Chapter 235 The Beginning of a Protracted War

Then the panting and painful beast dragged the electric charge coming out of its broken shoulder armor and approached the mortal who made him embarrassed. To be precise, that was the time and situation when both sides were closest to victory.

Victory, victory means defeating the enemy's structure. Will, formation, command, etc. are all part of it. The source of a huge army is more fragile than most people imagine. The iron-blooded machine needs countless joints and connections to barely operate. In essence, war is more about the solidity of each part of the two sides.

For example, if the Space Marine assault force collapses due to the defeat of the captain, the Imperial Guard will seize the precious miracle of guarding the front line, or the Astra Militarum will end the expedition due to the death of the Sun Lord.

The giant panted like a beast, moved forward, wielded a huge sword, and the destruction position roared. The annoying buzzing sound was harsh and clear in the chaotic battlefield, the shuttle guns or sharp blades.

His right leg was injured by the Lightling kid. It was a bit of luck that his extremely fast speed slowed down a bit. Although the evil Space Marine still believed that mortals could not avoid his attack, he raised his left leg and fired the explosive leg gun at the same time, forcing the mortals to confront him head-on.

The left and right legs were sharp, like a beast biting. Whether it was weapons and equipment, physical strength, or combat experience, the Sun Lord had no advantage.

But he was not afraid. If he closed his eyes at this moment, he would be doomed to fail. The so-called courage is the key to fighting, especially fighting against beasts. Look for the attack, stay calm, and then, hormones are secreted, and everything in front of him becomes chaotic and slow.

Facing the giant, the Sun Lord's legs and arms were trembling, trembling with excitement, and the power brought by that excitement, when the destructive positions intersected, the small mortal dodged the projectile, the blades collided with each other, the position burst into sparks, and the crazy and terrible decision was revealed in the eyes of most people.

The Space Marines marveled at the mortal's terrible physical strength and skills, and the Imperial Guards were excited about the Sun Lord's divine power, but mortals are still mortals. Soon, Alanbar felt exhausted and had to use the blade to deflect the enemy's attack, barely making the blade deflect.

Just a few seconds after the blade was touched, the Sun Lord judged that the Space Marine veteran was stronger than the Dark Eldar Inquisitor in terms of personal combat power.

That was the biggest personal problem he was facing at the moment. When Alanbar stabilized his body, the monster continued to attack, swinging the evil-like power sword non-stop, like a life-seeking undead, leaving red marks everywhere on the sandbags and the ground. The destruction of the field cutting was both strong and terrible, and the heat brought by the elimination of the object dyed the cut, like the bright color of the hot iron ingot when the blacksmith's leg was hit.

The Sun Lord dodged and attacked. It must be said that many postures in Cain's swordsmanship are mainly dodging, and in many cases, the weak can restrain the strong.

The Space Marine was even more annoyed by the repeated attacks on his legs, so that he could see the Sun Lord in front of him. He was more powerful than many mortals in the eyes of the Superman, but he could easily lose his mind.

The armor was shining in the terrible Chaos Eight-pointed Star, and the bright red light seemed to make people lose their minds. In that dark universe, in the 40,000 years of human civilization, the decorations on the armor were no longer something to show off physical strength and morale, but real evil and real justice.

When the power of chaos invaded the heart, the Sun Lord would be paralyzed no matter how pious he was, and at this moment, the sword had arrived.

One split in two, no cutting in the middle, countless thoughts flashed in the mind of the Chaos Space Marine, he won, as if he wanted to taste the sweet blood, he couldn't help but roar like cheering, like a beast wanting fresh meat, the filthy sound burst out from his throat.

Then, he felt his leg and arm completely broken, and the wound that had just been hit was now completely torn apart, torn apart by a beam of strong evil light. The tragic burn marks on the thick leg and arm and the wound represented the consequences of the same carbine.

"Ahhh!" The monster roared and screamed, almost breaking the eardrum of the young man Leitlin, and the poor dwarf was trembling with his weapon at this moment, and if he sniped at close range, he would not repay the rescue of the Sun Lord, or he would fight back with his life.

