Among the busy sounds, Wogotai's hoarse voice on the radio was particularly eye-catching.
"Space Marines, gather!"
War room.
All Space Marines have taken their seats, including Fu Qinghai, the new Space Marine.
Everyone was wearing power armor, neatly dressed, with their helmets held on their waists, ready to go.
They all looked towards the end of the conference table.
At the end of the conference table, the expressionless Wogotai in the wheelchair didn't say much. He slid back and said:
"Captain Adenauer, please explain the situation to us."
A middle-aged officer with a black beard in a straight uniform came forward and introduced:
"Fellow warriors, this is the situation."
As he moved his fingers, a holographic projection appeared in the middle of the conference table.
A blue-green planet.
"We have arrived at the edge of the Sun Star Domain, the Leather Star Sector. The specific coordinates have been determined. The energy of the Gladius is still sufficient, but other supplies are insufficient. The parts damaged in the previous battle cannot be completely repaired. The damaged parts cannot be completely repaired. The management team is seriously short of materials.”
"The closest planet to us is this planet, numbered 09-177."
"I need you to land on this planet, find out the situation, and get enough supplies for the Gladius."
Wokuotai slid forward, cleared his throat, and said:
"This planet numbered 09-177, the last update in the voyage log is: 2.756.094.M30, Expedition Fleet No. 9, Salamanders of the Eighteenth Legion, to recover the world."
"But this time is too far away from us. The rebellion has occurred. None of us know what the situation is on this planet now. So before obtaining supplies, I will send a tactical team to the surface to recover the planet. The capital city of the city, this place marked as 'Pangluojia' city, figure out the situation."
As Wokuotai's fingers rotated, the planet presented by the holographic projection also rotated rapidly and continued to enlarge.
Finally, a horizontal projection of city buildings with staggered heights is presented.
"The quartermaster gave Talal the list of needed supplies. Talal will lead this operation and select the personnel. The remaining people will stay behind on the warship."
Then Adenauer introduced to everyone the pitiful information about the planet and city, part of which came from the information in the voyage log, and part of which came from the auspicious data.
Finally, Ogedai concluded: "Fellow warriors, Orudo of Chagatai, I don't know how many of you are 'interstellar hunters' who joined the Legion before the Great Crusade, but I know that the blood of the scouts It has not been lost in the inheritance of gene seeds. We are not those Iron Warriors or Imperial Fists who can only fight stupid wars. We have long been accustomed to obtaining supplies from the enemy!"
"Let's go! If this planet is still loyal to the empire, then let them provide necessary supplies to the imperial army. If this planet has shamefully knelt to the traitors, then get supplies from the enemy and bring them destruction! "
The soldiers responded with a roar.
After Wokuotai delivered a brief combat speech, Fu Qinghai, who was called by Talal, followed the other soldiers to the boarding deck.
The boarding deck was still as busy as ever, with welding sparks flickering and oily maintenance workers and servitors coming and going.
In the cleared area, a huge Stormbird has been waiting for a long time.
The soldiers lined up in order, and the huge hatch outside the deck slowly opened, revealing the true face of the planet.
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In the Storm Bird, accompanied by the bumps and noises passing through the atmosphere, Fu Qinghai asked Talal, who was sitting opposite:
"Are we just going to drive on like this?"
Talal smiled and said: "I know what you want to ask. The orbital defense system of this planet has failed, and there is no one on the outer space station. It has not responded to our signals. Wokuotai Guess they were 'patronized' by other legions."
Fu Qinghai understood. The army that patronized this planet destroyed all the military facilities on it, leaving behind a planet that was almost naked. If the attitude of this planet is loyal, then it must be a fleet of rebel legions that patronizes it. , on the contrary, it is the fleet of the loyal legion.
Not long after, Storm Bird slowly landed on the ground.
The Space Marines quickly filed out of the landing port lowered behind the Stormbird's butt.
Fu Qinghai's hard magnetic soles stepped onto a piece of soft and moist humus soil, with dead leaves clicking under his feet.
Fu Qinghai looked around through his helmet goggles, seeing a lush tropical rain forest.
