Chapter 150: Falakxia’s Redemption, why is the second lieutenant fighting against the Chaos traitors?
In order to prevent the enemy from bombing the armored forces, most of the Poison Blades and Lemanus were parked in hidden spots about one kilometer away from the castle. This range could not only ensure support anytime and anywhere, but also prevent enemy attacks. However, Now that the machine soul has completely failed, the 113th regiment of Falaksia has become entangled in just one kilometer of road.
As the Imperial Guard, they cannot abandon their armored vehicles, but as brothers of the only regiment of Skadi, they must also save their friends who are in distress.
And even the basilisk cannot fire projectiles. In the continuous experiments of the Pangia sub-armored regiment, those shells still cannot be fired, and even the basilisk's muzzle cannot be twisted. Those war equipment driven by machine soul and source power are almost useless. It's like death, but the rougher things are still useful.
"Artillery... ready, ready?" cluttered voices roared, and the captain immediately approached the only radio that could communicate with his comrades, listening to the already messy and even chaotic sounds.
"The bombardment cannot be launched, the machine spirit is unhappy, the bombardment failed! The bombardment failed!"
"Requesting for intelligence, requesting for frontline intelligence." She kept reporting, but at this moment the information was completely invalid. After confirming that the radio communication was shut down, the captain of Falakxia fell into thinking.
They are not far from the main battlefield, but they are not good at individual combat effectiveness. Simply approaching will only increase casualties.
Looking at the radio equipment mounted in the Salamander command tank, the captain felt helpless for the first time. Falakcia was not Skadi's army. They had never experienced the terrifying silence in the forest world, as if this world Only my own feelings remain.
They have never fought such a war. Although they have a long experience of self-protection and surviving the siege of aliens, those things are worthless in the face of a real war.
Communication is the lifeblood of war, information is blood, and communicators are blood vessels. Without those things to transport war news, the entire war machine will wither because there is no nutrition. Compared with no supplies, the fear caused by silence even exceeds the usual pressure. .
What is the situation now, what enemy are their teammates facing, has something invaded the empire, or have they become deserters?
Falakxia has experienced three hundred years of loneliness, but now that they really entered the battlefield, they couldn't bear it for even a few minutes. They were jealous, lonely, and afraid that this was not the fortress they were used to, but that they could be bombed and shelled by the enemy anytime and anywhere. , a small encampment invaded.
But they didn't have any information. It felt like suffocation, as if all the air in this world was suddenly sucked out.
"Emperor, what should we do? Should we leave or stay, should we explore or continue to hold on?" This question seems simple, but the captain kept talking to himself, but still did not find the answer. If the communication is good, the equipment will start , but they are not here, what if they neglect their duties and lose victory?
But if all the machines really shut down, did they let all their brothers and sisters die without knowing anything?
In addition to his own thoughts, the captain could also hear his comrades discussing whether to attack or stay behind, but everyone had different opinions. This was not a question of character, choice, right or wrong, but how to break such deathly tranquility.
"We should go to the front line. Our brothers and sisters are fighting thousands of meters away!" a non-commissioned officer shouted.
"No! The Imperial Engine is still here!" Another soldier retorted.
"Let the investigation team go out?" said a relatively reliable voice.
"No, the investigation team does not have the ability to report, and we do not have any monitoring methods. Someone leaving the army at this moment may..." The sergeant answered very cryptically, but everyone knew that the two unspoken words represented deserters.
At this moment, their psychological pressure is even greater than that of the front line, and they feel confused about what they should do and what they should do.
This is why Skadi is so much stronger than other legions, because each of them really knows why they are fighting and why they live. That will has become the foundation of Skadi, and all the surviving Imperial Guards Being accustomed to killing and silence in that terrible forest, this is absolutely crazy for the Imperial Guard. Maybe the Skadi soldiers are real madmen.
In the long history of human wars, very few troops can maintain the will to fight for a long time without completely losing contact with the center. But Skadi was cultivated because of Gondwa VI's silence and normal contact from time to time. Terrible morale.
