Chapter 103 Smoke Screen, Death, and the Behemoth Scrooge

Chapter 103 Smoke Screen, Death, and the Behemoth Scrooge

The sky was filled with fragments and light spears, inspired by the loyal weapons of the empire, and the green-skinned tattered airdrop pods turned into fireworks. In the underground command room, the selected sacred warehouse was filled with communication equipment and weapons of the Astra Militarum. Colonel Alan Beyer asked the local PDF commander. "What's the hit rate? How many Orks are expected to land?"

The PDF Commander, the leader of the Planetary Guard, is like a new recruit when facing the Astra Militarum officers. Even though he is much older than Alan Bair and has a thick beard, he still has to raise his mechanical right hand. Answer with a salute.

"About 30 percent..."

Alan Beyer slammed the table and cursed. "What a shame! 30? In other words, more than 25,000 greenskins will land in the empire's territory?"

"Are you a traitor to the Empire for slacking off on air defense training?"

The commander swallowed. "Sir, the nest city still has 20% of its near-ground defense among the major nobles and several major chambers of commerce. We have no right..."

Alan Bair sighed. "A group of moths that have no use except eating rice. If the God-Emperor is still here, none of them will survive."

"How's the evacuation going on the ground?"

PDF Commander Answers. "Sir, almost all the civilians have left, and soldiers have also settled in major urban points, such as churches, factories, and star ports."

"But the Orks' landing bay seems to be equipped with jets. They may change their mind and land elsewhere..."

Alan Bair looked at the icons on the landing bays, the fan-shaped snake that symbolized it, which was the emblem of the Snakebite clan. Their barbarians would never be able to endure the desire to massacre the entire hive, so he bet that this matter It will definitely be as he expected.

"Continue to station soldiers. They should not change areas and be prepared for urban battles. Death and sacrifice are inevitable..."

Commander PDF nodded. Since he was under the command of the Imperial Guard, there would be no problem. Alan Bair's judgment on the greenskins had always been accurate and fatal. The once powerful greenskin warlord was still dead. Therefore, those guys will definitely lose in the local nest capital battle.

But one would never have guessed that among those green-skinned ones there was a blood ax mixed in. This group of green-skinned special forces soldiers, these chirping boys with a pit in their head, obviously had good military qualities.

Captain Bloodaxe quickly realized that even if there was an ambush, he would not directly attack it. When he found out about it, he took those broken copper-like communicators that looked like the children of Ancient Terra playing with them. The microphone is the kind of thing that comes from a paper cup with a string.

But this thing is not connected to another cup, but to the command system of the entire orc army, and the radio broadcast is blasted among the boys. "Boys, humans have prepared a banquet for us, but I don't want to participate."

"Open the jets, full right rudder, and go to the secondary hive of this world!"

Soon there was a questioning sound on the communicator. "But, boss, don't we want to control the star port?"

"Also, I really want to... smash it!" He shouted almost crying. This is also the desire of all boys. He wants to smash, kill, and rob!

Blood Ax cursed. "According to circumstances! How many times have I taught you this vocabulary? You stupid ass!"

But what answered him was only the hissing sound coming from the communicator on the opposite side and the sudden explosion of the airdrop warehouse on the right. When the fragments fell on the human hive, smashed the wall of the outer hive, and fell into the streets of the hive, the blood ax Made up my mind.

"Hurry up!"

Under the attention of the PDF and the Imperial Guard, the garbage airdrop pods with drills that looked like they were made to break through the hive quickly deflected. The squeaking and shaking metal on them made people wonder if it would suddenly break.

Inside the hive, the infantry of Skadi's Fourth Regiment had already prepared a defense. They used the complex terrain of the hive and a large amount of industrial waste and scrap iron to create tactics that hindered the frequent use of snake bites. Tie bombs to squiggs and then drive them towards the enemy). The pillars are erected in a mess, several meters above the ground, to ensure that those things cannot jump over.

If they chose to go through, they would have to slow down so that the Astra Militarum could easily kill those things.

At this moment, most of the infantry of Skadi's 4th Regiment are stationed in the streets and alleys of the city in company-sized units. The lasers of heavy explosive bombs are ready to go out. The Catachan troops are holding hot melt in the complex hive pipes, waiting for enough. A threatening enemy.

It is no exaggeration to say that in a real fight, the orc landing force may be completely suppressed.

But the sudden turn of the airdrop compartment makes this thing strange. Wouldn't using a jet that reduces the landing speed at this position become a target?

Alan Bair shouted instantly. "Oops, staff officer, adjust the radio and report to Colonel Lane. About 20,000 orcs are landing on him."

