Chapter 166 Defense Battle [Morning]
“These damn aliens are definitely planned, their actions are planned, this city is the weak point of our defense, because of its location it was Not many troops were deployed to it. "
Wang Ming took a sip of the Mers tea. The sugary tea leaves gave the tea a slightly sweet taste, and he drank the slightly sweet Mers tea. While drinking tea, Wang Ming quickly thought about what to do.
The troops deployed in this city are completely unable to stop the greenskins of that magnitude. There are too many greenskins.
"The Emperor bless you."
Wang Ming silently prayed for the Emperor's blessing in his heart, although Wang Ming's prayer was probably of no use.
Wang Ming put down the thermos cup and walked outside the Governor's Mansion. He also wanted to go to the battlefield, even if he couldn't get there in time.
"Prepare for a volley!"
On the position, the mortal auxiliary troops formed a neat team, raising their laser rifles and preparing to fire a volley at the greenskins in front of the position. Compared with the mortal auxiliary troops The troops were in good order, and the positions beside them were already under heavy artillery fire.
Those so-called noble soldiers do not have much military literacy. The only thing they know on the battlefield is to pull the trigger and shoot.
These so-called aristocratic troops can't even unify their weapons. There are three thousand people in the entire regiment, and only more than a thousand of them have the Astra Militarum standard M36 laser rifles prepared by Wang Ming. The others are all local PDF automatic guns.
The power of these weapons cannot effectively kill the green-skinned boy. Even the armor on the green-skinned boy cannot be penetrated, and some soldiers with criminal backgrounds have already begun to want to escape. However, Despite the kind words of the supervising team and the political commissar, they did not succeed.
"Young men! We will use our lives to fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to us by the God-Emperor! We are the Astra Militarum formed under the orders of the Primarch himself! We have the blessing of being the children of the God-Emperor!"
On the Noble Army’s position, the political commissar yelled and tried to make these criminal-turned-soldiers whose morale was about to collapse not to be timid. In the entire Noble Army position, there were only more than a thousand people who still had the courage to fight against the mountains and the sea. During the Greenskin War, they were all the family members of the thousand PDFs pardoned by Wang Ming.
They knew in their hearts that if it weren't for Wang Ming's pardon, they would have been executed for attacking the Governor's Mansion and killing imperial officials.
They know their mission here better than anyone else, to complete the tasks assigned by the Primarch and guard the city.
“Political Commissar!”
A soldier looked at the political commissar standing on the position, quickly grabbed his trouser leg, and pushed him directly back into the trench. In the process In the middle, a green-skinned bullet just missed the edge of the political commissar's big-brimmed hat.
“This is too dangerous, standing so high like a target!”
The soldier looked at the scorch marks left by bullets on the political commissar’s hat and said to the confused political commissar. .
"I'm improving morale! Didn't you see that the morale of those young men is about to collapse?!"
The political commissar looked at the soldiers in front of him, pushed him away and said.
Before serving as the political commissar of the regiment, the political commissar of the regiment was a believer in the state religion. His loyalty to the emperor's faith is unquestionable. This is also a major reason why he became the political commissar of the regiment (in fact, the biggest reason is that Without the supplies from Zhongsi Academy), only a person with firm faith like him could suppress the demons and monsters in the noble army.
"You can't stand outside the position to boost morale! If you die, the morale of those guys will completely collapse!"
After the soldier was pushed away by the political commissar, he grabbed him The laser rifle he just dropped on the ground fired a few shots outside the position, and while firing, he said to the political commissar.
"My problem..."
The political commissar looked at the demoralized criminal soldiers in the trenches and whispered to the soldiers. This time it was indeed his problem. He took off his big-brimmed hat and looked at There were scorch marks made by bullets on it. If the soldiers hadn't pulled him back into the trench just now, he would have been shot in the head by this bullet.
"Political Commissar, we don't have much laser rifle ammunition. The regiment leader is now communicating with the regiment next door, hoping that they can support some weapons and ammunition."
Just as the political commissar looked at his big eaves When he was taking off his hat, a communications soldier quickly ran up to him and said to him.
