Chapter 142 03.0141: "Choice of Contract Workers"

Under the gunfire of the defenders in the lower cabin, the servants of the Blood God still rushed from all directions towards the place where the contract workers were working, braving bullets and lasers.

"Kill all these pseudo-emperor running dogs and free these contract workers!"

The renegade PDF officer shouted and roared, ordering his men and the newly boarded men to attack the bottom hold.

The contract workers who were pulling the artillery shells became restless, and many of them began to look around, distracted.

"Everyone, keep working! I'll kill anyone who moves!" An armed sailor petty officer raised the grenade launcher in his hand and pointed it at the controlled contract workers who were glancing around in front of him.

"Hurry up! Didn't you hear me?" The sailor supervisor whipped the contract worker on the back.

The criminals gnashed their teeth and dragged the new shell forward slowly and with difficulty.

"They're coming down! Engage the enemy!"

The sailor's multi-barreled machine gun started firing, but before he could finish firing, he was knocked down by a series of lasers shot from the side and high above.

The Blood Pact Army sent out a group of people to rely on the defensive breastwork originally dragged by the sailors to the side of the stairs to block the pursuers behind them. They also occupied some laser turrets to kill the sailors and cover their large forces to charge towards the lowest deck.

Those laser turrets that were occupied had alloy shields in front of them to prevent the sailors from hitting the operators with their laser guns.

After shooting down the sailor gunner below, the Blood Pact soldiers turned their guns and fired at the sailors rushing up the stairs.

The first few people were shot immediately and rolled down the stairs.

The people behind immediately retreated and used cover to fire back, but it seemed meaningless due to the obstruction of the bullet shield.

"Grenadiers! Give me the harpoon gun! Shield guards, push on! Advance towards the turret!" Horatio shouted to the boarding team members behind him.

The shield guard walked up the stairs carrying a heavy boarding shield, followed by a heavily armored soldier.

The grenadier handed Horatio a small portable, reloadable hand cannon, which contained a weapon the navy called a 'harpoon'. It looked like a miniature lance, with a barbed tip in front and a cluster of explosives under the tip.

The Naval Harpoon has two types of projectiles: high-explosive fragments and melt jets. It can be fired directly or thrown. The melt jet projectile can penetrate the power armor of the Space Marines, which is completely sufficient for the Imperial Navy fighting in the cabin.

Horatio crouched behind the mobile breastwork, waiting for the laser turret to overheat.

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Under the crazy shooting of the Blood Pact soldiers, just as Horatio, who was familiar with the navy's combat weapons, predicted, the laser turret automatically activated the overheat protection after a while.

Although turning on the safety again would allow him to continue firing despite the overheating, this timing was enough for Horatio to aim.

boom!
The gunpowder gas in the hand cannon ejected the harpoon, and the blade-shaped rotor in the middle of the harpoon automatically unfolded shortly after it was fired. At the same time, a component similar to a bomb rocket booster began to spirally spray fire, providing power and cooperating with the blade wings to make the entire harpoon rotate and maintain stable flight.

Boom!
The sharp single-molecule tip instantly pierced through the bullet shield and got stuck on it, less than five centimeters away from the Blood Pact soldier's face.

The Blood Pact soldier, still in shock, tried to pull out the short spear that was seriously affecting the rotation of the turret, but the harpoon hook was tightly attached to the iron plate and could not be pulled out at all.

Suddenly, he saw the projectile making a rapid buzzing sound under the tip of the spear.

"Hold!--"

Before he could jump to the side, the cluster explosives on top of the harpoon exploded at the same time, instantly blowing the entire laser turret and the operator into pieces.

"Attack! We must not let their conspiracy succeed!" Horatio threw the empty harpoon gun to the grenadiers, and immediately picked up his sword and bolt pistol and shouted to the sailors.

"Yes! Sir!"

The lower deck. "Hold on! Kill any contractor who's lazy! Puff!"

A painful groan came from the mouth of the armed non-commissioned officer guarding the bottom cabin. When he pulled out the power dagger from a killed Blood Pact soldier, he was stabbed with a bayonet by a Blood Pact soldier who had climbed over the bunker. Blood gushed out from the cracks in his void armor, staining his thick navy blue coat black.

He returned fire with his bolt pistol despite the severe pain. A naval bolter blew off the attacker's scarlet mask.

The sailor sergeant retreated while covering his wound and firing at the Blood Pact soldiers who were rushing towards him.

A beam of laser fired from the red Carterel laser gun hit the gauntlet, burning the flesh under the gauntlet, and the pistol fell to the ground.

The planetary defense force officer who had fallen into the Blood Pact Army picked up the power sword and slashed at the sailor non-commissioned officer. The non-commissioned officer, despite the pain, also wielded the power dagger to fight back.

This was not a fair duel. The Blood Pact soldiers rushed forward, and the sailor officers tried their best to swing their daggers to deflect the bayonets that kept stabbing at them. With every swing, the wound would be accompanied by a burning tearing sensation and was extremely painful.

He used his gauntlet to catch the bayonet that was stabbing towards his chest, and pulled it back violently, pulling the attacker close to him. He then stabbed him hard with the sword, tearing open his abdominal cavity.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp burning pain in my calf and instantly lost the strength to stand.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at the contract worker who had attacked him with the fallen sailor's weapon. The other person was a ferocious-looking bald man with tattoos all over his face and head. The mark of a criminal from the Ministry of Justice of a certain penal world was on top, making the already horrifying tattoos even more messy and chaotic.

The bald indentured worker curled his lips with a look of disdain and pointed his gun at the non-commissioned officer.

"You damned scum, I'll chop your head off even if I die! Traitor!"

Blood mixed with saliva oozed from the sailor's gnashing mouth. He raised the dagger that was trembling with pain and limped towards the enemy.

One shot, two shots... The laser burned several black holes on the sergeant's coat. Although the armor blocked most of the energy, the heat conduction caused the burning pain to spread throughout the body in an instant.

The NCO's pace slowed down.

Poof! ——

There was a flash of cold light, and the sergeant's head fell to the ground.

The renegade PDF officer standing behind the corpse swung his sword downward, splashing the blood on the sword onto the ground, grabbed the sailor's petty officer's head and shouted to the controlled indentured workers in front of him: "Miserable indentured workers, listen to me!"

The contract workers slowly shifted their gaze to look at the Blood God's servant who was wearing a scarlet coat, a black and red wide-brimmed hat, and a terrifying and grotesque golden mask on his face.

"We are the redeemed Blood God's army, the great and warlike 88th Defense Regiment of Matarak! We will liberate you today! The chains of the false emperor can no longer imprison your body and mind! Their warships can no longer imprison your freedom.

We are here to promise you a great future! Join us! Abandon the empire that abuses and discriminates against you!"

"Yeah!!!" Many contract workers cheered.

The Blood Pact soldiers stepped forward and used their axes and swords to cut through the chains and shackles.

The contract workers picked up the weapons of the fallen sailors from the ground.

But not everyone is cheering for the Blood Army.

Those prisoners with minor sentences and ordinary contract workers who were recruited to replace the casualties of contract workers were obviously hesitant after picking up their weapons.

Most of them just come to the navy to make a living, try to survive, and finally get a service fee to go home and live.

But the current situation is not what they expected.

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