Chapter 316: Afternoon Victory

About two hours later, the Emperor's blessed PDF defense corps gathered its forces, guarding the battle lines that were about to fall apart like wooden boards, like nails stuck in a fence. These two hours were almost unbearable. Time was stretched particularly long in this bloody alien world called battlefield. From every breath to the ammunition fired, every second was testing people's acceptance of extreme environments.

Yes, extreme environment. For many people, the civilization and society that they are accustomed to have completely collapsed here. Every individual is just trying to kill others. Isn't such a place another world for the society that people normally come into contact with?

Now, the third captain of the burning troops is cherishing every breath he takes. The right side of the battle line has been broken through. His fighting intensity has doubled. More than half of his burning brothers have died, and he can only hold his position and wait for mobilization. Normal troops do not have such courage, but he does, because they are all dead, without worries, only for faith.

Since the enemy's surprise attack, it has been a long and disgusting war of attrition. From every shot, every charge, the accumulated fatigue, the aging of equipment, the increased probability of bullet jams, the empty ammunition box, and various tedious things that will not change the battlefield if they appear alone, from a mistake made by a guard to the cessation of fire of the lumberjack, to the destruction of the position by a round grenade.

There is no heroic epic narrative, no so-called greatness, no miracles and the emperor's gift, and no evil plan of the gods. It's just that the soldiers are sleepy, the guns are too hot, the mechanism is loose, and the machine soul is slow. This is the damn reality that lacks drama, tearing apart the place guarded by tens of thousands of people with their lives. On the flank of the trench, the survivors have to shrink their defense and concentrate on fighting the enemy on the right and front.

This is the battlefield, most battlefields, especially the places where the gods and the emperor don't care about countless ordinary mortals fighting, no hero lords, no Astartes, no saint masters, only death, sacrifice, victory and death.

In the midst of his busy schedule, the third company commander lit a cigarette to relax his body. His eyes had become accustomed to the night. His comrades took over and attacked with the whippers. The roars, flames, burning and the roar of guns played a symphony unique to the battlefield. As the only performer and one of the listeners in it, the soldier exhaled a puff of smoke.

There should not be any enemies in this dark place, but before the smoke rings dissipated, a bullet passed through those white things, the empty things, and drew a thrilling trace. With a flash of light and a burning sound, the soldier's entire spirit was mobilized. He exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, stepped on it to extinguish the tiny flame, pulled out the dragon breath gun at his waist, and then the flames instantly spread out. It was a primer that was brighter than any star in the dark night, and it spread out like a shotgun bullet.

This ancient burning thing instantly sprinkled on the person who fired the gun, and the intense screams and crackling of burning human tissue made that thrilling sound. In the bright firelight, the enemy rolled on the ground, hoping to extinguish the flames, but waiting for him was only that sentence. "The Emperor's Blade."

But this matter is not only dangerous, his eyes are alert in the dark night, the defense line has been breached, they are trying to occupy here, the battle line is stretched more multidimensionally, so that the originally peaceful place can't even smoke a cigarette.

"The left side is also leaking! Come on, fill it up here, damn it!" He cursed and called the soldiers, but the fatigue was already deeply rooted. He could feel his arms shaking. The continuous high-intensity combat here was destroying his body. The battlefield was like a domino falling down bit by bit at this moment, but compared to that extremely fast moment, this matter was generally longer.

And he could only pray that this long night would be long enough for them to survive. Now he could only rely on the radio and the tiny light in the distance to judge the situation. There were no stars at night, but the light of the bullets fired again and again, and the Burners who relied on the bunkers and killed the charging enemies with flamethrowers.

The stars composed of life and flames, death and killing, if you look down from the sky, it must be quite beautiful. Those flashing lights, the rapid ones are machine guns, the intermittent ones are rifles, the individual fast-moving ones are stormtroopers, and the ones that suddenly go out are the dead. The most dazzling and crazy ones are the two crazy groups of Burners and Whippers who use their lives to give a small gift to the Emperor.

