arrived outside the meeting room under his leadership.

An inspection involving so many high-level lives certainly wouldn't be done with just a handheld device.

There were so many instruments used for inspection that they had to be transported by heavy engineering slaves. Some slaves were completely transformed into instruments, and there were hundreds of other accompanying personnel, including various clerks, priests, technicians, certifiers, and so on.

It even includes equipment specifically designed to shield and monitor psychic energy.

Zhang Ge was very familiar with the person walking in front - it would be more accurate to say that they had just separated not long ago.

It was Sister Heloise.

Okay, okay, Amelia, what did you understand me to mean? Why are you still bringing up the "Ya people"?

Behind the elder sister was an official holding a qualification document. When the parchment was unfolded, it was more than ten meters long and was densely covered with text, including various statements and information.

Seeing that he was about to recite it aloud first, Atwood, who had already brought people out, coughed lightly and interrupted:

"Under the witness of the Grand Sister, I will be the first to undergo the test to prove the effectiveness of these devices."

As the veteran walked into the testing area, the murmurs among the crowd gradually died down.

When the most special Space Marine veteran was tested first, no one present had a higher level of specialness. Moreover, the leader of the testing team was a high sister, and the value and credibility of this position were still very high.

Although it still offends people, at least it allows these nobles to get away with it for the sake of face.

On the side, Zhang Ge, who had been taught how to use these instruments, suppressed his resentment and watched Atwood stand in the first testing area.

After starting up, the instrument began to make soft beeping sounds. As he passed through one testing area after another, results were obtained one after another.

Finally, halfway through, some "people" couldn't help it anymore.

At least now the veteran cannot move freely, and there will be no chance once he comes out.

They exchanged glances obscurely, confirming this.

Guns were drawn and fired simultaneously.

The smoke from the muzzles of the two Space Marines' bolter rifles gradually dissipated, and three corpses, whose chests were torn open by armor-piercing bullets, fell to the ground in a mess. The guns in their hands had just been pulled out of the holsters by an inch.

The two men deliberately did not attack the heads, so these aliens died in a very undignified manner. Various internal organs mixed with blood flowed to the ground from the cracks, bringing with them a bloody smell.

After they fired the gun, they just turned their heads slightly back and forth, their eyes sweeping through the crowd, as if to confirm whether anyone else had the same impulse, and they had no intention of taking any further action.

So, realizing that this matter was handed over to him, Zhang Ge walked over and tore off the disguises of the three people.

Sure enough, it was consistent with the characteristics of the gang’s representative.

The atmosphere in the venue became increasingly serious.

If only one person had done this, it could be considered an accidental incident, but since at least four people did this among more than 20, someone has to take responsibility for it.

At least on the surface, there are no more dissenting voices among the people.

After all, internal political struggles are internal political struggles, and it is a different matter after so many aliens appear. Now those who are anxious to prove their innocence through inspection are the ones being inspected themselves.

After Atwood completed the inspection, the others passed the inspection in turn.

Fortunately, the rest of the people were fine.

However, just as everyone was still feeling apprehensive, Atwood gave them no time to breathe and announced:

"There's no time for a detailed inspection right now, so I'm going to call these four people over to form a defense line outside the hive to buy time for evacuation. Any objections?"

Of course, Yu You's subordinates had no objections and expressed their agreement.

After refining the various plans, the meeting that turned into a purge finally ended, and as they left, instructions were issued from all sides.

Some people were given a laser gun and transferred to the outside of the hive, while most people gathered towards the top of the tower where the fighting had just subsided.

As long as there was enough time, in order to maintain order, the first people to be transported away were not soldiers, but civilians.

Millions of people were crammed into a transport ship like fish in a can. Without considering the long distance, a medium-sized transport ship could carry these millions of people back and forth in one trip.

Without considering the long distance and comfort, the carrying capacity of transport ships with a carrying capacity of hundreds of thousands or millions of tons is terrifying. It is not difficult for them to empty an entire hive city of people.

As time goes by, the proportion of military personnel in the hive city becomes higher and higher.

Under such circumstances, it was rare for Zhang Ge to have two days of free time.

When you are really bored, you can go to the evacuated area and enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the thunderous cheers and praises of the people, or find a few stores where people have left and haven't had time to move their things and buy things for free.

Amelia and the others also made good preparations during this period. Isis even got a set of heavy force feedback armor from somewhere. After he put it on, his height exceeded two meters and he looked like a small iron tower.

Finally, after coming to the hive's shell for who knows how many times and observing the outside of the hive through optical instruments, Zhang Ge saw the Chaos army in the distance.

Judging from the fading flames, they should have already engaged in a firefight with the conscripts who were sent to the suburbs. Judging from the density of the artillery fire, it was obvious that those people had caused Chaos considerable trouble.

Although they are basically pure light infantry, if they really engage in defense and suicide attacks at the cost of their lives in a position with that kind of visibility, the threat is still not small.

Imagining the intensity of that level of battle, Zhang Ge only hated himself for not being there.