Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Dust mixed with the yellow sand on the Gobi desert danced in the air. They covered the sky and the sun, as if they were a dark cloud on this desolate land. However, this cloud did not bring any shade, rain or anything similar. It will only bring heat and a suffocating feeling when it hits your face.

Therefore, the front sight closed the window. The glass window could hardly be called complete. Several missing corners were patched up with iron sheets. There were also several bullet holes that had not been repaired. It looked like, It's the latest addition.

But at least, the window can block the wind and sand outside, allowing him to see the road ahead clearly. But in fact, this is a lie, because there is no road here at all.

He sat on the rickety driving chair, holding the steering wheel in front of him, driving the truck in the Gobi Desert under the scorching sun. The technician said that the sun here had gradually set, but this did not happen. Let the weather cool down a bit.

The hunter stood up from the passenger seat. He grabbed the armrest above his head and reluctantly got up from the shaking car. The helmet on his head hit the roof and door of the car. It faithfully protected its owner's head. , after all, this truck has no real vertical stabilization device.

This is a truck that the locals have pieced together using parts ripped from who knows where and what car. According to Echo, this truck is enough to make any Mechanicus priest angry. .

But they need this car, and this is the only one that is huge enough for everyone to get on and drive on this desolate land. After getting in the car, they take turns driving. It costs a lot of money to drive this shabby truck. It only requires a little effort. Its steering wheel turns like a mill, and the accelerator and gear knobs even need to be hit with the butt of a gun to move it.

The first one to drive was the hunter. Now he has rotated through a group of laps and is already driving. The hunter has been resting on the side. The hot weather and dry air made the driving experience particularly tiring, but now, he has rested. OK, but not ready to take over driving the truck.

The hunter slipped sideways between the seats. He opened the small door between the rear seats and got in from there. The technician turned around and saw the hunter coming in. The two nodded to each other. The hunter then came to the room. In the small cabin, he leaned against the wall and squatted beside the sofa bed.

This is a bed made of seats. It is not big, but it is enough for one person to lie down on it. It seems that it was once used for practical purposes, but now, it is Ye Ta who is lying on it.

They moved her in, and the spike in her abdomen was not pulled out carelessly according to the technician's advice. This prevented her from dying from massive bleeding or wound infection, but it also made it impossible for her to wear the protective armor. Facing the hot summer, it is also important to maintain moisture and body temperature, so she was carried in by several people.

"How is she?" the hunter asked the technician. He was here to take care of the commander. A trace of pain appeared on the latter's face. She gritted her teeth and breathed rapidly, and from time to time she would speak some language they did not understand.

"The situation gradually stabilized, at least temporarily. I adjusted the liquid additive of the blocker to extend the filtration time in the blood vessels, but this is only a temporary measure, and we must find a solution as soon as possible."

The technician said, and used the scanner to check the location of the wound again. The purple blood vessels were beating there, expanding and flashing. The hunter looked at the blood vessels, showing a trace of uneasiness. He had seen too many After such an infection of Chaos, many of his comrades-in-arms ultimately needed him to show them the mercy of the Emperor.

The hunter doesn't want to do it again, but if necessary, he will do it. It is also lucky for the commander. Compared with being infected by Chaos and turning into those ugly things, death is a kind of relief.

"Does her method really work?" The hunter looked at the local girl here. She was also here, sitting on the ground next to the sofa. There was a blanket there. When the hunter looked over, she shyly blocked herself. s face.

"I think we have no choice. To save the commander, we have no choice but to do this." The technician said and prepared another injection, which was filled with some kind of potion. The hunter looked at the bubbling liquid in it, and then He glanced at the painful commander beside him.

"Hunter, we have a new friend here." The voice of the sight sounded outside, and the hunter turned around. After a moment of silence, he heard the roar of the engine coming from outside. He turned around and pressed the technician's shoulder. , "Take care of Commander, no matter what happens outside, stay here."

"Understood, good luck to you, brother." The technician nodded to the hunter, and after watching him leave, handed a leather rope bandage to the slave girl beside him, "Help me tighten her arm."

The hunter got out of the cab. He lowered his head and came to the front sight two or three times. He leaned out from behind the front sight and looked towards the back of the truck. Soon, he saw the chasing enemies. They were locals. The marauders, those pale war gangs.

They drove chariots running on the desert, with rolling yellow sand flying in the sky behind them. Around the chariots, on the roofs, inside the vehicles, and on the doors, the barbarians were holding long and short weapons, machetes, and spears. , cut-barreled shotguns, long-barreled assault rifles, revolvers and other weapons.

They kept waving those things, and a burst of local rude language burst out from their mouths. Even if the hunter couldn't understand it, he knew that it was probably not a good word, and if they caught up, it would not be a good word.

"I'll drive, Crosshair, go up there." The hunter ordered, approaching the driver's seat, Crosshair stood up smoothly, grabbed his sniper rifle belt from the passenger seat beside him, and swung it on his back. , after opening the door, he grabbed the edge of the roof above and climbed up in the strong wind.

