Chapter 143: Front and Back

Lin Fan and his men were creating chaos in the rear, and the Space Marines were removing the orcs' artillery fortresses. What was the scene like on the front battlefield?

The God Machine Titan had disappeared. In the wilderness outside the Hades Hive, there was only the Imperial Army and the Orc Army exchanging fire.

A new line of defense across the entire subcontinent was constructed. In order to prevent the Orcs' counterattack, these long trench positions were constructed in three layers.

Tens of thousands of legions with different numbers gathered hundreds of millions of soldiers and exchanged fire with the same number of Orc troops.

Now they were out of the complex Hive, without those solid fortresses and gun towers with excellent firepower, only the pits and craters full of steaming craters, and the bones and vehicle fragments that were lifted up by the shells and buried deep underground to accompany them.

In this war, neither side had the doomsday weapons they had when they first came. Neither side had those Titans that were like mountains. Only a small number of Knight Titans and Goofy King Kongs that were more than ten meters high appeared on the battlefield.

But these creatures, whose number is so small that they can be counted on one's hands, are not the protagonists of the battlefield.

The real power of the counterattack of the entire subcontinent this time is the numerous Astra Militarum soldiers, the cheaper and cheaper Chimera tanks, and the durable Leman Russ tanks.

There are also various types of artillery that release deadly artillery fire, petrified lizards, manticores, Medusas, quadruple siege mortars, and all the equipment at the bottom of the box are pulled up.

This time, the desperate counterattack must completely drive the orcs out of the subcontinent.

"Damn Berkman! Turn the muzzle, turn the body! We must turn the body straight!"

An armored unit has been almost wiped out, with only one Leman Russ tank left, moving the body in the orc artillery and using its heavy front armor to block the orcs' anti-tank firepower as much as possible.

The soldiers covering the surrounding area are almost dead, and they can't expect those deafening beast suppressor laser guns to wash their cars.

The commander could no longer open the lid to observe the surrounding scene. He could only keep the vehicle moving as much as possible to prevent his tank from being sent flying by the explosive hammers in the hands of those tank-exploding guys.

The bolt guns on both sides of the vehicle fired deadly bullets, sweeping the orcs approaching on both sides, and the coaxial bolt guns on the front fired at the orc vehicles, affecting their aiming.

An armor-piercing shell was loaded, with a sacred blessing of praising the machine spirit engraved on it, and some dirty words written by the soldiers on it.

For example: Taste your father's hotness.

This behavior was strictly prohibited by the Political Commissar Department because they believed that such frivolous behavior was not in line with the style of the army. However, considering that the survival time of these soldiers after entering the battlefield can be calculated in hours or even seconds, there is no political commissar to investigate these behaviors too strictly.

As long as you don't hold the scribbled shells to show off in front of the political commissar.

Boom!

An armor-piercing shell was fired, crossing a distance of thousands of meters and hitting a dirty orc car in the distance.

The shell penetrated the front armor, penetrated the entire body and hit the soil behind. The orc operating the tank was smashed into pieces by the thick shell, and the fuel leaking from the engine was ignited.

The entire dirty tank was like a lighter, spraying flames from the gap between the turret and the body, and then exploded within a few seconds.

After one shot, it takes more time to reload. The automatic loader of the shell quickly replenishes the shells and presses a new armor-piercing shell into the chamber.

There was a knocking sound from the body, echoing throughout the body. The tank crew endured the shaking of the body and the buzzing echo inside, and once again aimed at the new orc dirty car.

Those unstable artillery could only leave bullet marks and pits on the front armor of the Leman Russ, and no one could penetrate their vehicles like this.

Another armor-piercing shell was fired, hitting the turret of another dirty tank, blowing off the upper armor of this modified and unrecognizable tank.

The orcs could see the sky above their heads from the huge wound.

"Captain! Those orcs are surrounding us! I can't handle it. There are only more than 100 bullets left in the machine gun!"

A young and sharp voice that gave the commander Hadlich a headache echoed in the communication system inside the car body. This was a new recruit who had just joined their team.

They had fought all the way from the Styx defense line to now. The only veteran left was the gunner Berman. Vicky's driver skills were also good, but he was sent from another crew and was not familiar with the combat style of the commander Hadlich.

But those new recruits operating the machine guns gave him a deep headache.

The tank was not like those soldiers. If a crew member made a mistake, the whole vehicle would bear the cost.

He didn't know how to save ammunition, didn't know how to suppress burst fire, was emotional, easily nervous, and would press the trigger until the machine soul could not support it.

If they were not really short of crew members now, Hadlich really wanted to shoot this rookie who dragged them down.

"Calm down, Rak! Save your ammunition when you know you're out of bullets! Burst fire! Burst fire! And from which direction are those orcs coming?"

"Captain! I don't know! I feel like they're coming from all directions! They're everywhere! I swear to the throne! I can see their dirty teeth!"

This damn idiot.

Hadlich cursed inwardly, knowing that he really couldn't count on this guy, so he used the commander's unique external communicator to seek help from the rear.

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"This is the Pluto Armored Regiment, this is the Pluto Armored Regiment. We have suffered from the attacks of the orcs in the area. We are now unable to support the battle and need fire support."

"Zizi~ Got it~~ This is the 8703 Artillery Regiment in the rear. We can provide you with artillery cover. We will attack the area. May the Emperor bless you."

"May the Emperor bless you." Commander Hadlich turned off the communication and adjusted his posture. He didn't want to be hit on the head by the impact of the artillery later.

"Let me guess, those artillery guys are going to fire indiscriminately, right?"

"That's right, you dog, you are right." Hadlich cursed Berman. The way they get along has always been so vulgar.

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The commander of the 8703rd Artillery Regiment is admiring the artillery of their regiment in array. He loves his job so much, it is safe and comfortable.

Away from stray bullets and dangerous orcs, there is only the red and black sky illuminated by artillery in the horizon. The sound of fighting in the distance reminds him of the beautiful sound of rain hitting the corrosion-resistant metal plate.

Now, they need to provide fire cover for the new coordinates and for the friendly forces trapped in the siege.

As for whether there will be accidental injuries?

Facing these artillery with a caliber of several hundred millimeters, luck is your best protection, not thinking about finding shelter. These heavy shells can completely penetrate those temporary fortresses and those bunkers without composite explosion-proof panels. Send everything to the sky.

The piles of shells behind the artillery, shining yellow, moved the commander of the artillery regiment to tears. The personnel of the Mechanicus are quickly recovering these things and sending them to the factory in the rear.

"Correct artillery parameters!"

"Load high-explosive shells!"

"Wait for orders!"

"Fire!"

The shells flew out of the thick barrels, streaking through the sky and flying far away. The ejected shells were smoking and thrown into the shell mountain.

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"Did you hear that? You rookies! The artillery is coming! Pray to the Emperor that you can survive!"

Captain Hadrich screamed in the communication channel, and then the violent sound of the artillery explosion overwhelmed everything.

The Empire is a shit mountain, but Chaos is worse than it