The staff officer hurriedly opened the communicator, and he gave instructions to the soldiers of Skadi's 4th Regiment. "The tactics have changed, hurry up, hurry up and get closer to the Eastern Second Nest, the 143rd Regiment of the Partoria Guards is about to be attacked by the orcs!"

The reality is like this. Neither of them made a mistake in their calculation, but neither of them was right. The battlefield was changing rapidly, but the actions of the Partoria Guard and the Skadi Guard completed an unexpected combination.

If the greenskins land directly in the secondary hive, they will have the opportunity to gain a foothold in the hive. The large amount of materials inside will become supplies for the greenskins. They can even create a tribe of greenskins here.

If the Skadi Fourth Regiment were not stationed in the main nest, the Blood Axes would not leave in fear. They would directly smash into the city and control the star port.

In any case, the tactical objective was achieved, but the only problem was that without the help of the 4th Skadi Regiment, the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment had to face an enemy they had never experienced.

The promethium smell of the orc engines was strong. Colonel Lane covered his nose and watched those things approaching. They relied on the close-range anti-cannons they carried on the upper level of the hive to stop the greenskins.

The colonel looked very good, because he found that the number of greenskins was much less than expected, and his troops could completely capture them. He had faced individual greenskin tribes, and the scale was not large, but apart from their individual strength, they could Remarkable, other problems are not too big.

The Imperial Guard has never been proud of their individual strength. Countless trenches and death await those greenskins. Timber guns and bolters are already waiting for them.

The firepower of the close-in defense artillery was not strong. It only destroyed dozens of green leather warehouses and caused those things to hit the surface of the hive city like roots. The buzzing sound of the drill was irritating. In just a few seconds, those things disappeared into the interior of the hive city. , crashing down from the upper level of the hive city hundreds of meters away.

"The 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment, aliens have entered the hive. Use trenches to delay. The staff of each company maintain morale. The non-commissioned officers pay attention to the greenskin assault." Ryan ordered his soldiers as always, but the seemingly simple order was actually It represents his trust in his soldiers.

With iron-like discipline, sandbag trenches stretching throughout the sub-hive were erected on the intricate streets of the hive city. In order to ensure the progress of the trench warfare, he had sent people to blast tens of thousands of houses, leaving only ruins. of rubble.

This is the courage of the Imperial Guard, and it is also the madness of mankind today. When Captain Bloodaxe was about to land on the ground, he felt the weight of the planet intimately, but found that the bunkers here had been smashed, and there was a thick black smoke. Continuously, several rows of trenches have blocked its path.

"Madmen, Xiami are all madmen, and I will not ruin my tribe like this."

Yes, such a choice brought a huge burden to the hive city, no doubt, but the loss of the buildings far outweighed the loss of the Imperial Guard. As long as the blasting did not damage the hive itself, it would be fine. After all, the hive city is "Treasures" that were gradually expanded during the Dark Ages of the Empire or the beginning of the Great Crusade.

This seemingly crazy place is actually the crystallization of the empire's civilization. Except for a few special worlds, no place can represent the essence of the empire more than the hive.

And Blood Ax will not be taken lightly. "Use the knife bullet from behind!"

He ordered, and the landing cabin that was landing next sprayed out a thick mist, almost filling the entire empty nest. The white things blocked all vision, and the light could not move too far forward, as if there was no light.

The former colonel, doctor, and veteran Lucas looked solemn. "Use the augury!"

The investigation team activated the antenna-like instrument, which emitted invisible radio waves. They looked at the instrument vigilantly and then answered. "Sir, the smoke hinders the detection, the entire detection range is red!"

ex-Colonel Lucas cursed. "Damn heretics, heavy firepower group, cross fire, no matter what, ensure the safety of the line infantry first."

Several heavy bolters roared with deafening roars of the Emperor, and the flames and secondary bursts of Imperial ammunition were embedded in the mist. Only the sound of flesh and blood exploding answered them.

But suddenly several short red lights came out of the fog, and former Colonel Lucas shouted. "Squiggly!"

That small green-skinned creature jumped forward, with a damn alien weapon flashing danger signals behind it. A violent explosion was about to appear, and under the cover of smoke, the distance between the soldiers and those little things was very close.

Although the laser gun hardly needs to think about the ballistics or shooting conditions of live ammunition weapons and can hit wherever you point it, it is still not easy to hit when it is extremely close.

Tens of meters, the distance between dozens of meters to the naked eye has become the life and death line for the Imperial Guard. Shoot, hit, or die if you fail. In the cruel war, in the long trench, explosions broke out, leaving only dark holes...

Human flesh and blood cannot block that powerful shock wave at all. Such explosive weapons are not enough to destroy the laser guns and bulletproof armor of the Imperial Guard, but the shock wave in the air can destroy their flesh. When the armor is intact, an Imperial Guard The members instantly became torn apart, and blood and flesh stained Lucas' face.

