As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Bayonet fighting is a traditional skill of the Astra Militarum. Compared to the "weak" laser gun itself, a monomolecular bayonet thrust with the weight of the whole body may be able to break the defense of those monsters.

But then again, those cultists are still a thousand meters away. Even if they rush up a distance, it is probably several hundred meters. Why do they need to use bayonets?

However, despite this doubt, Zhang Ge did not miss any chance to die. Instead, he looked at Dulles who turned around and was about to go to the first pick, stood up and took the initiative to speak:

"I'll go first. The team needs leadership. Save your life for a more useful time."

When he said this, there was no fear or tension on Zhang Ge's face. He was as calm as if it was not his own life that he decided to give up - of course there was no fear on his face. The corners of his mouth were now harder to suppress than the ancient sacred artifact AK.

When Dulles heard this, he only paused for less than half a second and handed over the plasma pistol in his other hand that was flashing with a blue glow.

"If you want a quick death, just squeeze the trigger and the Emperor's light will engulf you and your enemy."

Zhang Ge didn't say anything else. After taking the plasma pistol, he held the middle of the laser gun with his other hand and lifted it like a spear.

However, no one present noticed that at the moment the plasma pistols were exchanged, the blue light on the gun suddenly calmed down and became even brighter.

The oppressive feeling gradually spread to the entire anti-artillery cave as each Astra Militarum soldier completed his preparations, just like in a landing craft before landing on the beach.

Everything continued until two sharp whistles were sounded one after another. The extremely penetrating sound could still be heard clearly even deep in the cave. Zhang Ge rushed out of the anti-artillery cave without hesitation.

The sudden change in light and dark environment did not cause any trouble to Zhang Ge's vision. His pupils changed at an extremely fast speed to adapt to the bright environment, allowing him to see the current scene in the trench clearly.

Flesh, blood and metal powder were shattered and spread all over the trenches like paint from a paint tray accidentally knocked over by a child. Most of the "survivors" had lost most of their bodies, but they were still making meaningless sounds and twitching before their death.

Before entering the anti-artillery cave, there was at least an entire PDF infantry platoon here, but now not only were all killed, some were even twisted into blasphemous creations by the evil magic of the subspace. Although they retained their sanity, they could only wail in pain as their bodies were expanded into a ball of flesh and crushed towards other comrades.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Ge, who understood why he had to use a bayonet, rushed towards the nearest meat ball while raising the plasma pistol in his hand.

As the trigger was pressed, a burning sensation hit him in the face. The heat wave formed by the air heated by the plasma slightly distorted his vision. The extremely familiar delay feeling of the pistol when the trigger was pulled but not fired made Zhang Gedun feel something was wrong.

This, this can't be, is this the power of the plasma pistol?

But the joyful roaring machine soul did not give him time to think. When the monster discovered Zhang Ge and opened its mouth and screamed with a terrifying roar, intending to crush the human, a bright blue plasma ball flew out of its barrel.

In an instant, the scorching plasma hit the monster's open mouth with incredible precision, and directly passed through its tough skin, exploding and melting inside.

Starting from the point of impact, the monster's "head" began to swell from the inside out, and the overflowing light first spurted out from the cracks in its flesh, followed by the gas formed by vaporization, and small pink liquid beads formed by liquefied muscles that were farther away from the explosion point.

Finally, along with the thermal melting phenomenon, an explosion caused by the release of a large amount of energy and heating and expansion appeared, tearing apart half of the monster's upper body with a bang.

Not only Zhang Ge witnessed this scene, but also the second-ranked plasma gunner in the squad, who was wearing heavy carapace armor and holding a plasma rifle in both hands.

He originally raised his arm to aim and wanted to fire another shot, but seeing this, he looked down at the plasma rifle in his hand with some disbelief, and then his eyes turned complicated as he looked at Dulles, whom he had followed for several years.

Lao Deng, I'm talking to you about trust, but you're playing tricks on me. You're good at hiding that little plasma pistol, right?

Dulles, who didn't see what happened, was confused and thought there was trouble outside. He quickly gestured to the plasma gunner not to block the exit.

As for Zhang Ge, although the creature seemed unable to move after being shot, he still wanted to go up and give it another shot out of caution - what if it still had a breath left, and he could kill it by closing the distance?

However, just as he was about to do so, a well-aimed grenade was thrown from behind into the gap created by the monster's explosion.

As its body surface bulged again, some things that were obviously fragments mixed with minced meat sprayed out from above. The other person following Dulles came behind Zhang Ge, grabbed the towing strap behind his carapace with his hand, and then patted him on the back affectionately to indicate that he could continue to move forward.

Another plasma gunner and Dulles were responsible for clearing the other side of the trench, while Zhang Ge and his teammate's task was obviously to face this side.

Except for two people each following behind the two groups to fill in the positions and finish off the enemy at any time, the rest of the comrades saw that this section of the trench was safe and there were no losses, so they removed the bayonets from their guns and began to rely on the trenches to suppress the cultists who started charging again.

Busy, it’s better to be busy.

For a moment, Zhang Ge hated himself for not being reincarnated into those PDFs, but he had no choice but to move forward.

