Chapter 146: The Imperial Guard's Counterattack, Roaring Poison Blades

Forest, if you want to use that word to describe the most prosperous technological city in the empire, it must be a bit good, but the second lieutenant can feel that primitive killing is growing there. At this moment, the hive city is no different from the forest, it is reinforced concrete, fine gold The potter removed the vegetation and replaced the rotting leaves with asphalt and filler.

Smoke and war, death or fate intersected in that narrow place. The ensign had to admit that the Emperor was caring for him. The intelligence brought by the brave technical priest was not bad. He knew the Mechanicum's base in that city. The strength of the army still remains, but those loyal members of the Adeptus Mechanicus hinder the progress of the Chaos Space Marines.

The ensign wanted to pay tribute to them, but he was also glad that he did not agree to the bombing. If the bombing really came as scheduled, the Chaos traitors would not suffer much loss, but the Mechanicus would definitely be injured.

The second lieutenant was also afraid. If the Mechanicus there had completely fallen, then his obstruction would actually be a bit unnecessary. His responsibility would be too great. Any judgment would determine the direction of the war and the lives of hundreds of millions of people. His body walking in the sentinel was therefore Also trembling slightly.

He is not a mortal, his wisdom is nothing, and he is not blessed by the emperor, but how far can he go?

The second lieutenant didn't know whether Destiny was loyal or a traitor, and who she depended on. He didn't dare to risk the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment. In that regard, he and Alan Bair were actually at opposite ends.

If not, Alan Bayer would definitely order the soldiers to conduct a blitzkrieg to tear apart the enemy's defense before the enemy could form a complete defense project, but the second lieutenant spoke.

"Go to the Adeptus Mechanicus. They have joined forces with the Skitarii of that world."

Those are the safe insurance techniques, he can't go east, those crazy decisions and plans to let the brothers charge, because fate is endlessly demanding, mortal souls or other things.

He was imitating Alan Bair, but he couldn't do it. He didn't have the assistance of the chief of staff and the protection of Bordeaux. Although the 113th Phlaxian Regiment and the Imperial Guard denied him their powerful shields, he gave up. Don’t lose the sanity of those different madnesses.

He was cowardly, but if it wasn't a mistake, it was fear. It was human nature, and the feeling he felt after relaxing. Compared to Alan Bair, the second lieutenant was more like an Imperial man, conservative.

He does not have that kind of blade-like aura and urgent war art. Lord, the wars that Alan Bayer has experienced are all in desperate situations. If he fails once, the supply, food, and even supplies waiting for mankind will be cut off. life.

The malice shown by the universe to that lieutenant colonel was clearly demonstrated in his tactics. Whatever others did to him, he would get back everything.

Malice and war will never be the theme song of that miserable world. The second lieutenant is deeply aware of the benefits of blitzkrieg, but he also hesitates because of it. Those tragic attacks are still vivid in his mind.

He listened to the restless pace of military boots and approached the core area of ​​the city. At this moment, they must be surrounded by soldiers and traitors lurking here.

They need to open camps and roads to accommodate refugees. It is hard to imagine that the kraft paper usually used to pickle pickles is really useful now. The people attacked by angels urgently lack peace of mind. They are worried that they will be abandoned by the master of mankind, if not the empire. Guards, they will all commit suicide to prove their loyalty.

Sad, deplorable, and... stupid, those poor people, the ensign's eyes flashed with pity in the cockpit, and then he quickly continued to direct his compatriots to move forward.

The 12th Gray Garon regiment was containing and shrinking in an orderly manner. Chimeras, heavy bombs, and logging guns formed a battle line covering the city like a net. Following the advance of Skadi's only regiment, The situation is getting better and better, the loyal people are saved and the traitors start to fall back.

The second lieutenant looked at the temporary tactical tablet given to him. In just half a day, half of the city fell into the lap of the Imperial Guard, but he was still uneasy. They had killed less than five people during that time. The traitors were deliberately avoiding them and they were preparing. What?

They are like clouds that cannot be seen clearly covering this place. If according to the second lieutenant's understanding, then the traitors should consider the issue of numbers. When occupying a large amount of land, the Eastern Space Marines will be scattered. If they need to resist the Imperial Guard, they need to shrink their defenses.

But in that case, they will fall into passivity. Although the Space Marines are powerful, the scattered Space Marines should be even more powerful. They can destroy everywhere in the world...

The second lieutenant was not very clear, but if he had to go to support the Mechanicum first, the Skitarii would be a very powerful force.

"March at full speed, the enemy has no will to fight."

He ordered so, marching neatly, the sound of running footsteps echoed in the city. The arrival of the Imperial Guard has saved the desperate loyal residents, but fewer and fewer people are crawling out of the ruins. There is no doubt that those bloody things What are they killing, but are they killing mortals there for nuclear weapons?

