Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

The motorcycles galloped across the sand, followed by the second, third, and fourth motorcycles. The motorcycles flew back and forth across the desert together, and their drivers awkwardly turned the rudder to keep moving.

The tribal warrior in the passenger seat stood up with a gun on his back. A motorcycle had already driven parallel to him. Hafas waved his arms and shouted for him to jump over. He did so, and then failed and fell. Rolled on the sand several times.

Hafas cursed and punched the car hood, and then shouted for the motorcycle team to stop. Vito watched their training and couldn't help but laugh. He watched Hafas sit on the car and shout angrily for instructions. How they jump into gangs, how to drive motorcycles properly and other important details.

Although it actually took Vito a long time to teach Hafas, and his embarrassment during this period was very eye-catching, but obviously Hafas did not want to mention his previous failures, but taught the rest as a successful winner. person, so Vito didn’t try to dismantle him.

Vito turned around and started repairing his motorcycle. The Crimson Motorcycle had already obtained all the necessary parts. It had to be said that although the Predator's motorcycle itself was a hodgepodge, there were quite a few useful things in it.

Vito gave five of the six motorcycles to Hafas and the others for training. They tried their best to drive without flipping over, jumping gangs without falling on the ground, etc., but it seemed that it would take them a while to understand the essence of the railway guerrillas. .

What? Vito? Oh no, my friend, he doesn’t need to practice. Vito has been hijacking trains since the days of western pioneering. At that time, he was still riding a horse and jumping on trains. Later, he performed the same thing during the Soviet-Russian Civil War and the Anti-Japanese War in the East. Skilled in drama.

Later, there was a movie with the same name "Railway Guerrillas" that described their work. Although Vito did not appear in that movie, after all, he was just a temporary helper, not a real guerrilla member. It's really strange for him to appear among the Orientals.

Vito continued to repair motorcycles. He obtained materials from motorcycles that had been dismantled into parts, and then installed them on his own car. Some of them needed to be polished, but overall everything went smoothly.

Things didn't go so smoothly on the sandbank outside the camp ahead. Hafas's convoy failed again. A motorcycle skidded and rolled and fell to the ground. The driver on top of it was ejected.

Vito laughed unintentionally while watching them, and then a voice interrupted his laughter. He looked at Sarah, who was standing next to him and looking at the "tragic situation" over there.

Hafas jumped out of the car and picked up the man. He scolded and kicked him and asked him to help the car up, and then continued to practice.

"Aren't you going to train them?" Sara asked, while Vito sat on the ground and leaned his chin on the motorcycle seat with a smile. "Hafas wants to train them himself, and I don't intend to take his job."

Sara sighed, knowing what Vito meant.

Hafas didn't like Vito, thinking that he was here to steal his limelight and status in the clan, so he had to compete with Vito in various aspects, and the latter also took care of his emotions very politely, letting him think that he Win yourself and then do what needs to be done.

Sara watched the motorcycle team drive from one side to the other, and when it drove back, there were many onlookers on the side of the training ground, especially the children who were particularly excited.

They looked at the speeding motorcycle curiously, especially her little brother who obviously wanted to ride it by himself. Of course, he couldn't do it. It was difficult to grasp the rudder with his height.

Hafas rode on a bicycle and raised his spear with one hand. He shouted like a nomadic knight. The crescent shotgun in his hand shone coldly in the sun.

Vito hit the air pipe into the engine interface, and Vito started to get busy. Various jingles sounded one after another. Sara lowered her head and looked at Vito, smiled shyly, and then curled her hair with her fingers.

"Are you really planning to kill Oberon?"

"My dear, I did crazier things when I robbed a train." Vito said, tapping a protruding part, and he corrected it with very simple violence, "The first time I robbed a train was in the West, and I did it with a guy named Van der Linde, although I don’t like that guy who is full of ideas and lies.”

"But I like Arthur among them very much. He is a good man. Although he never admits it, he is a good man, but he was born in the wrong time and place."

Vito said and Arthur sighed with regret. He raised his eyes and looked at the parts of the motorcycle and began to turn the bolts. "He died in the hands of his own people and the hands of traitors."

Sara looked at Vito and didn't know what to say for a while, but Vito smiled brightly at her, dispelling all the haze, and Sara was subconsciously infected and laughed.

"Okay, my good girl, give me that wrench, the little one." "This?" "Yes, my good girl."

Vito finally put the wrench on the engine's jet equipment. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Go and keep an eye on them, lest Hafas get angry and kill anyone first."

