Chapter 111 Tunnel Battle Tunnel Battle Killed Thousands of Orcs
If there is something that is the eternal theme of the Empire, then Alan Bayer will answer without hesitation, those who can do more work.
When he led his soldiers walking in the narrow, damp and cold underground, he hadn't seen the sun for about five or six days, and the psychological delusion of osteoporosis was enough to kill a mortal. Because of this, the empire has been reluctant to Responsibility for clearing the wrecked ships was given to the Astra Militarum.
But this does not mean that the Astra Militarum will not fight in tunnels. As an independent thing in the complex and messy world of the empire, hive cities are similar to the iconic buildings of the empire. I have never lived in a hive city in my life, no matter Even at the upper and lower levels, it is difficult to tell that you are an Imperial person (such as the Tau Alliance).
The tunnel is no stranger to the Fourth Skadi Regiment, and it is easy to figure out how to transform such a place. The battleship armor cannot be dug out, so it is blocked with orc debris, such as mud, and the orc household waste is used to cast gray walls and then fill them with metal. to increase intensity.
But we still can't expect this thing to have too much hit resistance or be a good cover, but in the dark hulk, it is an excellent camouflage.
In the dark underground world, those dark "walls" can completely allow orcs to fall into the surroundings of humans without noticing, and the smell of those things can also shield humans from being discovered by the sensitive noses of squiggle beasts.
The goal of all this plan is simply to disperse the Ork forces into small forces, waiting to be defeated one by one by the Space Marines. Thanks to Alan Bair's new equipment, which can provide him with psychic protection that far exceeds that of psykers, this A long period of stationing is required, and plans to move are in effect.
It is already difficult for the three psykers to replace the ability to drive themselves. Their heads are always troubled by the burden of psychic energy. However, some of the soldiers taken away by Alan Bayer have reduced a lot of pressure and reduced their psychic energy consumption and output. tends to be stable.
Now within the narrow, long, and damp interior of the hulk, the Imperial Guard were equipped to fight for extended periods of time, but they had no chance of stalling any longer.
The soldiers used engineer shovels to compact the walls, leaving shooting holes, and then covered them with dark cloth. Alan Bair tightened his coat and worked here amidst the smell of green skins and the uncomfortable temperament of the untouchables. It makes people want to escape from the pain.
To describe it, smelly socks are mixed with rotten eggs and fermented mushrooms. There is also an earthy smell and the "body odor" of soldiers who haven't showered in a long time.
Fortunately, the people working here are all people who have experienced real death, war, and pain. They are all veterans of the Imperial Guard, elite members of the Fourth Skadi Regiment. When One Eye attacked Karu City, they sat in the rainforest climate, A fierce man eating next to a rotting corpse.
They were male and female, old and young, but they all had the same look in their eyes. Resentment towards the aliens and loyalty to the empire were mixed in their bodies.
"Okay, after the reinforcement here is completed, go to the next tunnel. Follow me. Don't get separated. Don't be surprised if you see something you shouldn't see. Just use the power sickle to cut it."
Alan Bayer calmly ordered, and they have repeated this action again and again during this period, so that they are familiar with it, but Alan Bayer still keeps repeating not to leave themselves, because subspace is never a good thing.
He is like a parent looking after his children, and he is also the leader of the Fourth Skadi Regiment. These two identities overlap. There is no doubt that he is one of the few officers in the empire who truly cares for his soldiers, and he is also the true true love of the empire. 's mainstay.
This is why the proud Space Marines still agree with the Astra Militarum and their actions, and are also willing to bear the blade in this tunnel deployment.
There is no reason for lack of respect. It was the Skadi Fourth Regiment that showed the courage to live to death and the courage to take real action. Only then will the Destruction Falcons give them the respect that matches their actions.
The rustling footsteps of soldiers still echo here. There are still a few gorges that can turn the tunnels that the orcs are accustomed to into a maze. They are built according to the veins of the hive's pipes. Even if they have lived there for hundreds of years, it is difficult to recognize them. Out direction, unless they are also from the hive.
"Is this the last one?" Alan Bayer wiped his sweat. It was difficult to sweat in such a cold place. The underground life made him uncomfortable, but war was not comfortable in the first place.
The detonators buried in the ground, carrying the Emperor's wrath, would tell the greenskins who invaded the human world that this was not a good place to be.
The lieutenant here reports. "All installed, for the Emperor."
