"Sir, Fu Haoran they refuse to retreat."
Dantioch thought he heard wrongly.
He turned around. What came over the communicator was not a request for reinforcements, not a shortage of ammunition, but a refusal to retreat!
He was silent for several seconds, as if he had been silent for a century.
Even with Astartes's super-powerful thinking, Dantioch still can't figure it out - who gave him the courage?!
"He is crazy----cough cough cough" Because of the excitement, Dantioch coughed violently.
Iron Guard Taraschi took a step forward to help him, but he raised his hand to block it.
"Tell Fu Haoran! That's Emperor-class Titan, Omnia's Glass."
"It needs no guards because it is an army of its own."
"No one can defeat it unless we are reinforced by naval ships, tell him! No one."
Dantioch will never forget that twenty years ago in Ullanor, a Emperor-class Titan used only one shot to completely evaporate the entire Orks tribe together with their cottage.
There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a while.
Then the voice of Fu Haoran came. "Got it."
Dantioch Waiting.
There is no further text.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but found that Fu Haoran had turned off the communication.
He froze on the spot, his iron mask facing the indicator light of the communicator. After a long while, he squeezed out two words through his teeth.
"Crazy!"
Priest Jannif suddenly said, "He is crazy, but what if he wins?"
Dantioch looked at the screen and smiled bitterly, "Win? That is unless the Emperor himself stands on his side."
In the camp, Pask finally received the mission to attack.
Pask is fifty years old this year.
In the empire, not many people live to be fifty and can still drive.
Most people will not survive the first five years, those who live more than ten years will be transferred to be instructors, and those who live more than fifteen years will be properly placed by Departmento Munitorum, which usually means being sent to a rear planet for retirement.
Pask doesn't like the job of providing for the elderly.
He fought from the poor Agri-World of Kolkado to Harvest Three, and from Harvest Three to Shardenhold. Thirty years of fighting transformed him from a farm boy who couldn't walk at the sight of Chimera to the only tank commander in the entire army who had completed the Astartes transformation surgery.
The other two are Jelson and Cave.
His crew members are the only fully modified crew members in the entire overweight tank company. The average age of the three of them is over fifty years old.
He sat on the ground with his back against the poison blade's tracks, maintaining his old Laspistol.
The hand is very steady.
Thirty years ago, these hands were shaking badly when they first touched the armor plate of Chimera. Now it is as stable as two armor plates welded to the car body.
Pask couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Chimera Armored Transport when he was 17 years old.
The vehicle was in very poor condition, with repair weld marks and shallow craters all over the body.
But Pask thinks this is the most beautiful machine he has ever seen.
He breathed in the fragrance of holy oil and engine oil, and thought it was the best smell he had ever smelled in his life.
He reached out and touched the armor plate of Chimera. There was a deep groove scratched by something on it, with rust and dried engine oil embedded in the groove.
That night, Pask's brain went crazy.
He signed his name on the draft roll.
Departmento Munitorum's recruiting officer glanced at him and said, young man, you have the guts to come here at the age of seventeen.
Pask said that I am not talented, I just want to drive a tank.
The recruiting officer laughed and said that what a coincidence, what we lack most are tank soldiers.
Later Pask found out that the recruiter told everyone this. Those who wanted to fly planes were told that there was a shortage of pilots, and those who wanted to be infantry were told that there was a shortage of officers.
But he believed it then.
Mother cried all night.
My father was stunned at first, then furious, and finally silent.
The priest from the town came to work at home and said a lot of words such as "loyalty to the country" and "The Emperor blessing", so his father kicked him out.
Early the next morning, Pask carried his luggage, and his mother thrust a bag of dry food into his hand. His eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Father stood at the door without saying a word.
Pask walked out of the courtyard and looked back. His father was still standing at the door.
He turned back and continued walking.
He was seventeen years old that year, Kolkado, Private, 10th Tank Support Company, 6th Heavy Infantry Regiment, No. 0731.
He signed up to be a tank soldier, but when he arrived at the training camp, he discovered that Kolkado had no real tanks at all.
The heaviest armored unit on the entire planet is Chimera Armored Transport, and there are only three of them, and they are all second-hand.