Albus Lang, who was standing next to Fu Qinghai, took a deep breath and his voice came from the loudspeaker:
"I can feel through the breathing valve that the air here is full of moisture."
"Zi... soldiers." Talal's voice rang from the communication channel, "In order to prevent being observed by possible equipment in the city, our landing location is still 30 kilometers away from Bangluojia City. Now, follow me , maintain the tactical formation and set off!"
The White Scar warriors organized their formation and followed Talal into the jungle.
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The Astartes quickly marched to a hillside on the edge of the city, and could already see the faint khaki-colored buildings in the distance.
At this distance, the communication channels remained silent. Talal stretched out his hand to signal the team to stop. He turned to look at the Space Marine on his left and made a gesture.
That means grabbing the tongue.
The soldier nodded and led another soldier next to him into the jungle.
Fu Qinghai and others rested on the spot.
Not long after, two soldiers came to the hillside carrying a skinny, dark-skinned old man.
The tall space warrior carried the old man like a little chicken. He put the old man on the ground. The old man, who was dressed like a shabby coat, had his hands on his shoulders and looked at the small steel giants in a circle around him. The thin body was shivering.
Talal took off his helmet, revealing his weather-beaten bronze face, and asked the old man in as gentle a tone as possible:
"Can you understand my language?"
The old man nodded fearfully.
"Very good." Talal raised his hand and pointed to the khaki-colored buildings in the distance, "Is that Bangluojia?"
The old man nodded again, "Baluojia." He repeated it again, but with a strange accent.
Maybe this is the correct pronunciation of this city.
After some inquiries, the White Scars warriors learned that most of the local people did not know about the arrival of the Gladius and the Stormbird. At least this old man did not know. He was just a poor man living in the suburbs. A few months ago, a spacecraft carried The gods and demon soldiers like the Talals came to Bangluojia. They not only killed the officials of the empire stationed on the planet, but also caused massacres in the city for no reason, and then left in a hurry.
After listening to the old man's description of the appearance of the "Demon Soldiers", Talal raised a disdainful smile on his lips and said in a disgusting tone:
"It's those damn bats."
Fu Qinghai nodded, the Eighth Legion, the Night Lords, the legion's symbol is a fanged skull with bat wings.
If the White Scars are just unruly, or they are more abiding by the cultural customs of their home planet Chogris than the rules of the empire, and are still within the scope of professional soldiers, then the Night Lords Legion is a group of out-and-out thugs and criminals.
His behavior was cruel and horrific, and showed no trace of military honor.
Disdained by other legions.
Even before the Horus Heresy, the Night Lords had already caused several horrific massacres. The Primarch Konrad Curze was asked to go to Terra to answer the accusations and be interrogated, but he had not yet arrived on Terra. The Horus Heresy happened, and the Midnight Ghost Conrad Curze took advantage of the situation and rebelled.
The question now is whether the Night Lords caused massacres out of their original habits and cruelty, or whether they had fallen into the arms of Khorne and caused massacres in order to sacrifice and please the evil god.
If it is the latter, then the situation in Bangluojia is a bit complicated.
Fu Qinghai shook his head. It was probably not the latter. If it was to ascend to the devil or sacrifice, there would probably not be a single living person left on this planet, let alone this city, and he would not be able to meet the old man in front of him.
At the same time, the White Scar warriors learned that after the Night Lords killed imperial officials on the planet who were unwilling to obey them and caused a massacre among the locals, they plundered some supplies from the planet and left.
After that, the planet immediately split into a power structure divided by multiple local warlords, large and small.
The former royal family, which had been overthrown by the imperial expedition fleet a long time ago, also had some people who were said to be descendants of the royal family. This group of people occupied Bangluojia City, the capital of the planet.
Hearing that the Night Lords had left and that a group of natives now occupied the city, Talal smacked his lips in disinterest and said to the Astartes around him:
"Let's go at full speed. This building marked on the target map is not allowed to fire until you receive my order."
The Astartes inserted their bolters into their waists and ran down the hillside with all their strength.
The poor old man was left where he was. With the rapid marching speed of the Space Marines, by the time he returned to the city, it was estimated that the city had changed its owner.
