Chapter 352 The Final Battle
Bandertal's manor is now protected by thick trenches. The void shield blurs the air and space and emits transparent distortions as light as ripples. Heavy traffic blocking equipment is also set up in a circle around it. The pillars were arranged staggered so that even Lemanus could be blocked from the outside.
On one side of the high ground of the manor, there were six heavy missile launchers cross-firing, making it almost impossible to rely on heavy vehicles to break into this area.
At the same time, the complex trenches, sandbags, and barbed wire consisting of left and right twisted trench lines and concave firepower points became a nightmare for infantry to break into. Several heavy logging guns and a large number of guards were spaced 10 meters apart to maintain defense density and defensive firepower.
In this place protected by layers of defense arrays and giant regional void shield arrays, being a member of the countless guards there probably makes you feel extremely safe.
What about Imperial Guards and Invaders? This matter has no real sense to ordinary soldiers. For them, the only value of being stationed here is that each person can get 60 more credits per day and eat all-natural food. Instead of starch blocks and nutrient solutions.
Even if their food is just vegetable soup and white bread that has been left for a while, as well as leftovers "gifted" by various noble lords, from this point of view, they are more like raised dogs than soldiers.
The officer is checking the queue at the moment. This is a reinforced class of about 60 people. There are several logging guns, a heavy automatic weapon, and a laser gun that everyone has, but the laser gun is not theirs. After the battle, It must be returned to the lord, but for this group of PDFs, it is an honor to be able to touch this supreme human creation, not to mention training and shooting.
They think they are lucky. They do not need to work or fight for their lives anywhere. Just because their father and mother are pdfs, they have inherited those honors and responsibilities, and they can enjoy better things than others. The body, as well as the huge power called violence, become part of the violence.
This was all fine until an arrow broke through the void shield. It was a more primitive thing than most people imagined. It was just a piece of iron with a tail feather. Even the tail feather was made of plastic, but it was such a primitive item. But it was inserted into the head of the arrogant noble officer.
It is hard to imagine that the void shield, which cannot be destroyed by projectiles, lasers, explosive bombs and even heavy cannons or ground-shaking cannons, was broken through by such a primitive and clumsy thing, just because the threshold of the void shield was reached at a low speed. It has not yet reached a level that requires defense.
In an instant, the man fell straight down, as if his soul had left his body and the machine was powered off. Before most of the soldiers could figure out the situation, a few streaks of red crawled out of the darkness.
The thick bronze arms grasped the throats of those soldiers and cut off their necks in just a few seconds. Death was like an agreed-upon thing. It came to this place. Under the cover of night, the positions outside the void shield fell. .
Chief Catachan wiped the longbow in his hand. The soldiers on the three tall towers next to the position were killed in one blow, and the trench was completely occupied. He made sign language and ordered the next step.
[Go forward, destroy the anti-armor missile launcher, and then light the flare to notify the attack to begin. 】
They fought in an orderly manner, relying on the night and the poor vision formed by the layers of trenches to move forward with beautiful tactical movements. At the same time, their great contribution to this battle was a simple longbow.
The Master Chief is not an expert in bows and arrows. It took him some time to get used to this weapon, but throwing and aiming are the secrets of Catachan. Although he is not used to it, by analogy, as a warrior, he has quite strong psychological ability and weapon operation ability. .
At this point, a crazy but reasonable plan consists of a few tough nylon ropes and composite materials that can be bent. The bracket originally used to build a waterproof platform has now become a weapon for killing enemies. The whittled bullet steel casing and Plastic, shaped in the skillful hands of Catachan soldiers.
It is silent and can penetrate the void shield, but such a whimsical idea can also become a sharp weapon. After completely occupying this area, smelling the smell of the blood of fellow human beings, the Master Chief once again pulled the bowstring.
The tight weapon can no longer be used too many times. His arm strength is not suitable for this weapon. If he faces such a battlefield situation in the future, he will consider finding a professional from the wild world or the feudal world. to build, but now...
Whoosh, the sharp arrow followed the sergeant's firing, and the bow string suddenly snapped. However, it did not affect the trajectory of the arrow feathers. After cutting through the air, it accurately inserted into the head of an officer behind.
