In the corridor of the frigate Gladius.
Ogedei and Talal walked side by side.
Wo Kuotai frowned, seeming to be thinking about some difficult decision.
After thinking for a long time, Wo Guotai in the wheelchair raised his head and looked at his old friend.
"Talal, I think it's time."
"What's the time?" Talal asked knowingly, knowing exactly what Ogedei was thinking during this period.
"Locke's learning speed is beyond our imagination. He is getting stronger day by day and moving towards a real Astartes day by day. And it's almost time for me to be put in a can."
Talal sighed.
Wokuotai also tried it at the beginning. Without legs, he only used his upper body to fight, but his combat effectiveness was much lower than when he was healthy.
White Scar is not a group of mechanical prosthetic transformation maniacs like the Iron Hands. Quinto Anastasio is a big boss in the field of biological research. He can't install a pair of prosthetics on Ogedei that can completely replace the function of his legs. .
You know, Ogedai's requirements for the prosthetic limbs are not only to be able to walk and run, but also to be able to withstand high-intensity combat at the Space Marine level.
Only the Iron Hands can do it.
As for entering the Dreadnought Mecha, Talal was not willing to do so personally.
When the Adeptus Mechanicus designed the early Dreadnoughts, they had very pragmatic ideas, allowing these Space Marines whose limbs were too mutilated to be repairable to use their last remaining heat. After all, there was a wealth of combat knowledge and knowledge stored in the brains of the Space Marines. Combat skills that are almost conditioned reflexes are also an immeasurable asset.
Therefore, the early models of Dreadnought mechas did not consider the physiological feelings of the pilot inside at all. The Space Marines whose limbs were cut off, leaving only the torso and head were imprisoned inside, soaked in the nutrient solution of the cabin, and various neural interfaces were plugged into them. On the body, countless information feedbacks are directly transmitted to the flesh and blood in the form of strong electrical signals. The driver is fine when sleeping and dormant, but during battle he feels the pain and torture from his surroundings almost all the time.
After a high-intensity battle, there would often be only a charred corpse left in the iron coffin, which would then be replaced by a mutilated Space Marine.
Wo Kuotai's hands are still intact, but before he can enter the Dreadnought, his hands will have to be cut off.
Talal said: "It's too early to talk about this now, Wo Kuotai, there is no Dreadnought mecha on the Gladius for you to use, and your steel coffin is not here."
Wogotai nodded, then changed the subject and said, "Have you noticed that Locke has been going to Quinto's place quite frequently recently?"
"I also discovered that Quinto's attitude towards Locke is obviously different from that towards the rest of our legion. I don't know what a technical priest is up to."
Ogedai thought for a while, recalling some of Fu Qinghai's miraculous performances in Cheslatan, and vaguely had an answer in his mind.
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Rewind time to two weeks ago.
Fu Qinghai carried a suitcase and entered Quinto's laboratory on the spacecraft with ease.
As soon as he entered, he saw a huge iron cabinet standing next to the workbench.
In the cabinet, a green-skinned monster was fixed in a large shape.
It was an Orc who had been dead for a long time.
Surprisingly, the muscles and organs under his thick skin seemed to have been corroded and hollowed out by something, leaving only a complete set of skin hanging on the skeleton.
Skinny in the true sense, the kind without a trace of flesh.
It looks extremely weird.
The short Master Quinto emerged from the shadow of the equipment like a ghost at some point.
Fu Qinghai looked up and looked at the green skin and bones hanging in the iron cabinet.
Quinto smiled hoarsely and said: "The 1923rd experiment is over. No. 37 pushed this material down. It may have scared our children."
Servant No. 37, who was standing by, heard this and quickly pushed the iron cabinet away with several people.
Fu Qinghai shrugged and did not explain. He had seen so many imaginative Hollywood movies in his previous life, how could he be frightened by the skin and bones of an Orc, not to mention that there were other more interesting things in the weapons room at Ogedai. What about the weird alien body material.
Fu Qinghai walked to a processing machine tool, put the suitcase on, and opened it. Inside was a standard Imperial-style bolter for Space Marines.
