Chapter 270 Taking the Initiative

The Imperial Guard's communication vehicle was ticking, and bad news kept coming out from various companies. Thick smoke was therefore exhaled from Captain Jesk's mouth, and he smoked one cigarette after another.

The commander of the Imperial Guard bears the greatest pressure. The more competent he is, the more dependent he is. Some people like stimulants, some prefer alcohol, and this man who has devoted himself to the empire likes tobacco.

The taste of nicotine paralyzed his nerves from his throat to his trachea, so that he would not be driven crazy by emotions, but he knew that this was not a solution.

The adjutant reported again. "The Lemanus tanks were silenced..."

"The second one? The second one!" The captain was anxious and angry, but he couldn't be dissatisfied with his adjutant. War is like this. Even the greatest war engine of the empire needs to pay a price under certain circumstances. The efforts of the radio team in the train should not be exchanged for his abuse...

"Pull...pull away. We still have three Lemanus tanks left. Even if we take this area, how many will we have left? The enemy is not without heavy vehicles. I'm not sure if we can hold this space bought with blood, damn space!" He asked his officers, but there is no answer to this matter. Only the reality can answer it, because this is war.

The smoke of the battlefield is filled with fragments of metal and cement. The reinforced ground b was originally attacked by shells and death because of the invasion of heresy, and now it is again.

The smell of blood, rust, gunpowder, laser guns and interlaced roars make up this strange landscape. If the hell imagined by humans is a concrete material world, then the battlefield is probably its perfect carrier, madness, despair, and sacrifice.

The soldiers were crawling on the ground, their shrunken bodies were crawling forward. In front of them, there were only smoke, mud, the officers' roars, the roars of guns and those flashing sparks. They were suppressed. To be precise, they had been suppressed since they entered the battlefield.

But even so, those dying people had the courage to raise their guns. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard were not as fragile as the Space Marines imagined. They could only rely on numbers to overwhelm the enemy, because the enemy was more numerous, better physically and better equipped than them. So what made them cover the metal and steel and move forward?

Gurgle, logs, a few bombs, a wooden stick, rolled into the trench with smoke. The heavy machine gunner was immediately attracted by the screams of his comrades to look at the thing. Countless heretics crawled out of the trench or moved to other areas.

It was a nightmare for the heretics, but in the communication area, in the command room, Captain Jesk stopped the negative and desperate smoke. He pressed the cigarette in his hand and burst out with a very terrible spirit, as if he was not a dying person, as if he was not a homeless person.

The officers looked at each other in bewilderment. The only sound in the air was the captain's cigarette. They had no choice. Regional failures would also hit morale. They also had no time. They would use death to exchange for this place, and then rely on thousands of people to guard it. It was a tiny miracle, an impossible thing, but the officers had to do it.

It turned out that the heavy giants of the Space Marines, like armored vehicles, were like anti-material weapons hitting flesh and blood when facing mortals. The completely terrible violent aesthetics were vividly expressed in their movements and attacks.

"It's an angel!"

"Emperor! Emperor!"

"Ready, shoot!" The sergeant looked at the erratic auxiliary runes on the aiming indicator. The weapon in his hand was not even focused, because there were too many people and the distance was not far. He only saw him raise the bolt pistol and bang bang bang, firing continuously during the sliding process.

Despair, death, failure, shame, those nightmares were difficult to cross in front of the survivors of Loande. Although they did very well, very well, the Golden Throne must have its place, an excellent place!

But can death really be considered a reward? They had not seen hope yet. Despite all the efforts, the empire had disappointed them again and again. However, such thoughts only flashed through their minds because they were determined and there was the engine roaring in the sky.

However, the soldiers fighting in the battlefield had lost one-third, that is, 3,000 people! Morale began to collapse earlier than expected, but that was not due to cowardice, but the long battle had dissipated their will. Their bodies were already unhealthy, and close combat, meat-mincing battles, and tug-of-wars made things worse.

The command room began to calculate the situation in an orderly manner, and the adjutant was constantly reporting. "The breakthrough at point A was successful, and the front section of the trench has been taken down!"