The leaderless army instantly became confused. Catachan picked up his weapon and crossed the trench very quickly. He repeated his old tricks and captured the stronghold in a few minutes.
At the same time, the watch tower here can already see the heavy defense equipment on the right side. Most of them are installed on the protruding fortress walls of the manor and are reinforced with fine gold. Only narrow shooting holes are exposed, but this is not a problem.
The Master Chief climbed up to the sentry tower with a few good shooters, and then assigned each person's shooting target in sign language. Their weapons were not explosive muskets, but replaced with large plasma guns.
As the chief made gestures, the soldiers counted down slowly in their hearts, 1, 2, 3!
The projectile was fired, and the heat and plasma streaked across the sky, looking like four flashing meteors. But the shooting was not just once, but continuous, one after another, and one after another, until the blue plasma gun emerged. The thick smoke caused the cooling system to reach its limit.
At the same time, the firing holes at the shooting point were completely melted by the plasma, and the fortifications and missile launchers made of fine gold were also completely paralyzed. Those things were heated, solidified, and mixed together by the plasma. The entire high platform was completely paralyzed and turned into a Block the walls.
But this didn't last long, as the enemy only needed a few digging devices to reopen the firing holes, which was enough to paralyze them for dozens of minutes while the Catachans quickly climbed down the tower because they needed to retreat.
The enemy has noticed their presence and keeps shooting. The master chief throws a flaming flare, and the dazzling red light falls on their position, hindering the enemy's shooting. The coquettish light and the continuous hot air and red mist, the officers and soldiers Shouting to eat the Catachans alive.
Just in the chaos, accidental injuries, accidental deaths, confusion, and fear, this rabble lost dozens of people and destroyed their formation. After the signal flare went out, the commander realized something was wrong, and he immediately picked up the Communicator.
"The enemy attacked, they destroyed the anti-tank missile, wait? No reserve equipment?" He cursed, taking out all his vocabulary storage in his life. Fortunately, he still had those vehicle barriers to help them defend, and at the same time Anti-tank grenades also meet his needs, but are a bit of a waste of soldiers.
He was not pessimistic, but next, he heard the sound of the engine, and the panic crawled out of his heart, a panic that he was not even aware of.
It was fear, restlessness, and confusion, something he only felt when he was a young soldier. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he spoke immediately. "Anti-tank squad moves forward, the enemy is approaching!"
But just as he finished speaking, a long-edged knife was inserted into his chest. He was completely unaware of anyone approaching. At this moment, he regretted walking out of the command room, but his body was losing heat and his blood fell to the ground.
Chief Catachan's thick arms held his mouth, preventing him from speaking. The old officer was as powerless as a child in front of him, a situation that most of the soldiers, even his orderlies and personal guards, had not yet realized. Next, he died.
Then two melta bombs suddenly rolled down from the battle line. The car brakes made of fine gold broke instantly after the bursting flash and suffocating heat. At the same time, the lights of the three Land Raiders lit up, shining directly on those reflections. on the helpless members of the tank crew.
As a team, none of them had anti-tank missiles. They only used cluster grenades, which were buckled on their waists. Their weapons were only basic automatic guns. They could be said to be abandoned. They looked at the approach of the Imperial Guard with fear.
When the twin explosive bombs were fired, those poor people were instantly turned into minced meat, and more enemies who gathered were killed by the soldiers of the Imperial Guard moving forward. This time, the intact infantry and tanks were working together to quickly encroach on the position. Those nightmare-like things were surrounding the heads of the guards.
Morale collapsed, officers died, and the lack of command turned this place into a one-sided massacre. Under the spray of explosive beams and heavy bolters from the Land Raiders, the blood at the gate of the manor gathered enough to become a river, and the supporting soldiers in other areas saw The sight was so frightening that I couldn't move.
In just half an hour, the heavy vehicle crashed open the huge gate of the manor. The servants of Bandertal panicked. The interior of this beautiful manor was filled with flowers and plants as if on Terra, and wars with the outside were constantly raging. The flames and death became a sharp contrast.
