Chapter 441 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Twenty-Six) Withering

On the seventh day of the war, at the southern foot of the Fermala Mountains, the main star of the Otto I system.

The Word Bearers launched the 110th company-level airborne strike within 24 hours against the defense line of the Space Wolves.

Relying on the blessing of the All-Father and Russ, the extensive rail train system under the Fermala Mountains, the tenacious will of the people of the Otto system, and the efficient local government administration under the powerful governance of the Inquisition.

Although the Wolves have been running around and exhausted in the past ten hours, they have managed to maintain the integrity of the front line under the continuous attacks and mobilizations of the enemy under the delay of the defense forces and the perseverance of the Star Legion.

After eleven hours of continuous attacks, the Chaos side finally could not bear the casualties of millions of rebels and demon legions, and finally fell into a temporary silence.

The Word Bearers headquarters also suffered nearly a thousand casualties of Astartes in this offensive, while the Empire suffered nearly 50% casualties of 1,500 Space Wolves and 20 Grey Knights.

Although this exchange was extremely tragic, it was still worth rejoicing.

Because now lying at the foot of Mount Fermara are not only the black and red, broken bodies of the traitor legions, demons and Word Bearers;

There are also the Titan Legions summoned by the enemy in the first wave of darkness, sacrificing the lives of several star systems as sacrifices.

It is hard to imagine what the Imperial soldiers here use to support their beliefs, and it is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence they are fighting against, and in such desperate fighting conditions, they firmly keep the enemy out of Fermara.

But just from the battlefield environment after this war, we can know the cruelty of the war at that time:

Before the war, the Fermara Mountains were once a biological paradise with an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and a complete and complex ecosystem from top to bottom.

After just six days of testing and one day of bloody battle, the highest altitude of this mountain range has been permanently shortened by nearly 1,000 meters under the doomsday-like artillery fire.

Its original glaciers, trees, and grasslands have also disappeared forever in this world with the war between the two Astartes Legions.

But this cannot satisfy the two behemoths named War and Force. After a short halftime break, the two behemoths entered into a bloody fight again.

After fully testing and gaming each other, the next battle between the two behemoths was no longer elegant. There was only a primitive fight rolling in the mud with hands on each other's vital points and strangled on each other's necks...

"Praise! Damn! Almighty! Oh...M Messiah!"

The huge voice made this nonsense prayer echo in the narrow space, and the Rhino armored personnel carrier carrying this voice was traveling on the battlefield.

Amid the sound of artillery shells exploding, Marsh in the carriage pressed the helmet in his hand to his neck with lifeless eyes, and then looked at the steel plate above his head in a closed sound of air.

Father Helm, who was sitting next to him, was talking excitedly about his experience after surviving the battlefield.

From being sent to the medical department in the rear, to the technical sergeants trying their best to fail to send him into the sarcophagus despite his fierce protest; (To be precise, he was sent into the sarcophagus, and then he climbed out.)

Then the mechanical priests and pharmacists conducted a comprehensive assessment, and then began to transform him, and finally returned to the battlefield again with only a section of metal lumbar vertebrae and a mechanical right leg replaced - a glorious deed?

The state of most of the listeners was similar to that of Marsh, because the father's passionate saliva not only wet his own beard and hair, but also flew around in the small carriage.

The overflowing saliva splashed on the inside of the chariot, and then was distilled and volatilized by the high temperature brought by the engine.

The food residues and tartar that had accumulated and brewed for decades finally turned into gas and spread wildly in the confined space.

This smell that could be called biochemical pollution made the blood claws in the car avoid it but had nowhere to hide, so the helmet, which was equivalent to a decoration for the wild wolf, was suddenly welcomed by the mechanical sergeants in tears.

The engine of the chariot was still moving forward madly in the bumps and shocks, and the scene that happened to Marsh was repeated secretly in the car.

