Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #227 - Chapter 220 The final battle between trapped beasts
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Chapter 220 The initial battle of trapped beasts
The expeditionary corps continued to advance, and the traitor troops retreated step by step. Most of them thought they had lost their advantage and evacuated from the Castle Star Port. At the same time, countless ships were destroyed by the loyal warships of the Empire, and beautiful flames appeared in the void.
Previously, when a small amount of resistance still existed, the 143rd Regiment of Paltoria, the 36th Regiment of Paltoria, the 17th Infantry Regiment of Valeria, the 1st Armored Regiment of Ideen, and the 1st Armored Regiment of Panlan entered the impregnable Udon Fortress at noon.
Since the beginning of the war, for more than two months, the Revenge Expeditionary Army has not been the offensive party. The Militilian rebels prefer to hold their positions and conduct defensive operations. Except for launching a counterattack to regain lost territory when necessary, or launching a surprise attack on the front line of the expeditionary army, the rebels have not taken any offensive actions.
But after such a sacrifice from the aliens, the strategic situation changed. When the 143rd Army of Partoria, where Ryan was in school, approached the second line of defense from the north, it would encounter the enemy’s first offensive since the war began.
However, the high-precision strikes of the strong armored forces and the destruction of the shields by the void battleships that followed one after another made the traitors surprised that the governor they trusted did not activate their weapons. In just a moment, many commanders realized that the previous equipment was not an illusion.
The “rumor” that the governor was dead burned like wildfire in the dry grassland, destroying the will and wishes of most traitors and crushing their remaining expectations. If they had won before, they would still be waiting for others with the help of the governor. Now, what awaits them is death and the ruthless judgment of the empire.
It can even be said that the defection caused by morale problems has caused more loss of manpower than the attack of the Imperial Guard. If they stick to their posts and at least shoot back a few times, the war will not be so smooth.
Finally, in the bombing, the seemingly indestructible adamantium wall collapsed. Ryan ordered the soldiers to rest beside the school. The soldiers were relieved. Surrounded by armored vehicles, they were accompanied by Lemanus, Chimera, Basilisk, Hydra, and many other “monsters” who kept them safe.
The adamantium wall had become rubble, and those tall and huge orbital defense equipment had been dismantled by the angels with hot melt and bombs. Victory was in sight, so much so that the soldiers of the Imperial Guard began to joke that the enemy could probably hold out for a few days, or even hours.
It was not that they were arrogant, but that war was indeed easier than they imagined. They did not know the efforts of the officers, nor the help of the aliens, but they felt that the action was devastating and vigorous, and those traitors were even more vulnerable.
For the first time, they felt the battlefield in the military affairs department’s leg book, relaxed, with very few deaths, and the war seemed to be something that was natural, although the soldiers were still vigilant.
But when the Asian auxiliary army brought the big pot with the aroma of liquid tea, the soldiers were salivating over the hot stew that humans should eat, with a small amount of cod meat, vegetables, starch crops, protein, starch, and vitamins.
Pick up pots and pans, and some people even use helmets to pick them up. No one cares too much on the battlefield, and many people even think that dandruff is a kind of seasoning.
Those hungry and dilapidated soldiers who had marched in the afternoon and witnessed the bombing of warships and tanks had nothing to complain about.
As the saying goes, they are not as good as homeless people. Now it seems that Coco is not as good as stray dogs.
In the command-type Salamander tank, Ryan looked at the trenches they crossed. The soldiers of Partoria were cleaning up the cruel battlefield there in an orderly manner. Death and collapse seemed to be worthless to those iron-blooded warriors. Unlike their gorgeous appearance, they were highly disciplined and afraid of death. Although they were not as famous as Krieg, they were also the backbone of the empire.
The soldiers came with hot soup. Ryan leaned out of the top of the tank, holding the iron bowl that looked like a dog bowl and stirring its surface slowly with a spoon that was a product of the Empire’s light industry and was easily damaged.
The quality and quantity of meat, ingredients, and food were better than those of ordinary soldiers, but they were only normal. This was the level after the Sun Lord took the Eastern Agricultural World in Elanbail, which was a pity.
The war left a mess there. Wearing a red and red uniform like a dress, Ryan walked on the top of the Salamander tank in an untidy manner. This was something that the noble boy would never do before. At least the oil had made his gorgeous uniform dirty.