As Zhang Ge advanced towards the corner of the trench, a large number of PDFs from the rear trenches were also pouring into the second trench. The other of the two whistles just now came from the PDFs.

Amidst the increasingly intense sounds of gunfire mixed with shotguns, grenades, and laser guns, Zhang Ge crossed the corner of the trench.

There were three monsters crowded here, gathering around several seriously injured people and gnawing at them like snails. They did not need to eat, nor did they have the physiological organs to eat. Their actions were only to torture the living.

Seeing this, Zhang Ge raised the plasma pistol in his hand again. A ball of dazzling blue light cut through the bloody and thick air, purifying the lump of flesh with flames. Just as he was about to fire the second shot, he suddenly felt a dragging sensation from behind.

Just a hair's breadth away, a mass of scarlet flesh made of unknown substance was spit out and hit the spot where Zhang Ge had just stood. It missed and hit the wall of the trench, wriggling and growing tiny tentacles, and seemed to be about to start moving.

But the Astra Militarum wasn't the supporting cast in horror movies, and they wouldn't wait until it finished transforming before shooting. While a laser beam from behind blew it to pieces, a sensory anti-vehicle melta mine was activated by a friendly soldier who ran forward and thrown around the corner.

Naturally, those mindless monsters rushed forward violently after their attacks failed, and were reduced to ashes in an explosion that was enough to destroy Leman Russ. By then, the four had already run back to a place far away from danger.

Zhang Ge had a blank expression on his face, but his heart was bleeding: I must have been a good person for eight lifetimes to be matched with you guys, a group of pro guys, today.

Chapter 5: A Gathering of Heroes

After advancing several trenches, Zhang Ge and his team stopped. It was not that he did not want to move forward, but normally, the range that a team can control is limited. It is impossible for a team of more than a dozen people to control an entire front line.

If I continue forward, I might be considered to be seeking death.

Behind him, the reassuring dull sound of heavy explosive shells was heard, sometimes in bursts and sometimes in bursts. Zhang Ge, feeling tired, looked at the PDFs who were beginning to pour in again around him. He had no intention of going to the trenches immediately, but sat on the steps on the side, unscrewed the kettle and took a sip.

I hadn't noticed it before, but now that I have some free time... this place is unbearably hot.

Zhang Ge thought about it, took off the stuffy helmet and put it aside, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Wait, yes, although the defensive ability of the carapace armor is meaningless against explosive bombs, it is still extremely powerful against conventional weapons. This advanced armor equipped in elite troops such as Kashejin, Storm Troopers, and Grenadiers can effectively resist most attacks that normal people can encounter.

Ordinary laser guns, automatic guns, etc., have basically no effect on the main protective parts. If you continue to wear this helmet, what if you get hit on the head but are stopped?

Moreover, not wearing a helmet is not uncommon in the Astra Militarum. Many veterans, officers, and the like do this. Some of the macho groups of the Ka generation do not wear armor in jungle terrains. It is definitely not considered as courting death.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge put the helmet he took off behind him and had no intention of putting it on again.

However, a PDF who was reloading nearby asked:

"The air quality here is very poor. Won't it be difficult to breathe without a filter, sir?"

The air quality is poor. No wonder the stingy noble lord was willing to give each PDF member a breathing mask. But after taking off his helmet, Zhang Ge didn't really feel the air here. Apart from the strong smell of blood, which was probably stained with the subspace and could not be filtered out even with the mask, there was no difference from his previous life.

However, the original body should be a veteran, so it is normal for him to have some spare money to do some minor body modification surgery. Maybe he added something to the respiratory system.

So Zhang Ge replied:

"Our planet will gather all adults together, release poison gas, and then screen out those with healthy respiratory systems."

After using a few words to give PDF, who had never left the planet in his life, a little shock, Zhang Ge stood up and followed his comrades who were starting to return to the starting position.

For the current position, it was relatively easy to suppress the attack of the cultists who lacked heavy weapons without the assistance of demons. The four of them did not encounter any other troubles on the way back.

This rare moment ended when I returned to the anti-artillery cave and saw the man dressed as a political commissar.

Before we even got there, we heard Dulles' voice:

"You mean, without knowing the enemy's exact strength, composition, equipment, and deployment, and knowing they have the ability to summon demons, you choose someone to 'behead'?"

The political commissar responded calmly:

"It is an entire squadron, a crack squadron drawn from across the ranks of this army. What remains uncharted is precisely what they will be charged with doing. This is a sacrifice for the Emperor, and their souls will return with honor to the Golden Throne."

It seems that Dulles's status is quite high. A squad leader can talk back to the political commissar, and the other party actually talks back to him.

But on the other hand, this kind of thing really cannot be forced. Think about what will happen if any of the chosen people have any complaints in their hearts, in a place where the influence of the evil god is particularly strong.

Dulles added a touch of irony:

"Dedicate yourself? My people and I can die, but not in vain. We should be placed in more useful positions. Why don't you do this 'honorable' thing?"

"I am a member of the team."

