Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #353 - Chapter 346 Tzeentch the Great Demon

“Always be ready and devote yourself to victory. This is what we believe in.”

——Colonel Sheik, Krieger 15th Siege Regiment

In the Pangia sub-sector, the battle at Engili Spaceport has reached a critical moment. The Imperial Guard invaded the industrial center of the hive city. Its area is the size of two standard football fields. As a defensive position, it is even worse. Their heresy The enemy fights to recover the alien relic captured by the Imperial Guard.

In the end, the rebel leaders want to surround the elevator and put full pressure on the Imperial Guard’s temporary defense line, rather than concentrating a large number of troops in one place to launch an offensive, because if they do this, they can quickly mass their forces to block the attack and delay the attack.

However, due to terrain factors, the route to attack the elevator is very limited. To the south and east of the battle site, the palaces and fortress areas unique to several noble families are crisscrossed. In order to maintain the relationship between each other’s families, they built very dense buildings. The huge family creation with a history of thousands of years has now become an obstacle for local traitors to get rid of the Imperial Guard.

Those things formed an impassable chasm that no army on foot could pass, let alone launch an attack. If they attacked rashly, the local nobles would probably send private soldiers to rebel. After all, those ancient fortresses and parks were the embodiment of their honor. change.

Maybe the ancestors who built this place chose this place when they were choosing the site. To attack the core area and transport elevators, they can only attack from the farther west and north, and this cost will lead to transportation The line is stretched as much as possible.

Finally, under the command of the pdf general command point, the local traitors were divided into six large armies and moved forward. However, the huge group, which probably totaled hundreds of thousands, was unable to attack the Imperial Guard because they were stationed in the elevator. Within a few hours, the six armies could only gather a reluctant 80,000 soldiers under the polar transportation efficiency.

But even so, the ratio between the enemy and the Imperial Guard is still astonishing, with a numerical gap of close to 3/1. The Imperial Guard barely has 30,000 people. Without logistics and supply lines, they can only rely on death and sacrifice to annihilate them as much as possible. Have enough strength, and then capture the palace area where the upper nest is before the enemy’s 6 army groups gather…

At the end of the hours-long war preparations, the Imperial Guard had turned this industrial elevator into their own war fortress, with dense trenches and defense systems. Inside the huge container, it looks like a beautiful scene in a bottle.

It’s just the busy soldiers representing this seemingly non-threatening “landscape” or “Emperor’s artefact” that can tear most matter to pieces.

A heavy transport crawler and a Chimera armored vehicle were used as worthless sandbags. A large number of fragmentation mines and cross fire, together with anti-armor missiles and fixed-position plasma, and dense barbed wire were even the most savage orc behemoths. It will also become sluggish due to its firmness.

In terms of logistics, the Imperial Guard only lost 40% of their baggage during this period, most of which was food. When they were in the middle nest, with the help of Mr. Wild Snake and the restless tactics of the Imperial Guard soldiers, they had already replenished it, and Plasma The weapons used by elite soldiers are also fully loaded with body, explosive shells, fragmentation missiles or armor-piercing missiles.

After calculation, each person in this 30,000-strong army can now spend about 2,600 rounds of detonation beams, two fragmentation grenades and one cluster anti-tank mine. As for the heavy firepower, it can destroy two imperial standard armor regiments. Moreover, the upper roof of the industrial-grade elevator can protect against enemy bombing, and the cargo left by the heretics will also allow them to restrain their hands and feet when they are under fire.

At this point, this game that has nothing to do with honor or success is about to begin. When they step into this void port, those people realize their responsibilities, survive, kill all enemies, and then survive.

The veterans’ sense of responsibility and desire for survival are chaotically intertwined. A strange atmosphere, like a beast fighting and a hero looking forward to triumph, is intertwined inside this narrow industrial elevator.

At this point, those frightening, black muzzles flashed out from behind countless sandbags and adamantine shields with a frightening, suffocating pitch-black color. The soldiers standing on the sentry tower used binoculars to watch the position of the rising elevator door. The heavy and wide metal door was the opening ceremony of their drama.

