Chapter 220 The final battle between trapped beasts
The expeditionary legion continued to advance, and the traitor troops were retreating steadily. Most of them believed that they had lost their advantage and evacuated from the castle starport. At the same time, countless ships were destroyed by the empire's loyal warships, and beautiful flames glowed in the void.
In the end, while a small amount of resistance still existed, the 143rd Partoria Regiment, the 36th Partoriya Regiment, the 17th Varea Infantry Regiment, the 1st Ideon Armored Regiment, and the 1st Panlan Armored Regiment In the afternoon the impregnable Utton fortress was captured.
Since the war began, for more than two months, the Revenge Expeditionary Army has been on the offensive side. The Militilia rebels are more willing to stick to their positions and conduct defensive operations. In addition to launching counterattacks to regain lost ground when necessary, or to attack the Expeditionary Army Apart from surprise attacks on the front, the rebels took no offensive action.
But just after such a sacrifice from the alien, the strategic situation changed. When Colonel Lane's Partoria 143rd Army approached the second line of defense from the north, it would encounter the enemy's first offensive since the war began.
But what followed was a high-cost precision strike by the powerful armored forces and the destruction of the shield by the void battleship. The traitors were surprised that their trusted governor did not activate the weapon, but in just an instant, many commanders realized that the previous equipment The slowness is not an illusion.
The "rumor" that the Governor was dead burned like wildfire in the dry grasslands, destroying the will and aspirations of most of the traitors, and crushing their remaining expectations. If they had won before, with the help of the Governor, they would still be the superiors. Now, all that awaits them is death and the merciless judgment of the Empire.
It can even be said that the defections caused by morale problems are greater than the loss of manpower caused by the Imperial Guard's attack. If they had stuck to their posts and at least fired a few shots to resist, the war would not have been so smooth.
Finally, during the bombing, the seemingly indestructible adamantine wall collapsed, and Colonel Lane gave the order to rest. The soldiers were relieved. Surrounded by armored vehicles, accompanied by Lemanus, Chimera, Basilisk, Hydra, and many others, The "monsters" who keep them safe.
Now that the adamantine wall has been reduced to rubble, the towering and powerful orbital defense equipment has been dismantled by the angels using melta and bombs. Victory is so close at hand that the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to joke, how many more days can the enemy last? Or hours.
It's not that they are arrogant, but this war is indeed easier than they imagined. They don't know the dedication of the officers, nor the help of the aliens. They only feel that this operation is devastating and vigorous, and those traitors are even more unbearable. hit.
For the first time, they felt the battlefield as described in the Ministry of Military Affairs manual. It was relaxed and there were very few deaths. War seemed to be a matter of course, although the soldiers were still vigilant.
But when the demihuman auxiliary legion brought a cauldron full of aroma, the soldiers were already salivating at the hot stews that humans should eat. A small amount of cod meat, vegetables, starch crops, protein, starch, Vitamins are available.
When picking up pots and pans, some even used helmets to pick up the ones that were not available. No one on the battlefield paid much attention to them. Many people even thought that dandruff was also a kind of seasoning.
The hungry, battered soldiers who had been on a forced march in the afternoon and witnessed a bombardment by battleships and tanks had little to find fault with.
As the saying goes, they are worse than homeless people. Looking at it now, they may be worse than stray dogs.
In the command-type Salamander tank, Colonel Lane looked at the trenches they crossed. Partoria's soldiers were orderly cleaning up the cruel battlefield here. Death and collapse seemed worthless to those Predator warriors, and gorgeous. Their appearance is different. They are highly disciplined and not afraid of death. Although they are not as famous as Krieg, they are also the backbone of the empire.
The soldiers came with hot soup. Colonel Lane reached out from the top of the tank, holding the iron bowl like a dog bowl and slowly stirring its insides with an easily broken spoon that was a light industrial product of the empire.
The quality and quantity of the meat and ingredients are better than those of ordinary soldiers, but they are only at the normal level. This is still the level after the Sun Lord took over the agricultural world in Alan Bair, which is disappointing.
The war left only a mess here. Wearing a red and white dress-like military uniform, Colonel Lane sat on the head of the Salamander tank in an extremely unruly manner. This was something that the noble boy before would never do. At least the engine oil had been removed. His ornate military uniform was filthy.
his lieutenant asked. "My lord, do you regret joining the expedition?"
