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

"Also, Sergeant Zhang Ge, there's a vacancy for the captain of the guard next to me. I wonder if you..."

The dagger was revealed so quickly.

But it is understandable. Astra Militarum veterans are common, but veterans who can penetrate into an enemy nest of this scale, complete a decapitation operation, and then come back alive without any injuries are not very common.

For a noble, in such an environment, a strong fighter is much more important than money.

And Zhang Ge also understood what the political commissar meant.

Following the other party's words, Zhang Ge responded:

"I agree, but before that, I need to go to the convent with Sister Amelia. I can only take up my post after we return... As for these things, they are not necessary, right?"

Zhang Ge said that the reason for his hesitation at the end was not because of the other party, but because he was not sure whether refusing these things would be considered as seeking death if he died in an enemy attack on the way.

But Ernesto seemed to have misunderstood Zhang Ge's meaning. When he heard Zhang Ge's agreement, he smiled with satisfaction, walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"It just so happens that I have an extra car. You and Sister Amelia can drive it to the convent. It will be faster this way."

After a pause, he continued in a familiar tone:

"These are gifts from the family as a thank you. There's no need to refuse them. I'll have the servants carry them to your car. Also, I'll have other gifts at your inauguration ceremony."

Ernesto has always been generous in rewarding a wise man like Zhang Ge - after all, this money is not even a drop in the bucket for a noble like him.

After saying that, Ernesto took the initiative to make way for Amelia and Zhang Ge, showing a respectful attitude.

The two men walked past him and left this section of the trench.

They were not far from the armory when they got here. Sister Amelia quickly brought Zhang Ge to the armory door. But before entering, Sister Amelia asked:

"Why should you agree to him?"

There was no emotion attached to these words; it was simply a question asked out of doubt.

"Why do you ask? Can't you agree?"

"No, I just don't think you'll agree."

Zhang Ge said helplessly:

"Will we come back after we go to the order?"

"...Probably not."

"If you can't, then why refuse his free money? Does he dare to go to the Order to cause trouble for you, or can he go to the Inquisition to get me away?"

"Ok."

And this is why Zhang Ge cannot refuse better equipment just because he needs to die.

If nothing unexpected happens, normal death means dying despite following normal logic of action. Deliberately refusing better things and then being killed due to poor equipment will most likely be considered as seeking death intentionally. Zhang Ge cannot take such a risk.

But it doesn't matter. At most, you will be transformed from cannon fodder to cannon fodder with better equipment. At worst, the Inquisition will take action.

Zhang Ge comforted himself in this way.

ps: I have pushed it up, and the reward for adding more chapters remains unchanged, 500 recommendation votes/50 monthly votes per day, and I will increase it if I reach it. There is no limit according to this standard, urgent, urgent, use the votes to spur me to write more.

ps2：只有今天是暂时改成10：40更，之后其他的第一章还是12：30

Chapter 20: The local chaos is too rude

The conversation ended quickly. Ahead was the main armory of the position. This important building was guarded by an entire Astra Militarum infantry platoon, deep underground, and reinforced with ceramic steel and sandbags.

If the standard construction process issued by the Military Affairs Department is followed, the armory of the Star Army Corps level will not be able to cause effective casualties in a short period of time even if the main gun of a super-heavy tank is directly hit - although in fact most corps do not have enough materials and time to complete the standardized construction.

Zhang Ge came to Sister Amelia and walked forward.

After arriving at the door, Zhang Ge showed his credentials to the officer standing at the door. The other party quickly took out an instrument and scanned the credentials carefully, and asked someone to check Zhang Ge's whole body before stepping aside and making way.

Since the armory cannot carry flammable and explosive materials, Zhang Ge’s other weapons, except for the Ascalon that was used as a decoration, were stored outside. And since only Zhang Ge was written on the certificate, Sister Amelia had to stay outside as well.

"I need a shield and a one-handed sword."

After being stopped, Sister Amelia had no objection. She just took a step back and said to Zhang Ge.

Zhang Ge nodded to indicate that he had heard, and then walked into the armory under the guidance of two guards in front and behind.

The three of them quickly entered the doorway. As they went deeper underground, the light from the doorway became less and less. It was not until they reached the end and came into the armory that a few dim light bulbs provided new light.