They are racing against their own fatigue, breathing rapidly, the air is turbid, and the muscles are cramping. Those stimulants and drugs have become popular in the army. Those who want to survive will start swallowing and injecting. In the end, it has become a twisted, morbid, and vicious battle against their own bodies.

As time went by, loopholes began to appear everywhere in the defense line. These loopholes did not represent something as simple as a broken board. They represented death, real, suffocating death, the death of the whippers, the death of the burners. The enemy's obsession with this place became a substantial desire. The crazy expressions of those who took large amounts of drugs and had bright red eye membranes were enough to wake up ordinary people from their naps.

In the successive attacks, the promethium element was also used up for a moment. Before it was filled up, another enemy came over. He wanted to kill people, and his projectile hit the company commander's head. To be precise, it should be On the trenches, I have to admit that the colonel's building is not useless, at least without those things, they would probably be dead long ago.

At this moment, part of those sandbags had crystallized due to the high temperature, and the inward-rolled blades were hung with the bodies of dead and carbonized enemies. The ones that were intact were the thick-leather black military boots, but I didn't know whether the color was dyed or dyed. Carbonized, or stained by the lack of light in this dark space.

The company commander's eyes vaguely looked at the corpse's head from the darkness. It was hollow, like a skull, charred, and attached to the flesh. If those things were considered flesh, was he afraid? He was not afraid at all. He could sleep peacefully even if he hugged Mr. Carbon and shared the bed with him. But he was wondering when this weird repetition would end. He seemed to be trapped in a reincarnation. How many people had he burned today? Can't tell clearly.

He breathed in the smell of coke, which was so unpleasant that it made people sick. Those empty, dark eyes were hard to see clearly at this moment, so he had countless new feelings in his mind, which became his usual routine. It was an appearance that had never been seen before. At this moment, this ordinary skull had devil's horns, protruding teeth similar to those of an orc, or abnormally long cheekbones, just like the most standard fallen person in the eyes of every empire.

At this moment, he raised his head and saw in a daze that Jiao Tan had spoken. There was no sound when talking to him, but he could understand the shape of the mouth. The dry, fleshless mouth opened and closed as he spoke. [Your reincarnation will never end. Throw yourself into the flames, become the flames, burn your soul, and sing the praises of the throne, brass... supreme...]

"Supreme?" He muttered to himself, the Emperor appeared, and his heart was filled with a faint fire that needed the death of his enemy to fill, and as he listened intently to the last two words, the corpse began to stumble. 【fear…】

Bang, bang, footsteps, explosions, after a short change, a private fell into the trench. It was a man in a black military uniform. Half of his body was blown up, bleeding profusely, and his arm was broken, and he hit the barbed wire fence. , interrupted everything. The company commander felt like he was waking up from a dream. Listening to the real and tragic wailing, the enemy's bright red eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and crazy. He immediately filled the weapon with promethium, and then Ask your comrades.

"What's going on? How did the enemy break through?"

He raised his head, and there were only two companions fighting with him. Their team originally had 6 people, but now there were only half of them, and the entire third company and related whippers were even smaller. That was caused by the war of attrition. Irreversible loss of vitality. He looked at his comrades who were fighting and retreating. He picked up the weapon and fired the dragon fire bullet. The projectile was thrown out from the dark night and landed in a gap in the bunker where the enemy had been charging. The blazing gas flames hindered their attack. , only then did the comrades have room to put the raised upper body into the trench.

The bullets of the firearms flashed past their heads. The veterans, that is, the two Burners except him, all had wounds caused by stray bullets. The blood moistened the fireproof cloth. The two men took off their gas masks while panting. , wipe your face, add fuel, the older one said. "Sir, we have already lost all the Flagellants. If we fall again, there will be no one to cover here, and the enemy can attack the soldiers inside the bunker from the flanks."

"Those enemies crossed the encirclement line time and time again. The Burning Troopers and Flagellants have tried their best. The mixed team of PDFs and lord guards on the edge helped us stop most of them, but there are still hundreds of people left, but we..."