The blood drained out of the entire sector is here, becoming part of the man's pastime. The ensign's military shoes stepped onto the soft lawn, and his nose breathed in the fresh air. The artificial moonlight was as comfortable and gentle as the real thing. The cool breeze blows here.
But the second lieutenant has no mercy. He wants the soldiers to uproot the things here. He wants the soldiers to use equipment to open the heavy and beautiful door. He wants his soldiers to find Bandertal, find the villain, and settle the day with him. suffering and death, as well as the mistakes and madness caused by his greed.
Under the joint investigation of Catachan and the stormtroopers, the manor was turned upside down in just two hours, while other soldiers rested and sorted out their belongings.
The attack was very easy, and even went too smoothly. In the magnificent hall of Bandertal, the second lieutenant looked at the exaggerated long table of the wandering businessman, and at the same time, the communication team also connected to the communication system of the entire fortress.
He cleared his throat and spoke, sounding from the radio system that was still functioning throughout the hive. "I am the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard. We have taken control of Bandertal's palace and completely dominate the upper nest. At this time, I unilaterally declare that your resistance is no longer effective."
"At the same time, I will activate the highest priority cogitator array and shut down the void defense system of this fortress. Your resistance is over. The local pdf will be forced to go to the military court and judged based on your experience."
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"Heretics and illegal psychics will be liquidated, and Imperial citizens will be assigned to places based on their resume."
"Those who surrender will be given a lighter sentence. The Emperor's light has shone in this place again. Bandertal's era has passed, and now the Empire has become the master of Engili Wandering Port again!" He put down the communicator, and the entire hive was boiling. The criminal nobles scrambled to flee, and the pdf officers began to kill each other.
Will there be peace and stability when the empire comes? No, it will only become more chaotic at this moment. The second lieutenant is just trying to reduce the enemy's fighting spirit. If his speech can make it easier for the empire to dominate this place, even if dozens, hundreds, or tens of thousands of ordinary people will die because of it, what about those guys? The Empire's elite soldiers are worthless!
Chaos arose as expected, and Sergeant Catachan returned to the hall and spoke. "Bandertal is dead. He was murdered. He was lying in the underground secret passage. He has been dead for almost two hours."
The second lieutenant smiled wryly as expected. "It's a pity that I didn't execute him myself."
At this point, the battle came to a successful conclusion, except that the presence of the Eagle of Destruction was missing in this battle. Those supermen only left behind their servants and vehicles. Instead, their goal was to press the statue and return to the transport plane to ensure the empire's control as quickly as possible. That demonic creation.
There was nothing wrong with this plan. It was very accurate. It was just like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, but they didn't expect that the real test had just come.
While the ensign and Catachan were chatting with the officers about how to strengthen the upper defenses, a report came from the communicator that an unknown force was attacking the manor area. This information was sent by the attracting forces on the outside, that is, those death squads. Their The work was ineffective, but now he became the eyes and ears of the Imperial Guard. It was an unexpected surprise.
The ensign spoke. "Retreat to nearby residences for cover while continuing to observe the enemy."
he asked the chief of staff again. "How long until we can get supplies?"
the chief of staff replied. "The star port is currently not under our control. It will take three days to open the entire transportation road."
The second lieutenant was not surprised at this moment. He had known his fate long ago, but now the soldiers were tired and there were not many resources. He looked at the radio with mixed feelings in his heart.
Then a squeaking sound appeared. "This is the first company of the special advance team. We have seen the details of the enemy. They are a mixed mechanized force composed of light vehicles, and they..."
"There are strange runes on the body?"
His voice suddenly became urgent after he finished speaking. "Damn, they found us, report, report! They have unknown detection methods, and our anti-orbiter coating is useless!"
Bang bang bang, rapid firing cut off the communication, the officers looked gloomy, and the ensign spoke. "They probably died, but their departure is not without value. We now have about two hours to arrange, fill the gaps, and arrange soldiers. Now, for the sake of the Emperor, we cannot abandon this place."
"We cannot give up all our efforts. For the sake of our brothers and sisters who sacrificed their lives, we must persevere even if the entire army is wiped out in three days!" (End of Chapter)