Blood flowed from his big ears, wetting the tattered uniform, and the Chaos Space Marine also turned his body very quickly like an ocelot, staring at the weak man with predator-like eyes.

Two attacks and the painful sniping of the broken arm, the anger at this moment made him unbearable, he wanted to tear the ugly and short body apart, and kill the clown.

The fierce and violent wind blew across the cheeks of the dog-man who believed in the Emperor Huang, and it felt like rotten meat rubbing against his skin, making him suffocate and want to vomit.

The terrible monster held up his twisted giant body, wielding the butcher knife at people who were countless times weaker than him and praying to his gods to give him enough attention, while a strong force attacked him from behind, and the voice of the Lord of the Sun came.

"Why don't I find someone who is as strong as me to fight!"

The gods gave him powerful strength and also made his brain stem burned by the power of chaos when he fought, so that he could focus on one enemy, just like the monsters with low intelligence in video games, but he did get power, which was more terrifying than any Space Marines and Orc War Bosses that the experienced Lord of the Sun had seen.

When the power scythe penetrated his body and submerged into his flesh and blood, Alan Bair even felt resistance. That feeling was only felt when attacking the adamantine wall. It also meant that the monster's body had surpassed that of a space warrior and did not belong at all. Humanity.

The Space Marine captain has recovered from the pain, and Alan Bair's weapon has entered his body. At this moment, the Sun Lord needs to go east or here to let the beast calm down forever.

He had used all his strength and tried to pull and destroy Superman's stomach, two hearts, and many special organs as quickly as possible to kill the monster that was worth hundreds of thousands of lives!

Victory is just around the corner, but the desire to survive is so strong that the body on the verge of death can tear apart its own flesh and pull out the blade, so that it can tear apart most of its own flesh and tissue, and will continue to tear apart its own flesh and blood. The sword's blade was drawn out.

The heart-wrenching feeling made the Sun Lord's pores stand up, wondering if that crazy and terrifying monster could unleash its beastly nature like this.

The Lytling boy was frightened and shouted. "Boss, run!" He climbed out of the corpse pit and left as fast as he could in his life, while the Sun Lord looked at the monster calmly.

Although he seemed powerful, he was actually on the verge of death, because his eyes were awake, and in the cracked head armor, a dark green eye stared at the Sun Lord without saying a word.

When the Chaos Gods took away that gift, no matter how powerful that guy was, he couldn't defeat the healthy Sun Lord. Even Alan Bair was panting at this moment and his body was heaving.

Victory, that thought flashed through the mind of the Sun Lord. Hundreds of veterans and dozens of Catachan replaced more than a company of Space Marines, about twenty or thirty people, with a captain. It was really hard to believe. Have to be excited about the victory.

The evil beast just now, Ru Ming, stood weakly, looking scary, and hissing breathing appeared in his grid device, but it was not that scary for the Sun Lord who had surpassed the limits of human beings.

Whether it was the Emperor, the Greenskins, or other things that gave him strength, he had to thank those, Mr. Kane's teachings, and that terrible battlefield, those who forged the Ming like a furnace. Sun Lord and make him rock solid.

"Did my gods allow you to win?" Alan Bair's gun was pressed against the head of the weak monster. The terrifying warrior was extremely awake at the moment, so he said no.

"Then did my Corpse Emperor save my compatriots?" The voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if there were insects stuck in his throat.

"No, indeed, the Emperor did not save Skadi." Alan Bair replied, and the demon laughed, a cracking, hoarse laugh, and half a sentence made him immediately feel dissatisfied.

"Because he came, he came to save the world on his behalf, and that beautiful castle is his property." Alan Bayer emphasized.

After hearing this, he raised his left leg, like a beast, like a strong wind, smashing the terrifying leg and arm, which was completely covered in power armor and weighed tens of kilograms. A mortal would be bruised and bloody just by touching it, so that's okay. His only roar right now.

But the Sun Lord just raised his legs, holding down the thick tree-trunk-like legs and arms as if he was treating a naughty child wrongly, caught them, and then fired.

The bright red death represents the defeat of the Space Marines, the brief evacuation, the jetpack leaving the battlefield, the triumphant cheers of the Imperial Guard, and the almost collapsed Sun Lord.

