Chapter 163 Soldier Assault (Part 2)
Half a minute later, the order of Colonel Vader, the commander of the 4337th Infantry Regiment, came from the radio.
The assault will begin in five minutes.
The entire regiment, like the previous troops, rushed into the line of fire and saw what would happen.
After Miller deployed the heavy weapons team in his company to the predetermined location.
, took the radio pickup away from his mouth, put the whistle to his mouth, took a deep breath of extremely dry air, and waited for what he thought was a long time.
The shelling stopped.
Didi——!
Miller blew the whistle hard.
The sharp whistle sounded throughout the team, and without hesitation, the soldiers roared and rushed to the heights of the trench.
Then there was the sound of various automatic firepower firings and the screams of personnel.
Not long after, Miller and his command team came out of the trenches.
They were at the top of the slope that was pockmarked by enemy shells, and in front of them were enemy fire points made of boulders.
The machine gun holes of a bunker two hundred meters away were spitting out tongues of fire. Miller tried not to flinch in the face of the heavy explosive firepower that tore the ground apart.
"Class 5, take out that bunker!"
Miller shouted into his radio before thick smoke from the rocket launcher obscured his view.
The fire support team fired a rocket at the bunker. In the thick smoke, he could not see the explosion when the rocket hit the target.
When the smoke from the rocket dissipated and he saw that the bunker had turned into a smoky ruin, Miller felt that breathing became a little easier.
"Second Platoon, for the glory of the Emperor and the 4337th Regiment, move forward!"
His men rushed down the slope with him, various weapons fired around him, and then they were forced to Cannon fire and rockets roared behind the enemy lines.
Although the 4377th Regiment once rushed to the edge of the enemy's defense line, it was still defeated in the face of various heavy firepower.
Today's situation is like a massacre, just like yesterday, just like yesterday's yesterday.
Another day of failure.
The layout of the camp is a horizontal and vertical network, with a lamppost at each intersection. Besides the pungent smell of human bodies, there is the smell of generators burning fossil fuels.
Their feet pattered in the dust, and Miller felt as if his feet were sinking into the ground.
He walked forward with his head lowered so that dust would not fall into his eyes.
He wanted to know what the other officers who came to the parliament tent thought, but no one said it, they were just immersed in everyone's own pain.
Today’s failure is too heavy.
Sometimes, he even misses the angels he once saw - and then unfortunately, the Astartes left after saving the landing zone, and should be performing more important tasks.
But in the current embarrassing situation, it seems difficult to break the deadlock without external force.
A burst of noise suddenly woke Miller up from his thoughts. He looked up and found a strange guy being watched by everyone.
"Then let me show them."
The man's words had a hint of triumph, and he waved his arms towards some big guy.
Miller stepped forward and vaguely saw a behemoth, huge enough to be as big as an officer's big tent.
After pushing away the crowd, he first saw the tracks of a super-heavy tank. It was almost as wide as the bed he was sleeping on, blocking the briefing tent on the other side.
He stepped back to get a better look at the tank.
This guy's tracks are as tall as two people. The big ones make him look like a dwarf. The huge turret occupies the front superstructure of this tank. The twin heavy automatic cannons are fired from both sides of the vehicle body. It protrudes from the side, there is a heavy flamethrower on the front armor, and a huge-caliber main gun protrudes from the top of the turret.
“When did this thing come in?”
An officer asked curiously.
“An hour ago.” The man standing in front of the tank said:
“It was the Astartes Chapter who teleported these guys directly to the landing area, and then these big guys drove all the way here.”
“What is this? A heavy tank of this type? I really don’t think I’ve ever seen one. Are we going to use this to break down the enemy’s lines?”
Miller then asked, because it’s not that armored assault has not been tried before, but it just doesn’t work at all. The charred remains of Chimera personnel carriers piled up in front of the enemy's defense lines.
“I’ve only heard that this is the Makado heavy tank, a very old tank, and it’s not just one tank, but twelve.”
The introduced officer became elated.
"A whole super-heavy tank battalion, well, those green-skinned bastards can't stop our cavalry from rolling forward this time, it's impossible."
Miller was a little dissatisfied with this. Too sure, but still in awe of these war machines like everyone else.
They kept watching the tanks until the military police came to chase them away - they did not make it to the meeting in time.
“Ahem——”
There were thick clouds inside the conference tent, which made people feel very uncomfortable. It was also mixed with moisture and heat radiated from the human body.
A holocron placed on the central chart table flashes images.
The tent was very crowded, not to mention that the officers of the 4377th Regiment were all trying to push forward. For a better view, Miller was pushed aside.
The colonel and his men leaned against the table, looking angrily at the image displayed on the hologram.
In fact, there is not much content above, they are all some naval battle scenes. Human battleships and green-skinned battleships fought many naval battles around a planet and several satellites. The orbit was already filled with all kinds of things. wreckage.
Of the 5 satellites, 2 have been captured, but 3 are still resisting. Their resistance is allowing the Greenskins to buy more time, and the situation around the Fulen system is further deteriorating.
Greenskins from other galaxies have begun to participate in the battle. War is to the greenskins what flowers are to bees.
Finally, there is the sullen face of Lord Magyar, the Chapter Master of the Ascetic Chapter.
He only said four words.
Quick victory.
"We lost more than two thousand people yesterday."
The colonel turned off the imager and turned to the officers.
He is a veteran with a gray beard and the skin on his face is full of wrinkles caused by age.
"This attack has dragged on for too long. Guys, you have seen those heavy tanks. They are from the Armored Assault Battalion of the Astral Knights Chapter. Colonel Lucian is their commander. ”
Then, from the corner of the tent,
One person stands up.
He was wearing a long coat with the shoulder and collar badges of a tank commander. The badges looked the same as theirs, but the pattern on them was very strange - they were two silver crossed swords. .
Miller didn’t just recall those angelic symbols.
The officers in the tent turned to look at him, and then the man spoke.
"Gentlemen, wait until tomorrow, and either all the greenskins in that place will be eradicated, or we will die a glorious death trying to eradicate them."
What the tall man said was very straightforward and pure, with unshakable determination, which shocked everyone.
The colonel nodded.
"Do you all understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
The officers of the 4337th regiment responded neatly.
"Then this is the latest plan, kill all those alien rats and send them all to the sky with tanks!!"
(End of this chapter)