Chapter 346 The Great Demon of Tzeentch
"Always be prepared and devote yourself to victory. This is our belief."
——Colonel Sheik, Krieger 15th Siege Regiment
In the Pangia sub-sector, the battle at Engili Spaceport has reached a critical moment. The Imperial Guard invaded the industrial center of the hive city. Its area is the size of two standard football fields. As a defensive position, it is even worse. Their heresy The enemy fights to recover the alien relic captured by the Imperial Guard.
In the end, the rebel leaders want to surround the elevator and put full pressure on the Imperial Guard's temporary defense line, rather than concentrating a large number of troops in one place to launch an offensive, because if they do this, they can quickly mass their forces to block the attack and delay the attack.
However, due to terrain factors, the route to attack the elevator is very limited. To the south and east of the battle site, the palaces and fortress areas unique to several noble families are crisscrossed. In order to maintain the relationship between each other's families, they built very dense buildings. The huge family creation with a history of thousands of years has now become an obstacle for local traitors to get rid of the Imperial Guard.
Those things formed an impassable chasm that no army on foot could pass, let alone launch an attack. If they attacked rashly, the local nobles would probably send private soldiers to rebel. After all, those ancient fortresses and parks were the embodiment of their honor. change.
Maybe the ancestors who built here chose this place when they were choosing the site. To attack the core area and transport elevators, they can only attack from the farther west and north, and this cost will lead to transportation The lines are stretched as much as possible.
Finally, under the command of the pdf general command point, the local traitors were divided into six large armies and moved forward. However, the huge group, which probably totaled hundreds of thousands, was unable to attack the Imperial Guard because they were stationed in the elevator. Within a few hours, the six armies could only gather a reluctant 80,000 soldiers under the polar transportation efficiency.
But even so, the ratio of the enemy to the Imperial Guard is still astonishing, with a numerical gap of close to 3/1. The Imperial Guard barely has 30,000 people. Without logistics and supply lines, they can only rely on death and sacrifice to annihilate them as much as possible. Have enough strength, and then capture the palace area where the upper nest is before the 6 enemy armies gather...
At the end of the hours-long war preparations, the Imperial Guard had turned this industrial elevator into their own war fortress, with dense trenches and defense systems. Inside the huge container, it looks like a beautiful scene in a bottle.
It's just the busy soldiers representing this seemingly non-threatening "landscape" or "Emperor's artefact" that can tear most matter to pieces.
A heavy transport crawler and a Chimera armored vehicle were used as worthless sandbags. A large number of fragmentation mines and cross fire, together with anti-armor missiles and fixed-position plasma, and dense barbed wire were even the most savage orc behemoths. It will also become sluggish due to its firmness.
In terms of logistics, the Imperial Guard only lost 40% of their baggage during this period, most of which was food. When they were in the middle nest, with the help of Mr. Wild Snake and the restless tactics of the Imperial Guard soldiers, it had already been replenished, and Plasma It is also fully loaded with weapons such as bombs, explosive bombs, fragmentation missiles or armor-piercing missiles used by elite soldiers.
After calculation, each of the 30,000 troops can now spend about 2,600 rounds of detonation beams, two fragmentation grenades and one cluster anti-tank mine. As for the heavy firepower, they can destroy two imperial standard armor regiments. Moreover, the upper roof of the industrial-grade elevator can protect against enemy bombing, and the cargo left by the heretics will also allow them to restrain their hands and feet when they are under fire.
At this point, this game that has nothing to do with honor or success is about to begin. When they step into this void port, those people realize their responsibilities, survive, kill all the enemies, and then survive.
The veterans' sense of responsibility and desire for survival are chaotically intertwined. A strange atmosphere, like a beast fighting and a hero looking forward to triumph, is intertwined inside this narrow industrial elevator.
At this point, those frightening, black muzzles flashed out from behind countless sandbags and adamantine shields with a frightening, suffocating pitch-black color. The soldiers standing on the sentry tower used binoculars to watch the position of the rising elevator door. The heavy and wide metal door was the opening ceremony of their drama.