The soles of his legs turned bright red. The attack to the East required great strength. The huge headless corpse in front of him was neither his trophy nor proof that the Imperial Guard came from East Anhui.

Alan Bair looked at the trenches made of sandbags. The corpses of the Imperial Guards were intertwined with the Space Marines. Three or four Skadi veterans used weapons to attack the joints of the Space Marines to lose their combat effectiveness. Some people used bomb explosions to hinder the Space Marines. The advance of the warriors.

That victory was not sweet, or even bitter, and the death of the brothers and sisters and the minimal loss of the Space Marines meant they could come back at any time.

After cleaning up the battlefield and piling up sandbags, the engineering troops used heavy equipment to dig out the thick rocks in the east. Those black and smooth things looked like obsidian, making people wonder whether Huang Dong would dig out magma.

The veterans enjoy the admiration of the new recruits, and the new recruits are scolded for installing barbed wire, because most people with eyes can see that those cultists are preparing to cut off the supplies of the Imperial Guard and choose to give up that strong bone.

At the command point, Alan Bair wiped the heretic's blood from his armor. The chief of staff kept talking about how stupid and dangerous the commander's charge just now was, and at the same time arranged dinner for him like a blue man.

The Letling kid said thank you for the first time, and asked to use his private collection to make delicious food for everyone to eat meat.

The Catachan Master Chief went to rearrange and appease the outside of Catachan. Too many Catachan soldiers died in that war, so that the man who chose a world in the entire universe, a regiment in a world, and thousands in a regiment Choosing the best among the best hurts the bones.

The second lieutenant and lieutenant were comforting and arranging the soldiers. Their growth and majesty among the soldiers made it rare for Alan Bayer to have time to get news, but now he interrupted the chattering chief of staff and refused to say anything.

"What happened to those Space Marines now..."

The chief of staff sighed, not sure whether he was lamenting the current war situation or not dissatisfied with the Sun Lord's attitude, but he didn't say it. "The Space Marines have built a heavy encirclement several kilometers away, carrying a lot of heavy equipment, and are ready to attack."

"Their current firepower cannot break through, and the depth of the underground is too deep to contact the Bordello. They gave Bordello a message before they sneaked into the underground for a month. If they didn't come out in a month, the ship could leave and return to the main force, and then obey Commander Qi Fan's dispatch."

Alan Baier asked. "How many days will it be tomorrow?" There is no red day and night in the underground, so the standard Terra month can be judged by the alarm clock. Fortunately, such a leg is often used in the void, and the chief of staff often carries a device to record time.

"Less than a week, about five days." The staff replied.

"Really, the underground place can make people forget how many times they slept and woke up..." Alan Baier rubbed his temples. "Catachan probably can't break through the Space Marines' defenses. Those superhumans are too strong, and support is far away. Although there is definitely enough food, if the Bordello leaves, they will be left there waiting to die. They may die in a month."

"But their troops can't break through the enemy's encirclement. The Furaxia Armored Regiment is not there, and the Earthshaker is also in Commander Qi Fan's legs." The staff officer said.

"That's not a problem. Their soldiers are like liquids. They have no constant shape and can adapt to various situations." The words suddenly appeared. It was Catachan. It was the sergeant who brought several Catachan soldiers to the place buried in the trenches and smashed the half-underground bunker with the equipment of the engineering team.

"No constant shape? I shut up like a titanium." The chief of staff said doubtfully, and the Catachan sergeant denied that he really said it to the Sun Lord.

"He plans to take soldiers, or more precisely, a group of new recruits from the Catachan reserve, to use a small amount of supplies and individual equipment near the camp, sniping from a distance, guerrilla warfare, etc., and rely on a small number of soldiers to contain the enemy's legs."

"Just like a stream constantly washing, in a month, he asked them to break through, and the water dripping through the stone!"

Alanbair was scared. Was he possessed by the Titanium Ambassador? The concept of the guerrillas was indeed possible, but guerrilla warfare space warriors? "The losses will be great."

"He knows! But there are Catachans who can do it. They can get used to the forest or the steel!" The sergeant replied.

The Sun Lord opened his kettle and drank the coffee. He was nervous. "Then, do it!"