Chapter 337 Car Barrage

A murder, from the cousins ​​that humans hate. To be precise, the term "sub-humans" is more accurate, but most people think that the beastmen are far from the loyal Lesters or Ogryns. In this twisted era, hatred for heretics is far more important than the so-called blood relatives.

After the declaration of war by the King of the Traitors, before the top leaders of the Imperial Guards could react, heavy projectiles or shell ejectors, commonly known as automatic guns, roared in the rubble, and there were a few gunpowder-filled throwing explosives.

However, it may be that the Purple Hand will not give the beastmen too good weapons. This is a blessing in disguise. If they have enough firepower, this ambush can cause heavy losses to the Imperial Guards. On the contrary, even if the guns can hit the Imperial Guards, their carapace armor can alleviate most of the impact. Although there will still be bruises and fractures, it is better than disability or direct death.

Most people were caught off guard, and some soldiers were hit in the head accurately. The beastmen's shooting skills were not bad. Their natural night vision ability, with the increasingly severe density of crossfire in the lower nest, showed a completely different strength from those bastards with inferior weapons just now.

Although being hit directly in the head was not fatal with the help of the Astartes-like ceramic steel armor and buffer power unit, it felt like being hit hard by a hammer. Penetration was avoided, but bruises were not. The veterans could endure the pain. They raised their weapons to fight back, but at the same time, the fragments, smoke, and vehicle tilting produced by the explosion of the explosives on the concrete ground caused a lot of trouble.

It must be said that this attack was very successful. The probability of injury was basically six out of ten Imperial Guards were hit. If the vital parts were counted, three or four people should have died.

If the enemy's weapons were better, if the enemy had more explosives, then the Imperial Guard would definitely be hit hard. Secondly, those wounds would not disappear just because the battle was over, and it was difficult for the Emperor's painkillers to be supplied to so many people anytime and anywhere. But even so, it was a blessing in disguise.

But at this moment, heavy firepower and large-mouthed automatic weapons could still penetrate most of the unarmored Hercules tracked vehicles that carried most of the goods and personnel. Any material losses caused by those bastard beasts to the Imperial Guard were quite disgusting. Here, it took countless sacrifices to transport a bomb in. Fuel, if calculated by price, cost a few throne coins per box, so it would cost dozens of throne coins to reach the battlefield!

Although the bomb was not easy to be detonated, and the ammunition box was also explosion-proof and bulletproof, the crude automatic gun copper bullets probably lost most of their power when they arrived next to it, but they could not withstand the loss of food, medicine, and clothes and cloth on the car.

Secondly, under the suppression of firepower, the beastmen began to leave their positions. They did not stick to their own places. Instead, the strongest part of them left those bunkers, because as long as the Imperial Guards reacted, it would be easy to wipe them out. In order to achieve the effect, almost 40% of the beastmen, those strong big horns, crawled out of the ruins and bunkers, holding tattered machetes or waving their big horns.

Such a vigorous and vigorous life-sacrificing tactic requires a high degree of unity of soldiers' thoughts and tactics. At the same time, they avoided the core combat power position of the Imperial Guards, that is, Stormtroopers and Catachans, and the same is true for Space Marines. Although they can rely on shooting to help other troops, they are not numerous and it is difficult to form an overwhelming advantage. They can only let the inner circle of the crew rest assured.

At the moment when those horned beasts began to charge, most of the veterans did not realize it until the giant ramming horn rushed with its owner bending over and charging, but it was difficult to shoot back before the enemy's fire suppression, and the fragile shell of the Hercules tracked vehicle was instantly penetrated.

Although the veterans were conscious of dodging, their companions stepped on the giant horns of the horned beasts and inserted their fellows into the bodies of the trucks, using them as ladders to step into the trucks. It was difficult for the Imperial Guards to fight them in a narrow area. Even if they were better equipped, they would inevitably be injured by the heavy machetes or axes that hit them like hammers.