Alan Bair nodded, which means that no matter what, half of the orcs on this hulk will disappear during this period. No matter who wins the war between the orcs, the Imperial Guard will become their harvester. Of course, he hopes that Snakebite will win. , so that he will kill the boss Gough on the hulk and return to the camp to be killed by them.
It can be said that a mantis stalks a cicada...
A sinister smile flashed across Alan Bayer's face. After all, he had never been merciful when dealing with aliens.
"Very well, we..."
Pat, pat, before the words were finished, footsteps came from the tunnel. It was not the sound of Imperial military boots. Alan Bair immediately gestured with sign language. The silence here was terrifying at the moment. Only the Imperial Guards ambushing behind the dark wall could use it. Looking into the distance of the tunnel with night vision goggles.
The messy sounds followed, which were the low Gothic language of the orcs. Those things came slowly, in large numbers, and they were obviously victorious. After all, the largest one among them, the war leader wearing countless animal teeth and leather, was intact. Undamaged, he was still holding a ferocious giant orc head in his hand.
Alan Bair thought at this moment that, with the Emperor's blessing, they were extremely lucky, and this place was so narrow that the troublesome giant beasts bred by the orcs could not enter, and could only stay in the beast barrier outside.
The orcs were getting closer and closer. Their line was long, three in a row, and very dense. The orcs seemed to be in high spirits, although there were many whose arms had just been reattached or whose wounds were obvious. It seemed that they had experienced a painful war and the corpses of their own race had been hung. On their bodies, the teeth are linked into necklaces and hung around their necks, and even the Grots have squiggly flesh to eat.
That kind of wealth can be felt even by humans, but their good luck ends here. But in the middle of the orc team, there is a one-person high cart covered by cloth and covered with various orc decorations. During the war, Next to the leader, the way the orcs feared and admired that thing made Alan Bair feel something was wrong.
But how could the alien wait? He lowered his body and spoke in sign language.
[Guerrilla warfare, follow, notify the Astartes and the base. 】
The soldiers reacted quickly, quietly and deadly, just like in the forest. The incendiary explosives made of promethium were ready, and there were two terrifying flamethrowers. Bloodshed was about to happen here.
The correspondent turned on the device and pressed the button. The chattering sound echoed in the camp. The Space Marines picked up their weapons, and the staff began to arrange an ambush. The orc team was huge, and they were like ants returning to their nest, wandering on different roads.
The noisy and noisy sounds were inversely proportional to the extremely quiet Astartes and the Imperial Guard. The orcs walked haphazardly in a place that was completely unknown to them, and gradually found themselves in a dead end.
Warboss Behemoth complained. "I'm in a good mood today, but that boy is leading the way?! I'm going to eat him today!"
Having just experienced the war, Waaaghboss is still full of violence. The kid who hit the gun at this time will naturally be unlucky, but the Scrooge they owe did find something wrong and lowered his damn head, looking for it.
"Well, our Tiaotiao, what are you doing?" The scouting orc lowered his head and looked at it. Alan Bair was watching from a distance around the corner, feeling bad.
"Start."
the soldier replied. "It hasn't reached the maximum range of destruction yet?"
"No way, I was discovered. I was too anxious and didn't do the breath treatment. Damn it, start it."
The soldier pressed the detonator and the squigg suddenly screamed, the scout orc yelled. "There's something fried..."
Rumbling, violent explosions with bright promethium flames. The Imperial Guard turned off their night vision goggles early and looked at the bright tunnel with their naked eyes. Behind the exploded earth wall was Aspen, who was holding a storm bolter. Tate…
"Bury!" Before the surviving orcs could say anything, the sound of violent bombs embedded in flesh and blood was heard. The two Astartes smashed the flesh and blood like meat grinders, and at this moment, there were also sounds in the corners. The Astartes warrior god armed with a powered scythe blocked the advance of the god of death.
This was what had been prepared in advance. The remaining orcs noticed something was wrong. When they retreated, the Imperial Guard had blocked the back. Violent flamethrowers and explosive weapons were fired, and there were people at the rear of the Imperial Guard who continued to refill ammunition and put new weapons in. Pass it to the comrades in front who have run out of ammunition.
There was no fire gap and no bunker. In the fierce firepower, only a few of the most powerful and fierce bosses and war bosses were still standing, and the giant beast shouted. "Xiami!?"
"You bad guys, are you here to attack me? If you want to fight, I'll be with you anytime! Bastards!"