Sara burst out laughing, and then walked to the training ground. Vito looked at Sara's back beside the motorcycle. Of course, Vito's attention was focused on her swinging hips.

"Sir, please be serious." Helen appeared on the CD on the motorcycle seat. She looked at Vito with an indifferent expression. The latter smiled jokingly and turned the wrench in his hand, "What's wrong? I want to go. You can’t let me play even if you risk your life?”

"There is a huge fallacy in your words, whether you are risking your life or not, sir." Helen said coldly. He watched as Vito began to check the air pressure of the wheels. He smiled while pinching the hard tires. It seemed that one of them The air pressure and structure are all normal.

"Okay, have you figured out the origin of "Oberon"?" Vito asked, twisting the screw. He reached out and took out a silver-plated screw from the box on the ground and installed it.

Helen nodded slightly and looked towards the training ground. This time, the gang jump failed again. Both the rider and the springboard attacker fell "dusty"

"That train was modified from the armored train and Sphinx armed train used during the Earth Civil War. This type of train was commonly used in deserts and Gobis at that time, so it was not difficult to obtain."

"The jet engine is not the original one, but the barbaric result of disassembling the end of the Storm-class cruise missile and performing inferior modifications."

"They remind me of the greenskins. Those guys often do this kind of magic operation, but I'm curious as the local "greenskins" don't have waggggeh energy. Why didn't they explode?"

"Luck." "Luck?"

Vito raised his head and looked at Helen with a confused face. It was really hard for him to believe that since Helen would use the word "luck", didn't she always like all kinds of algorithms and calculations?

Looking at Vito Helen, who looked like a ghost, he sighed. His emotional expressions and movements were very rare for artificial intelligence, or had never been seen at all.

"We have never analyzed the green skin's wagggggeh energy principle. This concept is beyond the scope of my algorithm and science. Sir, I think the word "luck" is more appropriate."

Vito laughed jokingly and crossed his arms, "I remember when we went to negotiate with the Eldar Empire, you insisted that the Eldar technology was science, not magic, but you couldn't analyze it yourself."

"Yes, sir, although those things may seem like magic to you, their principles are still well-founded, normative and principled, so yes, that is science, but it is just science that we cannot understand."

"Science has reached its peak and its form is magic. For example, if you show me to the tribesmen, I will be a "djinn" or an "elf"."

"Damn, that's a great name! I'll call you elf from now on." "Please don't call me that, sir."

Vito smiled and looked at Helen in front of him. To be honest, Helen's thoughts were quite interesting. Although she was always expressionless, it was very interesting every time Vito imagined what was going on in her mind.

Of course, it does not refer to the pile of 01 binary codes, but the real thoughts.

Ironically, the omnic rebellion occurred because the artificial intelligences gained sensibility and emotion, and they began to think like humans, so they rebelled, just like human slaves overthrowing their masters.

But Helen is the most human-like among them. She has all human emotions, and she is not at all different from the extreme way of thinking resulting from the paranoid program of artificial intelligence. She is truly human, although in some places she is also different from common people. Human women are just as difficult.

Especially when she is angry, to be honest, if she is an ordinary woman, it is not difficult to coax her, but if she is a woman who is knowledgeable and has a very flexible mind, then your sweet words will not work.

In particular, the concept of being knowledgeable means possessing the crystallization of the wisdom of all mankind.

"Okay, I understand, dear." Vito raised his hands in surrender, and Helen held her forehead speechlessly, "Sir, I'm not your bastard." "Okay, okay."

Vito smiled and tightened all the screws. Helen looked to the side and disappeared. Vito raised his head and looked at the person coming, it was the chief.

The old chief walked to Vito's side holding a long staff. He looked at the young people on the training ground.

The motorcycle was speeding on the desert. Hafas drove the motorcycle close to the gang-dancer's car. He waved his arms and shouted.

The man stood up but did not jump in a hurry. He squatted down and adjusted his posture on the bumpy motorcycle. He jumped over and succeeded.

He jumped onto Hafas's motorcycle, and the jumpers raised their arms and cheered. All the riders also cheered and led the onlookers around. The children laughed and waved their short wooden sticks with their fingers.

The youngest son of the patriarch yelled and waved a stick beside Sarah. His sister looked at him and smiled softly. Sarah looked at Hafas and nodded affirmatively. The eldest son also looked up proudly. Vito's direction.

Vito stood up and looked at them, and the chief also looked side by side with Vito at the young people below.

"Everything is ready."