Chapter 3315 Amara’s Storm (3)
The spacious trial hall of the Ministry of Justice Fortress no longer had the solemnity of the past. There were huge arrays of meditators everywhere, and thick cables were randomly thrown on the ground. It was easy to get tripped when passing by and did not move away. The mechanical priests who left were busy debugging equipment or collecting any data and intelligence that could be collected. There was a huge imager in the center of the hall, and the wave-like projection marked out many details of the hive, even the collapsing spire.
Sabourin walked to the camera and stretched out his hand to call up the intelligence image of an area. In the blurry and snowy lens, he could see a group of rusty Necron infantry armed with Gauss rifles moving in a dense manner. The phalanx marched slowly along the avenue with ruins on both sides.
"The enemy has begun to march towards Zhongchao, which is the main passage on the west side, but there are only two local Orpsian regiments stationed here. I'm worried that I won't be able to hold it."
"Report!"
An officer suddenly ran over and saluted Sabourin.
"Sir! An urgent communication was received from the 193rd Infantry Regiment of Amara! But there is no response!"
"Put it away."
Wired communication accounts for a large proportion of the hive's communication methods, which prevents its internal communications from being easily cut off. This is why Talos must keep people here to stay. The Ministry of Justice Fortress is the key to connecting all communication lines. Node, as long as we hold on here, the hive will not fall.
Soon, a weak, gasping voice sounded from the small speaker next to the imaging device, and it seemed to be accompanied by dying moans and sporadic gunshots.
"Report to the headquarters and forward to Commander Sablin. At present, the enemy has breached all the defense lines of the water pumping station in the F3 area. There is no news of the reinforcements requested. I, Leonard, and the entire regiment are determined to die in return. Throne, Ren's ambition has been fulfilled. Please pay attention to the enemy's actions in this direction."
The voice almost struggled to say the last few words. Sablin took a deep breath and felt a lot heavier on his shoulders.
He even knew that there was such a unit, and he had never seen the regiment leader. He looked at the hologram. The F3 area should be a location near the lower nest and the upper nest. It should have been abandoned, but the entire A regiment stood there without any support, and did not receive the message until the whole army was annihilated.
"Report! An urgent call has been sent from the direction of the 13th Street Warehouse! The enemy has breached the front direction and needs support!"
"13th Street Warehouse?"
Sablin looked in that direction and saw that it was already at the edge of the middle nest. The most important thing was that a large amount of food was stored in this warehouse, which would not be transported for a while. Now the limited transportation capacity was trying to find ways to transport soldiers and equipment. But if these foods are gone, it is very likely to affect the subsequent defense-even if he has never actually commanded a war, he has read in books that food is no less important to defense than bullets.
"Aren't there a total of seven regiments stationed? Can't we defend it?"
"It's okay. I'll just take someone to take a look. Didn't we leave some combat robots? I'll take some of them with me as well."
Seeing Li Lin volunteering, Sablin nodded.
"Okay, then let Alvarez take the battle robot formation with you. Remember, don't show off."
"Don't worry, I have seen how powerful these Necrons are, they are not so stupid."
"Warriors!"
Among the smoking ruins, officers held up loudspeakers and shouted on the battlefield. "This is our home! Our ancestors built this city with blood and toil. They took back this land from the cult worshipers and bloody sacrificers and purified it with the power of faith! Amara's Soldiers, what legacy will you leave behind? Will you let this city fall, or will you rise up and destroy any enemy who dares to step into this breach?"
A deafening roar echoed the officer's words, proving that his troops had not yet lost their fighting spirit.
When the first shadows appeared across the rubble-strewn breach, the morale of the troops was tested.
Recruit Wu Er felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the smile of company commander Fraser. The left half of the veteran's face had been burned beyond recognition. Not long ago, he had a rather ugly face. With a handsome face, this pain must be unbearable for ordinary people, but this tall warrior didn't seem to care.
"The time has come. Are you going to kill a few iron skeletons before we die, little dwarf?"
"I am the company commander, will we die?"
It was difficult for him to imagine the topic of death when he was just eighteen years old. Although he was born in Xiachao and had seen brutal street fights, for a young man, this would not be directly linked to death.
The company commander sighed.
"They have won, they have drained us of our blood, and now they have come to complete their task. They will build their evil totem on our bones. Perhaps the Emperor will send his angels to save us, but Strictly speaking, this probability is not very high.”
In this darkest moment, words of encouragement or despair seemed so futile and ridiculous. Seven regiments of troops, with a considerable amount of heavy weapons, and even three tank battalions, could not even resist the enemy for an hour. live.
Then the artillery crackled, filling the air with screaming metal fragments.
This was the last artillery piece in the regiment. They once had a powerful artillery position, but under the attack of those giant mechanical reptiles that suddenly emerged from the ground, almost all the artillery was destroyed, and more than half of the artillerymen were killed or wounded until the tank battalion was destroyed. Manruth destroyed it with desperate collision and close range shooting.
Amidst the roar of artillery shells, the crisp sound of metal explosions could be heard. Ur huddled behind the bunker, surrounded by his comrades. The ground was littered with blood-stained helmets, guns, and even grenades and other things.
The body has been disposed of, but the belongings left behind by the deceased will not be disposed of for a while.
"Ready to shoot!"
Upon hearing the instruction, Ur leaned forward, putting the laser gun on his shoulder.
Suddenly, to his left, a soldier disappeared into the bloody mist, and two other soldiers fell, screaming and clutching the half-obliterated bloody remains.
There were no bullets or cannonballs, just a terrifying green beam.
The enemy started shooting before them.
The flash from the opponent's gun also revealed their location. They were some terrifying monsters, dragging heavy steps, like ghosts walking in the night. The empty eye sockets were a miserable green color like will-o'-the-wisps, and the body structure and Humans are so similar it's almost blasphemous.
They formed a dense queue, holding powerful rifles in their hands. Each shot would bring a rain of death - although the combat manual has repeatedly emphasized that alien weapons are weak and unstable, and may explode or self-destruct at any time. Killing or injuring oneself, but Ur has never seen one case so far.