Even though it is not as beautiful as the one on the stage, it is more reassuring. The second lieutenant licked his mouth and watched the radio make a beep beep sound. When the timer hand he designed turned to the end, the crude mechanism connected to the buzzer Makes an ear-tingling sound.

The second lieutenant turned on the communicator, and the sound of the radio began to spread throughout the battlefield. “Start the war, code name, let the show begin!”

The metal curtain slowly opened as promised, and the unpleasant feeling of weight gain caused by the elevator’s ascent dissipated. At the moment when the bright artificial light from Shangchao poured into the dark elevator, countless hot lights represented In response to the Pangea’s resistance to those terrible rulers, they used everything they had to send the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment.

Now those efforts have paid off. The blast beams are like the scorching star light, densely scattered on the bodies of those PDFs who are working for the tiger and don’t even have bulletproof armor. Those flesh and blood bodies are instantly evaporated with cloth, and the lucky ones are beaten. Pierced through the head, his soul now only had to confess its sins to the Emperor.

The unlucky ones had their limbs smashed, but they were the only ones who survived. After the intense sting, the intense heat instantly ignited his clothes. He was concentrated by the explosive beam, which was originally almost a painless death, but now he was going to be burned alive.

The hot flames were like a sinful iron. His body was not protected by bulletproof armor or carapace armor. The residual heat of the carbonized body alone could easily ignite his inferior clothes. Such a scene became common. In the defense array formed by PDF, human torches were tumbling in the trenches.

The commander of PDF just watched mercilessly. He did not intend to take down the enemy with a wave of attacks at the beginning. The vanguard corps here only had thousands of people, and they used only crude weapons. Soon, the second wave of attacks began. They seized the gaps filled by the Imperial Guard’s explosive beams, used heavy Minotaur armed crawler transporters as shields, and added the locally produced heavy adamantium shields, ready to resist the firepower suppression and rush into the elevator of the Imperial Guard with their lives.

In this way, they can gain the upper hand in the battle, such as throwing fragmentation grenades or small howitzers, and even build a small bunker to ensure the efficiency of soldiers entering.

So far, the 9 companies of the vanguard assault force originally had more than 6,000 people. In the first wave of attacks, 5,000 people were killed or wounded, and almost all PDF officers were killed. Now, the number of 1,000 survivors is not even enough to make up a complete full company-level organization.

Regardless of the heavy casualties in front, in the PDF and traffic roads of the second line, the second wave of traitor soldiers are preparing to attack.

Among the crowded soldiers, the elite squads of the traitors are wearing heavy armor and moving forward clumsily. These heavy armors are about to step into the dead land. For them, in front of the loyalty of the lord, those imperial guards are nothing.

These are the brainwashed soldiers. The second wave of soldiers will walk through the same battlefield where their dead compatriots stepped. Here, the stupid soldiers who were forced to move forward were almost wiped out.

And they were indeed lucky to survive, because the lord blessed them, because they fought for the gods of the highest heaven.

Under the cover of heavy vehicles, the legions holding heavy shields and large automatic weapons advanced quickly. Their strong physical strength allowed them to cling to the vehicle body and move forward. At the same time, the front-line soldiers of Skadi were loading weapons, and the shooting interval was less than 2 seconds. Just in such a battlefield, this period of time can allow the enemy to get close enough to gain a certain advantage!

It’s just that the back row of the Imperial Guard is not a simple material. To be precise, those things are more deadly than the deflagration beam. When a scout saw the enemy’s general attack began, when the heavy bomb squad and anti-soldier fragments and anti-vehicle missiles began to move.

Then, the attack began to fall. Since those enemies were prepared to be attacked in advance, even if the Imperial Guards were accurate and fierce.

Those people did not mess up the formation because of this, but this was not a good thing. When the Space Marines also began to shoot heavy plasma, the attackers’ formations instantly became sparks, dust, smoke, and filled the air.

Where the shrapnel fell, blood and flesh flew everywhere, iron pieces scattered, and screams continued. The scene was very tragic, but the attackers did not panic at all, and moved forward steadily into the sea of ​​fire.