Their shouts and the fall of the Space Marines, two forces fell into the trenches. The huge bodies of the Space Marines almost blocked the road alone in the trenches, and the roaring and rotating chainsaw swords were even more nightmares...

They were not fighting for the tyrannical governor, nor for revenge, but for the belief that the Emperor's only glory and the wailing of his hometown intertwined in their minds. Ironically, this was also regarded as the best spirit by the Destroying Eagles, the courage of death.

It turned out that the Imperial Guards did a really good job. They worked hard and died, so they tore a battle line for the Space Marines that could be reached without death. Those supermen who fell thanked the soldiers and showed their gratitude in their own way.

The battle line torn by the officers became the road for the Imperial Guards to invade the trench area. In the cruel meat-crushing for half an hour, a small gap of less than five meters was torn.

"Angels are coming! Angels are coming!" He made the Sky Eagle salute to thank those people. In any case, it was just right now.

Death, high pressure, anger, and faith formed this crazy and twisted army. They used the same method to deal with the enemies who had just treated them like this, tooth for tooth, eye for eye, bloody and crazy.

Even that person was fighting them for life and death before, but now they exploded one by one, and their lives were dominated like pigs and dogs. In other words, they could also be killed by space warriors in this way, but the reaction of those warriors was not fear. But crazy, excited, happy.

Whether they continue to trade Lemanus for bunkers or the lives of soldiers, no matter who can only get this area, but they do not have the troops to maintain their achievements, and the tragic victory is not enough for the Imperial Guard to fulfill its commitment to the Space Marines. This is for The insult of those dead warriors...a huge insult!

The bayonet pierced the chest of the chaotic translucent mask observation holes of the Chaos believers who were wearing gas masks. The soldiers then skillfully turned the blade on the flesh and blood, and the blood wet the uniform. The cultist was pinned down. on the ground, then pulled out the blade and shot him in the head.

"The breakthrough at point b is successful, we are devastating!"

Several blurry smoke bombs blocked the sight to the left and right. The charging soldiers armed with weapons had installed bayonets. With heavy breathing, the dying men charged into the trench. It was about two meters wide and could barely allow the soldiers to walk side by side. , the narrow place became an excellent place for them to raid.

But the bravery of the soldiers has nothing to do with the battle situation. What this good news brought was more than half of the personnel losses and the beginning of sluggish morale. The attackers had fewer people, which was an impossible task. Some people in the headquarters began to abuse, but they did not dare to get involved. Any words of emperors and angels after those filthy words.

Next, when the soldier wanted to kill the second one, the enemy's automatic gun spit out tongues of fire. The soldiers behind him charged and stabbed the bayonet into the head of the enemy who fired. This repetition on the battlefield is like a cycle. Start, making the meat grinding battle more bloody.

It is death, the death of being aware of one's own death and the world of one's birth. Although the governor here is cruel, oppressive, and exploitative, they have no other hometown in the huge void, and this is the only place that is not beautiful and even a little disgusting. The place given to these poor people to survive is not a place to be trampled on.

It's just the madness, loyalty and faith stirred by emotions, which in the current extreme situation form an unbreakable torrent of death, sweeping towards Chaos believers like zombies, even a bit of black humor.

They also knew that if the Space Marines did not show up, then they might want to sit back and enjoy the gains, so they acquiesced in the charge, hoping that the Space Marines would not violate their trust.

the staff officer yelled. "charge!"

He stood up, prepared, and threw as naturally as if he was lighting a cigarette. The bullets from the heavy logging gun were inserted into his body in a moment, and the grenade flew out with his unstrung arm. He was covered here by countless brothers. Now the officer only wants those traitors to die. .

The officer's body was smashed to pieces in an instant, and the explosion of the heavy mine ripped open the entire trench like a mortar. The thick and shocking explosion, and the close-range projectile that could destroy the armor of the tank demonstrated its destructive power on the trench. , until the black smoke and flying black, toxic and greasy soil fell, burying the bodies of dozens of heretics.

