Chapter 283 Miracle
In the war concerto composed of the loud explosions and the screams of laser guns, the chants and drums became louder, and another wave of cultists came to the castle. Yarick said goodbye The artillery commander quickly returned to the high command tower.
“There’s something wrong with them.”
The temporary adjutant standing on the command tower suddenly warned, and Yaric magnified the image in the telescope.
He saw that many of the cultists at the front were wearing clothes full of bombs or holding explosives in their hands.
"Don't let them cross the bridge!"
He immediately ordered, and then the snipers on the wall began to kill those who blew themselves up.
Some people exploded when they died. One of them had almost rushed across the bridge when he was hit. The explosives on his body released a huge arc of flames. Alex even felt it under his feet. The ground shook.
"They stepped up their efforts."
The situation was actually not too good. While the artillery was trying to suppress the enemy's artillery, more heretics rushed towards the old castle. The soldiers on the fortifications and parapets turned their guns and aimed at the first wave of enemies.
The Astra Militarum troops, who had undergone long-term live-fire shooting training, showed their excellent marksmanship at this moment. One after another, the heretics fell like harvested straw. The first charge quickly collapsed, and the stragglers turned around and ran quickly. Go and join the second wave of assault.
The angry chatter of the heavy bolter also stopped.
"Well done, soldiers."
Arek's voice echoed over the castle.
“But no time to celebrate and giggle”
Another enemy wave has burst out of the rain and fog.
"Second wave!"
He called:
"Everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes!"
If the first wave The enemy looked reckless and weak, so compared to what they were now, they looked like harmless peasants.
The cultists who rushed out this time were all wearing rough armor made of scrap iron and leather connected with leather ropes or bolts. The armor was full of spikes, with human skin and bloody heads hanging on it. Amidst howls, they rushed towards them brandishing crude firearms and knives, and a few of their limbs had mutated.
The Emperor is above.
Arik prayed.
Give us strength.
"I need heavy blasters to focus on those mutated bastards, and leave the rest to mortars and lasguns, understand? Pyro, wait for orders, don't waste fuel! Mortars, I It requires medium-range suppressive firepower and concentrated fire to attack the enemies gathered together, just like before.”
Under Yarick's dispatch, heavy weapons teams were ready at various locations along the defense line.
The second wave of enemies is approaching quickly while firing fiercely in the general direction of the defenders.
Lucky for us.
Seeing how unprofessional the enemy was, Yaric couldn't help but think:
"Even if they shoot at close range, they can't even hit an Ogryn."
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a soldier a few meters away to the right of the gate being thrown towards the back wall with a force that could break his bones. His body fell to the floor with half of his head missing, as if he had been hit hard by something. Like a bite.
Within a few seconds, two more soldiers fell down at about the same position. The fatal wounds on their heads stained the back wall red, and the blood was diluted by the rain before it even flowed down the wall. ,
“Damn it!”
At the same time, the heretics at the front crossed the stone bridge over the ditch, jumped over the blade-shaped barbed wire fence and the embankment of sandbags, and some people were scraped by the barbed wire fence. They fell, and the others used their backs as bridges to pass through dangerous barbs, trampling directly over them.
"Pyrotroopers guard the intersection." Yarick shouted through the communicator.
"Get the damn Pyro, now!"
A moment later, the Pyro hidden on the right side of the doorway opened fire, and a stream of hot torch fuel was sprayed along the stone bridge. came out, greedily devouring the enemy's flesh and blood.
In just a few seconds, on the bridge that was originally full of people, only the molten iron pieces of armor, weapons and iron boots were left to prove that those people once existed.
However, more and more enemies jumped over the bridge, and even the flamethrower ran out of fuel and could not completely stop them.
"The enemy is attacking!!"
The laser gunner immediately stepped forward to take up the position of the flamethrower.
The gate of the castle has long disappeared over the years. Yarick can only use a temporary roadblock to close it, but a minute ago, it was blasted open by a rocket, so this must be used Soldiers shed their blood to defend.
Not only here, there are enemies attacking at the entrances in other directions of the castle.
In just a few minutes, the troops he had on hand were already stretched thin.
"Listen up, soldiers!"
Yarrick said sternly into the loudspeaker:
"We have choked them at the bottleneck, and the narrow entrance has prevented them from entering. Let's put up a good fight, I need them to be shot until they are within bayonet range! Then you know what to do, hold the line and remember the Emperor's blessing!"
Shouts erupted along the parapet! Air.
“The Emperor’s Blessing!”
Yarick walked out of the command tower, and he was about to join the battlefield. Once a brutal hand-to-hand combat broke out, their numerical disadvantage would be magnified.
Whether he can survive today, he has no idea.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky. At this moment, the gloomy dark clouds were like those endless enemies, weighing heavily on his and everyone else's heads.
“Aren’t you willing to help us?”
He wanted to shout to the emperor, but he couldn’t say a word.
He could only vent in his heart.
Arik raised his head, tears rolling down his face that was hit by the cold rain - this contained his anger, his frustration and the grief of his being helpless about what was about to happen.
This is also his prayer, his silent call to the Lord of Mankind, his cry until death, his desperate plea for a miracle.
It was also in such silence that a miracle appeared -
It appeared in the form of silver-gray stripes, descending rapidly in the mist, and the sun shone on the hull.
At first, it seemed like a dagger stabbing into the sky, but then it dropped so fast, like a meteor whizzing towards the ground.
Then its descent angle became gentle and it flew over less than thirty meters away from the control tower window.
It was an aircraft of the Adeptus Astartes, a Thunderhawk, and Yarrick recognized it.
And the color was not unfamiliar to him at all, for he had fought alongside them on another battlefield, the Adeptus Astartes, the Astral Knights.
Throughout the Empire, they will always be a symbol of heroes, they are both death and redemption.
The roar of the engine resounded across the battlefield. When the Thunderhawk passed by Yarick, it deliberately slowed down, then quickly left and flew towards the river bank.
At the same time, its wings began to roar, its weapons were roaring, and that was life-saving music.
(End of this chapter)