The journey to the elevator was short, but within a few minutes, thousands of people were killed. Some of them were swept down during the advance, and some were directly evaporated. When the Skadi Infantry Regiment was ready to reload again, such a massacre was even more one-sided towards the despair of the local PDF.

As the firepower of the Imperial Guard gradually increased, some traitors had to lie down and crawl into the craters for cover, but doing so would only attract more shells. What a crater on the battlefield will not be bombed twice by shells is probably just a boring lie, but those who trust those will pay the price for it, because under saturation attacks, there is no so-called safety at all.

Even if the officers of the traitors shouted at each platoon to move forward, the soldiers were swept down one by one. In the trenches behind, the next batch of infantry squads were gathering, with bullets flying overhead, and they put on bayonets, waiting for the moment to join the war.

They didn’t wait too long. When they entered the position, they climbed onto the vehicle crew and were immediately hit. Many people fell back into the trenches and fell on their comrades. Only a few people could move forward ten yards after climbing out of the trenches.

At this point, those hopes, those honors, those things instilled by the lords and the church became worthless. Those PDFs who came with courage, those officers who were said to have crushed the Imperial Guard with three times the number of people, and the commander-in-chief of the war, all showed expressions of despair and distrust of victory.

Deserters and routs are like a tsunami coming, but it must be said that the soldiers here are very courageous, but the enemies they face are not hive gangs or rebellious pariahs, but real imperial elites.

No matter how courageous and hopeful they are, those who were instilled in them became worthless like biscuits falling to the ground under dense firepower, and were slaughtered ruthlessly one after another.

This massacre lasted for half a day. The suffocating smell of blood filled the elevator door. Blood flowed out from the drain on the refined gold ground, and the enemy’s corpses became a twisted hill of corpses.

But with such an advantage, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard suddenly heard a strange communication order, because the second lieutenant was beside the Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle, and this demigod who had been meditating felt a tingling in the last about 6 hours of battle. pain.

He saw hurricanes, feathers, evil smiles, conspiracies, psychic powers, and what he had forgotten long ago after becoming a space warrior. He was the leader of the tribe in Ghost Peak and his biological father who had been dead for hundreds of years.

A large number of symbolic prophecies allowed him to see a demon. Finally, the symbol representing the Lord of Change stopped in front of him. Although the Imperial Guard defeated the enemy steadily, he came to the command point and spoke to the second lieutenant.

“He’s here. I’m destined to fight him. I don’t know him. He’s probably a father. I’ve never seen him, but he’s probably a wizard. I don’t know him clearly, but he must be powerful.” The demigod slowly said Putting on their helmets, the Astartes in the Eagle’s squad also entered combat mode.

the ensign asked. “How can we help you?”

the Master Chief replied. “In the coming battle, let ordinary people evacuate as far away as possible.”

“But we are not ordinary people! I am your mortal brother!” the second lieutenant cursed, and turned on the communicator to transmit the conversation to the battlefield.

The Master Chief spoke. “Yes, my brothers, but you are still a mortal, a mortal who cannot escape from the endless spiritual catharsis and death, and the next enemy is a terrifying existence that you have never seen. Only psychics and Ah Start can be dealt with, so leave it to me, divide the work and work together, you deal with the pdf, and we face the monster.”

The ensign simply replied. “Yes, my brother Superman, now.” He turned to the communicator.

“All personnel retreat, compress the front line, and provide fire cover. Something is coming!”

At the same time, in front of the enemy’s command room, a bent old man wearing a blue robe, a long bronze staff, gray hair, and even a dying man was gently knocking on the door made of fine gold.

“Is there anyone? Is Colonel Corando here?” He looked gentle and elegant, and the guard next to him came over and spoke. “Please stay away from the war zone, sir.”

“Please leave, sir.”

But as he spoke, his eyes couldn’t help but feel dry. He blinked, and a bunch of black feathers fell in front of him, falling on the tip of his nose. He sneezed, but the old man disappeared. .

He panicked and reported to the command room. The commander-in-chief named Korando just picked up the communicator and issued a strange order to everyone, that is, at this point where victory was almost impossible, the local pdf was required. The remaining 60,000 soldiers attacked at all costs.