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

Although the attack time was set at early morning, Zhang Ge did not plan a sneak attack. Everything else was easy to deal with. After all, there were 600,000 PDFs. With their level of organization, it was definitely impossible for so many people to act quietly.

Moreover, to be honest, it was not that Zhang Ge underestimated the enemy. He felt that whether to launch a surprise attack or not... According to the strength comparison between the two sides, the final casualty ratio would probably not change much.

After all the participants had left, Zhang Ge continued to sit in his chair in a daze for a while, then stood up, walked to the door, patted Isis on the shoulder, and said:

"Let's go and do what we have to do."

Of course, Zhang Ge would not let himself sit idle. An elite force of more than 300 people, including the personal troops of each family, the guards of the senior officers' loyal army, the vanguard of the crusader army and the pure angel combat nuns, would be divided into a large number of reconnaissance teams and set off immediately.

After being dropped to the vicinity of the target area by transport planes, this group of elite troops will infiltrate it to scout the specific situation, including Zhang Ge naturally... As for command, because of the absolute advantage in manpower, the tactical planning is basically to proceed steadily, so Zhang Ge simply handed it over to the deputy regiment commander.

Those on the same plane with Zhang Ge included Amelia, Dominica, Isis, three Pure Angel Battle Sisters, and five veterans of the Mechanized Infantry Regiment.

There were twelve of them in total, and soon they were all in their respective positions in the Valkyrie's cabin.

Soon, just a short while after arriving at Tianying Port, Zhang Ge experienced the feeling of weightlessness after taking off for the third time.

During the flight, since this team really didn't need any pre-battle speeches to boost morale, Zhang Ge, who had nothing to do, could only ask Isis:

"This is your first time officially participating in a human battle with me, right? Are you nervous?"

He seemed a little puzzled and replied:

"No one who is strong will be nervous because it is a waste of time."

The conversation ended with just one sentence, and Zhang Ge no longer had the heart to continue talking.

Inside the nest.

More than 30 military aircraft were identified and entered the lower nest directly from the outside through military channels in various directions. In the busy airspace, these dozens of scattered military aircraft did not attract more attention.

Over the buildings that were unremarkable except for their larger size compared to Akaolan, the fighter planes gradually switched to low-altitude flight and finally stopped outside the areas controlled by certain gangs.

Elite teams began to cross the edge of their control like ghosts.

Zhang Ge's team had a moderate landing speed, but he didn't need to cross the edge because he didn't know what the Valkyrie had done. Their landing point was directly in a hidden corner of the gang-controlled area and did not attract any extra attention.

Ace technology, shocking... probably.

After leaving the cabin, Zhang Ge looked up at the sky.

The featureless metal sky, with dim lights hanging at intervals providing minimal illumination below, was not much different from that of Akaolan.

All around them were some buildings made of quick-drying materials or scrap iron and steel, most of which were between ten and ten stories high, forming a U-shape and enclosing the open space where Zhang Ge and his group were.

There was no one else in this fenced-off area. Although there was some piled up garbage, judging from the degree of decay of the scraps of meat and limbs that had been dug out, they must have been there for a long time. After searching around, no human traces from the past two or three days were found, so it was very safe.

After gathering the team and briefly discussing the tactical plan, Zhang Ge took off the military emblem and other items on his coat and handed them to Amelia for safekeeping.

The others were dressed too obviously, with standard military uniforms and even force feedback armor, which clearly didn't make them look like gang members, so they were responsible for staying in the dark.

Zhang Ge's appearance was relatively much better. All the equipment he had was taken from dead people from top to bottom. He had been with the gang for so long, so the equipment taken from a corpse that had been dead for a few days might look better than his. It would not be difficult for him to blend in with the people in the gang-controlled area, so he could be responsible for operating in the open.

Soon, the rest of the people hid themselves, while Zhang Ge swaggered through a narrow alley and came to the street.

Chapter 165: Very good, what about yesterday?

Wearing a helmet to block out the smell, he slowly left the alley.

The moment he saw the outside world, Zhang Ge knew that he was still too conservative.

In this street controlled by gangs, it feels like entering another world.

