Chapter 1739 Iron Cavalry from the Prairie
“Where are the people?”
While all the Qadians were confused, a red, moving haze began to appear in the fortress, which was eerie and terrifying. The smell also began to permeate the air.
Under the horrified gaze of the Cadian, moving, indistinct figures coalesced in the gathering miasma, clawed limbs burst forth tearing at the curtain, sickly inhuman fingers clawing at living things A rusty sword, a triangular head with horns squeezed out.
Garlan Salomon had heard certain stories, whispered by parents and priests, that could lead to a fatal visit from the Inquisition - but every Cadian Everyone knows that the creatures in these stories are not just hated aliens, but something even more heretical.
They are creations of the Warp, pure evil, brutal beasts, an abomination that should not be spoken of, a power worshiped by those who shy away from the Emperor's teachings and brought into the world.
Demons, that's the only word that's appropriate for them.
"Everyone, be careful, come closer to me! Don't get close to them!"
Garland Salomon shouted and asked the soldiers to retreat deeper into the fortress. At this time, the sky was already dark. Covered in red light, it emits a strange light, allowing smooth red-skinned humanoids to enter this dimension.
They are muscular and fearsome, with brutal mouths filled with rows of gleaming fangs. The nostrils opened evilly, as if he had smelled the death around him, and the hazy yellow eyes locked on all living people with predatory gaze.
Then the Bloodletters roared and brandished jagged black swords enchanted with the power of death, ready to harvest souls for their Lord.
“Cheer up!”
A voice shouted, that was the voice of political commissar Grigory. Garland Salomon could detect a hint of trembling fear in it, but the tone of Confident enough to snap the soldier out of his freezing panic.
"No big deal! Cadian, these are just your enemies, stand up and fight them! How dare you fear them more than the Emperor! When He asks you to stand up and knock these filth down, You have nothing to fear!"
Suddenly, a dull horn sounded in the distance.
"Huh?"
The leader of the red pirates who seemed a little weak after summoning the demon also heard the horn sound, and he also felt the slight vibration of the ground. At this time, he had ordered everyone to launch a full-scale attack on the fortress. , basically all the troops rushed forward.
“What the hell?”
When he saw the flag rising on the horizon, he was stunned.
Dankizik's horse sensed the breath of battle, and it tightened its reins until Dankizik reined it in.
"Relax"
he soothed, patting the side of his mount's face.
They all crave battle, whether it is horses or men.
The scale of the attack on Drade was huge, and blood was flowing everywhere in the world. As the only Attila cavalry regiment stationed on the planet, the more than ten thousand cavalry led by Monduk Shanyu became a very important fire-fighting force.
But now the situation is very bad. The Attila people rush to help and the troops are scattered. Dankizik is ordered by his father Monduk to rescue the surrounded Qadians, and the troops he gets are only There was only a thousand-man team. Fortunately, he was supported by a group of Krieg's cavalry halfway. There were now about two thousand cavalry.
But this number is not much. If he wants to win with one blow, he must seize the most critical opportunity.
The melee between Cadian and the heretics was so intense that it was impossible to distinguish the details of both sides, and the bodies were piled up, trampled underfoot by their own kind.
Human corpses, slaughtered and bleeding, were covered with flesh and blood on the muddy ground.
Although the heretic army seemed endless at first, Dankizik carefully arranged the army. The cavalry used the ruins of hills composed of a large amount of metal garbage on the outskirts of Aining City to cover and maneuver to the battlefield. Occupying an area on the battlefield at an oblique angle to the Heretic.
Time passed by, and as most of the heretical forces joined the battle, the side facing the imperial cavalry became thin and the flanks were exposed. "Master, we should charge now."
Dankizik's personal soldier, the Blood Guard, suggested that he couldn't wait to get his spear stained with blood.
The son of Shan Yu put down the telescope for the second time. Under the thick felt hat, his thin face covered with scars, a pair of eagle eyes shined brightly.
Each Attila proudly bears a long scar as part of their coming-of-age ceremony, and to create the most impressive scar, the fresh wound is smeared with ash.
“Wait, wait.”
"If we don't take action, the Cadian people may be doomed."
"Wait a little longer."
Dankizik said, wanting to take another look with the telescope, but Paused.
He hoped to see some trace of the enemy leader, but he did not find the enemy leader among the enemy groups. Maybe it was closer to the front line, but it should appear soon.
Suddenly, he noticed the tension in the air and the hairs on his skin stood up.
Dankizik is an untouchable person. In Attila's culture, people like him are also called evil-breakers. This is an honor that comes from the Attila people's deep hatred of all evil magic. They Consider the untouchable a blessing.
And because the Attila people don't like the custom of bathing, they all have a strong smell, which actually alleviates the weird atmosphere of the untouchables.
Dankizik looked towards the middle of the battlefield and finally saw the shining thing.
“It turns out he is an evil witch and deserves to be killed!”
“Master, how should we deal with him?”
Upon hearing the Blood Guard's words, Dankzik's anger turned into cunning. His mustache curled up, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Burn them to death."
After saying that, he put down the telescope in his hand with a bang, pulled out his long sword, and raised it high.
“Blow the trumpet and charge!”
When the Attila flag appeared on the battlefield, the red pirates were stunned. These men were armed with melta lances and explosive lances. , knights riding huge war beasts swept from one side of the battlefield like a strong wind, catching people off guard like a storm.
And not only the Attila people, but the Krieg Death Troopers also joined the charge.
"Turn! Turn! Stop them!"
The officers of the Red Pirates kicked and beat the soldiers hard, trying to get them to form a blockade with machine guns and bayonets. However, the defense line formed in panic But as fragile as paper, the tyrant soldiers stood close to each other, holding laser guns in trembling hands, looking at the roaring cavalry with fear on their pale faces——
The next moment, the huge war beast Knocking them down and trampling them to pieces, the spears pierced their bodies like breaking a water tank. Nearly two thousand cavalrymen were like sharp sabers, instantly piercing through the Red Pirates' attacking formation, from the left to the right. On the other hand, both Space Marines and mortals are equal under the spear, and those armors are also protected by cluster grenades.
The Attila chanted ancient war songs as they killed, while the Kriegs were silent, killing with brutal efficiency.
They were both incredibly good warriors, but the contrast was so stark.
After a round of charge, the spears of all the cavalry were already dripping with blood, and dirt slid off the spears like running water, making the spear tips as smooth as if they had just been forged, but the bloody day was far from over. .
(End of this chapter)