The entire aristocratic army is said to be managed by James Gordon, the aristocratic regimental commander, but it is better to say that the regiment political commissar Carl Barlow has full authority. The regimental commander is just a communication tool with other regiments.
"Running out of ammunition for the laser rifle? Remove the guns of those damn cowards and replace them with automatic guns! We still have a lot of automatic gun ammunition!"
After the political commissar heard what the communications soldiers said, Standing up from the ground, he looked at the criminal-turned-soldiers huddled in the trenches and said to the communications soldiers.
"Yes!"
After hearing what the political commissar said, the communications soldier ran in the direction of the supervising team. He needed the help of the supervising team to unload his gun to avoid any objections from this group of people.
With the intervention of the supervising team, the automatic guns of those people were quickly taken down, and they were all handed over to the soldiers whose laser rifles had no ammunition.
"Let them pay attention to concentrated firepower. Scattered shooting cannot provide effective damage!"
The political commissar stood beside the soldiers who were fighting the greenskins and emphasized to them loudly.
While the political commissar was directing the battle, he suddenly heard a sharp sound from the sky. The political commissar was too familiar with that sound. It was the artillery strike of the orcs.
"Orc artillery fire! Everyone lie down!"
The political commissar hurriedly shouted to the soldiers, and all the soldiers rushed to the ground and crawled on the ground.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
The shell fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust generated by the explosion covered all the soldiers.
“waaaagh!!!”
Just before everyone could react from the explosion, more than a thousand greenskins suddenly rushed out of the smoke of the explosion and rushed to the trenches Above, they fired wildly into the trenches, hitting the soldiers with deadly bullets. The standard bulletproof armor of the Astra Militarum was penetrated by the bullets, and each soldier was instantly beaten into a plug.
“Pa!”
The political commissar was the first to react. He looked at the greenskins shooting in the trench, raised his bolt pistol, and shot a greenskin's head off with one shot.
This bolt pistol was given to him personally by Wang Ming. Wang Ming looked at this devout believer of the state religion and told him to manage it well. This is the first star of the Kosl-4 star. He will devote his life to fulfilling the great trust entrusted to him by the Primarch. "For the God Emperor!!!"
The political commissar roared and quickly climbed out of the trench. He quickly pulled out the chain sword from his waist and pointed it at the end in front of him. The greenskin's head was chopped off.
The confused soldiers in the trenches also heard the political commissar’s roar. They reacted quickly, got up quickly and rushed out of the trenches. They used the bayonets on their automatic guns to attack the greenskins. They launched an attack.
The soldiers and the greenskins began brutal hand-to-hand combat. The physical fitness of the greenskins was not comparable to that of humans. The battle was almost one-sided in favor of the greenskins. One by one, brave soldiers fell under the greenskins' swords.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we escape while they are fighting these monsters?"
In the trench, a soldier with a former criminal background was looking at the trench In the battle, he asked his boss.
"Run? Where can you run? There are all these monsters around!"
His boss was holding a bayonet. After hearing what his younger brother said, he asked him with a wry smile. , they couldn't go anywhere, even if they really took advantage of the chaos to escape the sight of the supervising team, there was no way to escape from the siege of the orcs.
"Take the brothers up. We have been cowardly for so long. It's time to fight for ourselves. If we don't destroy these monsters, we won't survive!"
The boss stood up and said to his brothers, they want to Fighting for themselves, they won't survive long if they don't destroy the greenskins.
“To live!”
The boss roared and rushed towards the trench. After hesitating for a moment, his younger brothers also rushed up with him.
If you don’t fight hard at this time, you will definitely die, but if you fight hard, there is still hope of living. Everyone knows this truth. The criminals around looked at the charging people and picked up their bayonets to follow them.
Those who can be placed in this unit are all serious criminals. They are afraid of death and want to live very much.
The criminals rushed into the trenches and fought with the greenskins. Humans will become very crazy in desperate situations. These criminals proved this. They fought with the greenskins. Everyone goes crazy in this kind of fight.
A greenskin can easily kill a human, but what about two humans? It can also be killed easily, but what if it is a group of humans who have gone crazy?
