Chapter 3188 The Battle between Red and Green (Part 1)
Just when Ikotomia almost declared its fall, the situation on the ground was not optimistic, because the green-skinned hulk directly crossed the track and smashed into it. On the surface of the planet, fortunately, their positioning was not very accurate, and they ended up in the ruins of an ancient city far away from the capital of the forge world.
The good news is that the Greenskins didn't give the Foundry Director a big one directly.
The bad news is that they got a lot of garbage, or materials, so when the skitarii and fighter soldiers swarmed in to destroy the invaders, huge green-skinned war engines were pulled out. Rising from the ground, he responded to the coldness of the divine machine with roaring fury.
The overall scale of the invading greenskins is actually not large, about ten to twenty million, and half of them were wiped out in naval battles, and one-third of the remaining half Staying on the satellite means that there are only five to six million greenskins on the ground of the Forge World. If this is placed on other battlefields in the empire, a dozen Astra Militarum can easily solve it.
But the problem is that Alatimos is not strong enough, and it is not even as strong as the Markander II Forge World in the nearby Obscure Star Territory.
At the same time, the Chasseur Corps was dragged into the battle on the satellite, making it difficult to support the ground. The situation suddenly deteriorated to a dangerous level, but the empire's reinforcements did not just come.< br>
"Retreat! Retreat!"
On the deserted hills of death, guns roared, shouts of killing shook the sky, and the air was filled with smoke and inhuman roars.
Red and green collided on the gray earth, and then the red began to melt rapidly.
Greenskins armed with various crude weapons broke through the defense line and climbed onto the ridge. Among them were various murderous cans made from the remains of sacred machinery, violently smashing the Skitarii's defense line.
The military priest Carliss could see the battle line disintegrating around him. Originally, as long as they could maintain the infantry line and the artillery and other long-range troops pull back, they could still resist for a while.
But once they get into a melee, their troops are too thin, and the enemy's troops are several times their strength.
The breakthrough of the battle line turned into a rout. Although the Skitarii retreated alternately in accordance with the instructions, the greenskins were too fast. They were constantly knocked down by rough battle axes and machetes, and were beaten by wild beasts. The iron hooves trampled into flesh.
A fighter servitor with a heavy plasma cannon on its shoulders let out a final roar, piercing a murder canister, and then was overwhelmed by the beasts and overturned to the ground by angry hooves - they were very interested in these things. The machine hates it to the core.
"Alpha 16! Come closer to me!"
While issuing instructions to the Alpha Commander of the Skitarii, Kallis raised his orbital lance and destroyed a crazy aircraft with a precise shot. SUV.
Then, when a leader wielding a chain saw battle ax half a man's height and wearing an iron helmet full of spikes rushed towards the accompanying priest with steps like landslides, a beam of light shot out. Entering the green skin's transparent chest, it staggered, and then continued to rush forward for more than a dozen steps under the influence of inertia before screaming and falling, black blood and steam spurting out from its open jaws.
Then a group of ugly green creatures swarmed in, noisily carving up the relics of their former owner, even the helmet, while the surrounding greenskins continued to roar and charge.
Although he killed a boss, Kalris's heart was calm. His tactical statistics meter was just +1 on 32. Green-skinned bosses can die at any time, or they can be born at any time, unless they are killed. That's the biggest one, but it's not realistic.
The situation was still collapsing rapidly, and now they had to gather together. The situation could still be saved with an orderly retreat, but this opportunity was fleeting. Suddenly, a cannonball exploded beside him. Although his personal protective force field prevented him from being injured, the violent shock wave still knocked him to the ground. When he was about to get up, a roaring green skin had already arrived. When you reach the front, hold your ax high and be about to chop it down.
At the critical moment, a Skitarii suddenly knocked down the beast from the left, and the two fell to the ground and struggled with each other.
The priest climbed up quickly. He was surrounded by the sound of swords clashing. His soldiers were being slaughtered. He picked up his weapon from the ditch on the ground, covered with blood and soil. .
The creature that attacked him and one of the Skitarii were rolling together, both trying to thrust their thumbs into each other's eyes and strangle each other to death.
The military priest raised his gun, and a flash of light passed through the dusk. The twisted, fanged face exploded, leaving the surrounding area covered with blood and brain tissue.
"GV114514, get up, they are everywhere."
When the Skitarii was still lying on the green skin corpse, Kalris reached out and turned it over, only to find that The helmet of this Skitarii, who has served the God of All Machines for ten years, has been torn apart. Where his face should have been, there is now only a piece of flesh and blood... The fangs of the beast actually smashed the metal helmet. , the broken fangs penetrated deeply into the face of the Skitarii, leaving behind a piece of flesh and bones that reflected the dim light of the night.
The chaplain dropped the body of the Skitarii, and he could hear the sounds of many wild beasts approaching quickly.
After several consecutive shots, he stood on the ridge on the other side. When he took in the entire battlefield, his tactical simulator told him that the attack just now had turned into a disaster.
The ruling sage formulated a plan of siege on all sides, which was no problem. Although their numbers could not overwhelm the opponent, their firepower was sufficient. The Skitarii still had an absolute advantage in terms of statistics.
As the main military commanders of the forge world, the ruling sages often regard war as an easy numbers game, but this is often the fundamental reason for the failure of a war, because some things cannot be used Measured by data, war is not always a pure numbers game.
For example, those dirty green-skinned psychic shamans, and those sneaky lurkers.
The former used terrifying psychic energy to directly destroy half of the combat soldier legion, while the latter sneak-attacked the missile launch site and created an explosion that killed two sages and dozens of priests.
So there was a gap in the siege, and the green-skinned leader cunningly seized the opportunity, launched a surprise attack with those huge war machines, directly penetrated the siege line, and then attacked on both sides, and Facing the sudden change in the situation, the ruling sage could not be said to be in a hurry, but he was also caught off guard. His choice was to mobilize the surrounding troops to try to block and wait for him to re-plan his tactical route.
However, the order was issued, but the speed of action of each unit was completely different. This gave the greenskins the opportunity to seize the opportunity and continue to pursue and fight in one direction. In just ten hours, there were eight guards The army group was completely wiped out, more than a hundred priests accompanying the army were killed, and tens of thousands of war machines and fighter servitors were destroyed.
Karlis's troops are now the only ones that are besieging the greenskin skitarii group, but they are more of a delay than a containment.
Because this is simply impossible!
No matter how his tactical logic module operates, he cannot get the second result
(End of this chapter)