His adjutant asked. “Sir, do you regret joining the expedition?”
Ryan shook his head. “Does he think that the steaks and red wine he was tired of eating before should be saved now and distributed to the soldiers who fought bloody battles.”
“Just give him the cod soup. He doesn’t need so many good things. He can just talk behind the scenes.” He sighed. As a newly promoted commander, he relied on his relationship with the Sun Lord to achieve a position that he might not even have in the generals.
Those guys who don’t like him will shut up and disappear. His family will also be able to rest assured for hundreds or even thousands of years, because he is the “friend” of the supreme ruler of the Star Army and the reserve member of the High Lord Council.
At least he is a comrade-in-arms…
That made him uncomfortable. He was not a good-for-nothing, but now he relied on things like one person’s success and the whole family’s success…
The pride in his bones made him not allow himself to do that, but his powerlessness on the battlefield seemed to prove that. He was not as good as the hero who destroyed the eagle, and he was not as good as Kane. It was obvious that there was very little he could do.
“How’s the situation with the Master Chief?” he asked.
The lieutenant answered from outside the Salamander. “While the walls were still standing ready, they had established radio communications, and he felt that the world was not completely safe.”
I dug out my last bite of food at school. “Intuition? It’s hard to evaluate their vigilance. OK, call the soldiers up and the war starts again.”
The adjutant turned on the radio at this moment, but he didn’t say anything, and a familiar voice said. “At school, where is the Destruction Eagle? The enemy is coming…”
Ryan asked in disbelief at school. “direction?”
the Master Chief replied. “Direction 38 o’clock.”
When the school picked up his telescope, the slightly noisy dust and black smoke from the fuel already represented the situation.
Although the rebels had previously abandoned the northern defense line and the entire outer wall without firing a shot, they had organized an armored force in the area between the northern defense line and the core defense line.
Yes, the rebels have assembled a considerable armored reserve in the first residential area of the castle, using a large number of Lemanus main battle tanks, Chimera armored personnel carriers, Salamander self-propelled artillery and Griffin self-propelled heavy mortars and their The crews were specially saved and concentrated there to prepare for the Revenge Expedition Army’s counterattack.
For some reason, the rebels, who had seemed like lost dogs before, suddenly made up their mind to strike hard at the group army while they were resting in the open field after leaving the solid trenches.
Now that the Partorians have occupied the temporary position, the forward observation posts in the area reported hearing a large number of enemy vehicles moving. Moreover, when testing the enemy’s intentions, the enemy’s interference bombardment also increased. It is obvious that whether Prevent reconnaissance operations.
Before, the colonel believed that the rebel Coco would launch a counterattack in some areas, so he replenished the forward wing, rested and adjusted, and prepared to order everyone to be on standby at night to prepare for battle.
But now, the soldiers quickly dug a new trench (most of the trench was a shallow trench) and prepared laser rifles to face the traitor’s attack.
The first to arrive were the rebel artillery shells. First, the test projectiles fell in all directions, and then the concentrated fire poured down on the position of the 143rd Partoriya Regiment. The barrage came like a stormy sea.
The heavy artillery shells were mixed with smoke bombs, which emitted thick red smoke and obscured the entire battlefield. The enemy then launched the first wave of attacks under the cover of the smoke screen.
The traitor drivers stepped on the accelerator, and the tanks and armored personnel carriers rolled over the rugged ruins. Behind them, the stars were just about to set, and the bright moon rose with a tragic red light behind the dust kicked up by the attackers.
When the rebel attack formation reached the defensive position, the enemy bombardment stopped.
The vehicles kept approaching, the sound of their engines cutting through the smoke, sounding like the blacksmith shop of hell opening up.
Those tanks fired artillery at the front trenches, and the shells exploded one after another in the crowded trenches, leaving bloody holes one after another.
The entire front was in panic. There were reports of sightings of tanks and Chimera armored personnel carriers everywhere. The enemy troops were advancing step by step. Their infantry jumped from the Chimeras and tanks to the east, shouting blasphemous slogans, bayonets in their legs, Axes and machetes, they all charged at the Imperial soldiers.
