Chapter 68 Returning to the old place, traitors attack
Trench warfare, the famous tactic of the Astra Militarum, is rarely used on Gondvar VI, because the greenskin troops are too scattered and large in number, and the forest will become their natural shelter, but in the face of the traitor Space Marines and no The flat ground with a large number of bunkers makes this traditional technology come into play again.
In the temporary field command room, the staff watched as the engineering shovels were taken away by the new recruits, wielded, and dug trenches one and a half meters deep, while the veterans installed barbed wire and mines.
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer was drinking caffeinated tea in the fortress command room made of sandbags and heavy bolters. His tea cup was made by himself when he was a student in Gondva VI, which can also explain the empire's Why does the assembly line have the crooked modern industry in his hands that has slipped through the net?
The staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Oh my God, you got more than 20,000 engineer shovels from there. The battle line here is long enough to cover hundreds of Chimeras!"
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer looked at the twin-headed eagle shining on his chest. "This is all thanks to the selfless dedication of the Karu City production line and today's planetary governor."
When a large amount of food, supplies, and promethium were moved to the battlefield, in order to deal with the attack of the Red Pirates, all the Imperial citizens who were still active in the world were working hard, working with blood and skulls with sweat.
Alan Bayer looked at this place, and the land that was once cracked by his explosives still existed. The huge pothole was now transformed into a command room, where he drank tea.
This saved the engineering team a lot of time, especially since the hard rocks were broken. When the work was in progress, many people found fragments of the Orc mecha here, which can also express how successful Alan Bair's strategy was.
Next to the command room, several huge Orc garbage cannons still provided considerable orbital defense power.
This location is very good, very close to Karu City. It is like a sponge nailed in front of the city. No matter how much force is hit on it, it cannot cross it and release all the power on the city.
What's more, the number of Space Marines is extremely small, and the core force will never be able to occupy a large number of places. They cannot occupy the entire world like the Orcs.
There is no problem with the safety of Karu City. This is the best answer Alan Bayer can give to the current governor.
Even though the human empire will never be united, the strongest alliance will take root here.
great? hero? Alan Bayer didn't think so much. He just had to do what he should do. He looked at the fragments of the orc mecha on the ground. Under the corrosion of the forest, it had become rusty in just over a year. It was really... The passage of time makes people sigh.
Alan Bair adjusted the radio. While the magnetic field was still stable, he tried to keep in touch with the Catachans.
This matter can be left to the communications team, and it is not something used by people at the lieutenant colonel level, but he must get enough information, which is particularly important in war, and he knows how bad the communication quality in this world is. to death.
While frequently adjusting the channel, the photo in his windbreaker fell out unintentionally. It was taken by the Fourth Platoon in Karoo City, with Lieutenant Colonel Avada and everyone on it.
He looked at Catachan's reluctant expression. Maybe part of their souls really resided in the photo? If they believe that...
Alan Beyer picked up the photo and carefully wiped the dust on it. The smell of promethium and gasoline could not stop his thoughts from returning to that afternoon.
But half of the people in the photo had left, and the rest had gone their separate ways. He didn't know the nobles' attitude towards war, but he didn't expect that his brothers would become like that.
Maybe they should die in the war to remain loyal to the emperor, but soon, Alan Bair shook his head violently. Although death was easy, it could not solve anything.
Karu City needs them, it needs this group of fat-bellied bureaucrats, not a group of soldiers. This is human beings, this is society.
Put the photo back on your chest and fasten it with a buckle to prevent it from being lost in the war. This can be regarded as a very rare souvenir.
In the Astra Militarum, there are too many days when mobility is required, especially for infantry, so almost no one is willing to store their own things. Every soldier has a lot of messy family background...
Last time, Alan Bayer dug out a rodent from the hive out of a guy's pants, which disgusted him to the core.
The rustling sound interrupted the lieutenant colonel's memories. It was that damn second lieutenant. His talkativeness made him a greenskin...
He walked into the command room and saluted, which was almost mandatory in the Astra Militarum.
Alan Beyer said. "Why not dig trenches?"
The lieutenant nodded in reply. "Sir, I'm here to apply for a mine package that belongs to us. I need to fill my platoon with enough firepower."
Alan Beyer asked. "Why should I give it to you? Every explosive is a good medicine to kill the enemy. The emperor's roar is also a life guarantee for the elite. I can give them to the first platoon and the first company, not you."