From the cyborg who transformed his entire lower body into countless fine metal limbs to the murderer who opened a hole in a half corpse and "passed" into it to kiss another rotten head from time to time.

Before going out, Zhang Ge wondered for a moment whether his bloody outfit might arouse suspicion, but now it seems that he was too conservative.

After a little thought, Zhang Ge quickly figured out the logic.

Different from the outside world that pursues comfort and beauty, in such areas, the pursuit of clothing is to make oneself look as crazy and intimidating as possible, so as to scare away thieves who crawl in even in the middle of the night.

Because here, "deterrence" is like the most basic function of winter clothes that keeps warm in severe cold. If it is not met, people will die.

In this case, those who appear to be dressed more normally are actually the thugs from big gangs, because their gang logos alone are intimidating enough, and comfort can be considered on this basis.

After sorting out this logic, Zhang Ge finally understood why those mocking looks were coming from him.

In this small world, getting your clothes covered in blood is probably just one of the lowest forms of demonstration. Theoretically, you can find a corner and kill two old and young people to get your clothes covered in blood. It is likely that this has been eliminated by most people because it is too easy to fake.

Dressing like Zhang Ge is not a deterrent to those with bad intentions, but rather a way of saying, "I'm a newbie, come and kill me."

However, perhaps because of the intimidation of the carapace armor and the grenade launcher, or perhaps because those people were cautious enough, Zhang Ge stood there and observed for a while but did not see anyone who wanted to come up and question him.

There was no other way, he could only start the mission with a little regret. After confirming his current position based on the fixed reference objects in the sky, he stepped away and began to move towards the planned reconnaissance target.

However, unexpectedly, this trip attracted people with bad intentions.

His walking posture was too deliberate. Although he was imitating the people around him and was improving at a very fast pace, he couldn't hide it from their eyes yet.

One can tell at a glance that they came from outside, and they are definitely not military or police personnel - those people usually look disciplined in their uniforms, but once their clothes are taken off, they are more cunning than the other, even more bandit-like than bandits, and they must have understood and practiced before coming.

Once it was determined that Zhang Ge was not one of those who were hard to deal with, some people soon became impatient.

He had just walked about ten meters when he was blocked by several strong men on the street.

Pretending to stop to cooperate with them, Zhang Ge glanced at these people with some curiosity.

Sure enough, it can’t be said to be serious, but at least it can be recorded in Stranger Things.

Pollution, toxins, drugs, body modification...

There won't be a scene where you pick up a dirty little girl on the street and then find out that she is a beauty after washing her.

Because in such a place, even having normal appearance becomes a privilege of the upper echelons of the gang, and these people at the bottom will only be distorted both physically and mentally under the influence of those things.

What's even more sad is that this won't even increase the evil gods' food, because after a few generations, people in the gang-controlled area will think that it's normal to look like this, and that they are naturally inferior to the upper class physically.

Of course, Zhang Ge would not show mercy and change his actions because of this sadness - even if he thought from the perspective of wanting to save mankind from this distorted state, letting him die in the most efficient way was the most feasible solution.

As his thoughts returned to reality, the leader of the group said:

"You, take off all the things, then you can leave."

This statement clearly treats Zhang Ge as a chick.

Seeing that he had no intention of cooperating, the leader laughed a few times and continued to threaten:

"Look at this gun."

He took out a rusty and decorated automatic pistol from his waist, looking intoxicated:

"How wonderful... She's already killed sixteen people with me. You want to be next?"

"Sixteen?"

"Haha, that's right."

He showed Zhang Ge the sixteen bloody marks on the side of the gun.

"Great, what about yesterday?"

"what?"

He subconsciously made a sound of doubt at this turn of events, but he soon became annoyed, seeing it as a provocation to himself.

But before he could do anything, he felt as if his strength was being drained away.

Unable to control the body.

This was the last thought in his mind.

Zhang Ge overcame this insignificant incident by creating several neatly cut corpses in that instant.

I also waited for what I really wanted to wait for.

The originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet, and people with uniform markings on their clothes and bodies gradually took over the main roads.

Obviously, not everyone could see through Zhang Ge's intentions. After this small incident confirmed it, the forces behind him immediately responded.

This is exactly what Zhang Ge really wants when he acts so recklessly.

