Chapter 443 Black and Red, Schemes in the Shadows (Twenty-Eight) Traps and Reinforcements (Two in One)

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Among the piles of blue-gray rocks, Marsh was leading his team towards the back of the canyon. An icy stream flowed unobtrusively not far from the team, and the stone edges crushed by the sliding glacier scratched the paint of the ceramic armor from time to time. layer.

The high-altitude landform brings a changeable climate, and also breeds a rich ecological environment in the entire Fermara Mountains. Half an hour ago, it was a sunny canyon, and now a few snowflakes have fallen.

Marsh, who was at the front of the team, occasionally looked up at the glaciers in the distance, but in his mind he was still recalling the conversation just before they separated.

"Us?" Helm raised his head and looked at his comrades around him, then looked at Luger and said to Marsh:

"We? Of course we have to stay as bait! Otherwise, how could they continue to invest troops?

There won't be many enemies where you go, but the loopholes in that fortress must be plugged before the company can send reinforcements. "

Helm's words stood out in front of him, but Marsh had deep doubts about them.

Will there really be reinforcements? Marsh had no hope.

After coming into contact with the command data links of the hunting group and the company, he already knew that they themselves were the last force to provide mobile support...

But this is still a secret to the soldiers, and the veterans in the hunting group do not want this information to spread among the soldiers, so Marsh cannot discuss it with his comrades, and the burden of this emotion should not be on the wolf pups. responsibility.

Ha... Marsh shook his head slightly and laughed at the changes in human nature.

He was only two hours away from being promoted, but at this time, he was looking at this issue from a critical and protective perspective, as well as the comrades around him who were once Blood Claws.

Snow flakes were still falling quietly, and Marsh watched the crystal clear ice crystals falling and melting on the power armor as he walked, thinking about these complex issues in a trance.

"Someone has changed..." Mitchell's voice, more than ten meters behind him, broke the silence in the team's communication channel. Also a Bloodclaw, he was Marsh's partner in the Wolf Fang era, and was also the main force responsible for close combat in this makeshift team.

"Yes! Yes!" Alyochev, who was further away, echoed Mitchell's words and was leaping over a boulder with a heavy bolter on his back.

"I'm so envious!" Burrows also picked up on the ridicule of Marsh from his comrades. He kept the heavy ammunition box he was carrying at his feet and simply stopped and shouted loudly in the valley.

Marsh looked back with a smile. The rocky beach in the canyon was sharp and ferocious, just like the fate they faced, and the queue of comrades was like a thin line, connecting each other in this cruel environment.

Further away, there were five small figures advancing in the canyon, and together with Hobson who was nearest behind them, they were all members of their team.

Hobson, who was also a Gray Hunter, was as shy as ever, just smiling and watching his comrades use activity to ease Marsh's mood.

He was much older than Marsh, and naturally he was not recruited at the same time as these Blood Claws, but this did not hinder his understanding of the new recruits.

Just like the countless hours he spent with his brothers in Fenris:

The wind and snow outside Wolf Fang Castle will never stop, but in the corner of the castle where the wind and snow are howling, the wolf cubs drink alcohol from the campfire and fight among their companions, which always makes people feel a little warm.

It wasn't until Marsh looked at him that the silent warrior asked softly:

"So, what is our Lord Marsh worried about? Isn't an early promotion enough to make you happy?"

"Of course not, I just..." At this moment, Marsh returned to the state of a new recruit. He tried to defend himself with a little embarrassment, but he couldn't reveal his true feelings to the brothers who grew up together.

And how could Hobson embarrass his colleagues?

His goal has actually been achieved. Although he can't be as close to Marsh as his brothers, it is always a good thing to make Marsh feel more relaxed through dialogue.

"Oh, then don't explain." Hobson did not pursue him, but while walking around a stone the size of an armored personnel carrier, he pointed at a medal held tightly in Marsh's hand and asked:

"Compared to your expression, I am more interested in that thing. Do you know what it does? Where did dad get this thing?"

"I don't know..." Marsh looked at the huge stone medal in his hand and fell into thinking and doubt. This thing, like the power sword behind him, was given to him by Captain Rook and his father Helm. Gift before leaving.

"Dad just said that this thing was given by the brothers in Shining Armor. If we have a situation that we can't handle, we can try to use it to solve it."

"Hey! It's so mysterious! Isn't it?" Mitchell joined the conversation in the communication channel in the distance, and Alekchev and Burrows followed suit.

"Have any of you heard of them? I heard that the alpha wolf has seen their leader, and..." Barros asked the other brothers with a mysterious look.

"Don't hear this!" Hobson was much stricter when facing these Blood Claws. Especially when it came to the Gray Knights, many issues became particularly cautious.

And they were still in a battlefield environment, so after noticing Hobson's rare seriousness, Burrows also shut his mouth.

The group of people are all Astartes who have undergone transformation surgery, and their walking distance is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

It took only a little over two hours to cover the distance of dozens of kilometers. As the sky was about to darken, the huge outline of the glacier was already in front of us.