The second lieutenant pursed his lips, knowing that his commander would refuse. "Lieutenant Colonel, I know very well that I cannot express my abilities, but I can express my ideas."
"There is a dense forest bordering point in the direction of 7 o'clock in my platoon. Although there is a barbed wire fence, I feel that those things cannot hinder the advancement of too many enemies. I don't know how powerful the destructive force faced in this mission is, but I know very well, Sir, we need complete preparations.”
Alan Bayer found it interesting. Anyway, there was a lot of time in the war.
"Tell me, what else is there besides here?"
The second lieutenant swallowed. Speaking so bluntly in front of his superiors put a lot of pressure on this hive man. This was the captain and captain of the Astra Militarum!
"Yes... My plan is to pull Chimei to the front of the battlefield for roundabout maneuvers. This place is very big and not as numb as the forest. In fact, we can remove the barbed wire. To the legendary monks Astartes, barbed wire is considered a betrayal. It may not have that big an effect.”
"We should use the few armor advantages to suppress the enemy..."
Although he made an impassioned speech, Alan Bayer discovered many problems.
"Chimera's heavy bolters cannot defeat the armor of Space Marines. You have never seen those existences. Mortal weapons only have melta and dark age weapons that can pose a fatal threat. If you think you can use bolters to hit the gaps in the armor every time, and joints, then I think you can try it.”
"Then barbed wire is not prepared for space warriors. Don't you think those supermen will clean the bathroom themselves and mop the floor on the battleship?"
"They have a large number of mortal servants. In fact, when the war begins, I can conclude that the number of Chaos servants is dozens of times that of the Traitor Space Marines."
"If you let the Chimera move around the battlefield at will, those traitor soldiers will use melta weapons to destroy any precious armor, and it will take several Terran years to replenish it."
"We need to be prepared for a tug of war, they have no ground base..."
Halfway through Alan Bair's words, he found that the second lieutenant had shrunk his head. He couldn't help but stop. Although this guy was still immature, stupid, and even a little naive, such thinking was rare in the Warhammer world.
He should angrily rebuke him. Such a person can easily be confused by Tzeentch. His inexperience and unclear understanding of the nature of the world will make him a time bomb.
Alan Bayer should scold him and let him return to his post and continue digging holes...
"Ensign, go to the logistics and get what you want. Also, the only two requests I have for you are that you don't die, and that you always believe in the Emperor."
He couldn't speak. He looked at the soldier, his thoughts, and his soul, but he couldn't extinguish the flames in his heart that were insignificant but could easily ignite the house like those veteran officers of the Astra Militarum.
The second lieutenant was stunned, but he immediately came to his senses, saluted, and ran straight out.
It's hard to say whether Alan Beyer did the right thing. He knew it very well. After the second lieutenant left, he returned to his position again and fiddled with the radio.
He often persuaded himself to give up the feelings left behind in the peaceful previous life. At the end of this dark and terrifying 40th millennium, many more desperate things appeared all the time.
Loyal people died, evil triumphed, the world was destroyed, chaos invaded, aliens plundered, and the huge empire was like a palace that was torn apart by billions of termites and made empty. Only the statues enshrined in the core of the palace made people continue to worry about this huge empire that they were unable to repair. The house continues to work hard.
In the vast sea and mulberry fields, times have changed. The palace hangs on an isolated island, and it is difficult to sing a single palm.
If human beings had true alliances, brotherly races, such as the mountain kingdom of Zhongguli, would not be so desperate.
Alan Bayer sighed, what was he thinking? Want a group of races that are brothers and sisters with humans to suddenly appear in this dark universe?
As early as the "dark" era of 20k, all humanity's sympathy and tolerance for the aliens had been exhausted, and their rebellion became the last step that sent humanity's peak years to hell.
Alan Bayer held the relic pistol at his waist. As long as humans are still alive, no one can and must not forget, brothers? This dark era is filled with only death, betrayal, war and...
massacre.
The radio was making a crackling sound now. "Lieutenant Colonel, camp, five o'clock, 6 kilometers away, footprints were found."
"Military boots, a bit like...the kind used by nobles?"
Alan Bayer held the communicator and returned immediately. "Keep following them, keep on..."
After saying this, the communicator suddenly made a hissing sound, and the magnetic field cut off the signal...
Alan Bayer put down the communicator, looked at the beating readings, and reported to all the soldiers with complicated emotions.