If time is of the essence, they should seize the opportunity instead of wasting it on entertainment...

Amidst those restless feelings, the second lieutenant arrived at the base. The huge military camp was equipped with void shields and tarantula automatic turrets. The powerful firepower was enough to resist most invasions. The servitors held electromagnetic pulse flintlock guns. The powerful piercing power can break through the defenses of a Chaos Space Marine.

The place was in ruins, the buildings collapsed, the ground dented, and the Chaos Space Marines were attacking, but those loyal could not hold out for long.

The bloody smell carried the kind of promethium-mixed irritating feeling. The lieutenant begged the troops to hide in the ruins and debris because he saw someone he didn't want to see, the Red Angel.

He had seen that damn heretic in Chimera before. Even though his power armor was not modified much and was not as rough as his other heretic brothers, he was definitely the most damnable and stupid one.

He commanded the attack with a chainsaw sword in his leg. His authority and dignity made his command seem like one body. Absolute obedience, those Chaos Space Marines picked up the order they once had. The supermen covered each other and formed groups. The difficult skirmish line became the core of their containment of the Mechanicus' firepower.

The steel armor cast by the Empire for them hindered the penetration of the shooting. The terrible skirmish line that almost surrounded the entire building was something that the commanders dared not imagine.

The Empire's Ming Corps battles are based on very dense trenches, because there will be deserters in the Imperial Guard. If I find that my comrades suddenly disappear, then my mentality will be shaken, and the call of the staff will be difficult to hear because of the skirmish line. I will begin to doubt the rationality of the Empire and even betray. Only when comrades are stable can the soldiers be stable.

The command area is the action range of the Imperial Guard, but the Space Marines are different. They have strong wills and can fight in scattered battles. Large-scale artillery and dense firearms are not effective for them, especially the flintlock rifles of the Mechanicus. There are many shortcomings of such powerful shooting weapons. For example, if there are too few mechanical servants, the shooting power will be reduced. If the number of enemies is small, the accuracy will be relatively poor.

The complete suppression of tactics put the Mechanicus into a passive position. If the fortress was not strong, they would probably have died. But why did the traitors need that camp and even abandon most of the city?

The lieutenant looked at the battlefield. The situation was beyond consideration. The Skadi regiment was in the enemy's blind spot and could be attacked unexpectedly. He drove the sentinels to stand up, and the huge body stood upright among the forest of steel and concrete.

"Shoot! At the enemy of the Empire!"

"No Empire!"

Deflagration, plasma and bombs, those restless things roared towards the Chaos Space Marines. The lieutenant's mecha almost overheated to shoot the enemy, but the situation was not very good. The shooting was powerful, but the scattered Chaos Space Marines reduced the lethality of the shooting.

Just like playing whack-a-mole, firepower overflow or insufficient firepower is everywhere. It is difficult for soldiers to plan a few people to shoot a traitor, and such waste is the premise for the Space Marines to react.

Five or six traitors were killed by a volley, and those absurd Chaos servants looked at the Skadi people. In their demigod eyes, the Skadi people were slow in movement and had good skills, but they lacked experience, so the bombs roared.

The first row of loyal soldiers fell, losing... 30 people!

Strong, the strength of the Space Marines forged by the Human Empire is timid, not to mention that they picked up the tactics of the regiment period, interspersed, coordinated, and the Assault Space Marines used the flying jump pack to spray forward.

The lieutenant calmly used the huge body of the sentinel to hold the demons wielding chain swords outside, but the single-molecule battle blade was not threatening to him, and the sentinel's big feet were soon wounded.

The lieutenant had to admit that he failed in his command that time. He was nervous, and promethium and engine oil flowed out of his mecha. If he couldn't defeat the three Assault Space Marines in front of him, he would die.

"Heretics!" Explosive shooting, but the flying backpack with the reaction speed of the demigod felt like hitting a fly. They cleverly avoided the deadly heat rays. At the same time, the other people in the Skadi's only regiment also faced such difficulties. The Assault Space Marines had those tactical teams to let the Imperial Guard experience the feeling of being the enemy of the Empire.

That is the true strength of the Space Marines. In an instant, the lieutenant's lofty words and will were completely shattered by the power of the angels, and the chainsaw sword also sawed off his sentinel's right foot at this moment. He lost his balance and fell to one side, and those silent giants looked at him like gods.

"It's over..."

The lieutenant smiled bitterly at those terrible things. That was his fate, his destiny, his tragedy and his decision. He didn't regret it, but Skadi's brothers seemed to be dragged down by him. He shouldn't hesitate, he should plan better, but there is no second time in life, life is like this.

But at this moment, he couldn't help thinking, what was so noisy, the sound even covered the sound of the chainsaw sword, making people irritated!

