Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire - #389 - Chapter 382 The last come first

The shells threw up soil, and a lot of soil as sticky and moist as raindrops flew up with the impact. Before it fell, it was picked up again by the shock wave of the artillery fire, like a brown ocean wave.

In the thick artillery trenches made of fine gold, hundreds of heavy cannons fired continuously and rhythmically. From one side to the other, soldiers continued to fill the ammunition.

Accurate bombardment is the song of the Imperial Guard’s greatest artillery battalion in the sector. Those enemies of the Empire will suffer for their stupidity, his body will fall apart, will turn to mud, will become an inhuman thing, enjoy the flesh. Intolerable pain, shame.

After that, those things that can prove his existence will also disappear, and he and his compatriots who are bewitched by the gods will become fertilizer for the new farm of the empire, and no one will pray, cry, or suffer for them.

Lou Eiffel, the old artilleryman of the empire, looked at the fire outside the battle line without any distress, but felt refreshed. He often enjoyed the way the enemy fell apart in his cannon fodder symphony, and in this western The battle line was still about 10 kilometers away from the fortress. He was confident that most of the enemies would be blown to pieces before reaching the fortress.

The hot air brought by the shells was warming his body and relieving his joints that had been tortured by the damp and cold during the long trench experience. He wished he could apply gunpowder to his diseased areas. Therefore, only the heat from the shelling could make him feel soothed. , especially in weather like this.

Smoke rises from the shelling point thousands of meters away. The thick smoke and the black cloud of death are rampant in the dark sky, connecting into a suffocating scroll. Nothing can survive such an attack. They were safe and sound, even the Space Marines with the help of ancient technology like the Word Spirit.

Under tens of thousands of firepower, heavy Land Raiders or armored transport ships were also overturned. Frail mortals could not help but curl up their cold bodies just to survive the roar, efficient wheel bombardment and sufficient firepower. , even if there are word spirits that consume mortals and use them as materials to avoid artillery fire, the Space Marines have also been hit hard and their progress has been delayed.

The biggest consumption in such shelling is actually mortals. In addition to those poor souls who are used as spiritual materials, there are also those who are suffocated or left behind by the shock wave and soil of the gunfire. They are regarded as garbage and shields by the Space Marines. So far, Even if those people suffered, the Space Marines would not save them as long as there were people singing the words that had been passed down from Terra to this day.

At this point, there were problems with the more than sufficient personnel. Onius Praid overestimated those mortals. When one of his high-spirited companions died for various reasons, the low morale could not sustain them towards the front line. , the spirit must be read out by the caster willingly, otherwise the effect will be greatly weakened.

But he was also fed up with the so-called gentleness and tolerance given to those mortals. This period of time was long enough, although according to his understanding of the Imperial Guard, such bombardment would last two to three days before it subsided, until they consumed most of it. Artillery shells, for their confirmation, the enemy’s presence.

In other words, they need to be sure of the enemy’s presence, that is, in the constant bombardment, stop for a moment to observe the enemy’s situation. At the same time, the smoke and gunpowder, which are extremely terrifying to mortals, are just simple fog to the Space Marines. The helmets would allow them to see the starting point of the shelling behind the smoke.

It’s not surprising that the Land Raiders and Scimitar heavy tanks have already targeted those locations. They are seizing this information gap to solve the enemy’s most threatening artillery bombardment at once, using the lives of countless believers in exchange for the empire. The Guard’s artillery array is definitely worth it.

As the artillery fire gradually became lighter and thinner, the Space Marines who had been so humiliated and suppressed were actually ready. After three difficult hours, Lou Eiffel judged destruction based on his own experience like an old chef. The amount of artillery fire the enemy needs.

His estimation was accurate and effective, but no one would have guessed that the enemy was not just well-trained Space Marines. When his artillery fire stopped, he picked up the observation scope and saw a sharp white light beam, and he saw it from As a child, he followed his father, an army officer, into the battlefield.

His favorite thing is the enemy’s broken appearance. At the same time, this idea also comes from his fear, the deep-rooted fear he witnessed as a child on the battlefield. He once saw his father killed by enemy fire. At this point, he holds the arm of his fleshy relative and devotes his entire life to killing his enemies faster than anyone else.

