Chapter 382 Now I Have No Choice but to Charge Forward
The White Scars' motorcycle team rushed down the wall, adjusted the direction of the motorcycle before crashing into the ground, jumped up from the wall and smashed the ground with the thick tires of the motorcycle.
Bang!
The huge sound echoed in the passage, and Korsaro Khan laughed and said to Lin Fan: "How about it, uncle, I drive this motorcycle well, right?"
Lin Fan felt that his butt was even more uncomfortable, he pulled a smile and replied to Korsaro Khan, "You drive as badly as your father."
"Woo! Great!" Korsaro didn't hear Lin Fan's teasing, his ears only caught Chagatai's information.
"Sir! Biological signals detected ahead!" Rebecca reminded everyone.
The soldiers stared at the situation ahead with their eyepieces, their fingers hanging on the trigger, ready to shoot with the two grenade launchers on the front of the battle motorcycle at any time.
The light of the battle motorcycle shot into the depths of the passage, and there was a little reflection at the dark end.
"Fire!" Korsaro Khan could already see the outline of the unknown creature from the auspicious instrument. He pulled the trigger and let the battle motorcycle pour out firepower.
Huge bombs flew over, releasing flames in the explosion sound. The Space Marines quickly captured this moment through their vision and saw clearly what the enemy looked like.
A group of reflection warriors, but the mutations on their bodies were more serious. The helmets were propped up by the flesh and blood, like branches with fruits hanging on them.
The limbs were extended, and the flesh and blood were tied up like silk threads into hemp ropes. The exposed flesh was covered with slender and round eyes, which did not look like something from the same species.
The flesh and blood on their bodies were blown apart by the bombs, and the splashed flesh and bones stuck to the ground and walls, but the separated flesh had not died yet, but quickly grew limbs like legs.
It was like a piece of chopped pork with cockroach and centipede legs. The rustling sound of the feet and the twitching of the flesh made anyone feel numb.
Yingyang even wanted to turn off her observation screen. This thing was too disgusting.
And the blue skin and gray-blue and dark purple internal organs mixed in it, she didn't want to think about how these things were produced.
"That's right! The things made by that bastard are always so disgusting!" Lin Fan also saw it, and he was holding a long-range pulse gun and shooting.
Although it is not good to use alien weapons, these things are really easy to use. The armor of the Space Marines can't stop the shooting of the Tau Army pulse rifle.
The long-range pulse and railgun can even smash the Space Marines. It's a pity that this thing is too high in maintenance. It requires metal ammunition and energy batteries, and rare alloys as the converter shell of the plasma group to prevent the high-energy plasma group from exploding.
And using this thing requires a little cultural knowledge. If you are not well educated, you can't use it at all.
The troops in the next position of the 37th Regiment were recruited from the Savage and Knight Worlds. The political commissars and mechanical priests of the regiment had to waste a lot of time every day on the maintenance of weapons. According to Political Commissar Kane, their regiment political commissars were often angry with the soldiers and went to the field hospital, and the mechanical priests had to shoot several idiots who blasphemed the machine soul every day.
The plasma group shot by the long-range pulse gun was not as powerful as the plasma used by the imperial troops. It would not produce obvious explosions when hitting the enemy, but it had stronger penetration.
A thin blue line was dragged out by the plasma map, and the bullet sank into the body of the reflection warrior, penetrating heavy obstacles until the energy completely disappeared.
There were traces of burning and melting on the penetrated wound, and some blue sparks burst out from time to time. The smell of ions and burning flesh mixed together, making the smell in the passage even more strange.
But the reflections would not passively accept the attack. They held the rotating ion cannon in their arms and stretched out the muzzle of the gun, just like those annihilation virus infected people seen in the world of Landes.
Blue fire and black light spraying blood and blasphemy lit up at the end of the passage, and bullets from various weapons rushed towards Lin Fan and his men.
Korsaro Khan quickly used his experience to analyze the danger of the incoming weapons. This dense rain of bullets could not be avoided by dodging.
Even if the Space Marines would not let the enemy have a chance to hit their bodies, they would not hesitate to use their bodies as shields for their comrades when needed.
The White Scars and Korsaro Khan moved in unison. They lowered their bodies to avoid the most dangerous attacks and let other attacks with weaker power fall on the heavy armor.
There were different damages on the armor, some of which were fine scratches, as if a stone had wiped off the paint on the armor.
Some were shallow pits with a broken bullet embedded in them. Other warriors shook their bodies, and when they recovered, their armor was like being hit by a heavy hammer, with huge dents and cracks around it.
The soldiers looked miserable, but none of them had any serious wounds. Occasionally, a few bullets penetrated through the weak points of the armor, and the wounds caused would be repaired by the powerful self-healing ability of the Space Marines.
"For the Khan! For the Khan!" The White Scars' motorcycles finally rolled into the enemy camp. Their heavy tires were very rough, crushing the severely mutated bodies of the Reflection Warriors like a grinder.
But how long can this situation last?
They crushed hundreds of meters of flesh and rushed to the present with the power of the motorcycle, but the flesh and blood mixed into the mechanical structure made the machine soul release a heavy sound that could not bear the burden.
These flesh and blood were connected and entangled with each other, hardened and stacked in the mechanical structure again and again, and finally made the speed of the combat motorcycle slower and slower.
"Uncle! Let's go!" Kosaro hugged Lin Fan's legs with both hands and jumped off the motorcycle. But what Lin Fan wanted to say was that you don't have to hold his legs, he can get down by himself.
Khan and the White Scars used scimitars and bullets to clear a relatively clean ground. There were large pieces of broken meat on their damaged armor that were still beating slowly.
"It seems that we have to rely on our legs to trample a way out." Lin Fan jumped off Khan's backpack, rubbed his buttocks, and took the "eighty" thrown by Diliya.
Lin Fan rushed forward with a sledgehammer, and the White Scars beside him were unwilling to fall behind his uncle. The scimitars in his hands danced quickly, clearing the reflection warriors with slashes and heavy blows.
Delia turned off the rocket engine and fell to the ground, crushing a reflection. The heavy arc gun mounted on her shoulder fired, detonating the enemy from the inside out, leaving a pile of dust.
What Guilliman saw when he woke up