As silence, mingled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, spread, Zhang Ge stepped forward, his hair drifting in the dust raised by the automatic cannons that had moved there. His gaze was resolute as he interrupted, saying:

"I'm willing to go... My brothers before me all died at their hands."

Dulles was about to speak when the commissar turned his gaze and spoke first:

"Very well, soldier, what is your name?"

"Zhang Ge."

"Come with me, you're the last one, we'll leave once we arrive."

As he passed Dulles, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Ge's arm. His exceptionally powerful hand slowed down his forward movement.

He fumbled to pull out a few plasma pistol magazines from the tactical ammunition rack, and took out some emergency medical drugs from his waist bag. He handed them into Zhang Ge's bag before letting go.

After staring at Dulles for half a second, neither Zhang Ge nor he could say anything in the end.

One didn't know what to say, and the other was almost unable to contain his laughter.

After quickening his pace and catching up with the political commissar, Zhang Ge casually asked:

"Who are the specific people in the entire team?"

"You, me, a Sister of Battle, a Psyker, an Ogryn, and a Priest of the Ecclesiarchy."

It's a gathering of heroes.

"Ogryn, aren't we planning to sneak in?"

"His throat was completely broken and replaced with a mechanical one. He can't speak, but he's very obedient."

In the midst of such casual chat, when another round of attack was repelled, Zhang Ge was taken to the team's assembly point.

When Zhang Ge saw the bright red Chimera armored personnel carrier with a pile of meaningless garbage on the outside and whose shape could only be barely recognized, he felt something was wrong.

"Captured from the Orks, this is one of the few vehicles the regiment has."

The commissar explained as he opened the hatch.

Inside, there was a silver-haired nun who was not wearing armor but was wrapped in white cloth, even her eyes were covered with white cloth, her body was covered with scars, and in her hand was a two-handed sword that was gleaming slightly.

A psyker with shackles on his hands and feet that looked like they had been violently broken, his face as pale as a dead person, holding a bolt pistol in one hand and a power sword in the other.

Covered in heavy armor with only one eye visible, Ogrin was scratching his head as his weapon and shield, which were larger than a person, took up a lot of space and had to be placed diagonally.

There was a huge melta gun next to him, his muscles were so swollen that his robe could not cover them, he looked to be almost two meters tall, and he was a priest of the state religion with a mace on his waist.

Zhang Ge had a complicated look in his eyes as he glanced at the political commissar next to him whose eye had been replaced by a red electronic eye. Relatively speaking, he was the most normal one.

"Ah I?"

How could I, an ordinary veteran of the Astra Militarum, deserve your attention?

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Chapter 6 Red Triple Speed

At this point, Zhang Ge could not express any objections, so he had to bend down, walk through the hatch, and find the nearest seat to sit down.

As he touched the bulkhead, the dim lights inside the Chimera suddenly brightened, and the frantic roar of the engine became somewhat... pleasant? Just like the roar of a sports car to a sports car enthusiast.

This calmed down the irritable Ogrin a little.

After Zhang Ge, the political commissar also stepped into the cabin door and closed it, leaving only the white light from the wall lamp in the cabin.

After settling down, he took out a map and showed it to everyone in the cabin, saying:

"Although we don't have a specific understanding of the cultists' troop deployment, we have been able to roughly analyze their numbers based on the intensity of the attacks each unit encountered previously."

The chainsword in his hand left a scratch on the thin leather map that didn't penetrate the back.

"The PDF will launch an attack on a location where their forces are concentrated, in order to draw their forces from the rest of the region to further concentrate there. We will then break through the weak point. Two Sentinel mechas and a team of Astra Militarum will provide cover for us."

After the political commissar finished his brief summary, he glanced at everyone in the cabin and found that only about one and a half people were listening to him seriously. Zhang Ge counted as one, and Ouglin, who was pretending to listen carefully, could barely count as half.

The nuns and priests were praying silently, while the psychic looked as if he was in a trance. If you didn't know better, you would think he was in a state of rigor mortis.

He shook his head but said nothing.

Soon after, as the whistle sounded, the sound of explosions outside could be heard again. The sound of the explosions was probably the sound of mortar shells and... some kind of howitzer shells produced on this planet that could not be identified.

The Chimera's engine also became active at this moment, as if it had received some kind of signal. Like a sprinter, the tracks accelerated from a standstill to an extremely high speed in an instant, and a large amount of mud and dust were driven and thrown into the air.

The red Chimera rushed out of the position like an arrow, leaving the two Sentinels and Astra Militarum vehicles that were originally intended to cooperate with it far behind. Even though the drivers of the two Sentinels quickly realized that something was wrong and sprinted at the highest speed, they were unable to catch up with the red vehicle that was gradually moving away.

Meanwhile, the six people in the closed cabin had no idea what was happening. Only Zhang Ge, holding onto the cockpit, asked with some confusion:

"Isn't this bumpy and pushing feeling a bit too strong?"

The first to respond was the psychic who seemed to have suddenly woken up:

"Haha, do you really want us to slow down and be torn to pieces by the cultists? Yes, being torn to pieces seems to be a good destination, death! What a beautiful word, let us embrace it together... Hehe, hahahaha..."