mtl008 Chapter 123 Astartes Red Front
Chapter 123 Astartes Red Front
“Ding..Ding..Ding…”
Lin Heng calmed the fart spirits down and then walked towards the wooden house. Although he didn't know the other party's identity, he was sure that they were from the Empire.
And being able to talk is a good thing. At least once they communicate, the other party can realize that they are of the same race.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Metal collided, the ground shook, and the closer you got to the wooden house, the more you could feel the opponent's power.
By the time Lin Heng reached the door, the knocking sounds were almost as loud as the sounds of artillery firing on the battlefield.
The towering giant glanced at Lin Heng, and his puzzled expression became more and more obvious.
Lin Heng was more and more shocked by the other person's figure. It didn't seem so scary from a distance, but when he was standing next to him.
Lin Heng felt unsure when he realized that he was not even as tall as the other person's legs, and he couldn't even see the object being hit on the iron felt.
Various weapons were hung on the surrounding walls, including swords as tall as a person and war hammers wider than Lin Heng's.
Although it is a bit dim, the original color can still be seen. It is a green and gold shoulder armor.
That's it.
Lin Heng was immediately attracted to it because he had also seen equipment of this color in his previous illusion.
Then the identity of this person must be Vulkan in the illusion, the warrior who bravely fought against the giant orc.
"Vulcan!" Lin Heng shouted at the top of his voice.
"Ding..."
The giant stopped and raised his head as if thinking about the meaning of the name.
"Are you calling me? It's a familiar name, but I have forgotten so much about it.
Do you know me? Can you tell me about my past? "
The giant's voice was like thunder. Although it was a bit deafening to Lin Heng's ears, he could feel that the other party had tried his best to keep the sound down.
"That's right! Your name is Vulkan. Have you forgotten your past?"
Vulkan remained motionless, as if he was trapped in some eternal silence.
"Um... do you remember the Hive World? The Astra Militarum? The Adeptus Adeptus Mechanicus? The Sisters of Silence? The Academy of Psionics?"
Lin Heng called out the representative names, thinking that the other party might remember a certain organization. But the only result he got was a constant shaking of the head.
"Tsk, I finally met a human being, but why is he still amnesiac? What on earth did this guy go through?
Um...do you remember the psychic? The rebels? The cult? Ya...ya...right! Terra!" Lin Heng gave another example.
"Tyra?"
Vulcan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly repeated it. Lin Heng nodded immediately and said excitedly:
"Terra! Yes, do you have any impression?"
Vulkan lowered his head, stroked the war hammer in his hand and said slowly:
"Astartes."
"Astartes? Oh!"
Lin Heng quickly opened the "Imperial Handbook" and found information about Astartes.
[The Adeptus Astartes, the most powerful Space Marines in the Imperium, are very different from ordinary soldiers because they are the most powerful.
One hundred Astartes can sweep across any world! One thousand Astartes can conquer a star system.
When ten thousand Astartes gather together, any enemy will regret making an enemy of them. 】
Lin Heng had never seen Astartes in person, but through communication with other officers, he knew a lot about the situation.
He was wearing an absolutely solid ceramic steel power armor and holding a bolter that no mortal could suppress.
Possessing special equipment that no other Astra Militarum Army has, they can be said to be a special forces unit among special forces.
But their average height is between 2.1 and 3 meters. How can anyone be as tall as you?
"So you are a member of the Astartes?" Lin Heng asked.
Vulkan shook his head and said:
"I forgot, but it's very familiar... You also make me feel familiar, as if you and I have known each other for ten thousand years."
After Vulkan finished speaking, he picked up the hammer and continued hammering.
"Ah? We just met. How is that possible?"
"But you are not the one I am waiting for. Don't bother me and go away." Vulkan said.
Lin Heng thought to himself, I am a time traveler, let alone ten thousand years, I have only seen you for less than a day, what nonsense are you talking about.
Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk anymore, Lin Heng, who was suffering from earache, tactfully left the wooden house. The fart spirits on the grass slope quickly stood up and motioned Lin Heng to hurry over.
"Terra, ah, Terra, at this rate, I will never be able to go there."
Guru and the political commissar hurried over and asked Lin Heng what had happened inside.
Lin Heng shrugged and said, "There's nothing much to say. Just don't get close to the orcs. They won't be of much help to me."
The fart spirits sighed, it seemed that they were not going to have any luck anymore.
"Comrades, don't lose heart. Great projects require long-term efforts! If a small test can defeat you,
There is no need to think about releasing all the farts. Stand up and encourage yourself. We still have a lot to do!"
The fart commissar shouted. Then he discussed future actions with Lin Heng.
Lin Heng thought to himself that he had been running around all the time. He had thought that he would be able to stay stable in the military camp until he could go to Terra, but something like this happened.
I was targeted by orcs without knowing why, but was saved by fart spirits. It's a pity that the technology level of this orc world is too low.
There is no ship that can go to Terra. I thought I could meet a great person, but it turns out that he is great, but his brain is really problematic.
