Chapter 234 The Most Brutal Battle for New Recruits, the Tradition of Skadi

The brutal angels also fulfilled the nightmare of the Skadi people. Their powerful force imprisoned the poor Skadi people underground. The people who once protected the empire were obviously helping the tyrant.

The anger of the Chaos Space Marines made the soldiers who escaped from death no longer fearful. In fact, those villains who invaded the homeland of the Skadi people for thousands of years should not be so rampant.

But the Sun Lord did not arrange the new soldiers to go forward. Although he believed in the potential of the Skadi people, it was too early to face the Chaos Angels, especially without the cover of heavy weapons.

Just like the succession of the Imperial Guard this time, the veterans stepped out of the ranks, and the Sun Lord cut off the line of communication with the new soldiers, and completely focused on commanding the old comrades.

A loud and young voice appeared on the communicator, with a hoarse electromagnetic sound, shouting to the veterans who had experienced the most terrible story in the universe. "Brothers born in Skadi, they have seen the most terrible things, encountered the most troublesome difficulties, defeated the most cruel children of the Chaos Gods, and survived to the end."

"The Space Marines are powerful, but they know that those guys have no will to survive. They come to kill, but they will definitely win, because they fight for survival."

"Come on, brothers, show the recruits what victory is and what war is!"

Just like in boxing, people must choose opponents of the same weight class to be interesting, which is not easy, so a lot of constraints, weight judgment rules and tests are born, but in essence they can only satisfy the desire of human beings to fight.

The veterans of Skadi are playing house with the newcomers, fighting against cultists, fighting against enemies, and forcing them to fight. They have been suppressed for a long time and need a vent. At this moment, they must admit that they will die and their comrades will die. They can't be as calm as fighting against cultists.

But that is the battlefield, that is the war. From the dark universe to dawn, people hide their struggles in their hearts. All intelligent creatures hide their struggles. They will only show up when it comes to life and death.

They roared, officers, heroes, soldiers, and even the usually gentle external instructors or temporary cooking squads of the Skadi Regiment showed their ferocious fangs.

"Quick, quick, quick, fill in the ammunition, turn off the safety, clean the machine gun belt, and don't let it jam."

"Add more sandbags, thicken them, and resist the bombs. Three or four layers are needed! They don't have trenches! Speed ​​up!"

'Prepare the queue, disperse as much as possible, keep three people in a group, and keep the group tens of meters apart, so that the enemy can't break the defense line by strafing! "

The atmosphere of the battlefield at this moment made the recruits who were strictly protected in the warehouse feel unfamiliar. The old guys who were usually lazy and beat and scolded them suddenly seemed to have changed. They became extremely tacit, and the usual jokes and gambling to make money completely disappeared.

They cheated and cheated, used all kinds of tricks to get the supplies for the recruits, and then threw those things into the big pot to stew, and then said dictatorially that it was delicious, and the annoyingness of giving part of the porridge to its owner disappeared.

In the eyes of the recruits, they were no longer the disloyal, lazy, a little stupid, and unclean old gangster team of the Sun Lord, but the elite of the empire, the real backbone, united, strong, determined, and skilled, good at Long killing.

Because the veterans can smell the breath of the battlefield and the wind of war, they are very familiar with the feeling of madness and fury. It is accurate that only monsters who have lived in war for hundreds of years will emit that feeling, which makes people nervous.

At this moment, the formation of Skadi is very strange. The soldiers are moving forward like a pyramid. From the air, the bottom of the tower is the warehouse, and the whole camp spreads outward with the castle. The top is Catachan, followed by Skadi assault soldiers or Skadi grenadiers (because of the great merits and brilliant military exploits of Cardia, many imperial guards imitated the establishment, and the position of grenadiers became popular outside the empire unconsciously). At first, there are officers and veterans, and then there are countless recruits who make up the heavy bottom of the tower.

Alanbair stood at the top of the pyramid and poked his head out of the thick sandbags. It was not the first time that he had fought against the Space Marines. He had even been familiar with those superhumans, so he fought in that place according to the melee ability.

The solid strength of Catachan and Grenadiers can stretch the front line to defend against the flying pack raid, and can also create a better shooting space, but even so, such a formation is still negative for those giants. To make up for this, all the Skadi soldiers have the awareness of surrounding the enemy with their bodies after the enemy charges.

