Warhammer: Empire Reboot

If these two things have anything in common, it's that they can both fly, and that's all.

Xiong Da was at the very front.

His Flying Bear was a size larger than the standard model, with fragments of Dark Eldar vehicles shattered in previous battles hanging from its ramming corners, like teeth pierced through a barbarian's necklace. The side thrusters were firing in full blue-white flames, and the heavy explosive cannon barrels were glowing red-hot.

The external speaker on his helmet was never turned off.

Less than three minutes after entering the battlefield, he turned the entire public channel into an orc repair shop by cursing him.

"Hey, you bunch of dark-skinned bean sprouts on the left! Don't let them get away!"

"White bean sprouts, fire! Have you guys not eaten, or are you saving your ammunition for your mothers' graves?"

"Third team, that necromancer turret is still firing! Take it down!"

"Hey you little white bean sprout motorcycle in front, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Led by him, eight hundred Flying Bears swept through the ossuary bridge, mooring platforms, and open docks with frenzied abandon. Like a flock of iron eagles hunting at low altitudes, they left only fire and wreckage in their wake.

The most outrageous thing is the ammunition.

Once a heavy explosive round empties a belt, a new ammunition box is directly connected to the ammunition supply slot from the armory transfer port, with zero ammunition reloading time.

After one set of short-range missiles is launched, the next set is automatically loaded inside the vehicle. When the thermobaric gun reaches its cooling limit, a living metal heat sink immediately steps up to absorb the high-temperature damage.

Unlimited ammo.

This meant the Flying Bears didn't need to worry about "saving" anything. They only needed to focus on one thing: how to kill faster.

A Chaos Warrior squad dragged two Predator tanks and three heavy artillery pieces into the dock area, attempting to establish a firing stronghold. The position had barely been set up, and the artillery's aiming systems were still being calibrated, when Xiong Da had already set his sights on it.

"Heavy firepower! The whole team, push forward!"

The Chaos Predator tanks opened fire. Automatic cannons and laser cannons struck the outer shields of the Flying Bear motorcycles, creating bursts of light. Both Flying Bears were thrown off course, their hulls cracking open, but the vehicles behind them did not slow down. Not a single one.

Xiong Da's vehicle charged through the gunfire to the side of the first Predator tank, where the thermobaric cannon fired at point-blank range, burning through the tank's side armor.

His motorcycle then crashed into the base of the Predator's turret.

The anti-gravity engine is activated.

The 60-ton Flying Bear overturned the Chaos Tank.

The Predator vehicle tumbled and rolled seven or eight meters as if kicked by a giant. Two magnetic-attracting thermal bombs landed on its chassis.

boom!

The Predator tank exploded into a ball of orange-red fire ten meters away.

The second Chaos Tank tried to reverse. Four Flying Bears flanked it from the left and right, heavy explosive shells shattering the turret sensors and thermally severing the tracks. The last Flying Bear crashed down from above, bending the gun barrel at a right angle.

The three heavy artillery pieces fared even worse. Before they could even re-aime, the Flying Bears' missile pods unleashed a barrage of fire, turning the artillery position and the surrounding Chaos gunners into a black crater.

From target discovery to the clearing of the position, it took one minute and twelve seconds.

Several riders from Saim-Han hovered high above and witnessed the whole thing.

A young rider watched as the group of human-powered heavy motorcycles emptied the entire dock in an almost savage manner, and after a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "Why can those things still be called motorcycles?"

The older rider next to him replied, "Perhaps in the eyes of humans, being able to move is enough."

The Necromancer quickly adjusted his tactics.

They discovered that the Flying Bears were incredibly effective against Dark Eldar and Chaos vehicles, so they moved a group of Immortals and Heavy Destroyers to the dock area.

A green Gaussian beam swept in from the side.

The first Flying Bear was hit; its outer shield flashed twice, its front armor was stripped off, and the driver forcibly pulled up. The second beam struck the engine, and the entire motorcycle went out of control and crashed into the Spirit Bone Tower. The second vehicle was pierced through its anti-gravity core by a heavy gauss cannon, tumbling and exploding in mid-air.

The third vehicle attempted to cut sideways, but the Necromancer platform adjusted its angle in advance, and a particle beam sliced ​​off half of its body.

More than a dozen Flying Bear tanks were shot down in less than half a minute.

When Xiong Da heard the report of the losses, he exploded on the radio.

"Who the hell hit me?!"

The adjutant replied, "Necromancer heavy firepower group, east of the dock area, on the 37-degree high platform."

Xiong Da suddenly turned around, his tone changing from anger to gritted-teeth excitement.

"Everyone switch targets! Tear that pile of junk apart!"

Two hundred or so of the eight hundred Flying Bears simultaneously drew into an arc, all fire control markers pointing towards the Necromancer's high ground. They no longer pursued the Dark Eldar, no longer pressed the remnants of the Chaos army, but all focused on the target that had destroyed more than a dozen of their vehicles.

The Necromancer Destroyer platform opened fire again.

This time, the Flying Bears did not charge in a straight line. They split into three layers, using the Bone Tower and Chaos Remnants to shield themselves from the rays. Heavy bombs and missiles cleared out the outer undead warriors first, while the Melt Cannons concentrated their fire on the Immortal array.