It seems that my future is bleak again.
"Forget it, when has my future ever been clear?" Lin Heng said to himself.
"Comrade! Don't lose heart! The future is created by one's own struggle. No creature can give other creatures a so-called mission.
You are the master of your own life. You are not a vassal of any other creature. If you don't understand this world, then go explore it.
If you love this world, then you will burn your life and work harder to give back to your people.
I can't choose my birth, but I can decide what I want to do! If you have the ability, you can change what you don't like.
Don't sit here and feel sorry for yourself, cheer up, comrade! "
The fart-faced political commissar said this and took out the polished, shiny red star.
Lin Heng looked at it helplessly and smiled. He didn't expect that he would be taught a lesson by a little bitch. If Rutherford, Montgomery and others knew about this, they would be laughed to death.
"Thank you, Comrade Political Commissar, I will try my best!"
"Great, so what do we do next?"
Lin Heng looked at the starry sky under the night sky, thinking of those friends who were hard to meet, and said firmly:
"Work hard to improve yourself, and let's set off for the galaxy!"
...
"Is everything ready?" a green human asked the fart spirit.
"There are a total of 17 rifles. Although they are not very powerful, these fart spirits are all sharpshooters carefully selected by me." The Fart Spirit Political Commissar replied.
"Tutu rifle? That's what you call a rapid-fire rifle?"
"Well, that's what the orcs say. Tutu, big tutu, the biggest tutu! Chop, chop, big chop, hard chop."
Lin Heng felt that this was consistent with the orcs, after all, their writing was expressed in pictures.
Excerpts from the Orcish language. It is recommended not to study it in depth, lest you become
After all, no matter how complicated the description is, they probably won’t be able to understand it.
"Okay, watch my gesture." Lin Heng stood up and began to move forward pretending to be a stupid orc.
There were seven or eight wild orcs gathered in front of him. Judging from their appearance, they were probably working as "woodcutter" for a certain tribe.
"Hey! There's a group of fart spirits trying to reflect the sun! They're trying to fool me, so I'll skin them alive!" Lin Heng shouted.
"Still twisting this knot? The horse can kill them!"
Immediately, several brainless orcs followed Lin Heng to the woods, completely unaware that someone was taking advantage of their stupidity.
"Da da da da da."
"Ah! Ah! My Yan Jing!"
“Ahh! I can’t see! I can’t see!”
When the gunshots rang out, one orc shouted and all the orcs followed suit.
Lin Heng swung his axe and chopped one of the orcs in the head with a "crack".
When the other orcs saw that they were being shot, they waved their weapons around blindly and hit other orcs, thinking they had hit the enemy.
As a result, the orcs started fighting among themselves without Lin Heng having to do anything. And what made Lin Heng feel that the orcs were really brainless was this.
There was an orc who was not hit in the eyes, and he rolled on the ground with his eyes covered.
When Lin Heng lifted the other person's arm and asked, "Why are you rolling around?" the other person shyly said:
"Oh...I...I think I was also beaten by Yan Jing."
Lin Heng was speechless, not understanding how this creature could beat the Star Army so badly. Then he gave it an electric shock.
【力量：915 反应：316 五感：194+2 抗性：500 恢复：498+1 能量：1720+12】
"Fuck! But luckily the orcs have no upper limit!"
Lin Heng settled in the orc world and started his life with a group of fart elves with lofty ideals.
One kilometer away from Vulcan, everyone began to establish the first red base of the Revolutionary Committee on the planet.
Lin Heng rode on Squig and used the orcs' teeth to buy a lot of tools, and those fart spirits started to engage in their own business.
Although, the work is not much different from before, growing mushrooms, cutting down trees, and raising squiggles.
But this time, they were not forced to work by the orcs. They were working for themselves.
Lin Heng also borrowed from a certain three eights policy and divided the day into three parts.
One third of the time is spent working, one third is spent sleeping, and the remaining one third is left for your own entertainment.
In response to this, Political Commissar Fart gave high praise and said that Lin Heng was definitely a friend of the Galaxy.
Such a brilliant idea was so in line with the spirit of the Red Army that it was even announced on the spot that Lin Heng would be the Chairman of the Military Commission of the Revolutionary Committee.
The job is obvious: hunt mutant squiggles and slash orcs.
So within two months, the fart spirits gradually built up their own base from scratch.
This is an excerpt from online information. It is not my own creation. At most, it makes it more authentic.
A huge tree house was built in the jungle, and under the trees were places where a dozen Squiggs were kept in captivity.
After the orcs hunted by Lin Heng were buried in the soil, mushrooms for them to eat soon grew all over the ground.
The fart spirits that grew out of the ground accepted the speech of the fart spirit political commissar from the beginning and integrated into this big family very smoothly.
During this period, Lin Heng continued to improve his fighting skills.
At the same time, at one end of the horizon, a black guy was staring at him in confusion.
There is information on the Internet, you can check it yourself. This picture is selected from a certain website (search for Orc Clan)