So when the comrades in the front finally repelled the enemy's attack, they saw a wave of strange comrades who all wore helmets and turned on the poison gas filtering function from the armored vehicles supporting them in the rear...

This group of people...are they not pretending?

For a moment, the captain and captain of the Sea Wolf, Ruger, doubted the team that Marsh was in.

The bad habit of not liking to wear a helmet can be traced back to the original body Russ in the hunting group.

For thousands of years, no matter how the technical sergeants persuaded, the combat troops, from the company commander to the new recruits, showed no signs of listening.

But Helm's iconic loud voice immediately dispelled his suspicion, and the temporary commander of the Sea Wolf began to frown three meters away from the wind during the subsequent contact with the support team, which made him understand the reason why this team was so abnormal.

"Allfather! Helm, you should brush your teeth!" Ruger looked at Helm who was coming towards him, clenched his empty fist and hit the old soldier hard. And Fenris's unique "provocative greeting" did not scare the old soldier, but instead he straightened his chest to face the huge steel fist.

Bang!

After a heavy muffled sound, the two giants looked at each other, then grinned and let out wanton laughter. The Bloodclaws walking around to take over the defense line turned a blind eye to this, and they had obviously adapted and become accustomed to the special culture of the wild wolves.

"It's such a pity to see you alive!" Helm also punched Luger on the shoulder, but his yellow eyes under his frost-white eyebrows scanned his comrade's body.

"I find your shoulder armor to be very tight. I thought I could get a bargain this time!"

"Bah! You old bastard! I think your teeth are pretty good. When you die, I'll put them on a chain and tie them up!"

Luger looked at this veteran who was drafted in the same period as himself, but was still stuck in the tusks due to different fates. The corners of his eyes that had just been cold due to the killing finally had a slight rise.

Both of them lamented in their hearts that the blessing of their father and Ruth allowed them to meet again on this remote battlefield after a century of long war.

"Okay, it's time for warmth. Let's talk about your situation." Helm turned sideways and looked at the surrounding battlefield, and his voice quietly became deeper.

He is the leader of the three teams supporting this time, and naturally has corresponding level of battlefield intelligence support.

At more than a dozen nodes in the northern part of the entire defense line, the patchwork manpower he had in hand was already the last mobile force.

And if the situation on the battlefield had not been so bad that he had no choice, Balnegg would not have been able to send his troops, which he had improvised after a fierce battle and was resting in the name of mobile strength, as support.

"It's really not optimistic..." Luger replied in a low voice, then patted Helm's shoulder to signal him, turned around and walked towards the entrance of a low fortification on the right.

The two giants passed through the haphazardly arranged ammunition boxes and weapon racks, and then bent into the dust and entered the space that could barely be called a command post.

As Helm's pupils and nose adjusted to the light and smell here, he immediately heard and smelled the moans and blood coming from the corner.

The fifteen Astartes all wore power armor with the paintings and emblems he was familiar with.

And these sons of Russ, who were identified from the secret marks and were at most the Gray Hunters, were falling into a silent slumber under the influence of the only pharmacist present and the potion on the power armor.

There are no veterans, well, there shouldn't be, it's their tradition.

Helm smashed his mouth and felt a familiar rusty taste on his teeth. He turned his head and looked at Luger behind him, who was also watching him quietly with vicissitudes of eyes.

"How many more people do you have?" Helm asked hoarsely, and then realized that the question he asked was stupid.

"Just the ones you saw." Luger paused for a moment, then answered softly.

"25?" Helm was stunned at first, then uncontrollably rushed towards Luger and pushed him against the granite wall.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at his close friend in front of him. He raised his clenched fist armor and pointed it at Luger's head, but in a low voice he roared and questioned him:

"How many brothers did you take away? 100? Or 200?! Are you telling me now that there are only 25 left here?!

So I have a question..."

Helm's eyes were bleeding from the corners of his eyes torn by rage, but the power gloves in his hands were already crackling.

"Why...are you...still alive?"

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