Inside, a large number of weapons were stacked up, either neatly or randomly, but this did not conflict with what the political commissar said, "there is nothing left", because these weapons seemed to be a lot, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that most of them were laser guns and automatic guns.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be because after the corps suffered a large number of casualties, the equipment of the dead was collected, and there were no new soldiers to use them. These equipments were of no meaning to Zhang Ge. Even if he could hold a laser gun with one finger, he could at most fire ten at the same time.

Without saying anything more, Zhang Ge walked around the armory, picking and choosing, and quickly selected as few things as possible that were useful to him.

A few melta bombs, frag grenades, an engineer shovel, a few mortal bolter magazines and plenty of bolt rounds.

The other thing was a temporary prosthetic limb and sword and shield for Sister Amelia. While the former seemed a bit off in size, it wasn't much to ask for in terms of medical equipment used to urgently restore the combat effectiveness of seriously injured elite soldiers.

"That's all."

Zhang Ge picked up a backpack and put his things in it, then said to the two guards.

They just nodded silently, and soon took Zhang Ge back to the door. After counting, filling out the receipt form, and signing, the ownership of these supplies officially came into Zhang Ge's hands.

Seeing Zhang Ge come out so quickly, Sister Amelia turned slightly to the side, revealing the broken arm that had been simply treated in the car.

"Stick it up."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ge moved closer and touched her face. He could feel the warmth and the roughness of the white cloth she used to bind her eyes.

"? I mean, put the prosthetic limb on."

"oh oh."

Zhang Ge took out the prosthetic limb wrapped in a vacuum bag from his backpack, unpacked it, and then stuck the corresponding surface on the nun's broken arm.

After a distinct and phantom-painful sound of drilling flesh, the connection between the prosthesis and Amelia seemed to be established.

Zhang Ge watched her move her new arm and asked casually:

"How does it compare to the original?"

“Not flexible enough.”

Sister Amelia answered concisely, and at the same time walked around behind Zhang Ge, stuffed the laser gun into his pocket, pulled out the sword and shield from his new backpack, held the ceramic steel shield in her prosthetic hand, and held the sword with her preserved right hand.

"But it's enough to use the shield."

"Okay, there's nothing else to do. Let's go find a car."

Zhang Ge agreed, and before he had gone far, a servant came up to him and said:

"Sir, let me take you to the vehicle."

So considerate?

Zhang Ge didn't ask Ernesto where his car was just now, simply because he had forgotten. He had thought that the noble's civilian car couldn't possibly be parked in front, and such a big thing could be easily found by looking for it in the back.

But unexpectedly, Ernesto noticed this detail and sent a servant to lead the way.

"Okay...wait, what is that?"

Just as Zhang Ge nodded in agreement, a meteor fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed. Its speed was so fast that it was about to hit the position almost at the same time as it broke through the clouds.

Compared with that speed, everything around seemed to be in slow motion... Until the last moment, the meteor had already arrived above the position, and as its speed suddenly slowed down due to the operation of its reverse thrust nozzle, Zhang Ge saw clearly what it was.

Space Marine landing bay, but from the side of Slaanesh.

At this moment, a shrill whistle finally sounded and spread throughout the battlefield.

But it was too late.

The landing hatch suddenly fell to the ground, and three giants over two meters tall, wearing power armor and holding grenade launchers appeared. They wore helmets and scanned the position in front of them.

This is a standard tactical squad composed of Chaos Space Marines.

Unlike the deliberately weakened and slowed-down postures in movies, TV shows and art works, Zhang Ge witnessed the combat methods of Space Marines with his own eyes.

The three Chaos Space Marines each faced in one direction, their bolters spewing ammunition accurately, but their first target was not the infantry.

Those explosive bombs hit every heavy weapon within their range with incredible accuracy. Their centuries-long combat experience and superhuman senses and physiques enabled them to execute combat methods that seemed inconceivable to ordinary people with the cold and efficient execution of machines.

Those flying bombs fell one by one, and instead of hitting the heavy weapon operators, they directly destroyed the gun barrels, making these equipment that were enough to threaten their armor lose their combat capability.

Please note that the Space Marines were so fast that only afterimages remained in the eyes of ordinary people. Therefore, the above actions were completed in a time that an ordinary person could not even react, let alone transfer weapons or counterattack. Not a single shot from the three intensively fired grenade launchers missed the target.

