Chapter 146 The Imperial Guard’s Counterattack The Roaring Poison Blade
Forest, if you want to use this word to describe the most prosperous technological city in the empire, it must be a bit wrong, but the second lieutenant can feel that primitive killing is growing here. At this moment, this hive city is no different from the forest, just reinforced concrete, fine gold pottery Steel replaced the grass and trees, and asphalt and fill replaced the rotting leaves.
Smoke and war, death or fate intersect in this narrow place. The ensign had to admit that the Emperor was caring for him. The intelligence brought by the brave technical priest was not bad. He knew the Mechanicum's base in this city. The power of the army still remains, and it is those loyal members of the Mechanicus who hinder the progress of the Chaos Space Marines.
The second lieutenant wanted to express his respect to them, and was glad that he did not agree to the bombing. If the bombing really came as scheduled, the Chaos traitors might not suffer much loss, but the Mechanicus would definitely be injured.
The second lieutenant was also afraid. If the Mechanicus here had completely fallen, then his obstruction would actually be a bit unnecessary. His responsibility would be too great. Any judgment would determine the direction of the war and the lives of hundreds of millions of people. His body sitting in the sentry was therefore Also trembling slightly.
He is just a mortal, his wisdom is nothing, this time the Emperor is blessing him, but how far can he go?
Whether she is a loyalist or a traitor, the second lieutenant doesn't know who she depends on, and he doesn't dare to bet the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment on it. In this regard, he and Alan Bair are actually at odds with each other.
If Alan Bayer were here, he would definitely order the soldiers to conduct a blitzkrieg to tear apart the enemy's defenses before the enemy could form a complete defense project, but the second lieutenant spoke.
"Go to the Adeptus Mechanicus and we will unite with the Skitarii of this world."
It was a safe bet that he couldn't go on, those crazy decisions and plans that sent the brothers charging, because fate was endlessly demanding, mortal souls or something else.
He is imitating Alan Bair, but he can't do it. He doesn't have the assistance of the chief of staff and the protection of Bordeaux. Although the 113th Falakxia Regiment and the Imperial Guard are his powerful shields, he can't let go. Lose those different crazy sanities.
He was cowardly, but it was not a mistake, it was just fear. It was human nature. The feeling after relaxation. The second lieutenant was still more like an Imperial man and conservative than Alan Bair.
He does not have that kind of blade-like aura and urgent war art. The main reason is that the wars Alan Bayer has experienced are all in desperate situations. If he fails once, what awaits mankind is cut off, supplies, food, and even life.
The malice shown by the universe towards the lieutenant colonel was clearly demonstrated in his tactics. Whatever others did to him, he would return it all.
Malice and war will always be the theme song of this miserable world. The second lieutenant is deeply aware of the benefits of blitzkrieg, but he also hesitates because of it. Those tragic attacks are still vivid in his mind.
He listened to the restless pace of military boots and approached the core area of the city. At this moment, they must be surrounded by soldiers and traitors lurking here.
They need to open camps and roads to accommodate refugees. It is hard to imagine that the brown paper used to pickle pickles is really useful at this moment. The people attacked by the angels urgently lack peace of mind. They are worried that they will be abandoned by the master of mankind. If it were not for the Imperial Guard , they might all commit suicide to prove their loyalty.
Sad, deplorable, and... stupid, those poor people, the ensign's eyes flashed with pity in the cockpit, and then he quickly continued to direct his compatriots to move forward.
The 12th Gray Gallon Regiment was containing and shrinking in an orderly manner. Chimeras, heavy bombs, and logging guns formed a battle line covering the city like a net. Following the advance of Skadi's only regiment, The situation is getting better and better, the loyal people are saved and the traitors start to fall back.
The second lieutenant looked at the tactical tablet temporarily given to him. In just half a day, half of the city fell into the hands of the Imperial Guard, but he was still uneasy. They had killed less than five people during this period. The traitors were deliberately avoiding it. What were they preparing? ?
They are like invisible clouds covering this place. If according to the second lieutenant's understanding, the traitors should consider the number of people. When occupying a large amount of land, the Space Marines will be scattered. If they need to resist the Imperial Guard, they need to shrink their defenses.
But in this case, they will fall into passivity. Although the Space Marines have powerful power, the scattered Space Marines should be even more powerful. They can destroy everywhere in the world...
The second lieutenant didn't know very well, but he had to go to support the Mechanicus first. Those Skitarii would be a very important force.
"March at full speed, the enemy has no will to fight."
He ordered so, marching neatly and hurriedly, the sound of running footsteps echoed in the city. The arrival of the Imperial Guard became the salvation of the desperate loyal residents, but fewer and fewer people crawled out of the ruins. There is no doubt that those bloody things What is being slaughtered, but why are mortals being slaughtered here?