The bayonets of the Imperial Guards had little effect on their thick fur, and the power sickles were not suitable for the narrow space here. Only the chainsaw swords or single-molecule sabers in the hands of the officers could turn around and kill a few villains.

However, the equipment gap was still difficult to make up. Although most of the blood was from the beastmen, their goals were also clear. They just resisted the attack, took out the supplies inside the truck, threw them out, and then some of the compatriots who responded picked up the food, ammunition, and medicine and ran out.

Such an attack was quite clumsy, but for the current Imperial Guard, it was like rubbing salt into the wound. They could not tolerate this. The Skadi knew best what it felt like to be without supplies. When the soldier called Old Joe finally killed a beastman with a bayonet, his sharp blade just pierced its neck, and blood spurted out, splattering on his dark green carapace, making him look like a demon.

He lifted the corpse off the body of the truck and blocked it behind the broken truck guardrail, using it as an additional cover to prevent it from being shot, while raising his weapon. "Damn heretics, shoot, kill those bastards!"

Other veterans probably followed the same method. Rather than learning from them, it is better to say that most people have thought of this method. Many people even used the bodies of their fallen companions to do it. Even though they were drinking and talking a few minutes ago, they just There were not many dead people, but more dead beastmen. They climbed into the Imperial Guard's car and had to pay for the ticket with their lives.

Death, explosion, and body collapse could not stop the beastmen from taking away the supplies like a relay race for life. When many veterans couldn't help but want to get out of the car, they received the communication. "That's enough. Don't chase after the poor enemy. Your next task is to cover the elite troops to open the door. Although those materials are a pity, we cannot ignore the core strategic goals for their sake."

The second lieutenant's voice stopped the farce. The beastmen in the distance also began to flee due to the huge losses. At most, about 10 soldiers of the Imperial Guard died. Although there were many injuries, they were only veterans of the Skadi Fourth Regiment. There were bruises caused by projectiles or beatings, but the enemy had more than two thousand large horns torn to pieces.

It is difficult to say that they won, nor that the Imperial Guard did a good job. After the soldiers were crudely injected with painkillers or anti-inflammatory drugs, the main force of the war also changed.

In the command vehicle, the second lieutenant analyzed the situation of the attack. "According to the statistics of the loyal heirs of each company, 30% of the supplies were taken away by those disgusting beasts. This is the first time I have seen a battle like this. Instead of focusing on capturing the enemy and eliminating more viable forces, I saw The supplies in the open air look like their eyes are red!”

Most of the supplies of the Imperial Guard are in the temporary camp, and the weapons and equipment are all inside the Chimera armored vehicle. This time, they lost a total of about a hundred deflagration guns and projectiles, as well as a lot of food and medicine, but it was far from being considered a serious injury. , the soldiers lost less, but more painkillers were injected!

The enemy's strange attack left other officers confused. They discussed it for a long time. Some said it was to consume them, and some said the beasts were just bandits, but the wild snake spoke. "Open the door first. There are still hundreds of beastmen stationed on the guard tower, and there are many trenches on both sides. The enemy has not completely retreated. Let the soldiers on both sides cover it, and then break through the gate. Let's go to the garrison camp first, where my organization will replenish the losses. "Although I am not rich, I can barely keep the soldiers fed and clothed."

His tone returned to the same gentleness and calmness as before, more elusive, but his words were rough and clear. The metal gate was still the core problem of the Imperial Guard being beaten like this.

When the mobile team lost mobility, the vehicles became a burden. Otherwise, the veterans would never be in such a mess. In addition, the enemy attacked so quickly and deliberately bypassed the positions of Catachan and the Space Marines. Obviously, the Imperial Guard's observation has been Long.

It's just that they can't think about this matter for any longer. The main goal now is to get out of here. God knows what monsters and ghosts are waiting in this disgusting lair.

Soon, in the upper-level task scheduling, the Astartes and Catachan also had a new mission. The Astartes used a jetpack to jump up to the guard tower and clean up the beastman hybrids inside. Catachan detached from the vehicle body. , pressing forward, the Chimera armored vehicles formed a road in the form of mobile barriers.