Despite maintaining a forward speed of 50 kilometers per hour, the Space Marines remained calm and composed. After the communication channel was reopened, they even had the leisure to talk nonsense in the channel.
Albus Lang looked at the exotic round spires and colorful shining glass of the earth-yellow buildings in the distance, and said:
"It can be seen that this planet has not been recovered for a long time. At least their cities have not yet become hive cities, not completely hive cities."
A soldier next to him continued: "You know, what I was most worried about hundreds of years ago was that Chogris would turn into a damn hive."
His voice sounded muffled, and it was accompanied by heavy footsteps, as if a giant statue was stepping on the ground.
Another soldier said disdainfully while running: "Come on Aaron, if you have the time to talk nonsense here, you might as well think about how to make your legs faster. We are running so slowly now because you are dragging us down."
The soldier named Alon suddenly became angry and yelled: "Fuck, come and try on this armor! I said, are you jealous that I can wear the Terminator armor?"
"Fuck you (Gothic: Funny Mud Pee)..."
The White Scars team that landed on the planet is a standard tactical team. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
Among the six people, there were two jumpers equipped with jetpacks. The power backpacks behind them were a whole circle larger than Fu Qinghai's. The two special-shaped thick pipe exhaust outlets were even more exaggerated and extended downwards. Twin nozzles like the turbofan nozzles of previous fighter jets.
In addition, it is equipped with a Terminator Astartes wearing Terminator Tactical Dreadnought Armor.
Aaron is equipped with the first-generation tactical fearless armor. Its symbol is a canine-like helmet shape. The armor has thicker ceramic steel guards than ordinary power armor, a more complex electronic muscle bundle network, and a more rigid skeleton. Made of adamantine, he is much taller and wider than an ordinary Space Marine.
This kind of armor that sacrifices flexibility and speed is specially designed for close combat and fortification, and can deal with more powerful battlefield firepower.
If the cumbersome terminator is abandoned, Fu Qinghai's team can move forward at a faster speed.
At the edge of the city in the distance, at the top of a towering spire, a soldier in a robe and holding a rifle pulled his companion beside him, pointed at the yellow smoke rising in the distance, and asked:
"What do you think that is?"
The companion turned around and was shocked. He rushed into the room and shouted into the microphone:
"Warning, there is an armored vehicle approaching us. It's not a wheeled vehicle, it's...a humanoid armored vehicle. God, it's those demons, they're back!"
After a few minutes of advancing at full speed, Fu Qinghai could vaguely see the outline of the city wall in the distance. With a thought in his mind, the built-in image compensation system of the helmet started, and the scene in front of him instantly became closer and clearer - a city wall temporarily reinforced with steel. The gates of the ancient masonry city wall are slowly closing, and some simple roadblocks are also being set up.
"Talal..." Fu Qinghai reminded in a deep voice.
"I saw it." Talal responded calmly, and then arranged: "The terminator rushes forward, open the door for me, jump to the two wings, and don't fire yet."
As the Astartes quickly approached the city gate, a few sporadic bullets hit the ground in front, and the ricochet jingled on the ceramic plate.
It may be more of a warning than an attack.
A bullet of this caliber, let alone ricochet, would hardly leave a mark on the ceramite guard even if it was fired at close range. The Space Marines ignored it and continued to move forward at full speed.
As they approached the city gate, the formation spread out, and the trailing Terminator strode forward with heavy steps. A faint blue arc flashed on the huge and ferocious power glove on his right hand, which was when the Fragmentation Stance Generator began to operate.
Then, he raised his arm and swung it out, hitting the thick concrete gate with a straight fist.
"Bang——"
Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew. The powerful Terminator did not slow down or freeze at all, and crashed into the city gate along the gap created by the smash.
The simple roadblock had long been trampled and knocked open. The team members following behind quickly followed up and entered the city gate along the large hole opened by the Terminator armor.
Behind the city gate is a wide stone street. The entire city spreads along a gentle hillside. No map is needed. Along the wide central avenue, Fu Qinghai looked up and saw the target building in the distance.
At the far end of the road and the highest point of the city, there is a tall building that is incompatible with the surrounding earth-yellow exotic-style paintings. It is a strange building that mixes Gothic aesthetics and industrial modern style. It is said that it came from a famous person in the Imperial Expedition. The handiwork of an architect.