Now that time is running out, they should seize the opportunity instead of wasting it on entertainment...
Under those restless feelings, the second lieutenant came to the base. It was a huge military camp equipped with void shields and tarantula automatic turrets. The powerful firepower was enough to resist most invasions. The servitors held electromagnetic pulse flintlock guns, powerful The piercing power can break through the defenses of a Chaos Space Marine.
The place has been reduced to rubble, with buildings collapsed and the ground dented. The Chaos Space Marines are also attacking here, and those who are loyal can't hold out for long.
The smell of blood had an irritating feeling mixed with promethium. The second lieutenant asked the troops to hide among the ruins and wreckage because he saw someone he didn't want to see, the red angel.
He had seen this damn heretic on Chimera before. Even though his power armor had not been modified much and he was not as rough as his other heretic brothers, he was definitely the most damned and stupid one.
He held a chain sword and commanded the attack. His authority and dignity made his command as one and absolute obedience. Those Chaos Space Marines picked up the order they once had. The supermen covered each other, several groups, and difficult to break up. The military line became their core for containing the firepower of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The steel armor cast by the empire for them hindered the penetration of shots, and the terrifying skirmish line that almost surrounded the entire building was something that commanders could not even imagine.
The reason why the empire's current regiments fight in dense trenches is because there will be deserters in the Imperial Guard. If you find that your comrades suddenly disappear, your mentality will also be shaken, and the call of the staff will also be interrupted because of the skirmishers. It is difficult to hear clearly, and you will begin to doubt the rationality of the empire and even betrayal. Only the stability of comrades can make soldiers feel peaceful.
The command area is surrounded by the operational range of the Imperial Guard, but the Space Marines are different. They have strong wills and can fight in skirmishes. Large-scale artillery fire and dense firearms are not effective against them, especially the flintlock guns of the Mechanicus. Powerful shooting weapons have many shortcomings. For example, if there are too few servitors, the shooting power will decrease. If the number of enemies is small, the accuracy will be poor.
The complete suppression of tactics made the Mechanicus passive. If this fortress was not strong, they would probably have died. But why did the traitors need this camp, and even abandoned most of the city because of this.
The second lieutenant looked at the battlefield. The situation was unthinkable. Skadi's only regiment was in the enemy's blind spot and could be taken by surprise. He drove the sentry to stand up, and his huge body stood erected among the reinforced concrete forest.
"Shoot! At the enemies of the Empire!"
"For the Empire!"
Deflagration, plasma and explosive bombs, those restless things roared to greet the Chaos Space Marines. The Ensign's mecha was almost overheated when it shot the enemy, but the situation was not necessarily good. The power of the shooting was powerful, but the Chaos Space Marines The scattered soldiers made the shooting less lethal.
Just like whack-a-mole, overflow or insufficient firepower is everywhere. It is difficult for soldiers to plan how many people to shoot a traitor, and such waste has become the prerequisite for the Space Marines to react.
The volley only killed five or six traitors, and those absurd servants of Chaos looked at the Skadis. In their demigod nerves, the Skadis were slow in their movements and their skills were OK, but they lacked experience and the explosive bombs were therefore Coming roaring.
The first platoon of loyal soldiers fell, losing... 30 men!
The strength of the Space Marines forged by the Human Empire is intimidating, not to mention that this time they have picked up the tactics from the Chapter era, interspersing, cooperating, and the Assault Space Marines using their flying jump packs to spray forward.
The ensign calmly used the sentry's huge body to hold back the demons wielding chain swords, but the single-molecule blade was not without threats to him, and wounds soon appeared on the sentry's big feet.
The ensign had to admit that his command failed this time. He was nervous. Promethium and machine oil flowed from his mecha. If he could not defeat the three assault space marines in front of him, he would die.
"Heretic!" fired explosively, but the jetpack and the reflexes of a demigod felt like swatting flies. They skillfully avoided the deadly heat ray. At the same time, the rest of Skadi's only group also faced such difficulties, Assault on the Stars The warriors and tactical squads gave the Imperial Guard a taste of what it was like to be an enemy of the Empire.
This is the true strength of the Space Marines. In an instant, the Lieutenant's heroic words and will were completely shattered by the strength of the angels, and the chain sword also saw off his sentry's right foot at this moment. He lost his balance and moved toward He fell on one side, and those silent giants just looked at him, like gods.
"It's over..."
The second lieutenant looked at those terrible things with a wry smile. This was his fate, his destiny, his tragedy and his decision. He did not regret it, but it was just that Skadi's brothers seemed to be held back by him. He should not hesitate. He should have planned better, but there is no second time in life, that's how life is.