"The enemy is approaching, about five or six kilometers away. They can't get around the defense line. Pay attention to the five o'clock direction, everyone!"
These words continued to spread and echo in the trenches. The second lieutenant who was laying landmines wiped the sweat on his forehead, adjusted his tight bulletproof armor, and returned to his platoon, just like Alan Beyer. , declare to everyone, live on.
Maybe this is fate. Many things are repeated in the long river of time, but they are different. The former tower battle has become trench warfare, and the former Catachan has become a local, a former recruit, and now a hero. Lieutenant Colonel.
In the vast sea, times have changed, but death and war remain unchanged. When will it end, after thousands of years? Or longer...
In the forest, the mixed-blood Catachan turned off the suggested communicator and looked at the damn traces of traitors on the ground. He couldn't understand why those things followed those traitors. Maybe their heads were damaged?
The leader recalled Lieutenant Colonel Avada's various warnings about honor or survival. He dissected a lizard and swallowed the fresh flesh and blood almost silently as a supplement for body fluids and protein.
They are silent and fearless of death, and only the Catachan Blades and skills they have inherited keep them alive.
While the Catachans were alert, the forest warriors quickly discovered a problem. In the quiet forest, in addition to the sounds of birds and insects that they were accustomed to, there were other discordant and messy things.
The sign language was used immediately, and almost instantly, this group of cheetahs tensed their muscles. They were easier to control than Catachan, and they had more tacit understanding than Catachan, but they did not have the bloody spirit of real Catachan.
If Alan Bayer were here, they would definitely feel that they should rush out to kill the enemy right now instead of waiting for those people to gather.
When the chaotic sounds became louder and louder, and finally turned into thunder like raindrops, the hidden warriors pushed through the forest, and they smelled the smell of the mutant bodies, the smell of death, corruption, and disloyalty.
About 500 people, dressed in strange clothes, hunched over, do they call this sneaking?
There are only a few dozen people in Catachan, but if they have enough time, they can kill this group of weaklings, but now they need to report to the command room to be alert to the Space Marines behind them, the bright red giant, he is very strange, Although the face looks loyal and has not mutated, it is still wearing a damn armor decorated with human flesh and skulls.
What Catachan doesn't know is that this Astartes is the commander of this operation, Vengar, the former Red Angel!
Catachan and the others just withdrew from the vicinity and used the radio to notify the headquarters, but found that the signal was blurred. They secretly cursed that it must be the evil gods of the traitor beliefs who have disturbed the world. Those despicable and weak gods, if they really have power, they Less than one ten thousandth of the emperor.
But the actions of the Catachans are still not foolproof. The arrogant rebels usually cannot see these hunters and ghosts clearly, but this does not mean that the truly powerful Space Marines cannot.
In hundreds of years of war, this is not the first time that Vengaltex has cooperated with Catachan, and has even become its enemy...
Catachan also underestimated the ability of the truly experienced Astartes superhuman organs to gather information, and their traces were discovered with just a single report.
Vyngartex is as powerful as a Land Raider tank at full power. The power armor makes a fierce sound of activity in the forest, but it is definitely not bulky. The God-Emperor once chose him, and he has hundreds of powers. Built with the labor of hundreds of millions of empire residents.
Now the blasphemous angel used everything that mortals had shaped for him, and with his inability to react at a speed, he hit those loyalists almost instantly. His huge body split the branches and directly hit a Catachan behind the bushes. The flesh and blood were blurred, and many of the flesh and blood stained by his strength naturally became part of the decorations on his armor.
He spoke with a thick voice, his golden hair fluttering in the dark forest, the warm wind and the rust-like smell of blood made this madman a little more...
Indescribably terrifying!
"Are you the mortals who killed my brother? I recognize your power, now..."
"Join my army, or become my collection!"
It has to be said that Vayne Galtex has a gorgeous decoration made of vertebrae on the Doomwraith, using his finest artistic skills and all the biological vertebrae he felt were powerful enough.
Of course, sometimes it might not be the spine, it might be chitin or something.
But he is still happy to let this group of forest warriors join him!
Today I gave Greus E-Bao as a gift. I have been playing with it and I have to complain about it. That world is simply a beautiful environment.
There are Orc fungus fields, five steps of Chaos Wilderness, and in the distance are the Necromancer Tombs, and a lot of Webway debris.
The ground is full of Catachan demons and various wild animals, including monsters, monsters, and monsters.
The scenery is really pleasant and the people are simple...
(End of chapter)