Fu Qinghai seemed to have a plan in mind. He silently took out the bolt gun, removed the magazine, disassembled the gun, and started to operate it skillfully on the machine tool.
Fu Qinghai had long discovered that unlike his business-like politeness and occasional impatience with Ogedai and Talal, Quinto was unusually patient with himself.
Not only did he allow himself to enter and leave the laboratory at will, he even allowed himself to try operating the laboratory equipment when he showed curiosity about it.
This is very rare for a tech-priest.
Fu Qinghai certainly doesn't think that he and Quinto have any special blood relationship.
Fu Qinghai felt that Quinto's patience with him was more like a kind of patience with rare experimental products.
When Fu Qinghai came to the laboratory, he always stood quietly with his hands behind his back, carefully observing Fu Qinghai's every move, just like a scientific researcher in his previous life observing the behavior of a white mouse.
Facing various questions raised by Fu Qinghai, he did not hesitate to answer them with great patience.
at this time.
Quinto appeared quietly next to Fu Qinghai again, with his hands behind his back, looking down at Fu Qinghai's skilled and busy operations, and asked curiously:
"What are you doing?"
"Here, I plan to expand and modify the magazine interface, and then make a new magazine and insert it myself." Fu Qinghai pointed to the lower end of the gun body.
Then added: "A drum magazine."
Playing the drum... Quinto knew it in his mind, and then asked: "Where are your drawings?"
Fu Qinghai pointed his head with his finger: "Here."
You're kidding me... This was Quinto's first reaction.
Then he stared closely at Fu Qinghai's hands and found that he was operating the rotating blade, drill bit, welding gun and various processing tools on the machine tool, handling the materials in his hands meticulously.
Quinto's green mechanical eyes slowly rotated, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.
It generally describes a person's hands that are very steady, like a surgeon's hands.
But Fu Qinghai's hands at this time can no longer be described as a surgeon.
His hands are simply two precision robotic arms with errors as small as microns.
In the readings given by the mechanical prosthetic eye, without drawings, modeling and purely manual operation, the parts processed by Fu Qinghai did not have the slightest deviation in hole diameter, hole position, shaft diameter, cylindricity, runout, large and small diameters ...The readings of all parameters are neat and tidy.
Quinto looked at Fu Qinghai's hands calmly.
The fingers are slender, flexible and powerful. They are hands of flesh and blood.
He looked up again and looked into Fu Qinghai's eyes.
His black eyes were focused on the work in his hands without any distraction.
It’s correct even with the naked eye.
Quinto looked down at the mechanical tentacles slowly stretching out from under his robe in disbelief.
So what went wrong?
Master Quinto didn't know the existence of the electronic backup of Tony Stark in Fu Qinghai's mind. He could automatically complete the modeling process in his mind. In addition, White Scar's special meditation methods and intensive training allowed him to deepen his control over his superhuman body. .
So I can't figure it out.
The technical priest quietly calmed his breathing and recorded in his mind:
Experiment log: 17-6. The experimental subject showed extraordinary hand-eye coordination and body control abilities, which is suspected to be related to the mutation brought about by Quinto's blood.
No matter how upset Quinto was, Fu Qinghai had already completed the processing and transformation of the magazine in an orderly manner.
He held the gun in one hand and held it lightly with the other.
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, the cylindrical drum was neatly embedded into the gun body.
The drum was filled with mass explosive bombs. Fu Qinghai turned his wrist to test the center of gravity and balance of the gun. He tried to pull the bolt to load the gun and took aim, but did not pull the trigger.
After all, this is Quinto's laboratory, not a shooting range.
Quinto saw Fu Qinghai's plan and replaced the curved magazine with a drum magazine in order to enhance the continuity of firepower.
He reminded: "This is an imperial standard bolter produced by the Agrippina Forge World. The barrel has a rated service life. After replacing the drum, the life of the barrel may be shortened."
Fu Qinghai said: "Of course, I know, Master, but I think compared to the breakthrough of explosive firepower, the service life is not a big problem."