There is no wind in the center of the earth. In that dry land, the ice and breath have become thin. The Sun Lord lies on the sandbag, and can't help thinking about the many worlds in that universe. He is very future I have seen places as beautiful as Earth, but even the closest rainforest world is still full of unbearable temperatures and terrible radio silence.

The beauty and miracles of Terra shaped human beings, and people did not become cowardly because of the warmth of the cradle. When humans faced that bastard universe in the dark ages, they still explored recklessly. The will of mankind floated across the seven oceans, spread to the boundless void, and melted into the four major star regions. At this moment, there is no place in the entire galaxy that humans cannot set foot on.

From a cowardly and weak hairless monkey to the true master of the cosmic void, from a weak human country to an empire spanning the entire universe, one expedition after another, war, change and killing, lingered until the dawn, and gradually became huge.

Humanity is the true master of the universe. Aliens and chaos forces should make way for them. Such thoughts have filled the outside of the empire, and even the Sun Lord has been changed by it. When those traitors who betrayed the right path appeared, that kind of anger burst out in the Skadi Infantry Regiment.

Guns, bullets, knives, machines and weapons roared low, and the light provided by the Lumen Tower was like a red sky, shining on the area. The enemy's attack would invade at any time and place like a rainstorm, like water drops falling to the east, hitting the flesh and blood.

Breathing became long and heavy, time became slow and slow, like the first long note of the music was stretched out, and both the performer and the audience would suffocate because of it.

Until a war cry broke the long silence, making the thunder of the storm. The language of those space warriors was inaudible because of the corruption of the subspace, but it became more violent after the infinite amplification of the grid device, like a stun bomb exploding in the ear, and the slightly weak will would be frightened and lose accuracy.

But their tricks were wrong, and the Skadi soldiers were not hit. Instead, they raised their weapons. When the Catachan and Grenadier guns roared, the flashes were directed at the advancing traitor squads.

The CSM Chaos Space Marine team was caught off guard and instantly retreated into the shallow tactical bunker, but the explosive beam passed through ordinary metal. It did not stop because of the obstruction. Instead, the heat melted the metal, and the impact carried the metal forward, hitting the flesh and blood of the Space Marines, and embedded many metal fragments in the thick skin and muscles of the armor.

The painful screams appeared in the warriors who ignored the creed and did not suppress themselves, but compared with the miserable wailing, it sounded more like the terrible howling of wild beasts, spreading on the battlefield, and those supermen wearing heavy armor took this as a signal and gradually appeared in the vision of mortals.

The heavy destroyer team was composed of three people. The evil traitors wore the Chaos eight-pointed star instead of the sacred iron ring of the Imperial Space Marines. The huge trophy rack behind them was full of inhuman heads, Titanium, Orks, Eldar, or Space Marines with iron nails inlaid on their heads. The rusted iron rack was weathered by blood, which was terrifying.

They carried heavy plasma cannons and storm bolters that were enough to melt tanks. They fired at the weak defenses of the Astra Militarum and tilted their firepower to suppress the counterattack of the Imperial Guard. The heavy firepower, light blue cannons and red bombs streaked across the sky and landed on the weak sandbags.

The simple engineering that could block the bombs was instantly destroyed. Several Catachans were instantly turned into red bones by plasma, or smashed by bombs, and their whole bodies were turned into minced meat.

Alanbair, the sergeant, and the boy Leitlin raised their weapons and sniped the enemy with explosive carbines.

Three beams of flames streaked across the sky, hitting the traitor's head squarely. Even if he was a superman, he needed a brain as a center. The huge body fell straight down, and the Catachans holding grenades in their legs also aimed and responded to those guys who sprayed projectiles.

Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, has always been the aesthetics of the Skadi. They also welcome the enemy to treat them like that. It is best to beat them so that they can never get up again, because if the Skadi people recover, they will hit like a storm until the enemy falls.

Their shooting is the dead comrades, the anger is suppressed and then mixed with the weapons with burning infusion. In just one round, five or six people died, the Skadi lost six elites, and the Space Marines lost five veterans.

This is a great war loss that is rare in the Empire. It is almost a mortal who exchanges the life of the Space Marine, but the Sun Lord is still heartbroken. It is like leaving the dense forest and fallen leaves. No matter how strong the Catachans are, they can't do it.