The planetary governor-general of the Human Empire.
The Astartes continued towards the Governor's Palace. Strangely, this bustling street that should be the capital of the country is deserted. The wide streets are empty. There are only three or two passers-by who hide in the houses in panic, with a pair of frightened eyes exposed through the window.
Are people hiding, or are they?
...Fu Qinghai's heart sank. The Night Lords might have caused more killings than he imagined.
With no time to pay attention to the situation in the city, the Space Marines needed to quickly control the Governor's Palace.
Along the way, they saw soldiers in robes constantly gathering towards the Governor's Mansion, but Talal and others ignored them. Destroying a city is easy for Space Marines, but controlling a city is difficult, especially when the tactical team only has In case of six people.
It's good to gather them all together so that you can catch them all in one go.
The majestic Governor's Mansion is in front of you. The two jump-pack pilots quickly moved to both sides, their legs sank. The jet packs behind them roared, and for a moment, raging flames spurted out along with the airflow. The two pilots The soldiers ejected and flew high into the air. One landed firmly on the roof balcony, and the other smashed the glass window and rushed into the room on the top floor.
Fu Qinghai and others also drew their guns and followed the Terminator up the bright and clean marble steps.
The Terminator who was walking at the front casually tore open the ornately decorated glass door. Before he could see the scene clearly, the tactical team was greeted by a violent storm of lasers and artillery shells.
The super reflexes endowed by the Astartes transformation surgery allowed Fu Qinghai, Talal and others to move sideways and dodge the moment they entered the hall, causing a bunch of cannonballs to miss.
Only Aaron, who was wearing tactical fearless armor, still stood in the center of the door, withstanding the attack of the violent storm. The warhead of the automatic cannon ejected a golden line of fire on his solid ceramic armor, and he just raised his arm. Block the helmet.
In the center of the hall, in what looked like two piles of makeshift bunkers, two large-caliber automatic cannons were pouring firepower on the Astartes. Behind them were mortal soldiers with frightened and frantic expressions.
"Fire!" Talal ordered without hesitation. He was never a soft-hearted person, let alone other people's automatic cannons hitting his face.
At such a close distance, Albus Lang and Fu Qinghai shut down the two automatic cannons with just two shots. The powerful mass blast bombs turned the enemy's gun barrels into a ball of charred and twisted metal, while the gunners turned into A pool of flesh and blood stuck to the metal.
A large number of mortal soldiers poured out from behind the doors of each room. They shouted loudly and panicked in an incomprehensible language. There was neither courage nor fighting spirit on their faces, only fear. They used the weapons in their hands and shouted in disorder. Attack the tactical team.
Fu Qinghai noticed that what they were holding was the standard laser gun of the imperial mortal army, including the two automatic cannons that were scrapped just now, which are also the active weapons of the imperial army.
The scarlet light of the laser gun hit the power armor, leaving only a scorched black mark, which could not be penetrated at all. The power was so small, no wonder the laser gun of the Empire's mortal army was nicknamed "flashlight", Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
Talal did not fire, but raised one arm to stop, and the loudspeaker on the neck of the armor sounded his voice:
"Stop, cease fire, we are not your enemies!"
But it was no use. The soldiers fell into a great fear and kept pulling the triggers, as if they couldn't hear what he was saying.
A laser hit Talal directly on his helmet, causing his senses to be overwhelmed by a burst of static and a speck of snow in his goggles.
"Damn it." Talal didn't need to aim. He raised his hand from memory and knocked down the soldiers with a few shots. "Keep them quiet!"
Fu Qinghai and Albus Lang fired continuously. Amidst the yellow cross flames erupting from the muzzles of the bolters, the soldiers were instantly knocked down, and the scene finally became quiet.
Even if they were equipped with less powerful subsonic bullets in advance, it would still be difficult for an unarmored human body hit by a bolter to breathe. Talal looked at the mess in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and said. :
"Let's go, take control of the Governor's Mansion, search and check the situation inside, and meet at the top in 10 minutes."
Everyone dispersed and searched the rooms one by one.
Fu Qinghai stepped over a tattered corpse. The corpse owner's face still had the expression of horror before death.
