Chapter 155, I saw it
Space Marines are not invincible, there are too many strange and scary things in this universe.
In fact, if those greenskins were more strategic, especially the leader Flesh Tear, who did not take the lead and was so impatient to come down, but instead continuously sent killing cans to bring down ordinary greenskin guys or even fart spirits, consume ammunition, and make a way, and finally Flesh Tear led enough people to make the final blow, then the final fate of Martins and others might be annihilation.
The root cause is that the number of Space Marines is too small, and their weapons and equipment are too light infantry-like. If they had melta guns and plasma guns, or even more heavy bolters and micro-melta bombs, or replaced their battle blades and chainswords with power weapons...
Maybe the battle will be easier and less costly.
The two lost Space Marines lay quietly on the ground, with the remaining three surrounding them.
The elite members of the Storm Team did not dare to approach, and they naturally left space for these superhuman warriors.
Today's battle made these guys who thought they were very strong after the Governor's special training clearly realize the gap between them and the real superhuman warriors. If it weren't for these five Space Marines, they would probably be crushed to death by the orc general like a chicken.
However, even such a powerful demigod will eventually die.
The soldier who was shot in the head had already died. The first large-caliber machine gun shot deformed his helmet, and the refined ceramic steel material could not withstand such a blast; the second shot directly penetrated the helmet, whose defense power was greatly reduced after deformation, and caused fatal damage to the brain tissue.
Schneider is not dead yet, but...
If they had an apothecary and a dreadnought, he might be able to survive in a different identity and in a different way and continue to fight for the Emperor.
But there is none of that.
Schneider also knew the outcome. He understood his physical condition better than anyone else.
Half of his waist was cut open and multiple important organs were catastrophically damaged, but he is still alive and even conscious, which is a testament to the Space Marine's strong vitality.
He was half lying on the ground, his helmet had been taken off long ago, and the blood from his mouth had stained his beard and half of his face.
But his expression was calm.
In contrast, Martins and the other two phoenixes looked much more sad.
At this time, it was Schneider who spoke up: "Why are you so angry?"
His voice was a little soft and labored. Excessive blood loss and organ damage had caused a large amount of blood to enter his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe, let alone speak.
But there was not much pain in his voice, and he seemed very calm.
The comrades beside him did not speak, nor did they stop Schneider from continuing to speak. Thinking rationally, he was almost certain to die, and he had to let someone say his last words.
"Don't look so sad. Isn't this our destiny? Is there any Space Marine who can retire peacefully after working for a certain number of years? Dying on the battlefield is our inevitable outcome. There will always be such a day."
"My only regret is that I didn't get to see our chapter's revival."
"Martins, to be honest, I have never been convinced that you have become the Chapter Master. I am stronger, more ruthless, more decisive, and more of a tough warrior than you, but the Chapter Master still chose you to succeed him. Even now, I still feel resentful."
"Since you became the Chapter Master, I have disagreed with almost every decision you made. Sometimes I really felt that those decisions were slow and cowardly. But sometimes... well, I admit that I just couldn't get over it and sincerely opposed you, just like this time when I came to the Wrathful Owl Star to seek the help of Governor Gu."
"On the way to the Wrathful Owl Star, we encountered so many worlds, and no one was really willing to help us. This is one of our few options. Although the governor does not even have full control over his own world, and this world is so desolate, at least everything has become hopeful."
"Now that I am dying, I must face my heart and tell you sincerely: I recognize this governor, and I think he can really help our chapter revive."
"Martins, I know that since we came to this planet, we have lost three brothers, including me. This will make you feel shaken, after all, you have never been so firm. But I want to tell you, don't be hesitant, don't hesitate. Since we have made our choice, we must move forward firmly."
"I……"
Martins didn't know what to say for a moment.
The person who knows you best is your competitor. He had to admit that Schneider had really hit the nail on the head.
He was indeed confused and wavering.
How long have they been on this planet? In just two months, three of the seven brothers have died, including Schneider, a warrior who is even older than himself.
The problems on this planet were far more serious than he had thought. A local evil god that had fallen into hell, a greenskin tribe that had already produced a warrior... These were enemies he had never thought he would face before he came to this planet.
If the situation continues like this, can the four remaining members of the regiment hold on until the moment of revival?
Don't wait for the revival, the regiment died here.
But what he didn't expect was that the person who advised him to remain firm was Schneider.
As the saying goes, when a dying man is about to die, his words are good. These words should be what Schneider really thinks.
But why did he change like this? Martins wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to speak.
Schneider seemed to see through his inner thoughts:
"I saw the army under Governor Gu. He was able to train such a strong army in a short period of time. There are even some heroes among them that even I have to recognize. What is there to be unbelievable about?"
Martins was still confused.
What Schneider said was right, but those so-called brave soldiers... to be honest, they had seen a lot of them in their long combat experience, cooperating with the elite troops of various empires in combat.
So what?
Schneider, with his mouth full of blood, smiled. He raised his hand with difficulty and hooked his finger to indicate.
Martins leaned over and put his ear close to Schneider's mouth.
As his lips moved, Martins heard a shocking piece of news:
"I've been to the secret research institute in Weixing City, and I saw...many black boxes."
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A little late, but here it is!
The goal of updating 160,000 words in May has been achieved!
But I have to take a day off tomorrow because the company has notified us to work overtime in the evening, so I guess I will be busy all day.
I will make up for what I owe in the next two days!
(End of this chapter)
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