Chapter 251 Chapter 117: Storm's Attack and Defense (4)

The battle on the star fortress was much more intense than the initial space station.

After the suddenness of the first round of attacks, the orcs naturally activated their own defense mechanisms.

Arden followed his team and moved forward steadily. The brown-yellow Mark VI power armor was difficult to distinguish from the background under the dark red lighting.

The clanging steel boots stepped over the charred body of the orc in front of him. Alvin, the second team leader in the front team, patiently fired bombs one by one at the intact body of the orc to prevent the appearance of those who pretended to be dead.

After a few dozen steps forward and turning a corner, the space in front suddenly opened up. Hundreds of orc corpses fell around the front half of a landing torpedo.

In the center of the orcs who fell outward like straw were the broken corpses of five Astartes.

The hot melt bomb was the last decent end of this tragedy;

The twisted torpedo hatch and the anti-seismic clamp that failed to be fully released together formed the beginning of this failed operation.

Veteran Congreve at the front of the team slowly stopped, and the detection array on the heavy Terminator power armor began to work with a low hum;

He smashed the boarding shield in his hand on the spot, then placed the heavy weapon in his hand on it and aimed it at the passage at the end of the hall.

Team leader Alvin walked forward slowly, lowered his head to identify the situation of these corpses, and then turned back to shout to Arden:

"Pharmacist, you have work to do."

The servo skull floated above the team and patrolled around. Amid the harsh sound of the demolition drill, Arden collected and recycled the gene seeds that could be recovered from the five brothers.

"Emperor's blessing!"

Arden whispered, then stood up to pack up his equipment and put the seeds he took out in the special interlayer of the power backpack.

As he stood up, the team resumed the battle march formation and moved towards the depths of the star fort again.

The sound of gunfire in front became clearer and clearer. Most of the bodies seen along the way were orcs, but in some positions where the terrain was obviously conducive to defense, Arden still saw the bodies of Astartes warriors.

And one after another, Astartes squads were emerging from other dark places.

Some of them were from the same regiment, but most were not;

Arden looked at them, occasionally nodded to his fellow pharmacists, and then watched them leave.

The main force of the Orks had been repelled by the troops that landed first.

But as a space city that could dock several main battleships at the same time, the space here gave the defenders enough room to retreat;

When the Orks were forced to abandon the port and began to retreat to the gate leading to the main body of the Star Fortress, the Astra Militarum and their armored vehicles, as the main force of the assault, also began to appear.

Large transport ships began to dock at the port of the Star Fortress, and at least ten Leman Russ tanks were unloaded from the spacecraft.

The young Simon, wearing a standard Astra Militarum lieutenant uniform, leaned out his entire upper body from the position of the commander of a Leman Russ Executioner and looked around.

This was the privilege of being a commander, and Simon himself had not been given it for long.

Privileges are not a good thing at the grassroots level of the army unless they are the right to glory or death.

At least its existence is not conducive to the unity of the grassroots soldiers.

But the high temperature inside the Leman Russ tank was also unbearable.

Less than a week after being appointed as the new tank commander, Simon couldn't help but start using this privilege, even though his predecessor died on it.

A large number of Astra Militarum passed by them, with the same logo as these Leman Russ tanks, indicating that they came from the same Astra Militarum.

Simon and his team members operated their vehicle, the Herald Bird, and followed the large army.

The command given to them by the headquarters was strict enough, and these Astra Militarum troops assigned to the siege were naturally elite enough.

As if sensing the upcoming gaze of the political commissar, Simon quickly retracted his upper body into the car a second before the danger occurred...

The rolling torrent carried the Astra Militarum and their steel to the battlefield, and after these Astra Militarum troops left, on the transport ship at the end of the dock,

the footsteps of the Knight Titan also sounded on the wide dock.

Metal giants over ten meters tall walked down from the spaceship in groups of two or three according to their respective relationships;

They were the first organization notified by the command to participate in the war, but also the last combat unit to appear.

Their height just stepped on the space limit of the star fortress, so after many considerations, they became the last blow prepared for the orcs.

At least four such troops, led by the Astra Militarum, started from the four docks of the star fortress and launched an attack on the orcs guarding the gate.

The Astartes turned to other directions outside the four gates and continued to destroy the star fortress by infiltration.

The frontal attack has begun, and the Astra Militarum has connected with the front-line Astartes' defense line and continued to maintain sufficient pressure on the orcs with the firepower in their hands. The Astartes began to gradually surrender their positions and gather in other directions.