"Guys, someone is coming. The order is very simple. Keep them as far away from us as possible." "Understood." The voice of the King of Destruction came through the earphones, and then it was replaced by roaring gunfire, and rapid artillery fire was directed towards The rear roared away, and suddenly a chariot rushing at the front was blown up instantly.

It rolled forward, and the end raised large amounts of dust flying in the air. Then it fell forward and fell to the ground. After that, more chariots rushed from the left and right sides. The war tribes on the roof raised their hands. He picked up his weapon and fired in the direction of the truck. The chaotic bullets turned into a heavy rain without aiming.

The armored body of the truck was rattled by the beatings. The slaves in the carriage screamed in fear. Among them, Echo rushed over. He grabbed the person blocking the road and pushed him aside. , and suddenly leaned against the hollow window between the carriages, he leaned out, raised his pistol and shot the chariot driver outside the car. His head instantly exploded into a watermelon, and the chariot lost its balance and moved towards The sand on the side rushed away and fell there.

Previously, a war boy armed with a machete stepped on the car door. He sprayed his mouth with silver-plated paint with spray, and then jumped over with fanatical courage. Echo raised his pistol and aimed at the leaping car. The enemy, and he was shot in the head by a gun in mid-air. It was not Echo's gun.

The latter looked upward and saw the crosshairs squatting on the roof of the car. He pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle in his hand, then raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the pursuing enemy behind him and fired again. The laser bullets were accurate. It hit a man carrying a rocket launcher. His head fell back, and the rocket on his shoulder shot into the air, flying straight towards the dazzling sun.

The rocket fell down soon after, hitting the convoy and exploding into a cloud of sand and dust. The tanks behind them circled around one after another and sprinted towards the truck. The faster Predator tanks jumped from the larger ones. War trucks rushed out around them, approaching faster.

On both sides of the truck, the barrages fired back were constantly hitting from front to back, and the enemy was also firing forward. Echo's armor was jingled, and a large amount of sparks burst out. He hid back in the truck. Inside the body, after replacing a new magazine for the pistol, he raised his head. Just in time, he saw a tank turning from a distance and rushing to the side of the vehicle.

In that car, War Boy raised his cut-barreled shotgun and pointed it at the car. The sight was startled, and the slaves behind him screamed, but in the flash of lightning, a thunderous gunshot rang out. The car exploded, and the deafening sound of gunfire made even the sight of the helmet feel a ringing in the ears.

The entire upper body of the enemy on the vehicle exploded instantly. Not only that, the tank behind him exploded and burst into flames. The entire vehicle body was torn into two sections and fell to the sand, turning into a tumbling wreckage. Looking back, the crosshairs Go, only to see Yarick standing behind him, holding a smoking bolter in his hand.

The political commissar glanced at the sight, then turned around, raised the muzzle of the gun and blew up another tank from the window on the other side. The bolt gun in his hand was very powerful, "Get up and fight back."

He gave a brief command and pointed at the window in front of the sight. The latter was stunned for a moment and then immediately reacted. He stood up and fired continuously with his pistol. The laser beam hit a motorcyclist rushing from behind. , His motorcycle fell to the side, and the motorcycle stumbled backwards, hitting another motorcycle behind him. The two cars collided, rolled, and exploded on the ground.

The war boys on motorcycles roared and rushed up. In a sense, they really looked like the greenskins, so much so that it made people wonder whether they were the reconnaissance targets of this trip, but it was obviously not so at first. , The green-skinned body is much stronger than theirs.

The laser bullet penetrated the driver's head. He fell to the side and stabbed the spear in his hand. The spearhead exploded instantly, exploding a piece of yellow sand on the ground, and another motorcycle was behind him. The car suddenly jumped up, rushed out of the sand mist, and quickly approached the truck.

The crosshair on the roof of the car was holding a toothpick in his mouth. He aimed and fired calmly. The precise bullet passed between the man's eyebrows. There was another explosion that fell to the ground. The crosshair continued to switch targets without even looking at it. , aim, fire, shoot, explode, all in one go.

His marksmanship was extremely tense. The laser beam kept flashing on the roof of the car, knocking any enemies rushing to the ground one by one. As if to retaliate against him, a violent burst of artillery fire came from a distance, and they hit the crosshairs. Dazzling sparks flew from the roofs of the surrounding trucks.

But the sight didn't move at all. He still squatted there, chewing the toothpick in his mouth, putting his eyes on the sight, taking a deep breath, and tapping lightly with his fingers, just like caressing a woman's thigh, and like a woman's ambiguous kiss. Groaning like that, the bullets from the gun whizzed out and shot in the direction of the war truck, accurately hitting the machine gunner's bird's nest.

The bullet passed through his head, came out from the back of his head, and flew into the barrel of the enemy behind him who was carrying the rocket launcher. A sudden explosion occurred in an instant. A fire rose from the roof of the entire truck, and the tank also shot toward It fell to the side and smashed several accompanying vehicles.