Even the threat of death couldn't make them stop fearing. What on earth were they afraid of... Fu Qinghai thought silently in his heart.
There was only sporadic resistance in the entire Governor's Palace. The Astartes did not start any more killings and quickly swept the entire building.
Ten minutes later, everyone gathered in the large office on the top floor.
Talal stood in front of the large oak desk that originally belonged to the planetary governor, but there was no one here at this time.
Talal's helmet was placed on the table. He looked around at the soldiers who saw nothing in front of him and asked:
"Have you found the person in charge?"
The soldiers shook their heads.
Talal's order was to arrest someone who looked like the ruler of the city, but Fu Qinghai only saw soldiers in this building.
"Talal." The voice came from outside the door, and Albus Lang came in carrying a fat man in gorgeous clothes.
He threw the fat black man to the floor and said, "This man said that the prime minister and the princess were in the palace behind the mountain."
The fat black man who was thrown to the ground was lying on the ground crying and shouting: "Don't kill me... don't kill me..."
"Prime Minister? Princess?" Talal frowned.
"Maybe they are the so-called restoration forces of the previous dynasty." A soldier reminded.
"Shall we go to that palace to capture the so-called prime minister and princess?" Albus Lang asked.
"Well... don't be in a hurry." Talal said noncommittally, "Qingshan."
Talal turned to look at Fu Qinghai and pointed at a Thinker system that had stopped running next to the oak table.
Fu Qinghai understood, took off his helmet, and squatted in front of the machine.
Talal picked up the helmet on the table and put it on, and said loudly: "Everyone else, let's go, let's go meet the so-called prime minister and see where the gap between him and Malcador is."
The soldiers chuckled.
Malcador is the Prime Minister of the Human Empire, the second-in-command of the Empire, and the third most powerful psyker in the entire Empire after the Emperor and Magnus the Red.
Dare to make fun of the imperial prime minister. Talal was not as rigid and rigorous when leading troops as Ogedai's deputy, Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
When everyone left, Fu Qinghai was still tinkering with the Thinker system in the office. After the attempt to start it failed, he opened the cover of the Thinker system. A familiar smell of engine oil mixed with preservatives hit his face. Fu Qinghai skillfully used his hands to He rummaged through the dark and thick pipes inside the machine.
The Meditator system is not a purely mechanical computer. The processor in the Meditator system is a human brain that has undergone special treatment such as antisepsis. It is a serious "brain in a vat".
Like parchment, it is also a product of the AI phobia of the human empire. It can be understood as a special servitor with calculation and modeling capabilities. It is a unique computer system of Warhammer 40K.
While studying with Master Quinto, Fu Qinghai was no longer unfamiliar with this kind of imperial standard computer.
After a while, the machine started up and the empire's eagle symbol lit up on the screen.
Fu Qinghai entered the system and started searching. After browsing the planetary resource catalog, strategic reserve warehouse information, tithe collection statistics and other information, Fu Qinghai silently wrote down the data.
At present, Bai Scar knows too little about this planet. When he saw a document "09-177 Moradigan Governance Memorandum", Fu Qinghai opened it. Fu Qinghai browsed it quickly and understood.
The local name of this planet is Moradigan. It is a world where the level of military technology has just reached bolt-action rifles. The dynasty that rules it is also called Moradigan. The royal family of this dynasty is called the Feoris family, because they refuse to surrender to humans. The empire surrendered, so it was destroyed by Expedition Fleet 09.
It is said that there are still some members of the royal family scattered among the people. These so-called "members of the royal family in exile" have created some negligible ruling costs for the imperial governor.
After Fu Qing checked into the customs office, he rummaged through the governor's office. The cabinets and drawers were all empty. It seemed that they had been searched a long time ago.
After settling the matter here, Fu Qinghai quickly rushed to the palace behind the mountain based on the information left by Talal.
The majestic pale yellow building in front of you is sandwiched between two mountains. It has tall stone pillars that are as thick as a few people's arms. The roof is a round spire common in the city, which is quite a mix of ancient Greece and Arabia.
