Warhammer: Empire Reboot

He also used his shield to jam the chainsaw sword of the knight's mech.

The next second, his entire body exploded from his chest cavity.

Broken armor and bloody flesh were smeared on the ground.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, the other two Bear Guards rushed to the mech's knees, slamming their giant hammers down. The first blow cracked the protective plate, the second shattered the hydraulic shaft, and the third forced the Chaos Knight to kneel.

Then the entire bear guards pressed forward.

The shield wall blocked their retreat.

The giant hammer slammed into the cockpit again and again.

The image freezes on the moment the first bear guard was killed.

At the edge of the projection, dozens of high-ranking assassin generals stood in a row.

Big Bear and Little Bear stood at the very front.

Xiong Er stared at the burst of fire and suddenly cursed under his breath, "That cannonball really hurts."

Xiong Da glanced at him.

"Have you been through that?"

"I've never been through it."

"Then what's hurting you?"

Xiong Er raised his chin and pointed to the fallen bear guard in the picture.

"I trained him."

Xiong Da didn't reply.

Swarm intelligence doesn't leave them much room for emotion.

Above the projection, lines of tactical decisions popped up coldly.

[Tactical Result: Victory.]

[Unit exchange ratio: Acceptable.]

[Motion defect: Severe waste of kinetic energy.]

[Survival rate drawback: High.]

[Need for correction: Extremely high.]

To any Imperial officer, this was a glorious victory worthy of being written into the battle report.

Pure infantry units, capable of tearing apart Titan-class mechs at close range.

The political commissar could talk about this video for three months straight, until his voice was hoarse, and still get the soldiers to charge the trenches a couple more times.

But in swarm intelligence, there is no glory. There is only efficiency.

Xiong Wei's teamwork was fine.

The problem lies in the playing style.

Centurion heavy armor is indeed tough, anti-gravity modules can indeed help them withstand impacts, and 38-centimeter-thick tower shields can indeed block most battlefield firepower.

But against the Knight Mech's direct-fire hot melt cannon, it's a joke.

Swarm intelligence quickly provided an optimization template.

The video is played again.

This time, the bear guard did not confront the enemy head-on.

0.4 seconds before the molten cannon was charged, he pressed down with his shield, and the anti-gravity module erupted laterally. His five-ton body was pulled half a meter to the side as if by an invisible giant hand.

The hot jet grazed past the shield.

The outer layer of the shield melted, but it didn't penetrate.

The teammate cut into the right rear blind spot of the knight in advance, and the power hammer did not hit the knee first, but hit the steering shaft of the hot melt cannon first.

The cannon muzzle is bent.

The Knights lost their second firing window.

The bear guards pressed down on the shield wall.

The battle ended in fourteen seconds.

No one was killed.

After reading it, Xiong Er remained silent for a long time.

Xiong Da asked, "Have you learned it?"

Xiong Er grinned.

"I've learned it."

He paused, then added, "Next time, let those tin cans feel the pain first."

Swarm intelligence distributes templates directly to the memory cortex of all bear guards.

Every real battle.

Every body that was blown to pieces.

Every drop of blood that flows out.

Nothing is wasted in Lawson's system.

They will become a database.

This will lead to faster evasion, more accurate strikes, and fewer casualties next time.

It also becomes a more efficient way for the enemy to die.

Besides tactical optimization, Lawson's biggest gain this time came from the brains of the war blacksmith Barak Volgan.

In that brain, which had been stripped clean by the system, besides the Fourth Legion's top-notch experience in trench warfare, siege warfare, and counter-flight defense, there was also a bunch of dirty stuff that even Lawson considered valuable.

Several Chaos Legion gathering points around the Eye of Fear.

Tactical preferences of some Chaos factions.

The communication encryption frequency band used by the Iron Warriors Siege Cluster.

Undercurrents and waterways.

And supply outposts hidden in other star systems.

These things aren't like power armor; they can't be left in a warehouse to be seen.

But for Lawson, it was more useful than four hundred power armor suits.

Because what he needs to do next is not just to protect Agrippina.

He wants to turn this place into a galaxy-sized meat grinder.

For a meat grinder to spin fast, besides having hard blades, it also needs to know which side the meat is rolling from.

……

Armory Area No. 3.

Lawson walked down the long corridor.

Four hundred steel warrior power armor suits were neatly arranged on both sides.

The Mark III's heavy armor was pieced together, cleaned, and welded together by T-series suicide soldiers, and then re-primed. Some armor plates still bear deep scratches from chainsaws, like old faces stitched together.

Lawson stopped in front of one of the power armor suits.

In the past, when he saw this kind of stuff, he would immediately try to squeeze it into the combat formation.

Back then, even a suit of power armor was a treasure.

Repair it if you can, wear it if you can, even if the outer shell is still engraved with chaotic runes, just cover it with living metal first.

It is different now.

Dante sent a thousand brand-new Mark X Original Power Armor suits.

More than 3,000 pieces of abandoned wreckage are being repaired.

In addition, five organized battle groups—White Tiger, Crimson Dragon, Luan Bird, Black Tortoise, and Taotie—were gradually formed.

For him, ordinary power armor was no longer the meat he found when he was starving.

They became tools that could be picked over, modified, and used for dirty work.

Lawson's gaze swept over the row of Iron Warrior armor, and a very wicked thought suddenly popped into his head.

Espionage is never a fair fight.

It wasn't before the large fissure.

That's not the case now either.

Chaos can easily plant spies, harbor traitors, and cultivate cults within human empires.

The human mind has flaws.

To get a full meal, the laborers of the bottom hive would kneel before the altar of Nurgle and listen to people talk about "the embrace of the loving father".

In order to live another twenty years, the governor would sell the entire planet to Slaanesh or Tzeentch.

To avoid being persecuted, nobles would even donate their ancestral graves to the devil as flowerpots.

Where desire lies, there lies betrayal.

Chaos doesn't need to smash doors.

It only needs to seep in through the cracks.

Conversely, does the Empire want to cram people into the Chaos Legion?

dream.

You can't let an inquisitor who believes in the Emperor pretend to be a world-devouring berserker.