He is invincible and has such superior skills that he forgets that war is dangerous and changeable. Facing many enemies and thousands of changes, his skills are also powerless. Sadly, when the light fades, he has no It was not as fragmented as he feared, but completely disappeared, without a single molecule existing anymore.

He was a real war maniac, and it was this terrible universe that turned him into this. But the people he killed were not sins, but things the empire had to do if it wanted to survive, so much so that he had forgotten his original intention. He wanted his soldiers and comrades not to be like his father.

There is no need to cross dangerous trenches, no need to run through crazy artillery fields, no need to worry about living today and dying tomorrow. However, from his life perspective, Lou Eiffel has done an excellent job in his life and deserves to be praised and used with his own life. His skills and the deaths of his enemies, faithfully praising the Emperor again and again.

And his complicated life, the entire 95 years, was condensed into one sentence. “Colonel Lou Eiffel is dead!”

Yes, this is the sentence. On the complex and chaotic front, this sentence is everything a person has. His orderlies and guards stretched out their hands, trying to find part of their master’s body where it was plowed by volcanic cannons, but they only To be able to leave empty-handed, not even with anything to bury.

Death comes suddenly, and the heavy artillery of the Land Raiders will follow. The heavy artillery fire streaks across the sky and hits the earthquake cannons one by one. More than half of the Imperial Guard’s core artillery regiment is lost in an instant, even if there are enough bunkers. and projectile, after the Scimitar tank’s Volcano cannon tore through the thick wall, relying on its huge bullet hole, the men were caught off guard.

Fire again? But the old colonel is dead. No one can monopolize power, no one can command correctly, and no one can inherit his strength and specialness. The battle line is in chaos. Scimitar-class heavy tanks bombard one after another, tearing open the gaps in the artillery trenches. Then artillery fire poured in.

The Imperial Guard soldiers who witnessed all this in the frontline trenches were unable to resist. They were just mortals, without firepower or weapons. When suppressing each other’s firepower at a range of nearly a kilometer, the instruments in their hands could not take care of any enemy.

The lieutenant colonel of the infantry regiment witnessed everything. He grinned in hatred, but he could only powerlessly turn on the radio and ask the communications troops to report to the rear and request support. The subsequent Space Marine counterattack lasted for a short time, about half an hour.

Compared to the Imperial Guard, they are more deadly, fast, and accurate. The heavy vehicles turned the entire artillery trench into a hell on earth at an extremely fast speed. The scattered limbs and remains, and the craters on the ground severely expanded the place. Now this place It’s more than three times bigger than it was at the beginning.

However, the artillery trenches had an escape area set up in advance. Dozens of ground-shaking cannons and more Scorpion missile vehicles and basilisk self-propelled artillery relied on their integrated mobile design to evacuate, leaving a foundation of heavy firepower for the Imperial Guard.

For the Space Marines and the Red Corsairs, this time was a complete victory. Onius Praid was laughing wildly on his mount. Although those mortals were completely consumed in this war, their armor arrays were torn apart. A battle line was opened.

The tracks of the heavy vehicles passed through the soft soil very quickly, and those red things were approaching. In the trenches, the infantrymen barely stood on the spot with the courage. They were burdened with the responsibility to let the empire continue. They fired at this point. , it can be said that it is because of fear and anger.

It’s just that they witnessed the convoy that seemed to be intact after hours of bombing, moving forward at an extremely fast speed. Now the choice before them was only to become martyrs forward, or to become cowards backward, but they died in the interstellar The difference between a soldier’s attack and his death from the empire’s machine gun and the company’s staff’s explosive bomb was just that.

There is no choice in this. It is better to shoot than to be spurned by others. Death has become inevitable. If they can kill a renegade Space Marine, then his family and his soul will also be blessed. In front of the Golden Throne, He would have the right to kiss the soil at the Emperor’s feet.

Such an opportunity comes once in a lifetime. They have dealt with many enemies, and they are not considered cowards. They have defeated many enemies, and they are not considered weak. When the enemy approaches the trench, the anti-tank squad fires, but before the weapon is fired, a burst of fire breaks out from the enemy array. Those The man fell to the ground.