The company commander sighed. "So many of those monsters are gone?" he asked in disbelief, and this time when he looked back to the place where the corpse was speaking, there was only silence. He felt that this was a test from the emperor. He thought briefly, and then said .

"Get ready, we will turn into flames. How long has it been since the war?"

the soldier answered. "About, three hours after the attack started."

He smiled. The only good thing was that the fuel they could use was six large barrels, but the enemy still had about two hours to attack here. It was impossible for the three of them to stay here. The enemy was constantly overcoming the defenses on the side. Those crazy stimulant users are using their lives to break through here. The dragon's breath bomb can't last long, and they all know it!

The company commander spoke. "Do you remember how we will die in the oath of joining the group?"

"Dispersed like dust and ashes, white as snow, completely burned." The only two people still alive answered in unison.

"Go and do it!" The company commander said words that were confusing.

At this moment, the dragon's breath bomb has been extinguished, and the light that appears on the battlefield is fleeting. The enemies fill the burning gap with sandbags and various random things, including their own corpses, extinguish it, and then step on it. The high temperature makes the The ground turned sickly black, and those crazy soldiers also raised their automatic guns. Hundreds of people filled the entire front. The place was completely lost. Those people succeeded, and the fortress was logged in!

It is conceivable that after a massacre, the remaining PDFs and guards have absolutely no chance of hindering their more numerous enemies. The urban battle can be delayed, but not much. The fall of this place is already certain. Lord Magron , the traitor Magron will soon be carved into the pillar of shame. Losing his territory without attacking a fortress is equivalent to giving up the castle to others!

And occupying this place is a great honor, which will become white throne coins, countless stimulants, pleasant pills, and noble seats. Maybe the hundreds of people who step into this trench will be ordinary soldiers. With promotion, the officers will become nobles, and the nobles will be reused because they helped the lords to avenge themselves. Because they captured this meat grinder, they were ecstatic, but there were still three rats to be reckoned with.

The officer asked to light up the equipment and illuminate this place. With the bunker, there is no need to cover up. With this idea, a bright light suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield. The guarding troops were surprised, because this represented their failure, at least it was their biggest reliance. , the loss of flanks, if they are attacked from both sides, they will definitely fail. Now it is so difficult to only have one side...

But after the light appeared, the enemies realized that something was wrong. The ground was full of sticky things. The smell of coke and promethium in the air prevented them from noticing. Only now did it become clear that someone lowered his head and smelled a little, and then was The strong and disgusting smell made me roll my eyes.

"Promethium!" he shouted, but it was already too late. On three sides of the trench, the three burners had already deployed their burners. The company commander pressed the button, the flames ignited, and the corners of the trench filled with promethium barrels instantly melted. In a sea of ​​​​fire, they do not have the time or equipment to evacuate and remotely activate. Secondly, they do not know how to evacuate.

As they prayed and carried out, the Burning Legion would not retreat or withdraw, they were like wild beasts begging for the blood, flesh and blood of their enemies, and if they were extremely hungry, some of their own would be among them.

Bright "stars" appeared from the boundless "night sky", and the tiny stars in Brahma became dim. After this incident, no one would mention the capture of the trench area, because the dawn rose early with the crackling of flames. .

Possibly due to the addition of many bones of loyalists, the original blue Promethium Burning Flame now turned as bright red as blood, burning for a long time, for a full three hours, until the enemy retreated, it would still be bright, if not smaller. , it really makes people wonder if there is a star shining in it.

And under such a miracle, a short victory was finally declared, the colonel shouted with sonorous and powerful words. "Praise the sacrifices, we are victorious!"

But the wild snake shook its head. "It's just the beginning. There are still enemies in the void, and we have no way to leave. Secondly..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden vibration occurred. Several hot-melt torpedoes suddenly embedded themselves in the outer wall of the dark harbor, exploded, melted, and completely dissolved the runway and docking areas of the dark harbor, turning them into irregular metal walls.

The enemy does not want to let them go. From now on, no one will leave here again, and the real port will probably be treated in this way...