During training, they drove the Leman Russ in the virtual cabin. After leaving the virtual cabin, they got into the three Chimeras and tinkered.
Jelson and Cave are his team.
Jelson drives, Cave is the gunner, and Pask is the commander.
Three Chimera, ten regiments, 10,000 people, he is the only commander who named the car.
Pask calls it "Hound".
Jelson said that the name is ridiculous, Pask said that you are a gunner and you know nothing about aesthetics.
When they were twenty-two years old, they fought their first battle.
at Rust Valley.
The mission is to guard the supply line behind the company commander's Leman Russ. To put it bluntly, it is to guard the gate.
They were so excited that they took turns to experience every position.
Commissar was sitting in the car, watching the three of them running back and forth between the driver's seat and the gunner's seat like monkeys, and just sneered and ignored them.
Their first mission was simple: to guard the supply line and cover the deployment of rear troops.
After that, the war became increasingly tense, but their luck was good.
Hound has been hit by a few stray bullets and has a few dents on the armor plate, but has not been seriously injured.
Pask was initially distressed about every dent. After getting off the car, he took a welding gun to repair it. While repairing it, he scolded the rebels for their poor marksmanship and lack of accuracy, which caused him to weld several more seams.
But later he found that there were more and more dents and could not be repaired, so he stopped repairing them.
A saying with high emotional intelligence is: The pit is the medal of Hound.
The term for low emotional intelligence is: numbness.
Later he changed cars.
It wasn't that he wanted to switch, but the company commander thought he was doing well and transferred him to Leman Russ.
Then Pask started to get kills.
His Leman Russ is the fastest one in the company, not because of its fast engine, but because of its fast firing.
Pask's turret rotation speed is always one beat faster than the enemy. He is immersed in the feeling of resonance with Machine Spirit, and almost never leaves the driving seat except when changing cars.
Pask began to understand the language of Machine Spirit. Every pulse of the engine, every slip of the track, and every lag of the turret servo motor were all Machine Spirit talking to him.
He learned to listen.
When the vehicle was canceled for the sixth time, all the vehicle commanders on the front fell silent.
It wasn't because of the heavy losses, it was because he single-handedly killed a company of armored units on the opposite side.
The new governor Fu Haoran personally approved his priority in selecting vehicles from the entire regiment's supply, and no one complained.
Because every time he reimbursed his car, the results he brought back were worth more than the car.
After that time, Pask was transferred to the position of commander of the overweight tank company.
The car is the only Fellblade Super-heavy Tank in the whole army.
His crew has not changed, Jelson drives, Cave gunner, and he himself is the commander.
Then, Pask gave Venomblade Tank a name that is still used today - Hound.
From Chimera to Poison Blade, the name has not changed.
He didn't go to the day of the investiture ceremony.
None of his crew went.
"Only the dead deserve this ceremony." Pask said to Commissar.
Commissar glanced at him and didn't force anything.
This year, Pask is fifty-one years old.
Pask became what Commissar calls an excellent tank commander.
Commissar became Pask's partner, and was only responsible for Pask's car crew, and did not care about other people.
Pask also calmed down, because according to Departmento Munitorum's regulations, he could be relieved of military service and go to Hive City to live a decent life as a noble.
And became a tank instructor.
When Pask was preparing to serve for another year and then return home in glory, Departmento Munitorum secretly withdrew these statements.
Pask also discovered that Venomblade Tank, who he longed for when he was young, now looks like that and is not worthy of high-intensity battles.
The Governor took him to see a row of tanks of various types and asked him to choose one as his vehicle.
Pask looked at the projected information and without hesitation chose Glaive Super-heavy Tank Destroyer, which seemed to be the largest.
Pask I remember clearly that the Governor was silent for a long time that day, and then said that the new car was not something ordinary people could drive, and that it required physical fitness far beyond ordinary people.
Pask thought that he would undergo rigorous training, so he agreed without thinking too much.
Then he discovered that he had gone to another less safe Garden World, and had been given a so-called transformation and a life extension.
As a result, when the operation was over, Pask discovered that the operation could indeed prolong life, but the side effect was that he became a Adeptus Astartes!