Gaussian rays remain dangerous. Several more Flying Bear tanks have been shot down.

Xiong Da watched as a Flying Bear exploded to his left, cursed angrily, and immediately lowered his vehicle to its lowest position, crawling under a broken spirit bone bridge.

The Necromancer Destroyer platform locked onto him. A particle beam swept past his head, pulverizing a skeleton statue behind him.

Xiong Da did not slow down.

He skimmed the ground to the bottom of the platform, the anti-gravity engine suddenly lifted him up, and the sixty-ton motorcycle, like a flying armor plate, crashed into the edge of the platform.

"Fuck you!"

The front of the vehicle slammed into the base of the first Destroyer platform, and the front-mounted thermal cannon opened fire at point-blank range. The Necromancer platform was burned through. Using the impact, Xiong Da propelled it off the platform, sending it flying along with two Necromancer warriors behind it.

The Flying Bears then unleashed a barrage of missiles.

The platform was blasted into a mixture of shattered spirit bones and living metal debris. The undead immortals attempted a phase retreat, but were slowed down by the micro-disruptors pre-positioned in the battle sequence.

Xiong Da didn't care whether they were going to run away or not. He swept through with heavy explosive grenades, shattering the still-flashing green undead bodies into pieces.

The Taotie Recycling Team immediately followed. They collected the living metal remains and intercepted the dimensional fragments.

Xiong Da cursed into the communicator, "You think you can take down more than a dozen of my cars? Is that all you've got?"

The adjutant reminded him, "Captain, thirteen vehicles have been lost."

"We'll ask the boss to replace them with new ones later."

Saim-Han's riders are still fighting nearby.

They were fast, well-coordinated, and their entry angles were as precise as if they were using a scalpel, but they were completely unable to adapt to the Flying Bears' fighting rhythm.

When Eldar jet motorcycles traverse the battlefield, they follow precisely calculated optimal entry routes.

The Flying Bears' tactics are very simple.

Enemy ahead? Charge in.

Are there friendly forces ahead? Tell them to get lost.

If you're still not leaving after shouting, then we'll have to see if the situation allows.

Normally, I don't brake!

In the central part of the dock area, a Saim-Han clan leader is directing his rider formation.

Kael'dan Windspear, high-ranking rider leader of the Windspear clan. Of noble birth and exceptionally skilled, he has slain Chaos champions in numerous Void Wars. He harbors no fondness for human reinforcements and holds the brutish views of the Flying Bears in particular contempt. He believes Eldar warfare should be elegant, a combination of speed and precision, while the human riders, besides being large, heavy, and fierce, possess no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

He was leading his team toward a group of Dark Eldar raiding ships.

Big Bear's Flying Bear Team also set their sights on the same group of targets.

The routes of the two motorcycle teams intersected.

Kael'dan frowned slightly as he saw the Flying Bears approaching from the flank. According to Eldar aerial combat etiquette, when crossing paths at high speed, the side that enters the attack line later should give way to avoid disrupting the hunting path of the one that enters first.

The Flying Bears clearly didn't know this rule.

More accurately, even if they knew, they wouldn't care.

Xiong Da's megaphone blared: "You little pointy-eared motorcycle in front, get out of the way! I'm going to open fire!"

Kael'dan's face darkened.

His deputy hurriedly warned, "Sir, human heavy cavalry are approaching, and they're moving very fast..."

"I saw it."

"Should we move aside?"

Keldan said coldly, "This is Saim-Han. They should learn to respect their master's front."

He didn't let it.

His formation did not yield either.

Several Eldar jet motorcycles maintained their original route, preparing to use more precise maneuvers to cut into the Dark Eldar flank. Kael'dan's flight posture was almost perfect; the angle, speed, and timing were all accurate to the millimeter—something he was very proud of. The Windspear Clan's horsemanship.

Xiong Da saw the Elven motorcycle still blocking the road ahead and raised his voice even louder.

"Can't you understand human language? Get out of my way! Three! Two..."

Kel'dan replied in High Gothic on the public channel: "Rude human, get out of my attack line."

He regretted it about 0.4 seconds after saying that.

Because that 60-ton anti-gravity monster really didn't slow down. Not even a little bit. It might even have accelerated.

Keldan attempted to increase altitude at the last minute.

late.

Big Bear's Flying Bear Motorcycle collided with the rear of Keldan's Jet Motorcycle...

Eldar motorcycles are extremely light and responsive, but when faced with a weight difference of sixty tons versus two tons, agility and elegance are meaningless.

Keldan and his aircraft were sent flying sideways by the impact, tumbling and crashing into a pile of shattered spirit bone railings.

His protective amulet saved his life.

But the landline was almost completely unusable.

Xiong Da roared past the spot where he had just been, his missile pods fully activated, scattering the Dark Eldar raider squadron. Heavy bombs followed, reducing two raiders to fragments and instantly felling three Dark Eldar riders.

The Dark Eldar have fled.

The target has been cleared.

Kael'dan crawled out from the shattered spirit bone barrier, his armor covered in scratches, his face ashen. His second-in-command quickly flew over to help him.