Chapter 303 Roundup

Looking at the situation of the war from the position of the Bordero, Alan Bayer always felt a clear sense of fragmentation. Although he had sent the Eagle of Destruction to attack, the delays in various intelligences and the restless silence Still exist.

He looked at the densely packed cables in front of the holographic projection equipment and drank Reca coffee sip after sip, enjoying the unique bitterness that almost made people collapse. Only this kind of taste can make numb nerves feel alive.

"Hasn't the Poison Blade been released yet?" Alan Bair suddenly asked the captain about the whereabouts of the Dawn Blade. The overweight tank that was not used because there was enough Lemanus was supposed to be the core of reversing the situation of the battle. However, special large transport ships cannot drop it under intensive firepower, and the Imperial Guard must establish a stronghold before it can be dropped.

Otherwise, such a huge body may get stuck in mud or quicksand and other harsh environments for various reasons, or it may be defeated by enemy defensive firepower and scattered infantry units. However, they have no choice at this moment. After Bordero barely destroyed some of the defensive artillery, they The Emperor's Poison Blade must be dropped to stabilize the battle situation and reduce the losses of soldiers.

This thing is strange for the Empire, but it is Skadi's style. He can risk the Emperor's Baneblade for the sake of his soldiers. The other commanders will probably laugh when they hear this.

But even discharging that kind of heavy equipment made the captain look embarrassed, he said. "The armory has been speeding up, but the basic standing prayer still takes time. Such a complex and rigorous machine spirit cannot be treated casually. I can only say that I hope that the Destruction Eagle can pull things to a good place as much as possible."

Lemanus and Marauder tanks cannot crush those dirty vehicles on armor. They cannot even fight those dirty vehicles head-on due to mobility issues. The Empire's heavy vehicles are slow in turret agility. Its ability to resist light armor has become worse, of course, because of the extreme pursuit speed of those orcs. If the terrain here is ignored, their tactical combat effectiveness will be much reduced in other worlds.

The complex terrain and tracks built by the orcs hindered the soldiers from exerting their original abilities, losing the right time and place, and making the war slow and difficult. The people of Karazha had never broken into this place, and they did not know how it had changed. What has become.

"Just wait until the soldiers build the camp. The poison blade can completely suppress the battle. Now we can only pray that the emperor protects the soldiers who are fighting hard." Alan Bair said with a wry smile. He was not worried about failure, just wasting time in this place. So many troops can't help the main plan too much, but he can't ignore Karaza, and the orcs here are a breakthrough, an important breakthrough to find the Purple Hand's intelligence.

Unconsciously, the only sound in Cambridge was the sound of the war lord sipping coffee. The excitement of the battlefield and the armory seemed to have nothing to do with it.

He pressed the communicator. "Eagles of Destruction, we lured out that big fish."

Those human heroes and Astartes successfully hindered the battle line of chariots, which was more effective than any defense and obstruction. The Imperial Guard crews could regroup, but the absence of the commander still made them worried, but Falakxia The 113th Armored Regiment has experienced a full three hundred years of worry. As long as they can still see their comrades, they will remain strong, like chain armor, cheap, tough, and versatile.

Unfortunately, they only felt the obstruction when the blade penetrated the flesh and blood of the orc leader. The thick muscle tissue was thicker than that of the ordinary orc leader. His gluttony had an effect. The Catachan long blade could only cut half of it, while the leader Although it hurt, he didn't care, and he swung the chain ax with defiance and unscrupulousness.

But the situation on the battlefield did not go as he wished. Bloody wreckage and death, burning car bodies regardless of loyalty or madness, explosive bombs, melta, beams, any weapon you can think of are doing their best to kill the enemy, even Sabres, fists, some were fighting orcs on the hull, and some were shooting those savage things with laser guns.

The operation was at a stalemate, especially with the war leader Umuru's Tearer Roar, which would tear apart several vehicles of the Imperial Guard every time. Whether it was circling a tank very fast and shooting like a butler unloading an ox, it was accurate and easy. Using projectiles to cut important parts of the Empire's vehicles, it only takes a moment to turn the Empire's most elite Salamander tanks into scrap metal.

He held the steering wheel with his toes and didn't care about the brakes. As long as the speed was fast enough and the turns were fast enough, those things didn't matter. This was his racing outline and the biggest reason for his survival to this day. He lay on the car, huge The body held the weapons on both sides of the car body, two Orc heavy explosive shells, and pressed the trigger to let the projectiles drive away the soldiers.

The instantaneous explosion of those clumsy engines of the orcs produced an unexpected chain reaction. They collided one after another, as if confirming the Lytling boy's superb shooting ability.

After all, although Skadi is famous and steadfast in this sector, it is still far from the civilized legions such as Krieg and Cadia. However, war and reality do not care about whether they have reputation or history. They would use cruel blood and death to express their so-called value, and the Skadi people have proven themselves time and time again, and they still do so to this day.

