nycdaug Chapter 675: Arms Exhibition and Agreement Launch
Chapter 675: Arms Exhibition and Agreement Launch
Chapter 675: Arms Exhibition and Agreement Launch
Ever since he fought the old Sigismund to a 1:1 draw in a one-on-one duel, Fu Qinghai's understanding of cold weapon combat has undergone profound changes and realizations. After that, when he looks at any other Space Marine, he has the same feeling:
A bunch of country chickens and clay dogs are no match for me.
They and I are no longer in the same realm!
After defeating all the Space Marines from other chapters present, Fu Qinghai patted his butt and went back to the Rectification to sleep, leaving the White Scars Chapter's Chief Storm Prophet Bao Shulige to clean up the mess and heal the injured Space Marines.
Fu Qinghai was not very interested in honorary titles such as "Khuriltai Champion". He was already a Chapter Master, and his position emphasized battlefield command ability rather than personal combat ability. This kind of combat championship title should actually be left to the young Space Marines under his command.
Moreover, he was the first to propose the "Khuriltai Congress". He was more concerned about whether this grand event could produce the effect he expected - to reconnect the loose groups, rather than personally competing for the championship title in a certain congress. It's like, if you are already the founder of the Olympics, would you still care about how many medals you have won?
Fu Qinghai was just itching to find a few people to beat up. At the same time, according to the original plan, he also wanted to give these sub-groups a warning so that he could lead the reorganized Fifth Army smoothly. After all, personal combat power is also an aspect of comprehensive ability, and compared with command ability, personal combat power is more intuitive and easier to measure.
……
The next morning, Horqin grassland.
It was the same meadow and tents as yesterday.
The mess left by the mass fight last night had already been cleaned up by the Chapter's servants, and the meeting place was clean and tidy again. The Chapter Legions of each sub-group appeared here again, the purple and black bruises on their faces had disappeared, and the dislocated limbs had returned to their original positions. The Space Marines' powerful self-healing ability saved their remaining dignity.
"call……"
Fu Qinghai blew away the foam in the teacup.
Sitting cross-legged on a cushion leisurely.
The prairie air is cool and pleasant in the early morning.
The Space Marines around were all silent.
More than 50 people surrounded and beat one person, and they didn't even finish the fight. It was embarrassing to think about it. At this moment, they didn't even want to continue this century-old event. They just wanted to leave here quickly and return to their own base, just as if nothing had happened.
Storm Prophet Baoshu Lige sat beside them, leaning on his staff and smiling, without saying anything. Seeing that everyone was present, Fu Qinghai drank a sip of milk tea and did not mention the fight last night. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and instructed the communicator on his neck armor:
"Bring everything here."
After saying that, he continued to taste the salty milk tea.
The captains didn't know what he was up to, so they looked at each other. Suddenly, Lehman's ears caught the faint sound of air whistling outside the tent, which seemed to be mixed with the roar of the engine, and the sound was getting closer and closer.
The whistling sound and the noise of the engine were getting closer and closer, as if something was flying close to the ground. The tent began to sway slightly, and the thick fur curtain was lifted by the wind outside, allowing more airflow and louder noise to come in.
As descendants of the White Scars, these Space Marines with rich experience in driving could tell from the sound that this was not the sound of any military aircraft currently in service in the human empire. It was not the Land Speeder or the Javelin Assault Boat. Could it be...
One of the captains looked up suddenly, as if thinking about something. Another captain could not help but stood up, opened the thick leather tent, and turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.
"Jetbike!?"
cried Targujin Khan in surprise.
"What? Really?"
A company commander next to him stood up quickly.
"So the legend is not false?"
The Marauder Captain stared straight at Fu Qinghai:
"Does the Iron Pagoda Regiment really have jet bikes?"
Fu Qinghai smiled and took a sip of milk tea.
He put down the teacup and pointed outside the curtain:
"Seeing is believing, you can go and see for yourself."
All the Space Marines rushed out of the tent.