Colonel Lane shook his head. "I just think that the steak and red wine that I was tired of eating should only be kept until now and distributed to the soldiers who fought bloody battles."
"Just give me those cod fish soup. I don't need so many good things. I'm just talking behind the scenes." He sighed. As a newly promoted commander, he relied on his relationship with the Sun Lord to rise to the top. A status that generals may not have.
Those who dislike him will also shut up and disappear, and his family will be able to rest easy for the next few hundred or even millennia, because he is the "friend" of the supreme ruler of the Astra Militarum and a reserve member of the High Lords Council. .
At least we are comrades...
This makes him not used to it. He is not a good person, but now he relies on things like one person to achieve enlightenment, chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven...
The pride in his bones prevents him from allowing himself to be like this, but his powerlessness on the battlefield seems to prove this. He is not as good as the hero who destroyed the Eagle, and he is not as good as Kane. There are very few things he can do now. .
"How's the situation with the Master Chief?" he asked.
The lieutenant answered from inside the Salamander. "Still on standby on the wall that has not completely collapsed. We have established radio communication. He feels that the world is not completely safe yet."
The colonel dug in the last morsel of food. "Intuition? It's hard to evaluate their vigilance. OK, call the soldiers up and the war starts again."
The adjutant turned on the radio at this moment, but before he spoke, a familiar voice spoke. "Colonel, this is the Eagle of Destruction, the enemy is coming..."
Colonel Lane asked incredulously. "Direction?"
the Master Chief replied. "38 o'clock direction."
The colonel picked up his telescope, and the slightly noisy dust and black smoke from the fuel already represented the situation.
Although the rebels had previously abandoned the northern defense line and the entire outer wall without firing a shot, they organized an armored force in the area between the northern defense line and the core defense line.
Yes, the rebels have assembled a considerable armored reserve in the first residential area of the castle, using a large number of Lemanus main battle tanks, Chimera armored personnel carriers, Salamander self-propelled artillery and Griffin self-propelled heavy mortars and their The crew members were specially preserved and concentrated here to prepare for a counterattack against the Revenge Expedition Army.
For some reason, the rebels, who had seemed like lost dogs before, suddenly made up their mind to give the group army a hard blow while they were leaving their strong trenches and resting in the open ground.
Now that the Partorians have occupied the temporary position, the forward observation posts in the area reported hearing a large number of enemy vehicles moving. Moreover, when testing the enemy's intentions, the enemy's interference bombardment also increased. It was obvious that they were Prevent reconnaissance operations.
Before arriving, the colonel believed that the rebels might launch a counterattack in some areas, so he replenished the forward regiment, rested and adjusted, and prepared to order everyone to be on standby at night to prepare for battle.
But now, the soldiers quickly dug a new trench (most of this trench was just a shallow trench) and prepared laser rifles to face the traitor's attack.
The first to arrive were rebel artillery shells. First, test projectiles fell in all directions, and then concentrated fire poured on the position of the 143rd Partoriya Regiment. The barrage came like a stormy sea.
The heavy artillery shells were mixed with smoke bombs, which emitted thick white smoke and obscured the entire battlefield. The enemy then launched the first wave of attacks under the cover of the smoke screen.
The traitor drivers stepped on the accelerator, and the tanks and armored personnel carriers rolled over the rugged ruins. Behind them, the stars were just about to set, and the bright moon rose palely behind the dust kicked up by the attackers.
When the rebel attack formation reached the defensive position, the enemy's shelling stopped,
The cars kept coming closer, the sound of their engines cutting through the smoke, sounding like hell's blacksmith shop opening up.
Those tanks fired artillery at the front trenches, and the shells exploded one after another in the crowded trenches, leaving bloody holes one after another.
The entire front was in panic. There were reports of sightings of tanks and Chimera armored personnel carriers everywhere. The enemy troops were advancing step by step. Their infantry jumped off Chimeras and tanks, chanting blasphemous slogans and holding bayonets and axes in their hands. and machete, charging recklessly at the Imperial soldiers.