He charged forward angrily and crazily, with frightening force. The Dark Age materials on his body and the structure embedded in his flesh provided him with the top-level defense of an orc individual soldier, possibly even stronger than the Terminator armor.
The other bosses are pretty much the same. The convenience provided by the Space Hulk is simply indescribable. If the orcs here were in other worlds, they could easily rely on this set of equipment to rule the greenskins of a world. This is why the orcs in the space hulk are The tribe is more dangerous and terrifying.
But he is not a fool. The place where he charges is the Imperial Guard, which has the strongest firepower but the weakest defensive blockade. The giant beast is very smart. Even when facing Xiami, who has not seen him again for hundreds of years, he is still calm and deadly. .
But what is incomprehensible is that even under such circumstances, he used his body to protect the strange cage, hung the chain of the cage trailer around his waist, and carried the weight to escape and break through.
Alan Bair and the staff were observing with equipment. They wanted to order a retreat, but in such a situation, the orc must be taken down even if there were dead people. Colonel Lane also understood this. The 4th Skadi Regiment and Partoria The commander of the 143rd Guards Regiment shouted at the same time.
"The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment!"
"The 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment!"
"We must not let go of those aliens!"
Imperial Guard soldiers erupted in shouts that shook the entire tunnel. "For the Emperor!"
Even if dozens or hundreds of people were to die, they took out their power weapons, even if they were to be shattered into pieces, for the sake of the Empire, for the sake of the Emperor, this monster must be kept here.
Sacrifice and enlightenment are already destined when they are willing to use their slender souls to cross the endless night of the empire. Once they are ready, even if they are asked to sacrifice or die, they will happily accept it.
But no matter how heroic, the three of them, Staff Officer, Alan Beyer, and Ryan, would never feel comfortable ordering their brothers and sisters to sacrifice for the sake of justice. But war can never be won by investing 3 people in exchange for 1 person, and constantly pulling out battle losses. .
If we don't sacrifice today and wait for the orcs to pay attention to humans and form a regular and organized counterattack on the hulk, the death will only become greater.
"For the emperor..." Alan Bair couldn't bear to put down the observation device. He wished he could fight the orc leader, but as a commander, he could only endure it.
The empire needs him, Skadi needs him, his hometown needs him, and even this regiment still needs him. Responsibility has bound Alan Bair. Although he still loves adventure, fighting, and looks forward to peace and rest, as an imperial officer , there are too many things he can't do.
Listening to the roar of the orcs echoing in the tunnel at this moment, Alan Bair's heart sank to the bottom. He sighed. As an Imperial Guard, he was tired.
But before such emotions arose, the staff officer shouted. "Angel! Red-headed angel!"
Alan Bair immediately pushed away the staff officer and looked into the telescope. In the blurred narrow field of vision, the scarlet warrior helmet and the logo of the Destruction Eagle Chapter, the Space Marine sergeant stood in front of the Imperial Guard.
"Mortal, go quickly." He crossed his power sickle and hammer on his chest, pressing against the huge beast-controlling pincers of the crazy orc boss.
The Imperial Guard retreated in an orderly manner and distanced themselves. Although they were unwilling to do so, they still recognized that the Emperor's Angel was great, so great that they would give up their honor to him.
The high-tech fine gold of the dark age and the position of destruction collided with each other, and the light drawn between destruction and solidity was enough to blind the eyes of mortals.
Alan Bair shouted. "Beat him! Beat that boss to death, Su... cough cough cough..."
"In the name of the Emperor!"
It has to be said that the Space Marine sergeant is indeed very skilled in martial arts. In the battle with the orc leader, he magnificently used the Emperor's loyal body blows to kick away the orc boss at a speed that a mortal could not see. Before the orc could react, , sickle and warhammer raised high.
Something with a destructive attitude smashed down, instantly cracking the head of the victorious leader. Amid the incredulous roars of the other orcs, they were fleeing, as well as being encircled and suppressed by the space warriors. The annihilation of the space hulk lasted for half a month. , the joint battle between the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, and the Space Marines came to an end...
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When the orc boss died, the thing in the cage woke up. It felt that its servant was dead, and a trace of its anger rose. The machine soul of the ship was mobilized, and distortions and weirdness continued to appear.
the psyker screamed. "Ah! Emperor! It's..." Then the head exploded, and even the lady who was divining with Alan Bair died instantly...
A weird atmosphere filled the entire tunnel. Something seemed wrong? (End of chapter)