Even though it is not as beautiful as the one on the stage, it is more reassuring. The second lieutenant licked his mouth and watched the radio make a beep beep sound. When the timer hand he designed turned to the end, the crude mechanism that linked the buzzer Makes an ear-tingling sound.
The second lieutenant turned on the communicator, and the sound of the radio began to spread throughout the battlefield. "War begins, code name, the show begins!"
The metal curtain slowly opened as promised, and the unpleasant feeling of weight gain caused by the elevator's ascent dissipated. At the moment when the bright artificial light from the upper nest spilled into the dark elevator, countless hot lights represented In response to the Pangea's resistance to those terrible rulers, they used everything they had to send the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.
Now those efforts have paid off. The blast beams are like the scorching star light, densely scattered on the bodies of those PDFs who are working for the tiger and don't even have bulletproof armor. Those flesh and blood bodies are instantly evaporated with cloth, and the lucky ones are beaten. Pierced through the head, his soul now only had to confess its sins to the Emperor.
Unlucky, his limbs were beaten to pieces, but only his life was still there. After the severe sting, the intense heat instantly ignited his clothes and was concentrated by the explosive beam. It was almost a painless death, but now But he will be burned alive.
The hot flames are like sinful irons. His body is not protected by bulletproof armor or carapace. Just the residual heat of the carbonized body can easily ignite his poor-quality clothes. Such scenes have become common, among those defense arrays composed of PDFs. , at this point, human torches were tumbling in the trenches.
The commander of pdf just watched mercilessly. He had no intention of taking down the enemy with a wave of attacks from the beginning. The vanguard army here only had a few thousand people, and they only used crude weapons. Soon, the second wave of attacks began. , they seized the gap filled by the Imperial Guard's deflagration beams, used heavy Minotaur armed track transport vehicles as shields, and added locally produced heavy adamantine shields, preparing to resist the fire and press forward, using their lives to break into the Imperial Guard. in the elevator.
In this way, they can get an advantage in the battle, such as throwing fragmentation grenades or small howitzers, and they can even build a small bunker to ensure the efficiency of soldiers entering.
At this point, the nine companies of the vanguard assault force originally had more than 6,000 people. In the first wave of attacks, there were 5,000 casualties. Almost all pdf officers were killed. Looking at it now, the number of surviving 1,000 people is not even It is impossible to put together a complete company-level establishment.
But regardless of the heavy casualties ahead, in the second-line PDFs and traffic roads, the second wave of traitor soldiers were preparing to attack.
Among the crowded soldiers, the traitor's elite squads lumbered forward in heavy armor. These heavy armors were about to die. For them, those Imperial Guards were nothing in the face of their loyalty to their lord.
These are the brainwashed soldiers, and the second wave of soldiers will walk through the same battlefields that their dead brethren walked, and it is here that the stupid, forced forward soldiers are almost wiped out.
And they were indeed lucky to survive because the lord protected them and because they fought for the gods of the highest heaven.
Under the cover of heavy vehicles, those legions armed with heavy shields and large automatic weapons advanced rapidly. Their strong physical strength allowed them to push themselves on the vehicle body and move forward. At the same time, Skadi's front row soldiers were loading weapons. , and the interval between such shots is less than 2 seconds. But in such a battlefield, this time can bring the enemy close enough to gain a certain advantage!
It's just that the back row of the Imperial Guard is not just simple supplies. To be precise, those things are more deadly than deflagration beams. When a scout sees the enemy's general attack begin, when the heavy bomb squad and anti-soldier fragments follow the anti-load The moment the missile begins to move.
Then, the attacks began to fall. Since the enemies had been prepared to be attacked in advance, even the Imperial Guards' attacks were accurate and ruthless.
Those people did not mess up the array because of this, but this was not a good thing. When the Space Marines also began to shoot heavy plasma, the attackers' formation instantly became sparks, dust flew, and smoke filled the air.
When I saw where the shrapnel fell, flesh and blood flew everywhere, iron fragments scattered, and screams continued. The condition was very miserable. However, the attacker did not hesitate at all, and moved forward steadily, straight into the sea of fire.