The team members had begun to get nervous because they didn't know if there were any enemies here. To be on the safe side, the team had entered combat mode in the last 20 kilometers.

After the ten-man combat team assembled, they began to advance in parallel according to the firepower configuration. Marsh couldn't grasp the position of everyone at this time, and could only confirm from time to time through tactical habits and communicators.

Hobson had long disappeared. This was how snipers had to enter the edge of the battlefield in advance. The optical camouflage cloak revealed almost no trace against the twilight, but Marsh still instinctively knew his approximate direction.

The forward had been exploring, but found no abnormality. As time went by, the team's position was getting closer to the top of the glacier. In addition to the occasional password confirmation, the silent communication channel only had the breathing sound of the helmet air grille.

"No abnormality!" Barros, the scout in front, reported. His tone in wartime was completely different from his daily chatterbox.

Marsh could hear the doubt and uneasiness in his words, because this uneasiness came earlier in his heart...

The snow had stopped, but for some reason Marsh's heart became more nervous.

Bang!

Under the sudden roar of the bolt gun, all the team members instinctively moved closer to the bunkers around them.

A special bolt bullet with a purple flame tail shot into the sky from the blind spot of the left front of the team.

The visual enhancement nerve allowed Marsh to track the trajectory of the bullet throughout the whole process, and the bullet in the eyepiece had no effect except emitting some obscure radiation.

"Fluorescent bullet No. 559!" Hobson's voice sounded in the communication channel, but then he fell silent with a cry of pain.

559? Fluorescent bullet? What is that? The unfamiliar information made Marsh pause instantly. And a bullet that was aimed at his head was also avoided because he stopped unexpectedly.

The text on the screen of the eyepiece was displayed line by line. The servo that seemed to have no delay in the past seemed clumsy and sluggish at this time.

The automatic identification system was still retrieving data from the database, while Marsh, who was fighting back and dodging, felt the bone-chilling coldness overflowing from his soul while reading this information in the intervals between battles.

Special fluorescent bomb No. 559, a special ammunition developed and equipped by Mars for the needs of infiltration and counter-infiltration operations used by a few legions during the Great Crusade.

This ammunition has only one effect, and the effect is extremely difficult to achieve.

Its principle is to use the radiation emitted by the special radioactive elements in the bomb body to perform large-scale battlefield identification of units carrying or contaminated with a certain medium.

The environmental conditions for the effectiveness of this medium are extremely harsh, so that during the Great Crusade, the legion soldiers rarely found an atmospheric environment that met the conditions for use.

So in the last ten years of the 200-year Great Crusade, the then Mars Casting General Harbor personally presided over the meeting, and with the consent of all the casting deputy supervisors, all the production lines of this ammunition were dismantled.

The Astartes Warband on the Empire side rarely had this ammunition in stock due to conflicts in combat modes, especially after the Raven Guards left, this ammunition had long disappeared from the Empire's weapons list.

But now they have encountered it, and the user of this ammunition is obviously not a friendly army.

What scares Marsh the most is the end of this note:

A line of red Gothic font clearly writes the chemical properties of this medium - water-soluble, volatile (invalid in 30 seconds when the temperature is above ten degrees Celsius).

What a simple and cold word, it not only answers Marsh's doubts, but also wipes out the last bit of luck in his heart.

He instantly understood the battlefield logic of this ambush - snow!

It was the snow that covered the entire canyon! And the only remaining reason in Marsh's brain was almost defeated by this news!

This inconspicuous snowfall turned out to be a trap prepared by the enemy for them, but he knew nothing about it, and he actually led his brothers into the center of this trap!

Hoffman's injury has a reasonable and cruel explanation here. After a long journey of dozens of kilometers, the power armor of the entire team was covered with snow water containing this medium without exception.

And Helm and others!

Can they detect the conspiracy behind this snowfall?

Can they react in advance to this hidden malice?

30 seconds, a short but fatal time.

Marsh instinctively sent this message on the communication channel, and sent a warning to the rear position in plain text, risking the risk of being locked on the communication channel.

But he actually clearly understood that in the confrontation with the Astartes Superman of the same level, these few seconds were the key to life and death, victory or defeat...

Too late, even if the number of enemies was not much different from theirs.

Half of Marsh's teammates fell down as soon as the battle came. Although the remaining few soldiers escaped the fatal sniper, they were all injured.

The icons of his comrades in the communication channel went out one by one, and he could only fight back in vain with the weapon in his hand.

Barros was the first person to fall, and I don't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate. Before he died, he used the hot melt bomb in his hand to bring the same death to the sneak attacker.

Marsh had no time to mourn him, even though he knew that with the rise of the plasma flame, he would lose this brother forever, and even the gene seed could not be retrieved.

Then there was Mitchell. He tried to approach the enemy, but was hit by multiple bolter shells in succession during the charge. The honeycomb-like breastplate could not stop his brave roar, but a red plasma completely melted his head.