But after a moment, he no longer had that idea, because the huge machine broke through the obstacles of countless houses and came to accelerate the roar of the giant rocket main gun and cannon auxiliary gun, and that kind of restlessness came too late!

He heard cheers, and the soldiers were excited. "Bane Blade! Emperor Bane Blade!"

Then a Chimera at full speed hit those supermen, and the Assault Space Marines could escape by relying on mobility, giving up the attack on the lieutenant. At this moment, the Bane Blade led the way, and the Hydra tanks and Lemanus (a lot of it was fake, it was not because of the greed of every poor lieutenant colonel) joined in as fire support.

The steel formed a shield, and the lieutenant listened to the voice coming from the communicator. "The evacuation was done well, but sometimes you are too arrogant, kid, you can rely on your sister."

The lieutenant knew that voice. "Miss Lieutenant, he has to admit that you are sometimes quite charming, especially when you drive the Emperor Bane Blade to save the hero..."

Lieutenant Zai adjusted the instruments in the commander's cabin of the Poison Blade and answered. 'Zhuba is very sweet, but unless he has his heart set on it, he won't agree to anyone other than the lieutenant colonel's proposal to him. "

"Very well. I'm a bit immature when it comes to being a hero."

The ensign was suddenly pushed forward by the Chimera. He stuttered in response. He almost had an electric tone because of those gravels and the like. "What are my soldiers doing?!"

Zaiwei said. "He brought my knight. If there was that Titan, wouldn't I be able to overcome my cowardice?"

After the engineering team from Donglai skillfully connected the sentry to the modified Freedom Blade, the second lieutenant felt that his vision had become very high. From the frustration of crawling on the ground, to Ruming, he could look down at the red pirate commander. , wars and gunpowder smoke, huge cities or ruined walls are all visible. Why is the Adeptus Mechanicus pointing at his Titan and cursing?

The lieutenant used his legs and arms to raise those heavy melt cannons, firing fierce fury at several groups of Space Marines, whether it was revenge, it was revenge, it was Skadi, it was the embarrassment that had just happened, etc. .

His void shield became brighter under the attack of the Space Marines, but it still could not prevent his melt from melting those arrogant supermen. Under the cover of the Titan, with the help of the poison blade, in just a moment, there was Empty.

The biggest only thing that still exists is that the Space Marines fled into the ruins of the city, and the war engines could not chase them.

Skadi's only regiment, Ruming, cannot fight with them, although they are full of fighting spirit, strong will and well-equipped.

When the war ended, the second lieutenant leaned against the ruins and looked there with a little sadness. He should have negotiated with the Mechanicus, but Ruming was hiding there.

There was no clutter, it was quiet and deserted, but there were traces of war and death. The second lieutenant took out his private collection of wild snake wine from his sentry, which was almost a good blend.

"My boy is really stealing food." Zaiwei's legs and arms suddenly rested on his shoulders.

The second lieutenant poured the wine on the ground. "He didn't deserve it. He let his brothers die."

Zaiwei said. "It was not me that made them die, but my hesitation. If I had one-third of the decisiveness of the lieutenant colonel, then victory would be close at hand."

"If I ever get that real, they're talking about dating or something, kid."

The second lieutenant blushed. It had to be said that he was still at the age when he first fell in love, so there was nothing he could do about it.

"No, sir!" He replied. Maybe that dark universe would still be fine just for a moment like that...

And then to the east, Lieutenant Minghong, he needs to uncover why the Space Marines are obsessed with attacking the Mechanicum's base!

He said he didn't want to write tomorrow, but he moved his legs. Unknowingly, he was no longer used to Xiandong coming.

He was still unhappy about being asked for the same thing as a popular fan in terms of recommendations, because he wrote Warhammer, and its commercial value was definitely not as good as those of Naruto, Pirates, Marvel, etc. But if he thought that way, he would not deny that Warhammer Not as good as those stories?

Certainly not, but he also realized that if he were writing under the Emperor's grace, perhaps without the efforts of the Imperial Guard, his story would have gone untold.

He couldn't deny that he was poor at business. Even if he tried to ignore it, it was still true. The starting point was not a very utilitarian platform and it did not give him a place to express himself.

He is not a genius, but his journey is full of difficulties. He can't count how many bytes he has. When he feels that he has made a slight improvement, the reality is still a wake-up call.

Now he realizes that he must put aside most of his thoughts and face the matter head-on, that is, good stories do not exist on the Internet, but he is still naive, unless his soul dissipates in the subspace, where Before, he would still maintain his innocence until his own end.

Only with the eye of the storm can he seem peaceful, and he will not be satisfied. He still seeks from his own thoughts, tries to move forward, and seizes opportunities, even if his writing path is bumpy.