Fu Qinghai thought carefully about it. Although bolt guns have a long range and there are some improved sniper models with longer barrels, their main combat scenarios are combat within visual range. To be more precise, short-range firefights.
For short-range firefights, the size and persistence of firepower are far more important than accuracy.
Theoretically speaking, unauthorized modification of imperial-standard ordnance is not allowed.
When producing ordnance in the Empire's Forge World, we have to consider issues such as installation costs, logistics, maintenance, maintenance, etc. Similar to Fu Qinghai's style of changing curved magazines into drum magazines, it is more similar to the later Chaos Space Marines. The military industry The system must consider the overall cost, and the soldiers must consider their own battlefield survival. No one is wrong.
As a Tech-Priest, Quinto should stop this behavior when he sees it and report it.
However, the Space Marine Legion has great autonomy in the entire imperial military system. Not to mention trivial matters such as changing a gun, they have done more extreme things.
Compared to model legions such as the Luna Wolves, Ultramarines, and Emperor's Children, Jaghatai Khan and his White Scars were known for being maverick and unruly among the twenty Space Marine legions.
But even if they are mavericks, DIYing their own weapons is more likely to happen to the Chaos Space Marines in the Eye of Terror in the future, especially this kind of drum-based modification, which is the favorite of many Chaos Space Marines.
Wokuotai and the others didn't bother to care about how Fu Qinghai wanted to customize his own firearms.
Quinto didn't bother to care. He was more curious about why his precious experiment thought of modifying a firearm than a bolt gun.
And during this period, Fu Qinghai showed a strong learning ability that was almost self-taught.
Fu Qinghai pulled out a mass explosive bomb from the drum, held it in his hand and played with it carefully, his mind wandering.
The bolter is a very classic weapon.
It is the standard shooting weapon of Space Marines. It is as classic as power armor. Depending on the size and model, there are also bolt pistols, bolt carbines and other derivatives.
From the appearance point of view, the receiver of the bolt gun is square and square, and the entire gun body is short, thick and thick. It is full of the violent aesthetic style unique to Warhammer 40K. Compared with the huge body of the Space Marine wearing armor, it looks more like one in the hand. A miniature submachine gun, and some Adepts Astartes with strong arms can indeed shoot with one hand.
In principle, like many firearms in previous generations, bullets are the core technology of bolt guns. The core principle of bolt guns lies in its two-stage propulsion technology: there are two stages of propellant behind the warhead, and one stage fires and burns, giving the bolt gun The muzzle velocity pushes the explosive bullet out of the gun chamber, just like ordinary firearms, while the second stage propellant continues to burn in the cartridge case, allowing the bullet to continue to be pushed and accelerated after exiting the chamber.
Therefore, each bullet is similar to a small rocket.
The technical principle of this two-stage propulsion is not particularly black technology. Fu Qinghai guessed that the military industry giants in the previous life on earth might be able to work it out regardless of the cost.
But it is completely unnecessary. As an individual light weapon, the bolt gun was too expensive to manufacture and severely overpowered for the earth's army in the previous life.
The opponent of individual light weapons is also human beings. Considering the fragile body of human beings, the warhead can penetrate the body armor and then roll around in the body to form a cavity. This kind of power is enough.
There is no need to break people into pieces.
But for the various armored alien races and various shield-clad technological barbarians in the Warhammer universe, the power of the bolter is only barely sufficient.
Fu Qinghai took his new gun and happily prepared to leave.
Quinto stopped Fu Qinghai.
"Little Locke, I noticed that you are very talented. Are you interested in becoming a technical sergeant?"
"Technical sergeant?" Fu Qinghai was stunned.
After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "I am very willing, Master."
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In the training cage.
"So, it was Quinto who asked you if you wanted to become a technical sergeant?" Ogedei asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." Fu Qinghai replied simply.
"Well..." Talal touched his chin, "I think this is a good thing, what do you think, Ogedai?"
Wo Kuotai smiled. He had expected this scene a long time ago. Fu Qinghai's strong ability to learn machinery and technology on Cheslatan was still fresh in his mind.
With a glint of pride in his eyes, he said, "Of course, this is all within my expectation."
