As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

"Guards Company of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment."

Zhang Ge returned the greeting and after a brief inquiry, he learned that most of the guards were "on loan". The deputy commander took the discarded laser guns and other items to the remnant regiment to replace them, and brought in a group of loyal soldiers. After replacing them with force feedback armor and other equipment, they were stuffed into an independent organization to form a guard company.

Giving full play to subjective initiative belongs to it.

Without saying anything more, Zhang Ge got into the driver's seat of the light armored vehicle. After contacting the deputy regiment commander in advance, he slowly drove onto the road that barely had two lanes left as the core of the convoy.

As the convoy passed through, Zhang Ge had a brief chat with Dominica on the road, asking about the handling of the tribesmen and even the current status of the plasma gun given to her. When they had traveled about halfway across Terra, the population ahead gradually thinned out and they arrived at a very familiar place.

Isn't this Alfie's fortress?

They were directly pulled here to be used as a base. What about the base that Calga originally promised?

With a hint of doubt, the convoy passed through the outer wall and entered, driving into the fortress's outdoor parking lot.

Here, Zhang Ge saw through the car window that the deputy commander was waiting in person.

As Zhang Ge got out of the car, the two soon met each other, and after greeting each other, they had a detailed conversation about their recent situation.

It was from the deputy head of the group that Zhang Ge truly understood the various important events that had occurred that day.

First of all, the equipment promised by the Mechanicus and Calgar had all been delivered by transport ships. The quantity was so large that the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment could not even find so many pilots at one point. It was only after various military nobles "sponsored" a batch that the problem was solved.

Today, the most elite First Company is equipped with two Baneblade super-heavy tanks and a large number of Leman Russ tanks in addition to the Armored Shells and Hell Guns. Its equipment is basically at the level of Stormtroopers, and it even has more heavy equipment.

Secondly, within just one day, the situation in Aquila Port changed in a way that struck everyone as somewhat bizarre. Calgar stopped the mobilization of a large number of troops, detaining them in Aquila Port, including many Space Marines who were supposed to be supporting key battle zones.

This would undoubtedly make the already difficult battle situation even more difficult, but Calgar must have realized this. Even in such a situation, he still made the decision to intercept the troops. There must be something more urgent that needed to be dealt with... Was it the Necrons? Or was there something else that appeared?

However, the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment was not among those whose movements were stopped. Instead, their destination was changed to an extremely dangerous war zone:

Dead Forest Festival Area.

There, in order to destroy the Ork garbage city, the Empire not only deployed a Titan formation including a Reaver Titan and several Warhound Titans, but also a large number of Knight Mechs, and even troops from several founding Space Marine Regiments including the Imperial Fists, Dark Angels and White Scars.

However, such a large-scale mobilization of troops failed to solve the problem. On the contrary, after Chaos intervened in the battle, the battlefield deteriorated rapidly to the point where the Imperial Fists, who were responsible for defense, had to consider retreating.

The plague of Nurgle spreading from the north, the Genestealers rioting inside the hive, the Orks storming the outer walls, the demons of Khorne summoned from the rear, the Slaanesh warbands brought on by the nobles' doomsday corruption, and the Iron Warriors coming in search of their destined enemies.

If we were to choose the most dangerous war zone on this planet now, the Dead Forest Festival area would undoubtedly be one of the top places.

However, the Dead Forest Zone is too important for the defense of the planet. It is not only the economic lifeline of the entire planet, but also stores a large amount of precious food and water. The 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment will go there with other colleagues in a few days to fight a desperate battle against the enemies of the Empire.

Chapter 175 Friendly Interaction with Allies

Along with the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment of Akaolan, there will also be tens of millions of Star Army soldiers and hundreds of millions of PDFs. If the war situation is not reversed after these troops are deployed, they will most likely be the last batch of troops sent to the Dead Forest Festival area.

Of course, although he knew that he would be sent to such a dangerous war zone, Zhang Ge did not feel the same psychological pressure as the officers and soldiers of other troops.