Of course, there were also the remaining Beastmen who tried to climb over the Chimera armored vehicles, and many of them succeeded because of their lack of fear of death. However, Catachan easily heard the noises, and then fired at it with a bolt shotgun. A path of flesh and blood was instantly torn open, and the entire huge horned beast split open like a fragile pudding.

Those Catachan and Space Marines matched each other, and the Beastmen's posts on the rough sentry towers fell like raindrops. Most of them were cut into pieces by the chainsword. Those fragments fell to the ground, too. In the heart of the Zealocorn, it listened to the roar through the communicator. Those intermittent and messy battle reports. Humans may not understand those words, but for it, those words are its home language.

It listened to the communicator, and the roars inside were intermittent and painful. To the beastmen, the elites of the empire were not demons. It held the ingenious and small communicator microphone tightly, but did not speak for a long time, just speaking in a hurry. After the sound of chain saws, it became silent.

However, it was not overwhelmed by the pain. Instead, it showed a strange and human smile and spoke. "My Lord, my Lord." It prayed in human language, how elegant its tone was, how resentful it was of humans, simply because Gothic had the advantage of being heard by its master.

It was probably caused by the resentment that came with it when it spoke those words. Its soul was like a shining light in those emotions, making its owner very fond of it. It was also its disgust that caused its soul to be attracted by the Lord of Changes. The favor continues to grow, and its prayers have continued to this day.

"All things are changeable, and human nature is deluded. You have insight into everything, understand all things, give me grace, praise my desires, and accomplish my great things. I praise you, the Lord of all changes, for your honor and your light. Until now, I have eaten all my kindred, and tasted all the despair and pain.”

It lowers its head like a martyr. Its sins are hard to forgive. In this war, it sent tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of compatriots who could only fight to a meaningless death in exchange for the trust of the gods. A resource of empire, a mercy of purple hands.

It allows soldiers to fight with scrap metal, and it allows compatriots to die with false fates and slogans. At this point, traitors are worthy of their name for their own people and for the empire. After all, why not be someone who has deceived themselves? An ever-changing person?

But, the irony is that everything it does now is for its homeland. The high-calorie supplies of the Imperial Guard can raise better horned beasts, and the powerful Imperial weapons, ammunition, and medical care can help them occupy the next nest. More resources, in this dark hell, if it wants to survive, it must stand on the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of countless compatriots.

At this point, the number of local beastmen has been greatly reduced, and they have obtained a large amount of supplies, resources, and living space. After this operation, they can select elite soldiers and strategies to create a force that is enough to dominate the lower levels.

Before this period of time, they would have lost all their previous high-value territories due to this attack. Fortunately, the beastmen can endure extremely harsh environments. The deaths of a large number of other tribes have vacated the harsh lower levels and border areas of many nest cities. .

Yes, it has calculated everything. It will use one hundred years, one war, and one opportunity to fight for a great future for its descendants. It can even invade the interior of the Engili spaceport hundreds of years later, occupy it, and fly among the stars. It does not need the Imperial Guard to die here, but it needs them to win, defeat the Purple Hand, obtain a power vacuum, and give them time to recuperate.

And it will not cause excessive losses to the Imperial Guard, but the acting is very good this time. There is no doubt that the Purple Hand will praise them, and then give them more rewards like giving dog bones, plus the looted during this war Things, the Beastmen are enough to survive the subsequent Imperial Guard raids and the population winter.

They would once again crawl in the shadows, regarded as a ragtag mass, until thousands of years later, the Empire's cousins ​​would once again relent and the beasts would return.

Its eyes shine like a demon. In this dark millennium, threats are not only traitors, aliens, and mutations, but also various unexpected and seemingly weak things. But for the hundreds of millions of people living here, Enough to destroy their fragile lives in an instant.

This is the future of mankind that the gods are looking forward to. Hope can come, but there will always be only temporary peace.