Chapter 277: Revenge of the Destroying Eagle

The soldiers hid in the fortress made of sandbags, just like children hiding in fragile things made of cardboard or wood to avoid the haze or lightning of their inner fears, or the disharmonious family or many other things that are enough to suffocate children.

Of course, the soldiers of Loande are not children, and the sandbag fortress is not so weak, but in the stormy war, those things may not even be as good as wooden boards or cardboard boxes.

Ironically, such a "castle" has become a hot and precious thing, so that the people who are still alive continue to possess, rob, and fight for it. Thinking about it this way, this matter is actually very similar to two groups of children fighting for their hobbies and ideas.

It's just that now it seems that this fight is larger in scale, more closely planned, and people will really die, but perhaps this is the essence of civilization and the essence of war. People have never changed since they were born. They can hunt others for insignificant materials because we can't feel the pain of others.

However, such a heretical idea did not stay in the mind of a private soldier of Loand for too long. The reason was very simple. Her complex thoughts slowed her down. Her head was drowsy due to lack of oxygen, so she had wild thoughts, gave up her faith, and was alert. Therefore, when her comrades screamed, "Grenade, jump out of the trench!", she wondered if she was right, whether the war was childish, and whether the Emperor would approve.

Then, bang, snap, sandbags, flesh, broken bones and her thoughts were scattered all over the ground. Then, others almost meaninglessly picked up more sandbags, piled up new walls, and then played the same game of "pile sandbags, protect the castle, and then kill the children on the opposite side".

Such a situation is rare on the battlefield, but the fundamental reason is that the long war makes people mentally exhausted. She can't concentrate, and many thoughts are scattered. She must have been a great soldier before.

Now, such a situation began to attack the entire front line, countless sprays, explosions, roaring earth-shaking cannons and their firing of hot high-explosive ammunition, and sleepless all day long.

The surface lacking plants originally relied on those equipment or imported spacecraft to provide oxygen, but the attacks of the heretics stopped those things. The population reduction eased the urgent need, but after a month, the already thin air became scarce in the heat emitted by weapons and the heavy breathing of soldiers after days of fighting, bombing, and fighting.

Therefore, they can split up the large troops. A standard company can be divided into more than ten infantry teams, and a team has at least twelve people, and they can be stationed in an area without supervision.

Those heretics are miserable. Now, the real commander, who has seized everything he needs, put down the telescope. "I know, you have summarized it well, but as a soldier, you have never seen the dying appearance of the beast struggling, so of course you will be afraid."

His words guided the officers to look at the inconspicuous corners of the battlefield. The so-called method is to give the beast a sufficiently fatal attack, so his relatives and friends have set off. That is a very terrible force in terms of experience and equipment level. The light infantry looks silent on the huge battlefield.

The soldiers' negative intelligence had already reached his ears, and many people still didn't understand why he was so calm, even a little indifferent.

The long-term weak hypoxia caused the soldiers to have various problems, and the enemy was similar. The death on the entire battlefield became dense. According to Terra time, it was only about three hours since the afternoon, and the last two Imperial Guard regiments of the Loand people, the 154th Infantry Regiment of Loand and the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand, had no possibility of replenishment and reorganization.

They were approaching the core of the battlefield and were going to insert the fortress made of sandbags to interrupt the enemy's core transportation capacity and the place for soldiers to rest, so as to completely kill this prey, just like what they did again and again to survive, but this time for faith, it was also a special enjoyment.

The heretic officer who believed in the Lord of Plague couldn't help cursing this matter. He had never seen such a unit, with little experience, no veterans, and not good equipment, but such a terrible fighting will.

"Secondly, another solution is underway."

"Sir, we don't have time. We either retreat and regroup or we are annihilated. The enemy, the followers of the Corpse King are simply crazy and will not care about the cost!"

"Aim, watch out, attack the enemy's core area." Those quiet, deadly crazy people raised their weapons and shot down in two rows, one kneeling and one standing.

"What do you mean?" The officer who asked the question didn't understand, and he wouldn't understand. The hunter also answered. "The Loander people are dying, so they are strong. Normally, the way to deal with it is to wait, but we don't have time."

The Imperial Guard was caught off guard, and the flames burned many people's bodies. The small team of only twelve people did not scream. The communicator immediately pressed the button in his hand, but the enemy who had planned it had already smashed the entire communication backpack and killed the brothers of the communication soldier at the same time.

When the signalman saw those hateful people approaching, he picked up the automatic rifle and shot, but before he pulled the trigger, before he could even scream, his head melted. In this way, the loyalists left, and the Golden Throne would accept their souls, while the person who betrayed his compatriots would surely wail in the terrible warp.

He was an adjutant, not a commander-in-chief. He repeatedly emphasized his identity, while the commander-in-chief was servile like an adjutant. However, most of the rational officers saw him and the bright red lines on the soldier holding a telescope on the hull of the Lemanus. He was born for war and was strictly prohibited from joining the officer class.

It would be fine if he didn't move, but tens of thousands of adults gathered here, constantly playing the cruelest game in history. Every breath, every shot, and every time the soil was ignited, it felt suffocating.

War is like this. Being able to split up the troops means having more and more firepower points, more and more flexible deployment, and a larger defense line, which also represents stronger deployment capabilities and morale.

In contrast, their troops need at least company-level squads to maintain basic combat effectiveness. Without the supervisor's projectiles, those people will immediately become passive.

They climbed to a high place where the Imperial Guard was stationed. The soldiers of Loande watched the surrounding situation vigilantly, but there was only one squad whose goal was death, and then report the arrival of the enemy before death. Their existence was a bell that could make a sound, which was sad and lamentable.