In the remaining time, he first ran to the door of Calgar to report his abilities, but was driven out by the Ever-Victorious Army without even seeing anyone. Later, he had no choice but to run to find Sister Blaise, who only perfunctorily took a cross, glanced at it casually, and determined that there was no problem.

There was no other way. After his hope was dashed again, Zhang Ge, looking at the three-day deadline that was passing like a year, could only continue to work hard and find another way out in the existing suicidal path, except for eating at the homes of those Akaolan nobles.

This went on for a whole day until the next day when Zhang Ge went to visit Amelia and suddenly realized something while he was in a daze:

Yes, didn’t I get a lot of food and drink from the combat nuns? Why not use it?

So, Zhang Ge started to hold a large-scale gladiatorial contest of semi-entertainment nature in the name of the First Mechanized Infantry Regiment, using some high-end food as rewards.

At first, only the people within the Mechanized Infantry Regiment found a venue to participate, but later, as more and more people gathered to watch, the scale quickly expanded to include the remaining Star Corps and PDF of Akaolan.

Later, some friendly officers of the Star Army who would later go to the Dead Forest Festival area came to visit. After discovering this situation, the fight further turned into a large-scale competition.

Maybe it was to vent the stress before entering hell, or maybe it was to be able to enjoy a table of delicious food alone one night, or maybe it was just because he was too lazy to participate in daily training.

A large number of "champions" from various corps finally gathered together, among whom the champion of the First Mechanized Infantry Regiment of Yakaolan was naturally Zhang Ge himself.

That's right, he was fighting in the arena with swords and knives. Although it was not a serious fight, he might be lucky enough to be killed by someone - considering the more than 100 power armored loyal soldiers responsible for protecting Zhang Ge, if he really went to fight the Tutu cultists or gangs, the probability of his death might be much lower than dying from an accident in the arena.

Standing in the waiting room, Zhang Ge looked at the list of contestants and found many familiar words.

There were Kashezin veterans from a Cadian regiment that had been stranded until now, Catachan special forces, and even gladiator champions from the Ultramar Auxiliary Forces who had been transferred from the Five Hundred Worlds by the Ultramarines as "crew members."

Maybe a few days later they will be comrades entering the battlefield together, but at this moment, they are opponents standing on the opposite sides.

Soon, it was Zhang Ge's turn to play.

He changed into a standard set of bulletproof armor, picked up an unopened gladiatorial sword, and walked towards the arch-shaped entrance amid the cheers of the Akaolan soldiers.

When leaving the archway, some dazzling lights hit Zhang Ge's eyes.

Above, the lighting, whose brightness had been specially increased upon application, shot down incandescent beams vertically like a giant searchlight, illuminating the giant oval venue that could accommodate about 400,000 people.

This was no longer in the previous gang-controlled area, but in one of the large-scale formal sports stadiums of Eagle Port in the upper nest. Previous matches were held in various places in the lower nest, but the finals had developed to a level that was enough to attract the attention of some higher-ups, and they specially cleared out a stadium for the finals.

Of course, this is definitely not unconditional. The game will be broadcast live throughout. After all, the duel between top players from each legion not only has high viewing value, but can also play a role in boosting morale in this special period.

After Zhang Ge and his opponent entered the arena, the audience sitting around them burst into thunderous cheers. Although they may not have known who Zhang Ge was at all, the atmosphere had been created to such an extent that any slight movement was enough to trigger excitement.

Amidst various meaningless cheers, after going through multiple processes including contestant introductions, specialized corruption testing, and psychic suppression, the two opponents finally closed within ten meters of each other.

Zhang Ge looked at his opponent. Although the competition theoretically allowed the selection of most cold weapons, his opponent chose a long sword like himself instead of the common spear.

The tip of the sword is tilted backwards towards the ground, the right hand holds the lower half of the hilt and the left hand is behind the right hand, holding the front half of the hilt.

This posture should be the starting point of some kind of swordsmanship. Considering that he comes from an infantry regiment in the feudal world, he is probably already a famous knight in the local world before joining the army.

But unfortunately, his opponent was Zhang Ge, and skills alone were far from enough.