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Technical sergeants, like apothecaries and think tanks, are special arms in the Legion of Astartes.
First of all, these special arms belong to space warriors. They have some abilities and characteristics that all space warriors have, but they each have their own strengths.
Pharmacists and think tanks have been introduced previously.
Technical Sergeants are Space Marines who are selected within the Space Marine Legion and sent to forge worlds such as Mars for further training. They usually paint the gear symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus on their shoulder armor in addition to the emblem of their own Legion to represent themselves. identity, or to express belief in the God of All Machines.
The Luna Wolves, Ultramarines and Emperor's Children are a relatively balanced army, with various types of arms.
This is not the case with other legions, such as the Magic Ponies and the Thousand Sons Legion of Magnus the Red Devil. Almost everyone is a psyker. Although the total number of legions is small, the combat effectiveness is stronger when the per capita think tank is considered.
Similarly, the White Scars and the Blood Angels are both legions rich in think tanks. The genes of these legions are inherently sensitive to subspace and ether. In addition, the home worlds of these legions often have the tradition of studying mysterious phenomena or engaging in feudal superstition. .
It is easy to create a legion think tank.
And some legions have more materialistic men with science, such as the Iron Hands, Iron Warriors, Salamanders, etc.
These legions are rich in technical sergeants, and it can even be said that everyone is a technical sergeant, such as the Iron Hands who are good at prosthetic transformation, and the Salamanders who have a blacksmith per capita.
In the White Scars, Librarians are not uncommon, but Techmarines are very rare.
Things are rare and valuable, and for White Scar, technical sergeants are not only a curiosity to the people of the legion, but also a valuable and rare unit of the legion.
Fu Qinghai came to the familiar laboratory, bowed slightly to Quinto, and said:
"Master, the Legion agrees."
Quinto's hoarse chuckle came from under the shadow of the hood: "Haha, of course they will agree. The White Scars are not a legion that can produce technical sergeants."
Normally, technical sergeants need to study on Mars for three to five years, but now that Mars is likely to have become a war zone, Fu Qinghai naturally studies with Quinto.
Studying with a technical priest at the level of a biological sage is a privilege that many ordinary technical sergeants do not have.
Fu Qinghai heard the slight contempt for the white scars in the technical priest's tone, but he didn't say much and just followed Quinto silently to a huge bookcase full of books.
Fu Qinghai looked up and saw that there were classic parchment books from the empire. Some people in the human empire believed that books and documents made of this material had the special effect of being immune to the electronic magic interference of certain subspace demons.
Sheepskin is a special kind of sheepskin produced in biochemical factories in the agricultural world. It is tough and not easy to rot.
The large bookshelf also contains paper books preserved from ancient times. Each of these books is a precious and fragile cultural relic.
These ancient books may have been passed down from the Earth's Terran Age, or they may have been captured after the Imperial Expedition Fleet government recaptured other human colonies.
Collecting human knowledge scattered throughout the galaxy is also an unshirkable responsibility of the Mechanicus.
Just whether you are willing to share this knowledge is another matter.
It has always been the tradition of the Mechanicum to seal up certain dark technologies or research them in secret. This huge organization that originated from Mars sometimes does not have the same heart as the human empire.
Under Master Quinto's dark red robe, there are always various types of mechanical arms, mechanical tentacles, and mechanical tentacles sticking out, making Fu Qinghai wonder how much of this old man's frail flesh and blood has been replaced by components and gears. .
Several mechanical tentacles pulled out several books from the bookshelf and placed them in front of Fu Qinghai.
They are all thick tomes.
Most of them are parchment books.
Fu Qinghai looked at the mountain of books in front of him getting thicker and thicker, and his expression became serious.
Finally, I can watch it all at once!
With a sense of expectation that his curiosity and thirst for knowledge would be greatly satisfied, Fu Qinghai sat down solemnly.
When he turned to the first page of the first book, Fu Qinghai suddenly couldn't help but think:
If I had had this kind of character and perseverance when I was taking the postgraduate entrance examination, would I have gone to Tsinghua University long ago?
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