Fu Qinghai stepped into the palace. In the open and wide space, the light was bright, the high dome, the complicated murals, and the thin curtains made of jute fluttered gently in the breeze.
In the middle of the hall, the white-scarred Space Marines had already controlled some people who looked like officials in gorgeous clothes. Surrounded by the Space Marines in the middle was a white-haired old man wearing a white floor-length robe, who looked exactly like Plato in The School of Athens.
This bald old man with white hair and white beard stubbornly raised his head and glared directly at Talal, who was half a body taller than him.
Hearing the sound, Talal turned to look at Fu Qinghai and asked, "Is it done?"
Fu Qinghai nodded and said: "There is what we want, and the location is clear. I just don't know how much is left after being looted by the traitors."
Talal turned back, took off his helmet, exposed his face, looked at the old man in front of him who was only as high as his chest, and said in a sincere tone:
"I'll stress it again, although we may look alike in your eyes, we are indeed different from the previous group of people. We have no intention of killing people on the planet, as long as you are willing to cooperate with us."
The old man blew his beard and glared: "But you just killed three hundred of our soldiers!"
Talal waved his arms helplessly and said: "That was a forced counterattack. You attacked us first. Okay, listen to me..."
Fu Qinghai was not interested in the political negotiations between Talal and the "Prime Minister". He stood aside and raised his head to admire the murals on the dome and walls.
The mural seems to tell a story of creation, and this story has nothing to do with Earth, Terra, the true birthplace of mankind.
Unlike the empire, which favored heavy and opaque velvet, the locals seemed to prefer to use light, semi-permeable linen fabrics as curtains.
Fu Qinghai was admiring it when he suddenly saw from the corner of his eye through a light red linen curtain that the stone bricks behind it had retracted, revealing a black barrel and the face of a hooded woman.
Fu Qinghai's pupils shrank suddenly!
It didn't take ballistics analysis to figure out who she was aiming her gun at. Talal was the only Astarte in the audience who wasn't wearing a helmet!
The moment he saw the barrel of the gun, Fu Qinghai subconsciously moved his hand to his waist to draw the gun, but it was too late. Time slowed down at this moment. Fu Qinghai clearly saw the yellow flame bursting from the muzzle of the gun. He seemed to I saw Talal's head being smashed like a watermelon, exploding into several pieces of bright red blood.
"Bang!"
"Ding!"
The imagined head explosion did not appear. Talal stood there without turning his head. He just raised his arm to block his head with his palm. The bullet hit Talal's black gauntlet and a small cluster of sparks exploded. , and it bounced away.
Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief. The planet's backward weapons failed to penetrate the Space Marine's gauntlet. When he saw that he missed a hit, the attacker immediately retracted his gun barrel and disappeared from the hole in the wall.
Talal, who had put up a small wall, had no expression on his face and turned to look at Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai nodded in understanding, pulled out a power short blade stuck in his calf, and ran towards the corridor behind the main hall.
Just now, Talal warned Fu Qinghai with a look: Don't be distracted on the battlefield.
Fu Qinghai, who thought he had the situation under control and escaped from the battlefield environment, was distracted to admire the exotic decorations in the palace.
As everyone knows, once you set foot on the battlefield, you can never take it lightly.
Learned another lesson today.
Watching Fu Qinghai get into the dark corridor, Talal lowered his head and looked at the old man with a white beard in front of him, his tone was a little mocking:
"Could that stupid assassin just now be your princess?"
The old man closed his eyes in pain and despair.
After a while, something seemed to be the same. The old man slowly opened his eyes and whispered:
"Please don't hurt her. I will satisfy your requests."
Talal nodded and said: "Don't worry, if she is really that kind of princess, Qingshan will know it."
However, after thinking about it, Talal opened the communication channel just in case, and said softly:
"Qingshan, the assassin may be their so-called princess, I want to live."
"Received." The voice returned by Fu Qinghai was accompanied by a harsh electric sound, but at least it was received.
Entering the dim corridor, Fu Qinghai gradually slowed down his running pace, ignoring the two maids who fled in panic. He leaned his ear against the wall and listened.
After hearing the slight sound, Fu Qinghai leaned sideways and smashed the ancient stone wall with a "crash".