The troops responded with laser rifles, heavy machine guns and heavy explosive shells, plus the assisting firepower of their own armor. However, when the rebel tanks fired at the trench, the trench was blown up in an instant, and tons of soil collapsed, destroying the entire The squad's soldiers were buried alive inside.
The rebels tore holes and hunted in packs like wolves. Bullets and tank shells swept across the ground. Because of the sudden attack, many Imperial engines were destroyed by the traitors, and thick black smoke was emitted.
"Damn it, can the armored regiment fight back?" The loss made Colonel Lane sad. It was poison, no doubt poison, but he was even more suspicious of who made those traitors have the idea of resisting. Those who fled in embarrassment before It is absolutely impossible for such a bold attack to come.
Partoria's legions and the traitors had been interacting with each other. Their overwhelming morale and will suppressed the cultists with uniform attacks. When the other side gave up the bombardment and expected to rely on infantry to seize the defense line, the Imperial Guard had to take a breather. .
But a large number of Lemanus are still the hatred of the Imperial Guard. The trenches are useless in front of the heavy main guns of the main battle tanks. They only have a choice between machine guns and being buried in the soil.
The enemy's core firepower chose the armored forces of the Imperial Guard for bombardment. The suppressive force brought by a large number of basilisks and griffon self-propelled artillery made it impossible for the huge armored forces to even adjust their axles.
"Armored troops, move quickly!" Colonel Lane yelled, but when those things filled with high-explosive bombs fell next to him, he had no time to complain. It was obvious that the Imperial Guard was pulled into an unexpected war environment. And the enemy's morale has also been well restored.
Such an unexpected surprise caught the Imperial Guard off guard. This was a forging world, and the firepower accumulated by the governor was fully used at this moment. In the face of such a war, the number of people actually didn't matter.
But without reinforcements, he had to hold the position with the troops at hand and was not allowed to retreat. However, the pressure on the Third Army was increasing. Colonel Lane knew very well that once the trench was breached, he would have no choice but to retreat or directly face the enemy. The enemy's spearhead.
All he could do now was to carefully preserve the few armored companies that had not yet engaged the enemy, and prepare to quickly establish a new line of defense around his command tank.
However, neither the Imperial Guard nor the traitors thought that besides them, there was another force in the world that could decide the fate of the war. The roar of the jetpack illuminated the entire battlefield like the loud voice of a falcon. Some soldiers couldn't help but look up. It was dozens of giants descending from the sky like angels in mythology.
However, the Destruction Eagle did not intend to land next to the Imperial Guard, but to go straight to the core of the enemy. After a crazy long-distance raid, the jetpack crossed the entire battlefield in two minutes. Its terrifying maneuverability was beyond the capabilities of any mortal troop. What is not available, at the same time, is how vulnerable those war machines that are not buried inside the trenches are to the Astartes.
They were destined to be used like this when the Emperor designed this special force. The armored vehicles began to withdraw, and some of the infantry who remained on the ground began to fight back, but they were treated only by the sound of explosive shells.
That was something that was difficult to describe as war. Those giants raised their arms and seemed silent to each other, but the division of labor was clear. The bombs instantly destroyed the heavy machine guns on the vehicles that threatened them, and then there were those annoying traitors.
It's hard to imagine that those huge arms can swing so fast that there is an afterimage. Even the best Imperial Guard soldiers have to aim for about half a second to do it, and they just pull the trigger without aiming. The traitor's weapons and bare bones have exploded.
"Clear the area and destroy high-value enemies. Quickly, quickly, prepare your flight pack. After the clearing is completed, move to the other side of the enemy's artillery fire area." The sergeant chief issued the order, and those terrible soldiers fulfilled their responsibilities without hesitation, and in the heat Molten bombs and bright flashes, the sizzle and then the war engines turned into scrap metal and magma.
The suppression of artillery fire was reduced, and the engines of the Imperial Guard began to turn their guns. Things suddenly reversed completely. This was also the power of the Space Marines. But when those demigods started the jets and prepared to attack the enemy troops on the other side, the one called Ju However, Ge's overweight tank poked out its beast-like head, and its twisted main gun, which was somewhere between a zerg and a genetic monster, spit out a thick fog like insecticide spray and attacked the Destruction Eagle. (End of chapter)