The crosshair raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly a burst of explosions attracted his attention. It was on the side of the truck. The War Boy driving a motorcycle approached from a distance. He raised the blasting spear in his hand and stabbed it with a gun. On the truck's ground, an instant explosion rose there, causing the entire truck to jolt.

On the other side, another motorcycle rushed over, repeating the same trick. The explosion caused the head of the hunter sitting in the cab to hit the ceiling, but he had no time to care about the pain in his head. He held the steering wheel. , feeling the violent vibration, the hunter stuck his head out from behind the window and looked at the connection between the truck and the compartment at the rear, where the vibration was extremely violent.

"Echo, they broke the connection weight, reconnect it immediately!" The hunter ordered loudly, his voice came directly from outside the car, and with the blazing wind entering Echo's ears, he immediately stood up He climbed out from behind the window, grabbed the handrails and railings outside the car body, and leaned towards the violently shaking place.

Bullets hit all around him, splashing dazzling sparks on the carriage. Echo stepped on the car bars and moved forward. When he was stuck on the carriage unable to fight back, a motorcycle came behind him and raised his hand. The blasting spear was aimed at Echo, but too late, a laser bullet instantly pierced the side of his head.

The driver fell backwards and fell to the ground, and the motorcycle flew up and hit the ground and exploded. The hunter sitting in the cab held the steering wheel with one hand and shot backwards with a pistol with the other hand. He fired a precise shot. The gun hit the enemies who were close to Echo. Among the bullets flying back and forth, Echo came to where.

He grabbed the handrail and got into the gap between the car body and the compartment. The loose connecting shaft shook up and down and hit the car body, causing a dazzling spark to rub against the ground. Echo stepped on the narrow car bumper and leaned against it. After passing by, he bent over and sat there with his legs on the car on the other side, keeping himself fixed in mid-air. Below him, there was the sand that was sweeping backwards.

Echo's robotic arm began repair work, and the dazzling cutting and welding spurted out bright flames. He leaned his back against the carriage, using all his strength to maintain stability, and his arms were hanging in the air while working. Suddenly, a bullet came from his Shot past his ears, Echo raised his head and saw War Boy outside the car gap.

They drove a tank and rushed to the side of the truck. War Boy raised his gun and aimed at Echo, but just before the latter shot, Echo raised the gun with one hand and fired, hitting him in the head with one shot. The robot arm was also raised, and a missile was shot out from the bottom of the welding gun. The mini warhead hit the door, causing the tank to explode suddenly.

Under the flicker of flames, Echo continued to work. He completed the final welding without stopping. All the gaps around the fixed bolts from top to bottom were welded shut. Although this also made it impossible to remove the carriage, At least it can't be taken off now.

Echo straightened his back vigorously, and he stood up and resumed his standing posture. His legs and feet missed the air once and almost made him fall, but Echo grabbed the handrail to stabilize himself. He climbed up to the top of the carriage, left and right. Kick your legs on both sides, step up and get close to the rear window of the cab, open it and get in.

He suddenly fell behind the hunter, who glanced at him and turned his head in relief after Echo got up. After one last shot, he took back the pistol.

"We have to find a way to get rid of them!" Echo said as he got closer to the hunter. The latter's eyes looked around on the surrounding desert. His eyes swept across the earth, and then he jerked back. He saw a bridge. , it is a stone bridge that connects the sandy land in this section of the deep ditch with the thin water swamp on the other side.

The hunter immediately turned the steering wheel without thinking, and the truck turned sharply on the spot. The huge force instantly turned the truck around and rushed towards the bridge. It ran on the sand like a huge beast fleeing behind it. Then chase the predators on the sand.

The war gang chased after them, their bullets grazed through the car window, and one shot shattered the rearview mirror glass. The hunter just glanced at it, then slammed his palm on the gear armrest and stepped on it with his foot. On the accelerator, the truck instantly spit out flames from the gaps around the engine.

The truck accelerated suddenly in the fierce fire and whizzed over the stone bridge. The hunter grabbed the steering wheel and stretched out his body and shouted toward the back, "Blow up the bridge!"

After hearing this, the King of Destruction immediately took out a large bundle of cluster grenades from his backpack and threw them upwards. After catching the grenades in the air, he suddenly pulled out all the grenades, roared, and threw them backwards. The grenades drew arcs from the air. The line fell on the bridge, and the explosion occurred suddenly, and the entire bridge was blown up in the blink of an eye.

Several chariots that didn't have time to brake fell off the bridge. The rest of the pursuit convoy all came to an emergency stop beside the deep ditch and the broken bridge. The hunter leaned on the car door and watched the pursuers retreating behind him, echoing He was also looking behind him, "Did you get rid of them?"

"No, it's just temporary. They will catch up." The hunter said and sat back in the cab. He held the steering wheel and drove the truck into the "Oasis of Death" in the desert.