The sergeant brandished his chain sword. The angel of death naturally only thanked death, but death for the enemies of the empire. The roaring and rotating serrated blade was a weapon made to tear through the thickness of ceramite armor, used on flesh and blood. Above all, the material is overused, so the person is cracked like tofu...

Because that was not a good news. If they wanted to fight from the trenches to the bunker, they did not have such strength. How long could the Imperial Guard last with such bloody mincing? Everyone already knows this.

The people who climbed out of the trenches did not become better. The laser rays instantly carbonized the traitors, because when they replaced the eagles on their body armor with eight-pointed stars, they were already doomed to die from the wrath of their compatriots. .

People stood up and used their own flesh and blood to tear open the rough and illusory defense line. This was not a matter of life or death, but simple revenge, hatred, and complex emotions driving this crazy army. Regardless of their fighting will, Or in many other aspects, such as combat equipment or experience, it is far inferior to Skadi, let alone the famous worlds of Krieg and Cadia.

Although the trenches were gradually brought under control, hope became slim. In the end, the Emperor's faith could only support those heroes here, and a steady stream of heretics would drown those mortals.

The sergeant who convinced the brothers soared from high altitude and looked at the cruel battlefield, filled with guilt and anger towards the heretics.

"Lower the zipline!" He ordered, and the mortal servant did so, sizzling, the long, thin and strong descending zipline, the Space Marine used a special grip to hold it down like a buckle, and the sergeant also took the lead, relying on his body The weight fell automatically, the Thunderhawk gunship slowed, and the Space Marines fell from the zipline, fireworks flying.

as one of the soldiers shouted. "Thunder Eagle, Angel!" At the same time, the heretics showed fear, just like mice seeing the eagle. They betrayed the empire and therefore feared those angels.

The captain was smoking a cigarette. At this moment, he had finished the entire package of special imperial supplies that were distributed to the reconnaissance troops to relieve the pressure. Anyway, there were fewer people than supplies, so he scattered the cigarette butts in the basin and continued to smoke outside the window.

The screams, deaths, and despair of the people changed their targets instantly. Those heretics were caught in the two most efficient meat grinders of the Empire, between the Imperial Guard and the Space Marines. No enemy of the Empire was willing to experience such a nightmare. No enemy would think that they could accept the wrath of the Imperial Blade and the Imperial Hammer in such a narrow place and bear it at the same time!

An officer lay on the ground, lowered his body, pretended to be dead, and knocked on the cluster mines on his waist. The damn thing was so difficult to activate, but the officer was already weak because of the disease. After a short sizzling sound, the least obvious sound on the entire battlefield, the middle-aged man showed a bitter smile.

Therefore, those Loander people who were mincing meat with the enemy saw a miracle, the punishment of the angels, that was a bomb falling, instantly tearing the flesh and blood, turning those traitors into blood and dirt, and scattering them on the mummy-like Loander people, accurately, and such a terrible weapon exploded in front of them.

On this point, the Imperial Guards and the Space Marines reached a common concept, that is, their lives were worthless, and if they could be exchanged for hope, then they would take it all. However, those people knew that they were ashamed of their comrades, and the burden in their hearts would not be dissipated by reason.

"Emperor, it's too fast, I can't believe how those angels will tear apart the battle line, how blood and death will befall the enemy, but I am so moved, is this the power of the Emperor?"

The captain nodded. "Yes, this is the Space Marine, the Astartes, the son of the Emperor, the child of the Primarch, our savior..."

"But do not ignore the defenses we tore open and the enemies we defeated. We are not their additions, but their comrades. Declare the artillery units forward and the armored units forward. We will attack here. Cheers to hope until our poisoned organs are filled with the blood of the enemy, until the uncultivated soil absorbs the flesh and blood of those heretics, for the Emperor and for Loander!"

Those people raised their chests, and the previous emotions dissipated. It is hard to imagine that such despair can dissipate in less than a minute, but this is the power of mankind, and they shouted. "For the Emperor! For Loander!"