The troops responded with laser rifles, heavy machine guns and heavy explosive shells, adding auxiliary firepower to their own armor. When the rebel tanks fired at the trench, in an instant, the trench was blown up, tons of soil collapsed, and An entire squad of soldiers were buried alive inside.
The rebels tore holes and hunted in packs like wolves. Bullets and tank shells swept across the ground. Because of the sudden attack, many Imperial engines were destroyed by the traitors, and thick black smoke was emitted.
“Damn it, can the armored regiment fight back?” The loss made Ryan sad at school. Carelessness is poison, no doubt poison, but he even more doubts whether someone made those traitors have the idea of resisting. Those who fled in embarrassment before Something could never be wrong with such a bold attack.
Partoria’s legion and the traitors were already at knife-edge contact. Their overwhelming morale and will suppressed the cultists with uniform attacks. Only when the enemy gave up the bombardment and relied on infantry to seize the defense line did the Imperial Guard succeed. Has gasped.
But a large number of Lemanus are still the hatred of the Imperial Guard. The trenches are useless in the face of the heavy main guns of the main battle tanks, and they have to choose between machine guns and being buried in the ground.
The enemy’s core firepower chose the armored forces of the Imperial Guard for bombardment. The suppressive force brought by a large number of basilisks and griffon self-propelled artillery made it impossible for the huge armored forces to even adjust their axles.
‘Yujia troops, move quickly! “Ryan yelled at the school, but when those things full of high-explosive bombs fell next to him, he had no time to complain. It was obvious that the Imperial Guard was pulled into an unexpected war environment, and the enemy’s morale was also affected. Had a great recovery.
Such an unexpected surprise caught the Imperial Guard off guard. There was already a forge world there, and the firepower accumulated by the governor was fully used at this moment. In the face of such a war, the number of people actually didn’t matter.
But without reinforcements, he had to hold the position with his remaining troops and was not allowed to retreat. However, the pressure on the Third Army was increasing. Lane knew very well at school that once the trenches were breached, he could retreat, or directly face the enemy. Meet the enemy’s spearhead.
What he can do now is to carefully save the few armored companies that have not yet engaged with the enemy and prepare to quickly establish a new line of defense around his command tank.
Is it possible? Is it possible for the Imperial Guard or the traitors to have never thought about that world? Apart from them, there are very few troops that can decide the fate of the war. The roar of the jetpack is like the loud voice of a falcon, lighting up the entire battlefield. Some soldiers can’t help but look up. It looked like dozens of giants descending from the sky like angels in mythology.
The Destruction Eagle did not intend to land next to the Imperial Guard, but to directly attack the core of the enemy. After a crazy long-distance raid, the jetpack crossed the entire battlefield in two minutes. Its terrifying maneuverability was unmatched by any mortal troops. At the same time, those war machines that are not buried outside the trenches face how vulnerable the Astartes are.
They were destined to be used like this since the Emperor designed the special troops. The armored vehicles began to evacuate, and some of the infantry who remained on the ground began to fight back, but there was the sound of explosive bombs mistreating them.
Isn’t that something that is difficult to describe as war? Those giants raised their legs and arms, seemingly without saying a word to each other, but there was a clear division of labor. The explosive bombs instantly destroyed their threatening vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, and then those annoying people disappeared. the traitor.
It’s hard to imagine that those huge legs and arms can be swung so fast that there is an afterimage. Even the best Imperial Guard soldiers have to aim for about half a second to do it, and they are like pulling the trigger without aiming. The trigger, the traitor’s weapon and the bare bones have exploded.
“Clear the area and destroy high-value enemies. Quickly, quickly, prepare your flight pack. After clearing, move to the other side of the enemy’s artillery fire area.” Master Chief Higashikata ordered, and those terrible soldiers fulfilled their responsibilities without hesitation. Melta bombs and bright flashes, the sizzle and then the war engines turned into scrap metal and magma.
The suppression of artillery fire was reduced, and the engines of the Imperial Guard began to turn their guns. Things suddenly reversed completely. This was not the power of the Space Marines. But when those demigods started the jets and prepared to attack the enemy troops on the other side, the one called However, Yug’s super-heavy tank poked out its beast-like head, and its twisted main gun, which was somewhere between a zerg and a genetic monster, spit out a thick fog like insecticide spray and attacked the Destruction Eagle.