Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1095 - Chapter 1092 The unfilled battlefield

The Lost Mechanic-Priest of the original body saw this and said aloud, “Lord Guilliman, we have other designs here. Tanks that can gain the advantage of the commanding heights, and armored vehicles that can gain the advantage of the commanding heights…”

At this time, a clever Ultramarines adjutant came over quickly and pushed and carried the Mechanic Priest out. “Okay, okay, Lord Guilliman understands your wishes. There is a lot of work here, and I hope you will not continue.” It’s taking up Lord Guilliman’s energy.”

The Mechanic Priest nodded, still expressing his opinion, “It is understandable that the memory should not be occupied too much to damage the efficiency of the machine soul. Lord Guilliman’s behavior can be called efficient.”

The valuables that raised blood pressure finally disappeared. Guilliman covered his face and sighed. He looked through his fingers to the battlefield feedback on the table and began to analyze the battle situation.

“Let the Valhalla 15th and 16th Corps fill the abandoned wall defense line, and the Cadia 114th, 115th, and 980th Armored Regiments and the Catachan 1st, 5th, and 7th Regiments surround the Tivo factory area. Let Calgar lead 67 to 90 Ultramarines The company stormed the degraded barracks and told Cato Sicarius not to rush too far and throw away the cover of the friendly forces. “

The orders were sent out in an orderly manner, and Guilliman contacted Sanguinius to ask if he was okay.

“Me?” Sanguinius shook off the blood from his sword and said humbly as he looked at the sixteen Orc Titans that were gradually burning and collapsing in front of him, “It’s okay, just so-so. I only did a little bit contribution.”

“Okay…Okay…” Guilliman nodded. He knew the strength of Sanguinius. Among all the brothers, this angel’s combat prowess was as good as his beauty, which was simply unmatched by mortal things.

After a long time, Guilliman said to Ryan, “Okay, brother, you can go up and tear them apart.”

Ryan narrowed his eyes, feeling that Guilliman’s remarks simply implied that he was the same as Leman Russ.

Hum…a boy who needs a spanking…

As soon as Ryan moved his steps, the Dark Angel behind him understood that the battle had begun and quickly prepared for the battle.

The next second, a huge forest bloomed in front of his eyes, enveloping all the Dark Angels.

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“We need support! We need support!” Sergeant Wood, who had a slight head injury, roared into the intercom. He didn’t know if he could call for reinforcements, but he knew he had to do it.

The battlefield is really too big…it’s really too big…

Before the war started, it was emphasized that the next battle would be a pot of porridge, which would be a severe test for officers and soldiers at all levels.

At first, Sergeant Wood couldn’t understand it. He still thought about how big this battlefield could be.

You must know that he is also a veteran who has fought hard battles. The Iva World Empire and the rebels fought fiercely. Millions of powerful tanks were running on the vast plains, so that in the later stages of the war, the tanks The wreckage formed a complex street fighting structure.

But now it seems that his pride has become a joke. They said that the number of legion armors deployed here is tens of billions, and the number of soldiers is immeasurable.

When the numbers are too large, the human mind loses concept. When there are tens of thousands of people, they are boundless and it is impossible to distinguish the number.

With so many troops on this chessboard-like battlefield, there is still a terrible situation where the defense line cannot be filled up, which shows the scale of the battlefield.

But just because they can’t fill the battlefield doesn’t mean the enemy can’t fill it. What Sergeant Wood and his troops need to fight are not orcs, but degenerate soldiers who look like humans but have no human appearance. There were only a few thousand people in their small position, but there were hundreds of thousands of degenerate soldiers who came to besiege them.

If it weren’t for the sufficient ammunition tubes and the stiff and clumsy movements of the degraded soldiers, they would have been unable to hold on.

“Enemy’s armored forces! They’re coming!”

A howl drew Wood’s attention from the buzzing intercom to outside the position.

The corpses of the degraded bodies piled up into hills one after another composed of powder and debris, making this flat area rugged.

Degraded Leman Russ tanks, degraded Chimera armored vehicles, degraded sentries and many degraded infantry crowded over. The overly dense formation caused them to be crushed under the feet of the friendly forces behind them from time to time, but what did this mean to a unit with no morale, and even no life and soul?

There are also some enemies who came out of the mountain of corpses. They merged together and wriggled forward in twisted and deformed postures.

Looking at the enemy troops coming like a tide, Wood felt a sense of despair in his heart, but he was not afraid, because in this position, and even in this battlefield, all humans saw the holy and inviolable perfection of the God Emperor. face.

Wood was moved to tears just by seeing the God-Emperor’s perfectly proportioned human body, and his majestic face made his heart suffocate.

Since then, there has been no coward or coward in the imperial army, and no doubts about the Golden Throne have disappeared. This has even made the political commissars whose main job is to maintain order in the army almost lose their jobs.

laugh! laugh!

The sound of the heavy laser cannon was like the roar of the God Emperor, firing the first shot of the position defense battle. A deteriorated Leman Russ was penetrated through the shell on the spot, and the disgusting and juiceless meat inside also burst into flames.

“For the God Emperor! We will die with honor even if we die in battle!” The only remaining soldiers shouted, throwing the prepared grenades far away.

The moving wave was slightly slowed down, but its forward momentum still did not stop.

Deteriorated Leman Russ opened fire, and the shell was spit out together with the shell, falling into the position and exploding. Countless bone fragments attacked the soldiers’ bodies like flying needles, rattling their armor.

The degraded sentry also opened fire, and the weapon with a structure similar to a rapid-fire laser cannon spit out a series of carrion water arrows. The burning bunker made a hissing sound, and the soldiers’ flesh turned to bones and cracked.

Wood and his soldiers were suppressed by the raging fire. When the enemy rushed into the position, they were about to return to their throne.

Without blaming the friendly forces for not providing support, Wood took out a chain sword issued to him as a non-commissioned officer and held a laser pistol that was about to run out of energy in his right hand.

“Dedicate yourself to the God-Emperor today…the folks will be proud of us…proud of us!”

Wood thought silently to boost his energy, and when the head of the degraded soldier appeared, he could rush forward and fight fearlessly.

However, today was by no means the day he died. A series of cursors struck from afar, piercing into the body of the degraded soldier, taking root deeply like a parasitic plant, and then exploded.