The strong wind carried rusty sand and dust and slapped against the armor. The sound was like a heavy rainstorm hitting a metal shack. He always fell into memories. This sound reminded him of the heavy rain he experienced in the slums during his childhood.
The weather that day was just as dark as now. The gaudy neon sign of the motel flickered in the distance, and several rusty car rims and tattered tires lay on the ruins contaminated by engine oil and plastic.
Every drop of rain that fell from the top exuded a cold rusty smell. He lay on the window away from him, vomiting and suffocating due to the contraband, his mother who was slowly rotting and the sandwich that was also rotting, his eyes widened and he stuck out his tongue to taste the splashed raindrops.
, trying to fill his empty stomach.
He tasted the chemical smell of regenerated oxygen.
"If you can turn on the noise reduction function, then our tactical team communication channel will be much quieter." The cold voice in the earphones pulled him back. The endless march can easily make people lose their concentration, especially when
On this damned, cursed red sand, there is no reference anywhere as far as the eye can see. The only thing that can lift people's spirits is the faint flickering in the red sand storm less than 200 kilometers away.
Giant thunderstorm. They are not those mechanical weirdos in the Forge of Olympus. They do not regard Mars as a holy land, but a boring dust planet. "If you lose focus, then I will give you a good beating." In the team
The soldier said in his characteristic dry, injured voice, "We are not allowed to lose focus during the Mars airborne training. We must get to the evacuation point as soon as possible."
He let out a low roar, but still blinked and turned on the noise reduction function on the control interface to filter out the noise of the wind and sand. "The airborne landing forty-seven hours ago caused blood to flow into my brain!"
"That doesn't make you any smarter, recruit Dideros."
The veteran sergeant didn't even look back at him. Compared to the other four team members, the sergeant's armor was obviously more gorgeous, and a little decoration could easily reflect his status and rank. But in this bad land,
Any gorgeous decoration will soon be covered with red dust. Fortunately, their weapons and armor have good dust-proof measures, and the cooling system will not be affected. "Today's mission, 7 hours, 400 kilometers." The veteran.
The sergeant briefly repeated the indicator, "And as many kills as possible."
Even if they were mistakenly airdropped into the Storm Corridor, the mission indicator of completing the 400-kilometer march to the extraction point within 7 hours was not particularly difficult. The mission display interface of the helmet clearly stated the additional conditions of the mission - Olympus.
The Forge has produced many failed products or out-of-control servitors. The main task of this airborne march training is to complete the march while hunting down those out-of-control rangers and servitors who have become insane due to the huge number of implants - but according to
The intelligence given by the command center showed that the giant storm was changing direction. Their team could not slow down their marching speed, otherwise the storm that could overturn the armored vehicle was likely to cross the marching route and completely block the movement.
Road to the extraction point.
Satellite communication with the command center is not always smooth, and the impact of sand and dust storms is too great.
Dideros had met the veteran sergeant before he was reformed.
Led by the Emperor and the Praetorian Guards, the Knights captured all NATO military bases in the Balkans and military installations in the former Yugoslav Federation within forty-eight hours. They held high the banner of unity and the Emperor's golden eagle and massacred all those who tried to resist.
Like the thunder that swept through the peninsula, it destroyed the emperor's enemies. That war produced a large number of prisoners of war, and he was captured at that time. Compared with the officers, researchers and missile operators who held military secrets, ordinary soldiers like him were more important than others.
There was no number on the exchange list at all. The speaker used a very intuitive metaphor to describe those NATO soldiers who were deployed to overseas bases: If those officers who have attended military schools and master secrets are medieval knights, then ordinary soldiers
They are serfs, and no one will buy them with money.
Dideros's predecessor was abandoned. There is no doubt that the brutality and bloodthirsty battles of the knights destroyed the sanity of many people. Genetic modification completely erased all traces of the former NATO soldier, and his body and mind were completely destroyed.
He was shattered and then reorganized, becoming stronger and more indestructible. He no longer took drugs, drank alcohol, neglected training, and his loose personality became like steel due to genetic modification and thought indoctrination. He became better, stronger, and smarter
, more aggressive. He began to understand things that he could not understand in the past, he began to understand the emperor's ideals and visions, he began to despise his past self, saw that his past life was meaningless, and gave himself a new name.
He came to Mars for training.
From atmospheric airborne, suborbital airborne to asteroid landing, Dideros here underwent unbearable physical and mental training for all ordinary humans, just to fight against the emperor's enemies, including those aliens who are about to come to this world.
Before this, he had experienced the training of veteran sergeants in the gladiatorial arena and training ground, and gradually gained an advantage in no less than a hundred trainings and confrontations. However, in the eyes of those knights with profound qualifications, their new recruits were still too immature.
Well, an experienced veteran sergeant could knock him to the ground within ten minutes with a chainsword.
"Our next mission is to land on the moon. There are out-of-control genetically modified monsters there, and the out-of-control armed servitors can be used as training." Another team member said. They kept following the indicators in their helmets, and the red lights raised
The sand and dust reduced visibility to less than ten meters. Everyone felt that their breathing was amplified and became clearly audible on this red planet abandoned by the world. In addition to the power armor used to display the number and distribution of enemies,
The miniature display with terrain, physiological data, ammunition and other information, everything was dimmed in an annoying red.
The rapid friction of micro-gravel releases electric charges, causing fine dust to be adsorbed on their ceramic armor. At the same time, the huge amount of electric charges also interferes with external communications to some extent. They cannot always know the movement trajectory of the eye of the storm, and they may not necessarily know the movement of the eye of the storm.
Being able to learn the marching routes of other teams. A huge sense of loneliness enveloped everyone. This training not only tested their physical fitness and tactics, but also tested their minds.
"The emperor has issued a combat preparation directive, so the Imperial Guards and the head of Apalixia will not give out training indicators for no reason. We may encounter guerrilla warfare there." Arashik said, "I used to work in Yemen.
Experience is totally not enough.”
"There are also genetically modified monsters here, and there are especially many of them today."
The veteran sergeant laughed dryly, as if he was amused by the jokes of the combat team members. This fierce guy rarely expressed his emotions, and Dideros only felt that his eardrums were scratched by the laughter that sounded like a raven.
It hurts - It is said that the wound on the veteran sergeant's throat was cut open by some non-human creature with wings. Dideros had seen the specimen of the creature named "Vampire", and the sergeant killed a member of that ethnic group at that time.
A high-ranking member of the army, the sergeant also had a nickname that he hated very much. "Don't mythologize the Imperial Guards and the Emperor too much, recruits. The preacher told you that the Emperor is a human being, and the Imperial Guards are no different from us. It's just that
They were just transformed from children. A bunch of naive little brats..."
"Huh... So we are more powerful?"
"Maybe it's the Imperial Guard. I don't know, no one has tried it," the veteran sergeant said, "But I'm sure I'm better than you, Dideros."