But to be precise, the heavy explosive shell tore his body apart instantly. The aftermath of the shell alone tore apart the rest of the team members. It looked like a cannonball fell into it. One person suddenly exploded, and the other three were torn apart instantly. crack.

“The tank crew is down! Emperor!” the guard shouted, but such words were repeated throughout the entire battle line. Mortals were born with such trenches and great obstacles to Space Marines.

Among them, those who are dangerous to heavy vehicles, whether it is melta or anti-tank grenades, will be easily dealt with by the Space Marine tactical team surrounding the vehicle crew, while the slightly more stubborn mortal veterans planned the famous use of bayonet blades distributed above to insert the Space Marines joints.

This infantry team had planned it. One man would hold a melta grenade to attract attention, and the brother in ambush would assassinate him. There was no problem with their plan. After the bayonet blade embedded in the Space Marine’s joint, the brother holding the melta bomb would probably die. But he got a chance to kill a Space Marine in exchange.

A team of five veterans divided up the work. The captain held the crucial bomb, and the others lurked in the tarpaulin of the trench. The tracks of the heavy vehicle, that is, the body of the Land Raider, slowly The sound of driving was like squeezing their souls.

The sound is getting closer and closer. Watching the nearby comrades fall one by one and being blown to pieces by explosive bombs, heartache and helplessness gather…

He felt that his soul was suffering, but when the tires of the heavy Land Raider passed over his head, he realized that the opportunity had come, his only revenge, his only chance, his only possibility.

He took a deep breath, pulled the melta bomb away, and shouted at the top of his lungs. “For the Emperor!”

He stood up and charged towards the enemy. The Space Marine on the side of the vehicle crew couldn’t reach him. However, even so, the soldier quickly took out his bolt pistol and fired a headshot. The veteran captain’s entire head instantly turned into blood and dissipated. , the body knelt on the ground like a powerless puppet.

His melta bomb exploded, and the violent light and screeching sound clouded the Space Marine’s judgment, preventing him from noticing four mortals charging in with bayonets in hand.

The space warrior looked at the mortal in front of him, a little confused. He admired this man’s courage, and didn’t understand the use of such a suicide attack, until he felt a pain in his shoulder, blood flowed from his limbs, and the bayonet was stuck. His joints, but he had no fear, watching the soldiers take out melta bombs, looking like they were going to die with him.

When that look of resentment, hatred, and disgust looked at him, the Space Marine laughed loudly, and the steel ring on his head expressed his identity, he shouted. “Onius Plaid, my brother, the mortals here have a bit of backbone, and they are almost the same as the White Shield I once killed!”

“Look, these four have courage, but.” He suddenly shouted, the strong sound waves were visible to the naked eye. The bayonet did imprison his body, but in essence, the Space Marine’s whole body was covered with weapons, and the strong sound waves pierced The soldiers’ eardrums were damaged, but those brave men still drew their weapons and pulled away the bombs, but blood flowed out of the eardrums, their bodies were hesitated by the sound waves, and the next moment, the bayonets were broken by huge force.

The champion forced himself to regain mobility at the risk of tearing the wound. A large amount of blood flowed from his joints, and he slapped away the melta bombs that flew over. Those things fell on the wilderness, flashing violently. bright.

Instead of killing those mortals, he spoke. “Well done, even the Astartes can’t make me so embarrassed. You four, as well as the dead one, are all powerful, and I will repay you.”

He raised his chain sword and sawed off the heads before the mortals could recover, cutting them in two with a clean stroke.

Then he caught the head before it hit the ground, wiped his armor with the spilled blood, then picked up the wooden boards that could be seen everywhere in the trenches of the Imperial Guard, and used a dagger to sharpen the spearhead.

“Blood sacrifice to the blood god…” the champion chanted, and Onius Plaid watched the man complete this ritual. He didn’t believe in the gods, but he still spoke. “Will their souls return to the Lord of Wrath?”

replied the champion. “It is bound to be much better than them returning to the Corpse Emperor.”