Except Mid-Hive, Honeycomb Building.
Marcus has been blocking here for almost a day.
Let alone breaking into the building, he didn't even touch the door.
Seven Armored Vehicles were blown to pieces, more than a hundred people were folded in front of the building, and the remaining soldiers were all lying behind the bunker, each one more scared than the last!
What drove him crazy the most was, what lunatic would build a residential building as a fortress?
Plasteel The entire building was covered with baffles, with gun muzzles sticking out of the windows on every floor, and the shooting holes were as dense as a hornet's nest.
What's even more outrageous is that Void Shield was placed in the building!
The opponent relied on Void Shield to be confident, and the cold shots never stopped.
"Damn... is this a residential building?" Marcus gritted his teeth and spit blood.
The adjutant huddled next to him, his face covered with bloody scabs, his head buried low, and he did not dare to say a word.
Marcus glanced at the communicator.
Valerius There is still no news from Brigadier General.
Marcus looked up at the more than 100-story building in front of him, feeling in a dilemma.
He has lost the bridge.
If Valerius cannot take over this building again, he will personally throw him into space as garbage when he comes back.
The communicator suddenly rang.
Marcus grabbed it, thinking it was good news.
"Marcus! Bring your people back to rescue Upper Hive immediately! We are under attack!"
The roar on the other end of the communication line made his ears numb.
Marcus was stunned. "How many people?"
"... Not much, one tank and a few infantry."
Marcus instantly realized something was wrong.
One tank? Can the nobles of Upper Hive be so anxious?
"What type of tank?"
"I don't know, it's not Leman Russ, it's a very big tank!"
Marcus was silent for three seconds.
It can be called a very large tank. First of all, if we exclude Leman Russ, then there is only one super heavy tank left.
Marcus deliberately took the communicator far away and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I know! The firefight here has been delayed! I will organize people to return to the rescue immediately!"
After saying that, he immediately cut off the communication.
The adjutant looked confused. "Sir, do we really want to go back?"
"What the hell!" Marcus scolded angrily, "That must be a poison blade! This kind of powerful weapon is extremely rare in Astra Militarum. It's normal that those idiots don't know it, but I know it!"
"That is Astra Militarum's most powerful armored vehicle. What are we going to do with this little firepower? Just scratching people's itch!"
He leaned against the Armored Vehicle wreckage, his mind spinning rapidly.
If you come back to help, you will die. If you don't come back, you will die if Valerius comes back.
The only way to survive is to run.
"Pack your things, take the remaining people with you, and retreat!" Marcus ordered through gritted teeth, "Go to Second Hive City, leave the green hills behind, don't worry about running out of firewood!"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly and crawled to the ground to deliver the order.
In less than ten minutes, Marcus led the remnants of his troops and withdrew from the position in dejection, disappearing into the alleyway of Mid-Hive.
Upper Hive, The nobles gathered in the noble hall.
The crystal chandelier was dazzlingly bright, and the long table was filled with champagne and cold cuts.
A dozen rebel nobles held up wine glasses, their faces flushed.
"Okay! Well done!" The fat baron slammed the table, "We've captured the arsenal! The Government Affairs Office is on the way too!"
"Fu Haoran That kid is a joke!" Another noble sneered and took a sip of champagne. "If you bring dozens of people to join a gang, I'm afraid they will have been fed to void worms."
"When Brigadier Valerius's Lunar-class Cruiser comes back, we still have the final say over the entire Hive City!"
Everyone burst into laughter and raised their glasses, convinced that victory was within easy reach.
At this moment, a guard rushed in, his face pale. "Sir! It's bad! The main road has been cut off!"
The leader of the Duke's face sank. "Why are you panicking? How many people are there?"
"Just... just one Venomblade Tank! Dozens of infantry!"
The laughter in the room stopped instantly.
The wine glass in the Duke's hand hit the table with a clang. "What did you say? Poison blade? Where did he get the poison blade?!"
No one answered him.
On the main road, Fu Haoran was sitting in the commander's seat of Venomblade Tank, tapping the tactical panel with his fingertips.
The location he chose happened to be at the intersection of three supply lines. Any noble private army that wanted to return to support Upper Hive had to pass through here.
This is their only way out.
This is Fu Haoran's plan to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao.
"Although I can't be a fire brigade, I can trade with you."
Under the command of Fu Haoran, the huge body of the Poison Blade slowly moved forward.
The cars on the roadside were directly crushed into discus by the tracks, the street light poles were broken like matchsticks, and the glass curtain walls of the street buildings were shattered into pieces, and the fragments fell like rain.
The scout's voice came from the communicator. "Governor, the first wave of reinforcements has arrived."
"Five Chimera, two Leman Russ."
Fu Haoran glanced at the screen and ordered, "If conditions permit, fire immediately."