"Damn..." The Catachan Sergeant cursed secretly and kept sniping. The strong counterattack on the front line also caught the Space Marines off guard. They did not intend to use the jet pack so early, and the ASM assault Space Marines.

According to the normal tactical plan, they need to suppress the front-line enemies and then attack the core long-range firepower group in the rear. The longer the distance of the flying backpack, the greater the fuel burden, and the greater the probability of being concentrated. They cannot take risks, but now they have to choose to move forward.

The situation of the war is moving according to the plan of the Sun Lord. The control of the battlefield is amazing and even terrifying. Even the demigods will fall into his war rhythm unknowingly.

The flying backpacks sprayed up. They, the Space Marines, need to take the lead and create opportunities for heavy firepower. Those assault Space Marines flew up from the sky, spraying and drawing an arc of death.

The Sun Lord looked at the distance vigilantly. "Here they come! The flying ones, all of you, close combat equipment, bayonets, and shotguns!" He had made the relevant instructions early. The Skadi people were not afraid of close combat. When the soldiers took out the power sickle and the explosive shotgun, dozens of assault space marines also fell.

The heavy armor and the impact of the speed of flight fell to the ground, and the vibration was like the collapse of the sky and the earth. Some Catachan soldiers were even trampled to death. Dozens of people were knocked down by the aftermath. The Sun Lord had to hold on to the sandbags to barely stay standing.

What followed was a terrible chaotic war cry that made people's heads suddenly filled with blood. The hallucinations and fierce sounds almost ruptured their eardrums. It was like the feeling of the shells falling in the semi-enclosed trenches. Even those who were close had blood flowing out of their eardrums.

It took an instant for that to happen, less than two seconds, like lightning hitting the crowd. Under the guidance of the second lieutenant deputy commander, the grenadiers began to climb over the sandbags and move forward to support. The chief of staff stabilized the rear and let the soldiers design in an orderly manner.

It was seen early that the Space Marines raised their weapons to cut the Catachans. "Fire!" shouted fiercely. The familiar voice broke the dizziness of the Catachan soldiers and barely avoided the roar of the chainsaw sword. Elanbair reacted the fastest. He had the best physical fitness. The second was the Catachan sergeant, and then the ordinary soldiers. But the unlucky boy Leitlin was almost next to the landing point of the Space Marines and was unconscious at this moment.

But his natural short stature made his body buried in the corpses and no one found it. When he first woke up, he saw the Catachan holding a shotgun and spraying bullets in the trenches made of sandbags and confronting the super soldiers.

That was the first time he saw the Space Marines in his life. Yes, to be precise, it was the first time he saw those giants who were emphasized as angels and even recognized by the state religion so close. But that thing, that terrible thing with a twisted face, bright red armor, and spikes or fallen runes all over his body was very different from the Space Marines he knew.

His mind finally recovered, feeling the warm minced meat, his comrade's body turned into that thing, making him feel cruelty and pain for the first time, but even so, he still buried himself in it as a sniper, his furry little paws looking for his sniper rifle everywhere...

Then his dazed little eyes saw in the buzzing tinnitus caused by the Space Marines that Alan Bair raised his weapon high and used the swordsmanship he learned from Mr. Kane to easily pick off the Space Marine's invincible chainsaw sword.

He rushed in alone and was attacked by several Chaos Space Marines, but what did he deny?

An absurd idea came to the mind of the Lightling who had never been loved and recognized in his life, and even his own people excluded him. The idea that he could never have in his life flashed through his mind. That is, whether a person as powerful as the Sun Lord would come to save him, or check whether he was safe...

While thinking about it, he saw the Space Marines fall one by one, and they were secretly admiring the "mortal" lord, but there were too many enemies. When he saw the commando captain holding a power sword behind Alan Baier raised his weapon and approached, his little heart wrinkled and kept beating.

And at this moment, as if the Emperor blessed him, he felt something hard inside the corpse. He was used to that feeling, his own weapon!

He suddenly raised his gun and shot behind Alan Baier. The Sun Lord was frightened by the sudden hidden gun, but the beam brushed his shoulder and hit something behind him. With a scream, he turned his head and saw the beast-like monster...the former angel of the Emperor.