But at this moment, he couldn't help but think about what was so noisy, the sound even drowned out the sound of the chain sword, which made people irritated!
But after a moment, he no longer had that thought, because the huge lady broke through the obstacles of countless houses and came forward, accelerating the roar of the giant rocket main gun and cannon attachment, and that restlessness came too late!
He heard cheers, soldiers shouting. "The Poison Blade! It's the Emperor's Poison Blade!"
Next, a full-speed Chimera hit the supermen. The Assault Space Marines could only rely on mobility to escape and gave up the attack on the second lieutenant. At this moment, the poison blade opened the way, the Hydra tank, Lemanus (and some It's fake, this thing is because of the greed of every poor lieutenant colonel) who joined here as fire support.
The steelmen formed a shield, and the ensign listened to the sound coming from the communicator. "The evacuation is done well, but sometimes you are too arrogant. Boy, you can rely on my sister and me."
The ensign knew the voice. "Miss Captain, I have to admit that you are quite charming sometimes, especially when you are driving the Emperor's Baneblade to save heroes..."
The captain adjusted the instruments in the Baneblade's commander's quarters and answered. "My mouth is very sweet, but my heart belongs to me. I will not agree to anyone other than a lieutenant colonel's confession to me."
"Also, aren't you a little immature to be a hero?"
The second lieutenant was suddenly pushed forward by the Chimera. He stuttered in response. He almost had an electric tone because of those gravels and the like. "What are your soldiers doing?!"
said the captain. "I brought your knight. If you had that Titan, wouldn't you be able to overcome your cowardice?"
Next, the engineering team skillfully connected the sentry to the modified Freedom Blade. The second lieutenant felt that his field of vision had become very high. From the frustration of lying on the ground, to now he could look down at the red pirate commander, war and The smoke of gunfire, the huge cities or the ruins of the walls are all visible, and why is the Adeptus Mechanicus pointing at his Titan and cursing?
The lieutenant raised the heavy melta cannons with his arms and fired fierce fury at several groups of Space Marines. This was revenge, revenge, for Skadi, and for the embarrassing thing just now.
His void shield became brighter under the attack of the Space Marines, but it still could not prevent his melt from melting those arrogant supermen. Under the cover of the Titan and the help of the poison blade, in just a moment, this place was destroyed. Empty.
The biggest problem still exists, that is, those space warriors fled into the ruins of the city, and the war engines were unable to pursue them.
The current strength of Skadi's only regiment cannot fight with them, although they are full of fighting spirit, strong will and well-equipped.
When the war ended, the second lieutenant leaned against the ruined walls and looked at this place with a little sadness. He should have negotiated with the Mechanicus, but now he was hiding here.
There is no clutter here, it is quiet and deserted, there are only traces of war and death. The second lieutenant took out his private collection of wild snake wine from his sentry, which was almost a good blend.
"You kid is still stealing food." The captain's arm suddenly put on his shoulder.
The ensign poured the wine on the ground. "I don't deserve it, I let my brothers die."
The captain said. "It was not you who made them die, but your hesitation. If you were one-third as decisive as a lieutenant colonel, victory would be close at hand."
"If you're really that into it, we're talking about dating, kid."
The second lieutenant blushed. It had to be said that he was still at the age when he was in love, so there was nothing he could do about it.
"Yes, sir!" He replied. Maybe in this dark universe, only moments like this are still good...
And next, the ensign knew that he needed to uncover why the Space Marines were obsessed with attacking the Mechanicum's base!
I said I didn’t want to write today, but I started writing anyway. Before I knew it, I wasn’t used to being free anymore.
I'm still not happy to be asked for the same thing as popular fans in terms of recommendations, because I write about Warhammer, and its commercial value is definitely not as good as those of Naruto, Pirates, Marvel, etc. But thinking about it this way, do I think Warhammer is not as good as those stories? ?
Definitely not, but I also realize that I am writing under the grace of the Emperor. Perhaps without the efforts of the Imperial Guard, my story would have gone unheard.
I can’t deny that I’m poor at business writing. Even though I try to ignore it, the reality is that the starting point is a very utilitarian platform, not a place for me to express myself.
I am not a genius. My journey is full of difficulties. I can’t count how many bytes I have. When I think I am getting better, the reality is still a wake-up call.
Now I realize that I have to put aside most of my fantasies and face this matter head-on, that is, online writing does not exist for good stories, but I am still naive. Unless my soul dissipates in subspace, until then, I am still naive. I will maintain my innocence until my own end comes.
Only the eye of the storm seems peaceful, and I will not be satisfied. I will still ask for my thoughts, try to move forward, and seize opportunities, even if my writing road is bumpy.
(End of chapter)