The journey into the elevator was short, but within a few minutes, thousands of people were killed. Many of them were swept down during the advance, and some were directly vaporized. When the Skadi Infantry Regiment reloaded again, Ready, such a massacre is even more one-sided towards the despair of the local pdf.
As the firepower of the Imperial Guard gradually increased, some traitors had to lie down and crawl into the craters to seek cover, but this would only attract more shells. On the battlefield, a crater would not be bombarded twice by shells. It was probably just boring. lies, but those who trust them will have to pay the price, because under a saturation attack, there is no so-called safety at all.
Even as the traitor officers yelled at each platoon to advance, the soldiers were mopped down one by one. In the trench behind, the next batch of infantry squads were gathering, with bullets flying overhead. They had bayonets fixed, waiting to join the battle. moment.
They did not wait long. When they entered the position, they climbed onto the vehicle crew and were immediately hit. Many fell back into the trenches and fell on their comrades. Only a few of them were able to advance ten years after climbing out of the trenches. code.
At this point, those hopes, those honors, those things instilled by the lords and the church have become worthless. Those pdfs who mustered up the courage to come, those officers who are said to have crushed the Imperial Guard with three times the number, are still the generals of the war. The commanders all showed expressions of despair and disbelief in victory.
Deserters and defeats are like a tsunami coming, but I have to say that the soldiers here are very courageous, but the enemies they face are not hive gangs or rebel pariahs, but real elites of the empire.
No matter how much courage and hope they had, what they had been poured into them became worthless like biscuits dropped to the ground under the intensive firepower and as one platoon after another was ruthlessly slaughtered.
This massacre lasted for a long time. The suffocating smell of blood filled the elevator door. Blood flowed out from the drainage outlet on the fine gold floor. The enemy's corpses became twisted hills of corpses.
But with such an advantage, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard suddenly heard a strange communication order, because the second lieutenant was beside the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle, and this demigod who had been meditating felt a tingling in the last about 6 hours of battle. pain.
He saw hurricanes, feathers, evil smiles, conspiracies, psychic powers, and what he had forgotten long ago after becoming a space warrior. He was the leader of the tribe in Ghost Peak and his biological father who had been dead for hundreds of years.
A large number of symbolic prophecies allowed him to see a demon. Finally, the symbol representing the Lord of Change stopped in front of him. Although the Imperial Guard defeated the enemy steadily, he came to the command point and spoke to the second lieutenant.
"He's here. I'm destined to fight him. I don't know him. He's probably a father. I've never seen him, but he's probably a wizard. I don't know him, but he must be powerful." The demigod slowly said Putting on their helmets, the Astartes in the Eagle's squad also entered combat mode.
the ensign asked. "How can we help you?"
the Master Chief replied. "In the coming battle, let ordinary people evacuate as far away as possible."
"But we are not ordinary people! I am your mortal brother!" the second lieutenant cursed, and turned on the communicator to transmit the conversation to the battlefield.
The Master Chief spoke. "Yes, my brothers, but you are still a mortal, a mortal who cannot escape from the endless spiritual catharsis and death, and the next enemy is a terrifying existence that you have never seen. Only psychics and Ah Stat can be dealt with, so leave it to me, divide the work and work together, you deal with the pdf, and we face the monster."
The ensign simply replied. "Yes, my brother Superman, now." He turned to the communicator.
"Retreat all, compress the front, and provide fire cover. Something is coming!"
At the same time, in front of the enemy's command room, a bent old man wearing a blue robe, a long bronze staff, gray hair, and even a dying old man was gently knocking on the door made of fine gold.
"Is there anyone? Is Colonel Corando here?" He looked gentle and elegant, and the guard next to him came over and spoke. "Please stay away from the war zone, sir."
"Please leave, sir."
But as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but feel dry. He blinked, and a bunch of black feathers fell in front of him, falling on the tip of his nose. He sneezed, but the old man disappeared. .
He panicked and reported to the command room. The commander-in-chief named Korando just picked up the communicator and issued a strange order to everyone, that is, at this point where victory was almost impossible, the local pdf was required. The remaining 60,000 soldiers attacked at all costs. (End of chapter)