After the two teams signaled to each other, the sound of the game announcing the start of the game was heard.

In just a moment, before he could swing the long sword in his hand, the tip of Zhang Ge's sword had already torn through the breastplate of his bulletproof armor, and a rough notch appeared on the ceramic steel plate.

Despite this enormous force, the opponent, with his mortal body, was able to adjust his posture with muscle memory in that instant, and used all his strength to withstand the subsequent impact to maintain his body stability, while raising his sword and almost achieving a counterattack.

But it was slow after all. When the opponent realized this, he stopped the movement of the sword. After being amazed, he put away the sword and admitted his failure.

And this is not the first time this has happened.

Although the combat skills of these legion champions should have almost reached the pinnacle that ordinary people can reach, this is, after all, a close combat with cold weapons.

In this kind of confrontation, Zhang Ge had a great advantage in physical fitness and was no longer in the same league with them. Except for the time when he had to temporarily avoid the attack when fighting a few Ogryns, he basically defeated the enemy with one blow in other situations and relied on his physical fitness to defeat his opponents.

Zhang Ge's ranking gradually climbed in these duels. Just when he thought that this competition might end in such a boring way, an opponent who could make him feel a little pressure finally appeared.

The man was not wearing any protective gear, and had a red scarf wrapped around his head. His muscles were bulging as if they were about to burst through his skin, and scars could be seen on almost every part of his exposed skin.

He is a player from Catachan.

Although they had not officially fought yet, the fact that he came from the notorious Catachan Legion was enough for Zhang Ge to take him seriously.

Chapter 176: Fighting Style

When the duel began, neither of them took action immediately, but slowly closed the distance between them to a few meters.

The soldier from Catachan stood still, took a few steps left and right, and took the initiative to speak:

"I wanted to fight you the Catachan way, but you're quite interesting, so a head-on confrontation is okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, his strong body began to move without any hesitation. Although his physical fitness was still not as good as Zhang Ge's, his force-generating skills were extremely exquisite, which made his burst of speed at this moment even faster than Zhang Ge's.

However, just as Zhang Ge subconsciously shifted his gaze slightly after saying this, focusing his attention on the long sword that was swinging along with the movement and the sound of the wind, the other leg that followed the first step suddenly lifted up.

A ball of grass and mud that was crushed out during the first few steps was thrown forward by this kick and hit Zhang Ge's eyes accurately.

Seeing this, Zhang Ge complained in his heart, "I knew this would happen." He did not panic, but moved in the opposite direction of the opponent's attack. After taking a step back to create some distance, he estimated that the length of his sword blade was slightly longer than the opponent's blade, so he had no intention of meeting the opponent. He just avoided the path of the mud block and prepared to strike first.

However, subsequent events did not develop as he expected.

Catachan suddenly stopped, changed the trajectory of the long knife in his hand, and chopped directly at the mud that passed in front of him.

A crisp sound, as if something fragile was being chopped, came from the mud.

Hearing this sound that shouldn't have come from the mud, Zhang Ge realized that this guy was not only crushing the mud out, but there was also something hidden in the sole of his shoe, which was wrapped up in it by some unknown method of kicking.

But it was too late.

A strong irritating gas suddenly gushed out, which was more severe than the extreme pain of pepper spray. Even with Zhang Ge's physical fitness, every exposed skin on his body instantly felt as if it was burned.

It's bearable, but not much better because my sense of smell and vision are impaired.

Despite the burning pain, Zhang Ge closed his eyes and did not act rashly.

The other party was closer to the mud, and he was likely affected as well.

No, that's not right.

The thing might not contain gas, but most likely some kind of liquid, which would evaporate rapidly when exposed to the air to produce this irritating gas. This meant that Catachan could slightly turn the blade at the moment of cutting and then slap the liquid towards himself without being affected.

If this is the case, standing still and trying to play a sit-down battle with an imaginary enemy who has lost his sight and sense of smell just like you would be playing into his hands.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge had no more time to hesitate. He changed his posture, took the initiative, and swung a horizontal attack towards the direction where he thought the opponent was.

As expected, it failed.