As for why it became Adeptus Astartes, Pask understood it when he saw Glaive Tank - this thing is too big!
Even if he becomes Space Marine, who is about 2.5 meters tall, he is like a child in front of this tank.
But Pask has no regrets, because Glaive Tank is so handsome!
The main weapon is impressively twin-mounted Volcano Cannon. This is also the most powerful anti-tank weapon in the empire's arsenal that can be seen on a vehicle of this level!
This full-size double Volcano Cannon is usually only seen on the Imperial Titan.
Pask was very satisfied with this, but Governor Fu Haoran had a strange expression at that time, as if he felt as if he had returned to before liberation.
Then he said to him with sincerity and sincerity, keep up the good work and create greater glories.
Although Pask feels that this sentence is hollow, but after getting the big baby, wherever the governor asked him to hit, Pask promises that he will never frown.
After recovering his thoughts, Pask entered the command room.
Pask rarely comes to the command room.
He didn't like this place. There was no engine sound, no smell of oil, only the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of electricity from the electronic screen.
Governor Fu Haoran is facing a holographic projection map.
"I'm not here to give you a medal." Fu Haoran stood up and walked to the holographic projection. The screen switched and the real-time scan of Emperor-class Titan Omnia's Glass appeared.
"How sure are you of destroying him?"
Facing Fu Haoran's question, Pask scratched his head. "To be honest, I'm not sure at all."
"But if you give the order, I'm willing to take a gamble."
"If it happens, I will definitely go down in the history books. It will be so embarrassing if I go out and brag, hahahaha."
"Okay, leave it to you, I will create conditions for you." Fu Haoran did not say "loyal to the Emperor".
Pask climbed onto Glaive Main Battle Tank and drove the tank to the ambush location.
The Scimitar is a tank destroyer. The main gun is fixed on the front body and can only move slightly.
This means that the places where you can ambush are very limited, and Pask knows that he has no chance of making a mistake.
At first, the atmosphere in the car was very relaxed, and everyone felt that this was just another simple annihilation operation.
Until the figure of Emperor-class Titan appeared from behind the mountain, that huge body was as high as a mountain and unreachable.
Everyone knows that just one of their destroyers cannot do anything to Emperor-class Titan.
"Pask, our one shot may not even be able to break Emperor-class Titan's Void Shield. It will take at least three shots - we may not have this chance." Gunner Cave said with an unsightly expression.
Pask doesn't understand.
"You have to believe the Governor. I heard from Tychus that the Governor sold his buttocks and slept with an old woman over 600 years old in order to buy this big baby. He has sacrificed so much. Will he fight an uncertain battle?"
When everyone heard it, it seemed like this was the case.
It's just that everyone is curious about how their Lord Governor will defeat Emperor-class Titan's Void Shield.
Pask What he didn't say was that it wasn't the governor he believed in, but the madness in the governor's eyes that said, "I know you don't believe it, but I want to try it."
He had seen this look before. Thirty years ago, he also looked at old Commissar with this look.
At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled slightly.
It's not an earthquake.
It's the sound of footsteps.
Emperor-class Titan's footsteps.
Every step hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. The water glass in the car began to shake, and the pointer on the dashboard jumped slightly. On the mountain in the distance, gravel fell down.
Cave The smile on his face disappeared.
Jelson stopped wiping the wrench.
Pask took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the joystick.
He looked out the window. The steel mountain peak was getting closer and closer, and the cold white light of Volcano Cannon was looming under the clouds.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." He patted the console, "Check the weapon system.
"Yes, head."
The car fell into silence, except for the low roar of the engine and the sound of footsteps getting closer in the distance.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for Fu Haoran to create a miracle.
Or, wait for death.
The top of the ruins in the distance.
Fu Haoran looked at Emperor-class Titan who appeared in the field of vision.
Tychus stood next to him, holding Cigar in his mouth, with a look of despair on his face. "Boss, if you are really not sure, you still have time to run away now, there is no shame in it."
Fu Haoran looked at him with disgust. "I have been preparing for this battle for almost three years. If I don't try it, I will regret it for the rest of my life."