Outside the white tent, the cavalry brigade was flying close to the ground in an arrowhead formation on jet motorcycles. They showed off their exquisite control skills: pulling up the handlebars, they suddenly climbed up into the blue sky, and then they did a barrel roll and dived. No matter what fancy maneuvers they performed, the entire company formation remained neat and uniform.
This is naked show of skill.
Many Space Marines stared with wide eyes.
Fu Qinghai lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, holding a cup of milk tea in one hand and waving the other hand.
After receiving the order, the captain of the cavalry battalion led his cavalry to fly in a circle in the air towards the entrance of the big tent, and then braked suddenly to a stop. Many jet motorcycle cavalry followed closely and braked to hover at the entrance of the tent. The captain did not wait for the motorcycle to stop completely, but turned over gracefully and landed steadily, then faced the commander Fu Qinghai, knelt on one knee and saluted with chest beating:
"Khan!"
"Spring Breeze jetbike."
Fu Qinghai pointed at the motorcycle and turned to several regiment leaders:
"One of the 'divine machines' I forged."
There was a sound of rapid breathing at the door of the tent.
"You said so."
The Destroyer Chapter Master stared at him intently:
"Gene seed? Anyone's will do?"
"Yes, my promise stands."
Fu Qinghai nodded solemnly:
"Three gene-seeds and a jetbike."
"Tusgalkin!"
The Chapter Master turned and called to his Aide-de-camp:
"Go get all the traitor gene-seed!"
"Haha, no hurry, no hurry, there's more."
Fu Qinghai smiled and looked into the distance and said:
"There are still many, many 'magic machines' that have not been shown."
“Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah…”
There was a thunderous sound of wind pressure overhead.
Countless inter-orbital landers began to descend to the surface and opened their hatches. The cabins were filled with a wide variety of weapons and equipment: pulse bolters, Fat Man launchers, double-barreled melta cannons, missile launchers... and corresponding special ammunition: miniature nuclear bombs, artificial monster blood, multi-stage intelligent steady-speed missiles... The arms were like goods filling the shelves in a supermarket.
“Welcome to Phaeton Specialty Supermarket.”
Fu Qinghai turned around and opened his arms to the crowd:
"Well made, solid materials. Feel free to choose and test. Reasonable price, no cheating. Also, only gene seeds are accepted as the only form of payment."
At Fu Qinghai's signal, the space warriors walked into the inter-orbital lander, picked up the weapons and began to examine them. They were like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, dazzled by all the equipment they had never seen before. Then they came to the temporary shooting range to conduct power tests.
During the inter-cycle period, all the forge workshops in the Phaeton Foundry World had been working overtime and running at full speed, producing weapons and equipment far exceeding the needs of the warband, as well as the corresponding ammunition, just to trade at the Khuriltai Assembly. The Storm Knights were an unexpected gain, and they also absorbed a large part of the weapons and ammunition.
Since Abaddon's first Black Crusade opened the path from the Eye of Terror to the real universe, more and more Chaos Space Marines have begun to try to sneak out of the Eye of Terror and come to the Empire to plunder and plunder everything they need. These scattered Chaos warbands are not as large as the Black Legion, but they are more difficult to guard against.
After these small groups of Chaos Space Marines fled to various places within the Empire, it was inevitable that the Loyal Space Marines would be mobilized to encircle and suppress them, so the White Scars and their descendants had no shortage of opportunities to come into contact with Chaos Space Marines. They always remembered the agreement passed down thousands of years ago, that after killing Chaos Space Marines, they would also take away their gene seeds.
Now, these traitor gene seeds that have been accumulated for hundreds of years have finally come to the time to cash out.
Boltguns with greater penetrating power than heavy bolters, melta cannons that spew out absurdly hot blue flames, grenade launchers that can fire miniature nuclear bombs, missile launchers that can hit outer space with a single shot... after being tested, these new weapons have impressed many Space Marine officers.
He only regretted that he had not killed enough Chaos Space Marines and did not have enough gene-seeds to trade.
The chapter leaders picked and chose among various weapons, matching them according to their actual needs. At the same time, they also silently arranged and combined them in their minds, calculating the best arms package that could be exchanged for the gene seeds they possessed.