"Damn alien!"

He raised his bolter, just as he had done countless times before, and fired, accurately hitting the beasts in front of him that were approaching him. Those things exploded, leaving holes in the ground.

Nuts and holes appeared on the metal floor inside the hive, and the bloody meat grinding war had just begun. With the unique sound of green skin, a cry called waaaagh appeared. Lucas looked at the dead Imperial Guard members on the ground. Shouted iron-bloodedly. "Keep shooting!"

Explosive tactics caused the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment to lose a full two-tenths of its soldiers. Although they were an infantry regiment, they were also the real elite of this world. A powerful force forged in iron and blood, they lost their front row. Xia Calmly and the greenskins got into a flesh-and-blood battle.

Bayonets and machetes touched, those ugly green-skinned creatures collided with the Empire's loyal legions, hot guns and cold knives, because the smoke caused the Imperial Guard to completely lose the extremely strong tactical depth they were proud of. In order to delay the Greenskins, Parr Soldiers from the 143rd Regiment of the Tolia Guards chose close combat.

The greenskins are not those weak aliens in the Imperial Guard manual that can be eliminated by a set of CQC (close combat). All the soldiers in this regiment know it very well, but they still generously serve. In order to ensure the lethality, the soldiers in the back row stand and face each other. Set fire before.

That's right, set fire, the whizzing sound of hundreds and thousands of laser guns brought the flames to scorch the bodies of the loyal soldiers of the empire and the bodies of the greenskins. Driven by the will, there are still countless loyal soldiers in the front row. Use your body as a sandbag to hinder enemy attacks.

The battle was delayed, the greenskins were held back by the war of attrition, and Colonel Lane's style of conduct was profoundly interpreted in his troops. Death, sacrifice, human life and the houses bombed into ruins in the hive were all victory. A necessary bargaining chip.

If there were no soldiers to hinder the progress of the greenskins, then the battle losses would be even more exaggerated. Even if it took the loss of a member of the Imperial Guard to kill three greenskins, they would still move forward.

Captain Bloodaxe was wearing special goggles in the smoke. He could see the battlefield through the smoke. He had no idea that humans still had good morale after experiencing explosions and dared to fight hand-to-hand with greenskins. The humans he met It is rare to see such discipline and terrible morale. If he did not understand human beings extremely well, he would not believe that such a battle would occur.

However, Blood Ax's tactics are indeed very good. Scrooge's precise olfactory guidance makes them the vanguard of the greenskins, destroying the enemy's morale with the help of the mist, and then the machete boy kills the enemy with thrusts and slashes.

He has no disadvantages, and even won several victories in the wars with his fellow greenskins. The smoke bomb formula he obtained from the special operations boy is his favorite method...

Now it has been replaced by human beings who rely entirely on human life...

He was a little angry. The war could not turn into a war of attrition. His tactical literacy told him this.

"Big plan, big guys, big things, come on, trample them to death!"

He looked at the communicator and said strange words, but in the mist were two huge creatures, covered in thick armor and covered with red fuel, as well as the battle flag of the Snakebite clan and a huge garbage cannon. Standing upright on the back of the creature, the green-skinned creature held a long animal control clamp and shouted.

"Big beast, move quickly and crush those shrimps to death!"

The huge behemoth Scrooge was a head bigger than Lemanus. It made constant vibrations when it stepped on the ground. Its roar penetrated the fog and made the soldiers of the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment tremble.

At this moment, Colonel Lane was sitting on the chimera from the upper nest and came down, but he saw the terrifying giant beast advancing on the battlefield.

"God Emperor!" Even a noble like him couldn't help but sigh, that kind of terrifying alien monster.

He turned on the communicator. "Retreat immediately and give up the war of attrition! Don't let the whole army be annihilated!"

But it was too late. The huge creature could kill a platoon of Imperial Guards with just one charge, but the laser gun had little effect on it...

Ryan said with a rare expression of despair. "O Emperor and all his saints...can someone save this world?"

After the sound fell, when the Imperial Guard was losing money, dozens and hundreds of missiles hit the bodies of those giant beasts, dozens of magnetic rails bombarded the armor of those giant beasts, and came from the communicator sound.

"Flaxia 113th Regiment, come and report."

Dozens of slightly strange "Lemanus", "Gelade", and "Chimera" came to the vicinity of the battlefield, providing support at the limit of visual distance!

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer was sitting on the hull of the hammer... "Lemanus". "Colonel Lane, it seems that our cooperation has just begun."

"To the Emperor and his old man, show those greenskins who is the master of war!" (End of Chapter)