In an instant, those powerful warriors turned into blood stains. Many people could not shout out their fear or pray to the Lord of Plague because the bombs were too fast. The sergeant major just watched the cruel massacre silently, waited for a round of bullets to be poured out, raised his weapon and gave a few more rounds to the heretics who were still breathing.

But the rune warriors could sense the faint future. They saw the situation early and relied on their extraordinary skills and abilities to lock the Imperial Guards who were not clear about death. After the rapid firing, the muzzles of those guns were hot, leaving a mess.

They have lost more than two-thirds of their troops. According to the historical experience of human warfare, they should have collapsed. Imagine that when your comrades, friends, and even your father and brother who joined the army with you, all died in artillery fire or a single shot, with blood holes in their heads and bodies cold, who can still hold on?

However, they showed a firmness beyond that of mortal troops, a fortitude that even the Astartes of the Destroyer Eagle could not help but look at. That is a quality that can only be found in the famous Astra Militarum Corps praised by the Empire, such as the famous Valhalla Corps, the Krieg Corps, the Cadia Blitz Corps, or the Servitor Group that was injected with a large amount of mental and control drugs, and the Hongzhi of the Mechanicum.

The old ancestor who was dropped under the Thunder Eagle gunship shouted. "Ha, heretic blood, filling the ground, how beautiful, enemies of the Empire, enemies of the Emperor, all deserve to die, die quickly!"

They are vicious things, sticking their bodies out from the hillside, and below, in addition to soldiers in normal wars, there are many wounded soldiers, dying and being treated by field doctors, hoping to return to the front line. This place has become a refueling station for the Imperial Guard. As long as this field project can operate, their morale will not be low, because hope is still there.

"Boy, according to the original plan, take me to Lemanus, I want to perform a craniotomy on the heretic's cannon!"

"I can't believe it, they are like machines, venting firepower to my troops, their morale is a bottomless pit, they can recklessly throw living people for a tiny advantage, are those guys the believers of the Corpse King? They are brainwashed!"

"Ready!" The captain shouted, but the buzzing sound interrupted his words, and a violent hurricane brushed his cheek. A Thunder Eagle gunboat slowly lifted its huge body, carrying a huge metal engine called a fearless mecha. The Destruction Eagle Sergeant looked at the heretics angrily.

The fallen signalman's body slowly fell to the ground, and a rock was squeezed down silently, rolling along the steep hillside. This was harmless, but it hit a steep part on the hillside, but there was no sound from the smash, just a muffled puff.

"One of my grenadiers attacked the hillside where the enemy was stationed. It was normal at first. Soon, the enemy lost more than half, then two-thirds, and then almost all of them. But there were still people shooting?!"

There were no deserters just because they had no way to run. As long as they were seen to hesitate a little, the reward for them was a fired and ejected bullet from the automatic gun. The hot bullet sank into their heads and chewed up their consciousness.

But violence soon became ineffective, and death could not make the soldiers continue to move forward. The commanders encountered quite serious problems, and for the first time they found that faith could not drive those soldiers to continue shooting.

The Loander people knew the ravines, trenches, and terrain here. Many of them had served here. The anti-orbital fortress was obviously the treasure of the Imperial Guard, so the enemy could always accurately grasp the defense location, attack the low with the high, and fight the flat with the dangerous.

The heretics' successive failures during this period have shaken their morale. Now they have encountered a tough nut again. Under the lack of oxygen and the shaken faith, the troops composed of former Imperial Guards or PDFs finally fell into a state of passive sabotage after losing 40% of their troops.

"Until they delayed until another squad came over, crossfire, so only twenty people defeated my elite!"

But the enemy was unaware, or did their gods also make a mistake?

"Here we are, I can smell the smell of those people, the smell of the corpse king they believe in." The leading soldier said so. This elite force of 200 people is the core force that the entire heretic legion can mobilize, and there are many powerful individual explosives. Its target can be imagined.

A scout, Astarte, raised his head. He was almost one with the rock, covered in camouflage. He looked at the beasts with resentment, then lowered his head and reported to someone he could trust.

The Empire's flames were fired, and the sound was deafening. Even the Rune Heretics were mortal in nature, and this was the revenge of the Destruction Eagle on those heretics. Since they dared to declare war on the most powerful Astarte in the Empire, they should pay the relevant price.

"Captain..." He clenched his fist and shouted to the driver. "Shoot, empty the bombs!"

His mind was full of the idea that the old captain of the 10th Company's reconnaissance unit against the 4th Company was killed by those guys. As an Astarte, emotions should not interfere with him, but this time, he wanted to amplify his emotions and let the hurricane pass and destroy the enemies of the Empire.

And those bloody hunters prepared a way from the beginning, aiming the projectiles. The scouts who were strictly protected were carrying large radios in a simple place, because they didn't believe that anyone could climb up this place with only one road silently.

Silently, crawling on the ground, avoiding shooting or detection in those flaming shells and bullets, it must be said that they are professional and qualified as soldiers. Even the most sensitive auspicious instruments of Space Marines will dissipate because of the special gifts on their bodies. They are hunters, and the most terrible hunters born in this 40,000 years.

Therefore, suffering has come to the enemy. During this period of war, the heretics have gained an advantage by relying on a large number of people, but the number of people not only represents strength, but also a burden on the command class.

The sergeant nodded. "May the Primarch bless us. If the reconnaissance troops had not discovered the situation this time, we would not have discovered this attack..."

"And those heretics who came up with this terrible tactic, damn it."

Revenge, revenge has begun. This is the greatest violent action of human civilization. The incomparable hatred brought by war has focused on the nightmare of time and actual death losses. Revenge and tooth for tooth, this is not good, this is not right, this will make the heretic evil god more powerful, and this will make the universe darker.

But in this bad day, this terrible time, in a universe without the light at the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization, fighting back is the only way out.