Two minutes later, the convoy of the noble private army appeared at the street corner.
Chimera Armored Transport, who was rushing at the front, saw the poison blade and slammed on the brakes.
It's too late.
As soon as Poison Blade's Demolisher Cannon was fired into the soul, the Chimera exploded into a fireball. The soldiers in the car were thrown away and fell to the street.
The Leman Russ Tank behind tried to fight back, but just as the gun barrels turned around, several of the Poison Blade's cannons opened fire at the same time.
The first Leman Russ was hit on the side, the armor was torn open, the ammunition exploded, and the turret flew out for more than ten meters.
Before the second vehicle had time to fire, it was beaten into pieces by Twin-linked Heavy Bolter.
The remaining Chimeras turned around and ran away. The Heavy Bolters from the Poison Blade chased after them, and one after another they were blown up into scrap metal.
The whole journey takes less than two minutes.
The double Heavy Bolters on both sides of the car roared simultaneously, and the soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the explosion were instantly beaten into blood mist.
In the command headquarters, the nobles' faces turned green when they looked at the pictures transmitted back.
"Trash! It's all trash!" A nobleman kicked over the table and shouted an order, "Let the 3rd and 5th Armored Corps return for reinforcements! I must blow up that Iron Bastard!"
Twelve more Chimera armored personnel carriers received the order and rushed towards the main road in a hurry.
The leading commander looked at the Poison Blade in the distance, still muttering in his mind: Isn't it just a tank? No matter how powerful it is, can it withstand the concentrated fire of twelve Armored Vehicles?
Obviously, the commander did not know Venomblade Tank.
The commander saw the opportunity and ordered, "Las-cannon set fire on all vehicles! Hit me!"
More than a dozen red Laser beams were shot out at the same time, accurately hitting the front armor of the poison blade.
But when the smoke and dust dispersed, not even a single scorch mark was left on the Poison Blade's armor.
The commander's face instantly turned pale.
The next second, the Poison Blade's turret turned around.
Boom!
Demolisher Cannon fired again, and the leader Chimera Armored Vehicle was directly penetrated by the shot and exploded into a fireball in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the 11 guns of the Poison Blade roared simultaneously.
The main battery bombards Armored Vehicle, the secondary battery sweeps infantry, and Heavy Bolter suppresses bunkers.
The entire main road instantly turned into a meat grinder.
There was deathly silence in the headquarters.
Everyone looked at the burning main road on the screen and trembled all over.
"Negotiate! Hurry! Negotiate with Fu Haoran!" A nobleman suddenly roared, "We give up the Government Affairs Office! We surrender!"
I dialed out the call, rang for a long time, and was immediately hung up.
Fu Haoran doesn't talk to them at all.
Since they have overturned the table, let's beat them to death.
The poison blade is still parked in the middle of the main road. If any private army dares to approach, it will be covered by a round of fire.
During this period, a private army of nobles wanted to take a detour to return reinforcements. As soon as they got into the alleyway, they triggered the Melta Bomb that had been buried in advance by Fu Haoran, and they were blown up.
All escape routes are blocked.
The nobles in the headquarters have gone completely crazy.
The troops they sent out never came back.
Requests for help from various strongholds poured in like snowflakes.
"Where is Valerius?! Where is his fleet?!" The Duke shouted with red eyes, grabbing the communicator, "Let him come back immediately! One shot of Macro-cannon can blast that iron bastard into slag!"
On the other end of the communicator, the operator responsible for monitoring the space had a trembling voice. "Sir... your lord... Commodore Valerius's ship... is back."
The Duke instantly breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on his chair, "Great! Let him fire immediately! Blast Fu Haoran into ashes for me!"
"But... it was dragged back."
This sentence struck everyone on the head like a thunder.
Everyone rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked up at the low-Earth orbit of Hive City.
In the dark space, the Lunar-class Cruiser, which they had waited for countless times, was slowly entering a synchronous orbit.
The hull of the ship was tilted severely, the Macro-cannon array on the side was still emitting black smoke, the bridge was blown beyond recognition, and the Void Shield Generator was completely offline, like a steel corpse floating in space.
And what is pulling it is Fu Haoran, the "little broken ship" in their eyes - Cobra Destroyer.
The light blue tractor beam locked onto Lunar-class Cruiser, and slowly drove into the air control range of Hive City like it was dragging a trophy.
The sky is falling.
The nobles in the room were all ashen-faced.
The fat baron's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground. The champagne spilled all over him and the cup rolled under the table.
The Duke was holding on to the window sill, digging his nails into the solid wood, staring at the floating body in the sky, speechless.
The reinforcements they had been waiting for for a long time had already become their spoils of war.
Their assured victory was a joke from the beginning.