Gondwa VI is like a special training ground, as if it is about to create such soldiers, the kind of melting pot trained by soldiers who are not afraid of silence, are not afraid of losing contact, and believe in themselves and their loyal troops.
But Falakcia couldn't do it. Although they were once lonely, the feeling was different, and the same was true for the Pangia Second Armored Regiment. Their restless hearts were filled with all kinds of messy thoughts.
If this continues, this unit will collapse on its own, because of the terror brought about by the tranquility, because of the complete tranquility of the dark forest, no notification from the infantry regiment, no shouts from comrades, no command, vehicle shutdowns, reduced combat effectiveness, and other complex factors. reason.
But in such despair, the captain suddenly raised his hand. "I hand over all the command authority to the commander of the Pangia sub-armored regiment, and I will take the communicator and go to find out the scope of this electromagnetic interference myself, report the situation to the headquarters and apply for support."
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In any case, no matter what the situation, the world will always need heroes, and now only people like the captain can make the comrades not doubt her departure, because no one has more rights and loyalty than her, and she can become a general, and Inheriting Falakcia's loneliness and expectations for three hundred years, she will never run away, whether it's for her own future or the consciousness of her predecessors.
The noisy military camp suddenly became quiet. The engineering team began to disassemble a full 20 kilograms of communication equipment. The logistics team filled the captain's tactical belt with food and ammunition. Others cast their eyes on the hero because they didn't know clearly. She didn't know how far she needed to go to reach the edge of this information blockade, and whether there were any enemies on the way, but the captain needed to walk those roads alone.
She blocked the madness and loneliness in her body. Even though she might be stronger than ordinary people, how could the madness not oppress her?
The captain said nothing. The soldiers of the two astral legions of Falaksia and Pangia could only salute the torchbearers carrying hope with the Sky Eagle Salute. The captain had to face the hopeless, long road and unknown destination. Where is the fear.
In the void, the Bordero was approaching the low-Earth orbit of the void. Alan Bair did not want to delay for too long. He had to find a way to land at the core of the battlefield quickly.
"Staff, what did the ground troops say?" He looked at the endless gray horizon on the window, as well as the restless traces of war, with craters and deaths clearly visible, but he couldn't be sure where the war was.
The staff officer replied. "The ground command said that all four Imperial Guard regiments were lost about thirty minutes ago. Now we are completely unable to determine the situation?"
Alan Beyer said. "The specific coordinates, I want the specific coordinates of the Adeptus Mechanicus camp!"
"We will go directly by transport plane!"
The staff officer replied. "But we don't know the enemy's configuration. If there is enough air defense, or we encounter an accident, we may even be shot by our own people for suddenly entering the Imperial Guard's airspace. Without intelligence and answers, we cannot conduct military operations!"< br>
Alan Bayer angrily smashed the window of Bordeaux's ship with his fist, looking at the damn ground below, wishing to cut those heretics into pieces, but was hindered by strange witchcraft, and the fist he smashed The captain heard that something was wrong when blood spilled out and even cracked the fine gold on the ship.
"My God Emperor, what are you doing to my beloved ship!" The captain stopped commanding and cursed Alan Bair. Even though they are indeed good comrades, it is absolutely not okay to mess with other ships!
Alan Bayer looked at his hand in surprise. Is this an adamantium deck? !
He immediately covered those things, things that might label him as a heretic, and said. "Bastard heretic!" Then he took out the relic pistol in low-power mode and fired a shot at that location.
The captain's heartbreaking shouting and their almost broken friendship barely covered up this abnormal situation.
Alan Bayer wiped away the cold sweat. He thought he could win an Oscar, but what had his body experienced? Is there something wrong with this power? Is it true that the orcs think that if you are strong, you will become really strong? Or the Emperor...or is he a mutant?
But he still tried his best to look normal. No matter what, he firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with him. He asked his staff again. "Is there really no signal? Not at all? Our direct communication with the war zone has also come to nothing?"
The staff officer could only nod, and Alan Bair frowned. "Prepare the transport plane, we can't wait any longer, otherwise the battle will inevitably become more terrifying."
The staff officer sighed. "There's no point in stopping you, right?"
Alan Beyer said. "That's right."
