Chapter 660 Northern Offensive
Standard Terra Calendar, 942.M41
Planet Armageddon, Northern Continent, Tires Hive
“Die!”
After a burst of shooting, Soshyan slammed his arm downwards, and the hot barrel of the storm bolter struck the monster's plate-shaped forehead hard, shattering the bones underneath.
But it still didn't die. Instead, it roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaws snapped, twisting the wrist that hit it.
Soshyan then pounded the ground harder, pushing the power system of his Terminator to its limit. It took two more heavy blows to blunt the fury behind the pair of unnatural scarlet eyes, and then the third Three blows knocked the huge beast to the ground and slid down the inner wall of the trench.
Then he gathered his strength and climbed up the slope, groping in a wave of falling ash debris. At this moment, his armor was full of dents and cracks, and the air was filled with the horror. Human, never-ending roar - WAAAAAGH! ! !
Every battle with the green brutes was accompanied by this noise, and the sonic inferno only intensified, tearing at the hearing protection inside his helmet.
When he reached the edge of the slope, there were no enemies around him. He was finally able to rest temporarily, kneeling on one knee and gasping for air.
Above him was a gaping, tormented sky, bright orange like poisonous gas, scratched by the black contrails of rockets.
This is the normal sky color of Armageddon. As the shadow season passes, the volcanic ash that once enveloped the atmosphere gradually dissipates, and human communication and detection systems begin to play a major role.
When he shifted his gaze downwards, a folded terrain composed of salt-alkali land was revealed in front of him, glowing brightly against the backdrop of successive explosions, like a piece of broken glass spread across the width of a continent.
The saddle-shaped mountains in the north stood on the fiery horizon, and a hive city stood in front of the mountains, but everything between him and the hive city was in motion. It was a land that was in motion. Like a boiling, turbulent ocean.
But it is definitely not the earth, nor is it the ocean.
It was a living wave, a living carpet made of dark green flesh and blood, bound by heavy iron armor and covered in nightmare-like roars, rolling and swallowing everything.
There is nothing like it in the galaxy, no other species can do this, no sentient life can fuse and twist itself into this molten amorphous rage. .
That kind of rage surges from the condensed basic ganglia, rushing through the black blood vessels, driving the steel-hard muscle bundles to swing a dull knife like a turbo-charged hammer, driving the claws down The land was torn apart.
Greenskins, the most powerful and numerous of all alien threats that humans have ever faced, have evolved so perfectly into violent machines, fearless and incredibly strong, with terrifying abilities. It is warlike in nature, has strong reproductive capacity and is extremely tough.
And now they charged again, once again facing the tip of an Astartes assault spear.
The operation against the northern continent has been launched for a month. At first, the operation went smoothly. There were not many greenskins here, but their warlords were very smart and concentrated all their forces into one place.
Once the greenskins gather together, their lack of numbers will be greatly compensated and they will become more difficult to chew.
The advantage is that as long as the enemies entrenched in the nest are eliminated, the northern continent will be wiped out.
This was a tough battle, and Soshyan also concentrated all the forces he could use, including his first company and the two tactical companies "lent" to him by Randall, as well as More than half a million mortal troops, including auxiliary units of the Astral Knights.
But this is not enough. There are more than three million greenskins entrenched in the city. The ratio of the number of enemies to ourselves is very different. Fortunately, not all greenskins have gone out to attack. The terrain limits the deployment of their forces. This gives Soshyan a chance. "Order the ground troops to suppress the enemy!"
At the rear, basilisk cannons burst with flames, marking their position like torches.
Lumberjacks, automatic cannons and heavy bolters fired fiercely at the large green muscles that rolled across the ground like thunder and lightning, and were mixed with the flames of heavy flamethrowers.
But the green-skinned main force still rushed towards the human siege position regardless of the matter, not flinching at all when their compatriots were burned to charcoal.
Most of them had already seen the waiting Imperial troops shining in the morning sun. The coming battle only inspired them to run faster, the huge number of them drooling and panting. The angry thugs ran forward, throwing up a huge plume of smoke, filling the air with the stench and thunderous noise.
On the position, the local guards of Armageddon looked at the scale of the troops rushing towards them in horror. The salty land was covered with greenskins and their crude military vehicles. Countless off-road vehicles served as the vanguard, surrounded by Huge Ork war bikes, followed by a storm of infantry: unimaginably large numbers of Gunboys and Slashboys.
In the center of this cluster, there are several standing war trucks. The huge leader stands proudly on the roof of the vehicle, roaring into the air, driving his men forward.
When the first wave of high-speed off-road vehicles entered the range, the position suddenly erupted with countless artillery fire, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.
Some of the off-road vehicles rolled over and exploded into a ball of flames, others crashed directly behind them, but most of the vehicles still drove resolutely towards the waiting human forces.
Suddenly, a group of assault motorcycles rushed out of the position, trying to intercept the Ork War Motorcycles before they reached the wings. A huge Predator tank drove out of the smoke, and the gun barrel fired lasers to hit the advancing Orks. off-road vehicles, breaking up their formation before they could launch their attack.
The larger Malcador heavy tanks and Sikaran battle tanks continued to shoot at the green leather heavy armor, and their ferocious firepower stalled the impact of the green tide.
Just when the green skins outside the city were desperately fighting with humans, they did not expect that the place where they set out had already ushered in a more dangerous intruder.
"Crush them!"
Talos's chainsword smashed an Ork who was wielding a terrifying machete and tried to flank the Terminator, and the heavy blow instantly shattered the greenskin. The skull even crushed the spine, causing the creature to fall to the ground and lie in a heap.
Half an hour ago, Talos and the Terminator team of the Astral Knights suddenly appeared at the hive gate through teleportation, and seized control of the gate, dividing the greenskin army into two.
But then the greenskins launched a ferocious counterattack. The most elite battle brothers of the Astral Knights resisted the sea of green muscles and the continuous rain of bullets. Their storm bolters smoked and exploded from the continuous firing. Exploded into countless deadly shrapnel at the gap, the Orks fell one after another, torn to pieces by continuous fire, but they continued to come, vowing to open the gate and support the troops outside.
Talos stood at the breach of the gate, standing on a pile of rubble, waving the chain sword that was blurred because it was too fast.
And in his left hand he held a plasma pistol, scorching Orks who tried to rush towards him or struggled to find a clear line of fire among the huddled greenskins.
This finely crafted pistol fires a torrent of blue energy that shatters Ork skulls and rips open their bellies without overheating even with continuous fire.
At this moment, he is like a gray boulder blocking the opening of the green ocean.
(End of this chapter)