Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Vito was riding a motorcycle through the desert. He was traveling south along the ancient national highway between Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan. The Caspian Sea was already far away, and what he saw now was a barren desert.

The hot air currents danced on the earth along with the wind, and all life disappeared under the yellow sand.

Vito looked into the distance on the back of his motorcycle. He could still see the silhouettes of those ancient cities. There had long been no signs of life. The once glorious Pearl of Central Asia, Tashkent, had disappeared into the yellow sand. The city that was built in the Soviet Union The magnificent city of the era eventually perished in the civil war on Earth.

Now only the afterimages of the past glory are left, still standing on the land in the distance, just like this civilization.

What was really bad was not what the old bastard Vito was thinking about now, but that his motorcycle began to tremble with a loud bang, and the power of the motorcycle was completely lost. He barely managed to control it before it overturned. it.

The crimson motorcycle stopped slowly, and the vehicle came to a complete stop after gliding for a distance.

Vito cursed under his breath and got off the car. He squatted down and checked the chassis of the motorcycle. The air pump and the stopcock had exploded.

"Damn it." Vito cursed and held his forehead speechlessly. His fingers took out a disc from his trouser bag and placed it on the hood of the motorcycle.

"Helen, check if there are any other places that have exploded." Vito said and began to squat down for inspection. The small artificial intelligence lady appeared on the CD. She waved her hand and soon the holographic structure of the motorcycle appeared in front of her eyes.

Helen's eyes quickly ran across the structural diagram, completing the inspection in almost a nanosecond.

"The fan heating device is blocked, probably caused by yellow sand." "I can see that."

Vito said as he took off the cooling net from the chassis, then started tinkering with it underneath while cursing, "The question now is, where are we going to find parts in the middle of the fucking desert in Central Asia?"

"I suggest looking for other motorcycles to find replacements. Although they are not as good as the original parts you found, I believe they can guarantee the rest of the journey, sir."

Vito withdrew from below, stood up and rubbed his neck. His eyes wearing sunglasses looked around at the endless desert.

"I think so."

Before Vito finished speaking, a gunshot was heard in the distance. The explosion of gunfire instantly triggered a series of fierce exchanges of fire, and the roar of firearms echoed in the air.

"Oh, honey, it seems we are in luck." Vito said, pulling out the pistol on his waist. He winked at Helen jokingly, and the latter looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"Sir, please don't flirt with me. I am an artificial intelligence and cannot provide you with the service you want."

Vito smiled jokingly and put away the CD. He pulled the bolt and ran towards the direction of the gunfire.

He quickly arrived at that place. Vito lay behind the sand dunes and looked at the firefight ahead. There were two groups of people. One group near Vito was a group of locals, a group of tribesmen, and the other side was the desert raiders. That is, bandits can be seen everywhere.

The two sides were shooting at each other, bullets hitting the sand dunes and Gobi rocks. Both sides tried their best to shoot at each other, but to be honest, their marksmanship was really poor. After fighting for a long time, no one died.

Vito looked in the direction of the tribesmen. They were wearing gray-brown robes and turbans or hoods on their heads. They had dark skin and classic Central Asian characteristics.

One person was injured, and his shoulder was shot through by a bullet. Although it was not known whether the injury was caused during the confrontation between the two sides, or during the current shooting stage.

But Vito didn't care. He looked in the direction of the Desert Marauders. There was a motorcycle parked on the battlefield. It was the only one that was still intact, at least it looked like it.

Vito took a deep breath and then stood up suddenly, holding both guns and firing. His finger pulled the trigger, and the first bullet penetrated the head of a predator.

The man fell to the ground with a crash, and the tribesmen were immediately attracted by the sound of gunfire behind them. They looked back and saw Vito sliding down the hill in front of them and sprinting between them.

He fired as he advanced, with bullets constantly hitting in the direction of the marauders. A marauder using a long gun aimed at Vito and prepared to fire, but his eye socket was shot through first.

The bullets were fired at them accurately, and the heads of several looters seemed to be in bloom. The remaining looters hurriedly looked for bunkers, but when they raised their heads again, Vito was already standing in front of them. The mercenary master was holding two guns. Continuous firing, one shot swept through the position behind the dunes.

Several looters were shot and killed. The last few raised their guns and aimed at Vito, preparing to fire, but they were killed just as they raised their guns. It was not Vito who killed them.

The tribesmen obviously chose to fight alongside Vito, and they helped the enemy's enemy. The tribesmen crawled out of their bunkers and rushed over shouting and holding safari rifles.

The bullets hit the remaining looters, and those who were not hit were killed by the tribesmen with machetes and crescent machetes at the end of the gun handles after the tribesmen rushed forward.

The tribesmen raised their weapons and shouted in celebration. They picked up the weapons of the looters and cheered to each other as if they were showing off trophies. The shotguns were fired into the sky, and the blades flashed under the sun.