They held the handle with one hand and pulled the trigger, and pressed the other hand on the top of the grenade launcher to control the recoil to almost zero. First, they attacked the heavy weapons, and then the high-threat units armed with melta guns and plasma guns. It was not until their magazines were exhausted that the PDF closest to them could launch a counterattack.

However, sneak attacks, defensive counterattacks, and group charges are completely meaningless.

In the narrow trench, a Chaos Space Marine drew the chainsword from his waist. At such a close distance, his movements almost flashed in the eyes of the PDFs. Not to mention attacks with melta bombs, even laser guns could not keep up with his movements. He could even use his extraordinary hearing to identify the positions of the enemies around him.

There was even a scene where the upper body of the first person to be beheaded fell to the ground only after the PDF of an entire trench was cleared.

In the Maelstrom, Huron's men, trained in Space Marine tactics and equipped with a sufficient supply of light and heavy weapons and vehicles, suffered a casualty ratio of:

Close to 300:1.

This is a cold number, and now it is being shown in Zhang Ge's eyes in the form of a massacre.

ps: Wait wait wait, there are too many, otherwise let’s call a truce first!

Chapter 21 Blood and Fire

On the hulls of those Space Marines, blood flowed down the shells of their ornately decorated power armor.

They did not undergo the mutation of breaking free from their armor. Under the sunlight that penetrated the clouds, their huge bodies reflected golden light, like demigods descended to the earth. If they were not slaughtering crazily on their own front, it would be difficult to distinguish them from the loyalist Space Marines.

Without any skills or planning, they used chainsaw swords, fists, and shoulder charges to easily tear PDFs and Astra Militarum soldiers into pieces.

It wasn't until two Astra Militarum squads had barely assembled and were about to use a volley to block a Chaos Space Marine on one side of the trench that they discovered that a friendly plasma gun had been thrown hundreds of meters away, right on top of their heads.

Amidst those desperate eyes, a well-aimed bomb hit the plasma gun, and the violent explosion directly engulfed nearly twenty people.

It couldn't even slow him down for a moment. The bomb was fired while he pulled out the grenade launcher with one hand and slaughtered the PDFs around him with the weapon with the other hand.

Despair spread throughout the position, but waves of PDFs and Astra Militarum troops still assembled in batches and rushed through the communication trenches towards the defense zone that was being slaughtered.

Yes, these Chaos Space Marines are still powerful, but they have a fatal weakness: they are not as rational as normal Space Marines.

Amidst the slaughter, pain, wailing, and the pleasure of the evil god's blessing, the three Chaos Space Marines gradually dispersed in order to increase the efficiency of the killing. As a large number of troops reacted and filled the front with flesh and blood, their speed was gradually slowed down.

When a Chaos Space Marine broke into a key junction trench with a communication trench, a violent explosion suddenly rose from beneath the soil.

Like the first trench, the commander also buried a large amount of explosives in other trenches. If these Chaos Space Marines were still awake, their long combat experience would surely allow them to easily see through this common tactic.

But as their desires grow, they have actually become powerful "demons" who act almost on instinct, which is the meaning of making such sacrifices as guidance.

Flames, shock waves, flying dust and earth kicked up by the explosion, and a blood mist formed by the countless friendly troops still in the position being torn apart, appeared along with the violent explosion that spread rapidly.

At the same time, the blasting of the entire trench also began. Although they were not led into the traffic zone where explosives were concentrated, it was obvious that such good conditions could no longer be created.

...However, things often go against one's wishes.

When the Astra Militarum soldiers who were crouching in the communication trench and rushed towards the front position in the smoke with their monomolecular bayonets raised as soon as the explosion started approached the Chaos Space Marine, they saw his body still standing.

The originally gorgeous power armor was covered with flesh and blood. The explosion tore the armor in many places, and the high temperature melted his muscles.

But he still survived.

From the breach in the power armor, slowly emerging pink limbs and tentacles, and a rapidly recovering skin under the influence of the fel energy of the Warp, a blasphemous scene was revealed within the opponent's gorgeous shell. This was the true face of the Chaos Space Marine.

Lost contact, lost contact, lost contact.

None of the survivors of the squad that rushed into the smoke responded to the rear until the damaged Chaos Space Marine came out carrying the head of the officer in front.

Second place, third place.