It is more labor-saving to let the mountain come to you than to climb it.

Seeing those people blocking off various places, Zhang Ge gradually stopped.

A golden car drove out from the corner of the street and stopped on the road beside Zhang Ge with the pleasant and smooth sound of the engine.

A man with a laser pistol slung over his waist got out of the car first on the passenger seat and bowed his head respectfully after opening the back door.

From behind the open door, a woman in red with clear blue eyes slowly stepped down. Her curly hair reached her chest and she held a small wooden staff in her hand.

She walked towards Zhang Ge's gaze, step by step, until she was almost close to his chest and then stopped.

"Excuse me, what may I do for you, sir... of the Astra Militarum?"

A hint of smile appeared on her face at the corners of her lips after she spoke the words, but her mood was not as bright as her expression.

Not long ago, many important areas under her command were invaded, but she couldn't even catch the tail of the enemy. At first, she thought it was sabotage by other gangs. After asking, she found out that several gangs were attacked at the same time.

Although this did not pose any substantial threat, only about a hundred people died. If it had been done more cleanly, it would have been fine, but they didn't even bother to deal with the bodies... Such unscrupulous behavior was undoubtedly a slap in her face.

Even though she really didn't want to provoke the force that could organize this force, showing too weak here would not mean losing any prestige. She could only show up in person to meet the only "enemy" who had shown up so far.

ps: Today is a holiday, so I rested a little longer and updated a little late. I expect I can finish the second chapter before 12 o'clock.

Chapter 166 Effective Means of Communication

Zhang Ge was not used to answering questions right away, so he just looked at her quietly for a while.

After a short while, he replied:

"who are you?"

Hearing this question, she let out a few sweet laughs and stepped back a little before continuing:

"That's a straightforward chat, but your words... or perhaps you could call it courage? I'm the host here, and you're welcome to be my guest."

This seems to be saying nothing, but in fact it is asking what position Zhang Ge is based on when he comes here.

If he came as an individual, then he would naturally be a guest relative to the controller here. But if he stood on the side of the empire, facing this declaration of sovereignty, Zhang Ge, as an officer, would have to show his courage to deny it. After all, in theory, the only controller of these lands could only be the empire.

On the surface, it seems to have avoided the question, but what it actually means is: whether Zhang Ge shows this kind of "courage" will determine the answer she gives to the question "Who are you", which is also a sign of weakness and a gesture of goodwill.

However, although Zhang Ge understood, he had no intention of continuing to play around with her, so he said bluntly:

"tell me your name."

"Rough, but I like it too. My name is Alfie."

She introduced a long list of titles and names, but Zhang Ge automatically filtered out the useless parts and only took her name.

"Alfie, now is your chance to live."

"Hmm? In this day and age, everyone is going to die. Still, do you want to protect me?"

Listening to Zhang Ge's words, she blinked her eyes, and the distance that had been shortened became closer again. After hearing these words, she was almost leaning against Zhang Ge's arms.

It seems that she is also aware of the invasion that the planet is facing. Perhaps this is also to express that she has her own intelligence network?

Zhang Ge thought about it and looked at the other person who was so close to him.

There was no panic on that face, only confidence hidden beneath an act of weakness.

No wonder, the word "frustration" may have never existed in her life. Some people start to act arrogantly when they have only dozens or hundreds of people under them, let alone when they have absolute power over millions of people?

It's unknown how long this gang has existed, and it's not surprising that its leaders have cultivated such a sense of superiority from generation to generation.

It seems that if I want her to listen to me carefully, I have to use some special methods.

Zhang Ge, who was used to efficient communication, felt a little tired when he was suddenly dragged into this kind of conversation that made no progress after a few sentences.

So he put one arm around the other person's waist and made a simple gesture with the other hand.

The agreed signal was given, and the sounds of Hell Guns and Bolters rang out.

Bullets flew out from ten locations, and the sound of fully automatic weapons was short and dull, lasting about two seconds.

None of the fired projectiles hit air, and the sounds of heads being vaporized and shattered played a brief two-second melody along with the gunshots.

Hundreds of corpses were lying quietly everywhere on the streets at this time. There was not even time to fight back. The only living people still on the streets were Zhang Ge and Alfie.