His headless body fell heavily on the glacier of the Fermal Mountains, never returning to the snowfields of Fenris, and never making that kind laugh at Marsh again.

Alyochev also died, carrying the heavy bolter he had just cheated from his mentor, and died under the enemy's sniper rifle while forcibly shooting at the enemy to cover Mitchell.

Although he successfully completed revenge for Mitchell before his death, Marsh did not feel the slightest comfort in his heart. Two hideous fallen Astartes fell not far in front of him, but the anger accumulated in Marsh's heart was only greater.

This was his fault, but he had to bear it with his brother's blood.

This was his sin, but fate let him survive.

The angry blood pumped to the extreme in his heart, and the wolf spiral in his blood was violently broken and reorganized; the surging murderous intent tore the corners of his eyes, and bloody tears fell from above.

"Russ!" A howl that was not like a human voice came out of his mouth, and it was unclear how much hatred and how much love there was in this call.

Marsh, whose muscles bulged under the surging blood, jumped heavily from behind the rock, and his arms raised high tightly grasped the greatsword given to him by Luke.

The two Word Bearers approached him cautiously at a crossed shooting angle, and had no time to react to this huge change that happened between his elbows and armpits.

There was only a gray shadow rushing forward in their field of vision, and in the pupils of the head that flew high the next second, there was only surprise due to being caught off guard, and a hideous face with lips propped up by canine teeth.

A dozen steps away, another Word Bearer was holding a plasma pistol and aiming frequently, but no matter how many times he tried to lock the target, the gray figure always crossed the crosshairs before him.

Bullets were still firing at each other on the battlefield, and people from both sides fell in the millisecond battle.

Swoosh!

The upper body of the Word Bearer slowly slid down from his waist as the decomposition field cut into the metal chirping of the ceramic steel breastplate.

Just as Marsh, who had landed and panted, raised his head to continue looking for the target, an extremely tall shadow carrying a sniper bolter slowly walked out of the peak of the glacier.

"It's quite interesting!" A roar-like low roar came from the giant's mouth, but the alienated throat made his words more like a howl.

He casually threw the bomb on his waist at his feet, and his steps towards Mash showed that he wanted to have some fun at the end of the battle.

This was a giant over 2.8 meters tall, a rare burly figure even among the Astartes supermen.

The hideous and twisted horns extended from his helmet and shoulder armor that had been completely integrated with his body, and complemented his hands that were also twisted into giant claws.

The Colchis characters that were originally used to praise the Emperor were now engraved with blasphemous curses all over his body.

"Die!" Mash wielded his heavy sword and fought with the Word Bearer.

The power sword and claws were waving, causing the armor and power armor of the two to break at an astonishing speed. Driven by electromagnetic muscles and demonic power, the two beasts used shoulder collisions, elbow strikes, knee strikes and even head cones without scruples.

The difference in size brought absolute suppression in strength, and with equal experience and skills, the difference in strength meant absolute suppression.

Marsh was nearly 2.5 meters tall, which was considered quite majestic among his companions, but he still looked weak in front of this enemy who was a head taller than him.

Wildness and anger made him use his martial arts beyond his level, and this was the only reason why the battle could continue.

Finally, at a certain moment, the crackling molecular field blade was captured by the giant claw in the wailing.

And in Marsh's yellow wolf eyes, the tiny cracks on the power sword appeared at the same time as the enemy's other giant claw.

Boom!

A gunshot in the distance saved his defeat. Marsh took the opportunity to distance himself, and the giant also put down the claw that was blocking his face.

The twisted bullet fell from the back of the giant claw with green smoke, and Hobson, who tried his best to fire this shot, used all his strength to remind his comrades:

"Use that medal!"

"Medal?" Marsh subconsciously reached for his waist, and the Word Bearer also noticed the inconspicuous stone.

The finger stained with demon blood felt a severe burning sensation the moment it touched the stone, and the stimulated cross-shaped medal began to emit an incandescent light from the inside out!

On the ridge dozens of kilometers away, the wild wolves supporting from the rear were marching forward with a team of gray knights.

When the medal was activated, all the gray knights sensed it and stopped instantly.

The clear perception marked the location of Marsh in the minds of the gray knights, and the demon standing not far from Marsh was instantly locked by the will of the legion!

Buzz!

A more dazzling light penetrated the barrier of physical space and shot towards the demon from the medal, while the demon used the runes on its body to make the final resistance in the black smoke.

In the war on the soul level, it struggled to maintain its connection with the real world, and when the confrontation reached its peak, even its source of power was pressed on the scale of victory or defeat.

A cold gaze descended from the distant starry sky, making it instantly feel the fear of being stared at by a giant beast.

Countless souls gathered behind that gaze, and in the rebuke of "you are a heretic", this pathetic Chaos slave felt the darkness at the end of his life.

"A little sleepy..."

This was the last sentence that the fallen Marsh said when the vanguard of the Grey Knights and the Wild Wolves arrived at the battlefield.

Update, don't want to delay the pace, post two in one.