Inside is an even darker passage, with secret passages extending in all directions leading nowhere.
Fu Qinghai could only roughly determine the direction in which the woman fled. In such a huge palace, he didn't know which secret passage she was in.
But he was in no hurry and kept running, listening and hitting the wall.
Fu Qinghai didn't follow the complicated secret passage at all, but just followed the direction in his memory, kicking at doors and hitting walls. He smashed countless stone walls and deliberately made a loud noise. Echoes spread in the secret passage.
Finally, after he smashed another stone wall, he faintly heard a low cry of suppressed fear and trembling.
Fu Qinghai smiled and ran in the direction of the sound. Then, in the dark and invisible corridor, he heard panicked and rapid footsteps and a woman's scream...
A minute later, Fu Qinghai stood quietly in front of the glass window on the second floor, looking at the green lawn below. Suddenly, a large piece of turf was lifted up along with the soil, revealing a dark square hole inside, with a man wearing a hood and a The woman in the robe scrambled out of the hole in a panic. She glanced back in panic, then rolled and crawled to the open area in the distance to escape.
"Create fear and use fear to force people out of the darkness." A sigh came from his ears.
At some point, an Astartes carrying a jet jump bag stood next to Fu Qinghai.
"You know, Qingshan, your methods are very similar to the Night Lord."
"Really?" Fu Qinghai shrugged, noncommittal, "People in this city are already frightened, why don't I take advantage of this? The means are not important, the results are important, aren't they, Humar."
After saying that, Fu Qinghai pushed open the glass window and jumped down from the second floor.
The jumper behind him murmured to himself: "Albus Lang's evaluation of you is indeed right, you are a cunning and unscrupulous warrior."
After a while, Fu Qinghai came back holding a woman in one hand.
The woman kept struggling in mid-air, begging bitterly:
"Please, don't kill me, please..."
This woman has a high nose, deep-set eyes, long eyelashes and grey-blue eyes, thick black long hair, slightly rough light brown skin and long legs as strong as a grasshopper. Not like a pampered princess.
It seems that life is not easy for the exiled royal family... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
He looked straight ahead and responded lightly: "You are so afraid of death, why do you have the courage to shoot our commander?"
Unexpectedly, the woman stopped struggling and said in a trembling tone of hatred and fear:
"Because you massacred our people, and we have obviously surrendered to your rule, but you still want to torture them and use cruel punishments for fun, even the elderly and children are not allowed to let go!"
Her eyes were full of fear, with humiliation and unwillingness in the fear. Combined with her pitiful gray-blue eyes, I really felt pity for her.
I was so afraid of death just now, why am I suddenly feeling bitter and resentful now?
Fu Qinghai felt that this change was a little abrupt, but he didn't think much about it and just explained:
"I told you that we are not the same group as the previous ones. Believe it or not, they even killed the governor we sent."
He handed the woman in his hand to the flying soldier waiting behind the hall.
The passage in the palace had been damaged beyond recognition by Fu Qinghai. The jumper picked up the woman and activated the jetpack directly, crossing over from the top of the high palace.
Fu Qinghai strolled leisurely into the palace that was smashed into rubble.
He knew that if he wanted to use the princess to coerce the old man to cooperate with the Astartes to collect supplies, he would have to pay for his words, so he was not in a hurry to go there.
Unknowingly, he walked into a large room. The heavy solid wood door was open. It was carpeted and hung with layers of gauze-like curtains. Behind the curtains was a large bed.
The faint fragrance in the air drifted into Fu Qinghai's nose through the filter of the breathing valve. Fu Qinghai looked at the exquisite and gorgeous dressing table and various wardrobes in front of him, wondering if this was the "princess"'s boudoir.
Fu Qinghai casually opened a drawer under the dressing table.
Inside is a pile of women's underwear of different styles, gauze, cotton, linen... accompanied by a faint scent of soap, the designs are quite fancy.
Well……
Fu Qinghai pushed the drawer back without changing his expression.
Not knowing what was causing the problem, Fu Qinghai opened another drawer.
However, what appeared inside made Fu Qinghai raise his eyebrows.
There was something lying quietly in the drawer.
Something that definitely shouldn't be here.
A Swiss Army Knife.
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