The degradation of suppression brought about by the change of weapons is extremely obvious, and the orcs can easily sense this from the sound of gunfire.

The weapons of mortals are destined to be difficult to compare with the Astartes. If you want to achieve the deterrence and threat of the GW Mark series of bolter guns, you need at least ten times more laser guns to make up for it.

Fortunately, the heavy firepower team had already entered the battle position. When the heavy machine guns and mortars began to roar with alternating support, the systematic heavy firepower and the infantry's volley guns cooperated together and finally withstood the pressure from the orcs.

This was just a spontaneous counterattack by the orcs, and the scope of the mobilized forces was limited to infantry;

The vehicles that the orcs had assembled in the position that was out of sight of the front line later were the real main force of this counterattack.

The Astra Militarum had no time to catch its breath from the previous offensive, and saw a larger scale of steel torrents.

A variety of modified strange-shaped, tracked orc tanks, or orc express vehicles, emerged from the rear of the front and approached the Astra Militarum's position at a rapid speed.

This number of vehicles assembled and attacked, causing great trouble to the Astra Militarum.

Their anti-armor weapons and logging guns were only equipped with conventional base numbers. Once a large number of armored units appeared at the same time, the few anti-armor missiles that were fired were used up, and they could only rely on grenades and incendiary bombs to solve the problem.

And considering the range of these two weapons, you can unilaterally think that this is a trade-off, a cruel trade-off after the defense mechanism was penetrated.

A large number of orcs took advantage of the opportunity when the Astra Militarum was suppressed by the frontal offensive and walked out of their positions, joining the counterattack with wild laughter.

There were also fearless jumpers and fart spirits tied with bombs and thrown from the back, running forward with the traffic in front with absurdity of crying and laughing.

The woodcutters and laser guns were shooting at these orcs frantically, but the effect on these extremely fast-moving targets was extremely poor;

This seemingly excited resistance group was false, which could not give the soldiers courage. They knew that this was the result of the commander's loss of a corresponding plan.

The rain-like shooting did not have a truly stable rhythm. Once there was no follow-up firepower vacuum, it would be the death of these soldiers.

But they had no time to adjust, so they could only make do with it. Even if they wanted to change, they had to wait until they repelled this attack.

So the soldiers knew that the political commissar's temper today must be very good, which can be seen from the pistol he had not yet fired today.

The battle distance of hundreds of meters was reached in an instant, and the soldiers in the trenches in front could already see the paint of the orc vehicles clearly.

The veterans wrapped the grenades on their waists with wires, and then rolled them from the trenches to the orcs' vehicles in the next second...

But the orcs didn't care about their existence at all. They were waaaah again and started to charge enthusiastically with the tanks.

One or two obstacles to the rolling traffic were like sand towers before the tide, fragile and fleeting.

The entire defense line looked precarious at this moment, as if it would be penetrated by the green tide in the next second.

It was at this time that the armored forces behind the human positions finally appeared in front of everyone.

The heavy sound of tracks mixed with the low sound of plasma shooting sounded behind the Astra Militarum. Every time a silver-white light bullet brought up a ray, it turned all obstacles along the way into powder.

And the twenty destructive blows made the orcs who had already started to get excited begin to calm down.

This was the artillery fire of the regiment's armored battalion. The timely arrival of 20 Leman Russ Executioners saved the possible rout here.

The participation of the 20 twin-mounted plasma cannons they carried also dealt a heavy blow to the Ork vehicles charging head-on.

The thick gun barrels were still working, and after each low-frequency vibration, the high temperature dissipated by the cooling fins was enough to distort the air in front of the commander Seven who was looking out from the turret.

Yes, Simon couldn't stand the heat in the car again and sneaked out of the commander's seat. What surprised him was that the other commanders thought the same as him, and they all commanded outside on the grounds of better vision.

The power of the twin-mounted large plasma was so outrageous that every time the deadly silver light was lit, it not only melted the Ork tanks, but also took away the lives of Orcs along the way;

Conventional bunkers had no defensive meaning under the high-temperature rays. Under the unhurried shooting rhythm of Leman Russ, it was only a matter of time before they became a molten metal mass.

The Ork's defense line began to have hidden heavy firepower that exposed its position and began to counterattack these tanks.

In just the first round of silver light, at least six heavy firepower points on the orc positions were penetrated and targeted directly.

They must be crushed! This is what the orc boss thought after seeing these Leman Russ.

First update, a little stuck.