These criminals have gone crazy. They surrounded the greenskins. With their numerical advantage, they pinned each greenskin to the ground. If two people can't do it, then there will be three. If three people can't do it, then four. A group of humans just pressed the greenskins tightly, and then used bayonets to cut on its body. They refused to let go until the greenskins no longer struggled.
The political commissar who was the first to rush out of the trench was already grabbed by the neck by a green skin. The uncomfortable suffocation feeling spread to the political commissar's body, making him feel that he was about to accept the call of the God Emperor.
At this moment, a group of criminals rushed to the green skin who had captured the political commissar, and attacked the green skin crazily with bayonets. The green skin was attacked by these criminals, quickly let go of the political commissar, and started fighting with the criminals.
The Commissar was thrown to the ground, and he looked at the criminals, thinking that they finally understood their sacred mission to serve the God-Emperor.
The criminals used their numbers to hold down the green skin, and more than a dozen bayonets kept cutting the green skin's body. They didn't let go until the green skin's head was cut off.
While the criminals and the greenskins were fighting hard, the support of the supervisory team finally arrived. A uniform laser volley quickly killed the greenskins who rushed to the trenches.
“How many are left alive?”
The political commissar looked at the ground covered with mutilated human corpses in the trench, and asked loudly. At first, no one responded to him, only screams continued to be heard among the piles of corpses.
After coming here for a long time, those soldiers who were still alive on the ground slowly stood up. Those who could not stand up slowly raised their hands. They were all seriously injured. Some of them were fighting with the greenskins. During the close combat, the green skin tore off his hands and feet.
Most of the people who are still alive are missing arms and legs. They look at the political commissar, and the political commissar looks at them. Whether they are criminals or those who have been pardoned, they are now real soldiers.
With the help of the supervising team, these people were all brought back to the trenches. The mortal auxiliary troops next door also supported them and gave them some field medical robots. These robots saved these people alive in the first place. of people had emergency medical treatment.
The battlefield robot climbed on the wounds of the soldiers who were missing arms and legs. The laser burned the wounds to stop the blood that was constantly spurting out. Painkillers were injected into the soldiers' bodies, which relieved their pain a lot. .
There were also some soldiers with injured internal organs. Battlefield robots began emergency surgeries on them, injecting anesthesia and laser incisions into their abdomens to begin the surgeries.
More than a thousand people died in the entire regiment due to this sudden greenskin attack. The broken corpses of these people covered the ground in the trenches.
Due to the losses suffered by the noble army, this position has now been handed over to the Supervisory Team, and the 400-man Supervisory Team will defend it together with the remaining people.
"Please tell the commander-in-chief about our losses. We hope to urgently recruit some mobilization troops from the city."
The political commissar looked at the regiment leader, who had been hiding in the command post. The waste noble said, the political commissar's tone was obviously angry.
He was angry that the regiment leader who was supposed to lead the charge actually hid like a woman under the command table in the command post crying and screaming when the battle began.
"Mr. Political Commissar, I will, I will definitely do it, I will communicate first."
James Gordon looked at the bloody political commissar in front of him and said with a trembling voice , he has never been to the front line and seen a battle. The battle just now almost scared him to death, but he did not run away like his younger brother, because his younger brother was killed when he ran away from a previous battle. The political commissar in front of him shot his entire upper body.
"You'd better hurry up."
The political commissar looked coldly at the coward in front of him who was about to leave, wishing he could rush up and give him a kick to relieve his hatred.
James Gordon looked at the malicious face of the political commissar and hurriedly ran towards the command post. Perhaps out of fear, he fell while running and entered the command post in disgrace.
“We still need to hold on for one day, God and Emperor bless us, it’s only been a morning.”
The political commissar glanced at the wailing soldiers in the trenches, and then looked at the front of the position. Green-skinned artillery fire, I thought helplessly.
The battle has just begun. Such heavy losses occurred in one morning. It is really difficult to fight a defensive battle in one day.
After James Gordon reported the political commissar's request, the commander-in-chief quickly dispatched five soldiers from the Mortal Auxiliary Army to the city to recruit mobilization troops.
(End of this chapter)