When did he change direction? There was no sound of wind or footsteps.

The Catachan suddenly praised:

"Yes, I can guess this."

It's information.

Determine the direction based on the sound, and then determine the sound source and deduce the distance based on the volume.

But Zhang Ge was not tempted by this.

This was a flaw that was revealed to him on purpose. Even the volume of the sound was probably controlled intentionally. Even if he pushed, it would only be pushed to the wrong distance. He saw what he was going to do, so he deliberately tried to attract his attention in this way.

That's right, Zhang Ge had no intention of hitting the Catachan from the beginning. His action was just to open a window for advancement.

He suddenly exploded with all his strength and shot out like an arrow.

Since the other party has no moral principles, there is no need for Zhang Ge to save face.

Temporary escape is shameful, but useful.

In the confrontation just now, Zhang Ge keenly realized that the opponent's explosive movement speed was not much faster than his own. If he ran away at full speed, the opponent would have to use all his strength to chase him.

In this way, when switching to a movement-to-movement pursuit, at least the hearing can still play a role.

Of course, if the opponent can control his strength and ensure that he does not make any noise even when he is giving it his all, then Zhang Ge can only admit defeat.

Fortunately, the person Zhang Ge met was not such a pervert.

As the sound of pursuit became apparent behind him, Zhang Ge turned around and struck without hesitation. The feeling of the sword hitting the metal was transmitted back to his wrist, and the vibration of the clashing weapons and sparks flew together.

Coincidentally, after this first head-on confrontation, the two did not move much, but instead used tit-for-tat attacks again and again to test the limits of each other's skills.

In the first five rounds, Catachan's extremely tricky swordsmanship caused several non-fatal wounds on Zhang Ge's body, but by the 20th round, the two sides were gradually evenly matched. It was not until the 50th round that Zhang Ge deflected the opponent's sword for the first time and followed up with a straight stab, hitting the Catachan's wrist.

It was not until this time that Zhang Ge barely regained a bit of vision in the severe pain.

This does not mean that the Catachan's skills in frontal combat are not as good as Zhang Ge's, but that the Catachans focus on escaping with one strike, which means that the emphasis is different.

After long-term training, subtle differences in muscle groups and muscle memory exercised by different events will lead to gradually falling behind in areas that you are not good at when competing with opponents of the same level.

This is the situation facing this Catachan man at this moment.

When Zhang Ge regained his vision, his advantage became more and more obvious, and the physical strength brought by his physical fitness gradually emerged, until the last blow, the ceramic steel long knife in the opponent's hand was broken by the blunt sword with a crisp sound.

Although the Catachan immediately tried to move forward and engage in close combat, the gap between armed and unarmed meant that the next blow determined the outcome.

Zhang Ge restrained his sword before it hit his opponent's neck, and he just smiled after the referee announced the final winner and left the field neatly.

This battle made Zhang Ge completely famous. In the following duels, he took advantage of the victory and defeated powerful players from various legions one after another. One of them was a Kashejin veteran who left a deep impression on Zhang Ge. The oppressive feeling was even greater than that of the Catachan people.

If Catachan was to suddenly attack from the most tricky corner, then Kashezin's technique was almost hexagonal, like a fortress, and he forcibly added a little bit of advantage to his own victory balance in one confrontation after another.

If Zhang Ge hadn't learned a trick from Catachan and smeared mud on his opponent's face, it would be hard to say who would win in the end.

After defeating one opponent after another, until he won the final battle, Zhang Ge suddenly came to his senses. Surrounded by countless officers and soldiers waving their military caps and rushing onto the field like a tide, he recalled his original purpose.

Shit, didn’t I come here to find an opponent who could kill me unexpectedly?

Chapter 177: Gold Cup Fragments, Amelia

Since Zhang Ge's winning streak exceeded three games, a considerable number of soldiers who were watching the show had already lost the distinction between camps and instead simply wanted to see how many consecutive wins this man could achieve.

What's more, even if we talk about positions, everyone's position is more on the side of the Star Army as a whole. They will all fight side by side in the future. Of course, the more powerful a person is, the more likable he will be.