Chapter 909 Stryker Trail
The early morning in the Paisha Star Jungle Swamp was filled with the stench of vegetation. Captain Patat was sitting in a convertible car with his eyes closed to relax.
He felt that these smells were constantly squeezing his nostrils, as if his sense of smell would soon be weakened,
while the disheveled militiamen around him were spreading to their heels. Walking hard in the mud.
More than half a year has passed since the invasion of heretics, and people have gradually changed from the earliest despair to adaptation.
On the one hand, it was due to Colonel Stryker's effective guerrilla tactics that made it difficult for powerful Chaos Space Marines to move in jungles and swamps. The traps they deployed even killed some unwary guys, making the heretics have a strong interest in the tree. There is some kind of natural resistance.
On the other hand, the Black Legion has not made any big moves recently. They have only sent a small number of Chaos Space Marines to cooperate with the cultists, constantly trying to control the jungle and put pressure on the Olympus camp, but this strategy has been proven It was a complete failure.
Nearly a hundred thousand soldiers have now gathered in the camp. Although most of them lack training and equipment, humans will have inexplicable confidence once they unite together.
Some people have even begun to optimistically foresee the scene where the defeated heretic finally leaves in despair.
However, the supplies and materials required to support such a large camp are not a small amount. Since floating barges are easily disturbed by factors such as weather and enemy aircraft, ground transportation is essential.
To this end, the Catachan 183rd Regiment spent a huge amount of money to open up several relatively safe trails in the jungles and swamps, which serve as the main supply lines for the rebel camps. These supply lines are also called Stryker Trails.
Patat is the commander of one of the supply convoys, but they are not only responsible for transporting supplies, but also responsible for patrolling route security, so the entire transport battalion is equipped with several Chimeras and half-track armored vehicles No wonder.
Some people saw Patat's car approaching and nodded to him, some exchanged a few words with him briefly, and some asked about the weather.
Patat answered the slightly uneasy soldiers as best he could.
Although he is not a commissioned officer, he still has the function of propaganda and morale-boosting. Although he only needs to say some exaggerated words to blur the past, he feels that he has a responsibility to be honest with the soldiers.
In fact, contrary to what the soldier expected, he knew very little about the recent weather anomalies on the planet. Perhaps only the senior officials in the camp knew about it. Anyway, he himself did not know much about the situation.
Patat generally imitated the scenes he saw of Stryker inspiring soldiers. Even in the most difficult moments, the hero spoke easily and firmly about courage and honor. Words of encouragement.
And what he said to the officers impressed him even more.
“Save the shouting for the battle! Before the battle, encourage the soldiers and inspire their morale, so that you will become a warrior who despises war in their eyes.”
So Patat Not only does he know the names of everyone in the company, he even knows a little bit about the soldiers' preferences, and he can even tell some jokes to make the soldiers happy.
Sometimes he would also imagine that once the war was over, he would become a formal officer, wearing a crisp uniform and a medal that would honor his descendants for generations. Before the war broke out, he was actually just a miner leader and security captain.
While the car was moving slowly along the muddy road, he was also silently recording the faces of each soldier. Although this road was safe most of the time, it was not ruled out that cultists would occasionally carry out attacks. ambush.
Death is always with everyone, and there is no truly safe place on this planet.
“The dead will always be in your mind, so make sure those departed souls were once your friends.”
This is what Patat’s father often said in the past. He said that in fact, the life of a miner was not much safer than the battlefield. At that time, he was already used to death.
Suddenly, the car stopped at a fork in the road, and Patat woke up from his meditation, secretly laughing at himself for being immersed in memories again.
At the other end of the road, some soldiers were filling holes in the ground with wood found on the roadside. The road in the jungle is like this, and it is rarely stable.
After struggling for about ten minutes, the team set off again.
They have been walking through the swamp trees for nearly two hours. The tracks of the armored vehicles stirred up the muddy mud, and the noise of the engines spread into the sky along the sickly tree canopy.
But Patat felt something was wrong.
He had walked this road almost twenty or thirty times, but something was strange today.
Quiet, too quiet. "Sir -"
A suppressed voice filled with fear came from the driver's mouth into the cabin. Patat raised his head and immediately saw death.
In full view, some red figures were standing on the trees, looking down at the motorcade passing by.
Their motionless figures made Patat shudder. When the convoy passed by these uninvited guests, Patat took another closer look and figured out the identities of these people.
They were almost as tall as two people, with wide and scary bodies. They wore black armor with rust-colored symbols as red as blood. The helmets were decorated with curved brass horns, and their bodies were engraved with The mark of death.
These people are the demons who poisoned the Death Star, the Chaos Space Marines——
Patat glanced back, fear almost draining his blood, and then clumsily Turn on the radio.
"Warning, warning! There is an ambush on the right!"
When he shouted into the headset, countless gears collided violently.
Heavy machinery was trembling, sliding, and struggling in the mud, but they were too heavy to react quickly.
At this time, the Chaos Space Marines had jumped down from the trees one after another and began to charge.
A total of six giants rushed out of the woods.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"God Emperor, fire quickly!"
Fear filled Patat's convoy. There were heavy machine guns and small-caliber artillery on the Chimera and half-track, but they were trapped in this dense forest. In the narrow road, there is no room for turning around or maneuvering.
And the enemy troops were too close, and the infantry could not deploy immediately. It seemed that they were about to be doomed.
The frightening sirens continued in the convoy. Patat heard the sound of trees hitting the ground. Abaddon's hounds surrounded them, and everyone's strengthened throats erupted with inhuman sounds. Howl.
“Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!!”
The howl resounded throughout the road, almost making the armor tremble.
What they howled in was the name of the bloody evil god they worshiped.
"Use weapons quickly!"
Patat ordered:
"Use vehicle-mounted gun emplacements quickly!"
As he spoke, he turned the cannon mounted on the rear of the vehicle and pointed the muzzle at the nearest Chaos Space Marine.
The killing has come, he can feel the flames of the flamethrower burning his ears, and he can hear the screams of some people as they are burned by the flames.
The Chaos Space Marine who was first discovered rushed towards a half-track vehicle ahead, wielding a chain axe, chopping down the armor of the armored vehicle like a tree.
The instantaneous collision produced countless sparks, which were then intertwined with flames, steel slag and minced meat.
(End of this chapter)