“This transaction must be kept strictly confidential.”
Fu Qinghai did not forget to remind them:
"We can't let the Adeptus Mechanicus know that we are conducting unblessed and unauthorized weapons research and development, nor can we let the Inquisition know that we are trading with the gene seeds of the traitors. If these two things are made public, it will cause great trouble."
"understand."
The chapter leaders nodded in agreement.
In front of a jet bike, heresy is not a thing. Who is the Holy Inquisition? What does Om Messiah have to do with me? Let's just race. Racing is everything.
Suddenly, the whole grassland was filled with the sound of engines blasting and gunfire. The Space Marines scrambled to test ride the jet bikes and laughed wildly, "Ga-ga-ga", while feeling the powerful force of the new weapons and enjoying it completely.
The warband leaders of the five sub-regiments, the Plunderers, the Destroyers, the Berserkers, the Storm Lords and the Solar Eagles, were busy selecting their favorite weapons in the makeshift equipment display area. Fu Qinghai quietly pulled aside the warband leader of the mother regiment, the White Scars, Manduratu Khan, and the think tank leader, Baoshu Lig.
Then he said to the two of them directly:
"I want to wake up Ogedei Mannut."
"Do you want to wake up Ogedei Nayan Khan?"
Bao Shulige frowned and said:
"If there are no special circumstances, there is no need to wake up the Dreadnought from the stasis field. This will..."
“Now is a special situation.”
Fu Qinghai nodded and interrupted with certainty.
"What special situation?"
Mandulatu Khan asked seriously:
"Have you found any clues about the Khan's whereabouts?"
“I didn’t find that.”
Fu Qinghai shook his head and explained:
"I want to activate the Golden Account Protocol."
"hiss……"
Mandulatu and Baoshulige couldn't help but gasp when they heard this - it would have been fine if Qingshan Khan didn't come to attend the kurultai, but as soon as he came to attend the meeting, he wanted to activate the Golden Horde Agreement?
"What happened?"
Mandulatu asked eagerly.
"There's going to be a war."
Fu Qinghai did not explain in too much detail:
"A great battle, a hard one. The scope is too great for a single Astartes Chapter to handle alone. We must regroup as a Legion, and it is time."
"and many more."
Bao Shulige suddenly thought of something:
"You were the one who proposed the Golden Horde Agreement and the Khuriltai a thousand years ago. Then you disappeared for a thousand years. The first thing you did after your return was to activate the Golden Horde Agreement... So, you thought of it a thousand years ago, right? You predicted that there would be a war a thousand years ago?"
The Chief Storm Seer did react quickly.
Soon I discovered the clues.
"You are very smart, Baoshu Lige."
Fu Qinghai looked at him approvingly:
"This is indeed one of my layouts."
"so."
Fu Qinghai continued to persuade and said:
"I should be the temporary Chapter Master of the reorganized Fifth Legion and lead the entire White Scars Legion, because only I know what is happening in the distance and who the enemy we are facing is. This makes sense, right?"
"So you beat them all up yesterday to establish your prestige. So you brought a large amount of weapons and ammunition to enhance your combat power. So you want to wake up the only dreadnought mecha of the White Scars from its slumber to endorse your actions..."
Bao Shu Lige stared at Fu Qinghai and said in a deep voice:
"Everything is as you planned, Khan."
"Yes, that's it."
Fu Qinghai admitted frankly:
"But one thing you said is not quite accurate. I want to wake up Ogedei Mannut not just to let him endorse my actions. In fact, I am confident that I can lead the entire Fifth Legion without his support. I want to wake him up more because of a verbal promise I made that year."
"So what happened?"
Mandulatu is more concerned about this issue:
"What kind of enemy would require an Astartes Legion to deal with? A Daemon Primarch? The Dark Eldar?"
There may be more than one Legiones Astartes...
Fu Qinghai shook his head in his heart and said:
"Orcs."
"Orc?"
Mandulatu and Baoshulige exclaimed in unison.
There was disbelief in their voices.
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(End of this chapter)