Vito glanced at them, and then walked to the motorcycle. There were several motorcycles pierced by bullets lying around. They were most likely useless.

Vito turned the handle of the motorcycle, but then he cursed. The motorcycle didn't respond at all, and immediately Vito found the high-powered bullet that penetrated the pump.

He sighed and slapped the hood of the car. He just turned around and saw five or six shotguns pointing at him. Vito smiled awkwardly and raised his hands slightly, looking at the tribesmen in front of him who were no longer in the same camp with him after the predators were killed.

These dark-skinned Central Asian tribesmen pointed their homemade shotguns at him. Those shotguns were slender and looked very rustic, but Vito knew that although they looked very fake, these shotguns were not bad for hitting people.

Especially its high-powered bullets, which can make this shotgun have a very long range and considerable power, and can be used to hunt the fierce prey that now live in the desert.

Vito smiled and gently pointed at the predators behind them. Several tribesmen turned their heads and looked at the predators. "Guys, I just helped you. It's not good to repay kindness with hatred, right?"

The tribesmen responded to him in a strange language. This language sounded like the cry of a coyote. Vito really didn't understand a word. He smiled awkwardly.

"Can anyone speak Cyrillic? Ursh language, I don't understand? What about Persian? Well, it seems I don't understand."

Vito said regretfully. He scratched his head and then waved his hand, motioning the tribesmen to follow. Several tribal hunters looked at each other, then turned around, picked up their weapons and followed Vito.

Vito took them to his motorcycle. He reached out and turned the handle of the motorcycle. He gestured and shouted to explain his problem to them very vividly.

The tribesmen gathered around and talked and nodded to each other, hoping that they understood.

"Okay, gentlemen, I need your help, parts or anything like that." Vito said standing by the car, and he patted the body of the car.

He watched the tribesmen whispering to each other in the local language. Of course, Vito was not worried that they would kill him or steal his car. After all, they couldn't do it.

Vito's hand was on the pistol behind him while they were discussing. He watched the tribesmen whispering to each other, gesturing and talking to each other, which looked extremely intense.

Vito raised his eyebrows and looked at the hunters in front of him. They seemed to look at Vito after a fierce argument. One of them said something to Vito, and he gestured to Vito to follow them.

The tribesmen carried their hunting rifles and started walking in one direction. The hunter waved to Vito as he walked.

He smiled and followed them with the motorcycle. He followed them in the desert. He followed the hunters and walked. He didn't know how long he walked under the vicious sun before he finally arrived at his destination.

Vito stood on the sand dune and looked at the settlement below. It was a tribal camp built with six or seven tents, where many tribesmen lived, men, women and children.

The women looked up at the returning hunters, waved to their husbands, and the children ran out of the camp shouting.

They played and quarreled with the hunters, and the cheerful atmosphere lasted for a while until Vito also walked into the camp.

The children all quieted down when they saw Vito, and the women and the remaining men in the camp looked at him. The men held up their hunting rifles and hunting knives and looked at him vigilantly.

Vito smiled bitterly. It seemed that the locals were not very friendly with the outsiders, which was not surprising. After all, they had just fought with the predators from outside. I just hope that they will not regard themselves as predators.

The leader of the hunters told a child something in that strange language, and the child wrapped in a headscarf ran to a large tent with a sunshade in front. He shouted something outside the tent and then stepped aside.

A tribesman came out of the tent. He looked at a man and a woman behind Vito. The young tribal man was holding a hunting rifle with a long knife. He held the gun barrel and looked at Vito unfriendly.

The tribesman in robes led by him said something to the young woman, who nodded slightly and then walked up. Vito looked at this beautiful woman.

She had dark skin but was not ugly at all, with an exotic beauty and big watery eyes as blue as gems.

"Hello, foreigner, welcome to our tribe." "I am honored, although it seems that not everyone welcomes my arrival."

Vito smiled and looked at the vigilant tribesmen around him. The men stood around with weapons in their hands, and even the children were playing with sticks.

"Our chief asked your name and what you want." She said in the Urshi language that Vito could understand.

Well, it seems that he is lucky. Not only does he have someone who can speak Urshi, but he is also a beautiful woman.

Vito looked at the chief who was talking to the hunters and seemed to understand the situation. He looked very old, calm and knowledgeable. The young man behind him stared at him like a guard.

Vito smiled at the beautiful female translator.

"I just helped your people, now I need you to help me, and yours." "Me?" The beautiful female translator asked with a little doubt. Vito shrugged naturally, "Of course, you have to help me translate, right?" The young woman turned her head and said something to the patriarch. She probably translated Vito's meaning accurately, at least it should be.

Vito looked at the clan leader, who looked around at the clansmen, and finally looked at Vito who raised the long staff in his hand.