"Missing a good opportunity is equal to murder, not to mention that we are murdering our own relatives." For Alan Bayer, the Hoskadi people are the few relatives left in this dark universe, and they are the only ones left in the whole world. Just tens of thousands of people.
Soon, the tail of the transport plane streaked across the sky. The staff could never reach their thighs in this regard, but they were facing a new problem now, and they didn't know it.
If they were within 1,500 meters of the ground, Merovingian's ability would directly cause the transport plane to lose control and land, and then all the elite members of Skadi's regiment would die, including Alan Bair himself.
On the transport plane, although the radio was always on, people in the war zone could not answer. Even if they could answer, they did not know the scope of this terrible electronic ban.
At this moment, the transport plane pilot was reporting. "Close to the atmospheric orbit, enter, current altitude is three thousand meters, two thousand six, two thousand, one thousand eight, prepare to land, speed decreases."
After approaching the ground, the transport aircraft's jet obviously slowed down, the position of the variable jet nozzle switched to floating, and the descent speed also slowed down.
"One thousand seventeen, one thousand six, one thousand..." The fortress of the Mechanicus Empire began to loom underneath, and the flames and smoke of the battle could already be vaguely felt, but beyond the range of one thousand meters, such a feeling was actually not visible. It's not accurate, but Alan Beyer can feel that something is wrong?
The driver said. "Enter the range of 1,500 meters immediately. Everyone, prepare for landing. We will land on the ground in two minutes." The empire's elite equipment can be transported quickly during wartime. In reality, as long as the war situation is urgent, two minutes is not needed.
But the radio, which had been on all the time, suddenly spoke. "Please answer, please answer, this is...Fora...up...!"
A sudden voice echoed in the cabin. It was a female voice, firm, clear, but out of breath. Alan Bayer knew it. Although the radio waves sounded blurry, he still knew who it was.
"Stop the transport plane!" Alan Bayer shouted, and he walked to the communicator without stopping. "This is the first company of Skadi's only regiment. What happened, Captain!"
said the captain. "By the grace of the Emperor, where are you?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Landing in progress, we're right above you."
the captain shouted immediately. "Don't land! This place is being covered by terrible heretical witchcraft. Probably all the mechanical equipment within 1,500 meters of the Mechanicus castle will malfunction!"
Alan Bair shouted to the full channel of the communicator, ignoring that this sentence would even reach the command headquarters. "Stop, suspend, pull up!"
The pilot immediately activated the levitation, and he was also shocked. There must be more than one transport plane, otherwise it would not be able to carry three thousand troops. Many transport planes almost fell to the ground because they did not stop. Thanks to Alan Bayer's extremely fast reaction , and the Skadi people’s unconditional trust.
That kind of abnormal mechanical shutdown shocked Alan Bayer, and he immediately reported it to the radio. "Thank you, Captain, for saving us."
The captain said. "Sir, the second lieutenant is encountering difficulties. We have lost contact with the infantry regiment. I just walked outside the restricted area, otherwise I will not be able to contact you. Please, hurry up and save the second lieutenant."
Alan Beyer had only one sentence to answer. "Everyone, prepare your skydiving handles for some extreme sports today!"
After a while, flowers representing the emperor fell from the sky. The unexpected changes at the height made the red pirate Wengar immediately shout. "There is enemy support!" But because of the obstruction of the ensign's troops in the castle, they could not get closer.
But Alan Bair noticed that on the castle made of fine gold of the Mechanicus, the ensign was fighting a "rabbit-eared" Khorne can, which was a traitor Space Marine sergeant, and seemed to be the commander of the assault force? There is also a circle of Space Marines from the assault force nearby, who pull away the Imperial Guard defenders, forming a "dueling field" composed of human flesh on the high apron.
He couldn't help but comment. "Advisor, is he fighting a Space Marine in a duel?"
The staff officer looked at the second lieutenant being lifted up by the Space Marines and answered immediately. "It seems, no, he is about to die!" Alan Bair immediately took out his weapon and followed the gravity to fall downwards. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This kid is still able to play. He doesn't even dare to fight 1v1 with the Space Marines. !
(End of chapter)