And this incident is very similar to the second lieutenant's experience. The Catachan soldiers who were thrown had many fractures, but they still turned on the machine. "Sorry, the mission failed."

The engine was filled with dust, and the weapons were ready to go. The orc leader looked left and right, laughing. "Fun, racing, I like it."

At the same time, the free-spirited orc leader also discovered the warrior in the red helmet. He understood a little bit about the organization of the Space Marines. The rough little bit came from those traitors, and to be precise, it should be the real master of this star zone. He shouted with laughter.

The battlefield was getting closer and closer to the defense line of the Imperial Guard. All their supplies during this period were dismantled here. The living soldiers hid behind the sandbags and iron wires. Some iron rods were welded upside down on the ground to form an oblique attempt to block the enemy's vehicles, but those weak defense works were useless.

Two warriors attacked upwards together, and the remaining two attacked the toes of the orc leader who moved the steering wheel. Even if they died together, they wanted to stop this chariot that threatened the empire.

The person leading them was the Catachan Sergeant. The veteran had experienced many battles. He even climbed on the sandbags and let the orcs charge at him. At the critical moment, he jumped up, crossed the collision corner of the dirty car, pressed the orc on the car body, cut his throat with his strong arms, and then abandoned the car and left.

The Imperial Guard vehicles were already overwhelmed, and the loss of the lieutenant's tie also reduced their defensive capabilities, but not everyone gave up. The courage and confidence of the Catachans proved their success with melta and sabers. Those forest warriors hid behind sandbags and used melta to suddenly attack the cars around them.

They hindered the orcs' attacks and were the spiritual leaders of other Catachans. His friend, the Lightling boy, was lying on the side of a Lemanus. The sight of the carbine flashed, and almost instantly, the engine of the dirty car exploded and burned.

The voice that responded to the machine sounded young and familiar, he said so. "No, it worked. The orc has left the convoy. Now, the turtle is caught in the jar."

Looking down from the sky, it is hard to imagine that the real battlefield is not the hell with gongs and drums next to it, but a small episode with less than 16 chariots here. However, in this dark era, people no longer ignore the strong charm and ability of individuals to guide the war. The sergeant who destroyed the eagle shot sharply at the leader, as if he had regarded him as his trophy.

"My kid has to be replaced again. I wish they were as strong as me!" He complained a little, as if those orcs were too fragile, whether they were cooks or gunners.

That kind of reaction speed is very scary. After all, when a fast car at 80 kilometers per hour passes by, it is difficult for ordinary people to see its full appearance. Catachan can distinguish whether it is a loyal vehicle of the empire or the filthy thing of the orcs again and again, and punish it with the high temperature of the hot melt gun.

But for the Imperial Guard, this was an opportunity. When his car rushed through the camp, four Catachan soldiers risked their lives to jump on this crazy car before it "replenished" the gunners. The arrival of those forest warriors made Wu Murui smile. He raised his feet to drive, moving the simple steering wheel with his right foot, and holding the accelerator with his left foot. The wind made people's skin sting.

"What the hell, what the hell!" He watched the Catachan climb into the car, raise his chain saw axe, press the trigger, and the chain saw turned and buzzed like thunder, which made people terrified, but the Catachans were not afraid. If they killed this bastard, this mission would be a success!

The other side did not reply, but replied again, the low roaring sounds, the roar of the Empire engine, 12 flying wings, the speedboat was approaching, and those Space Marines were now falcons hovering over a valuable prey, the war leader who had troubled the citizens of the Empire for thousands of years, a prey worthy of them.

The red scarves on their arms fluttered, and the cloth wet with blood inherited those successes, failures, sacrifices, and killings. They raised their weapons, and the long blades emitted a cold and sharp edge, which was suffocating.

The armor formed a net, slowly buffering the attacks of the orcs, but the net alone could not catch such a large orc army. They also lacked a spear, a sharp and deadly spear.

The sharp weapon swung with his cut wrist, forcing the four people who attacked him away. Then he realized that he would be seriously injured if he continued like this, so he suddenly moved the steering wheel with his feet, slid a whole circle, and swept those warriors down with a sharp turn.

Only the accurate shooting of the Skadi veterans killed the orcs from time to time with the explosive beam, and there were also several Space Marines who resisted stubbornly, but just the orc dirty cars that broke away from the large convoy exhausted them. After a Lemanus that actually protected the Imperial Guard fired, a dirty car barely avoided the grenade and proved to the Empire once again that speed is king here.

There was also the fatal collision of the war boss. The huge body of the war boss pressed down the car body so that it would not tilt up, and with the blessing of the waaagh position, those things would not be scattered due to the impact, so even if it was a car, it would be dented and deformed by this simple and gorgeous strange car, and the machine soul would wail.

He won the victory with the car, and now he wants to use the car to comment on whether it can continue to maintain hegemony. Even if it is 12 to 1, this madman can easily accept it now. After all, as a boss, you have to shock the world!

Their flesh and blood formed a line of defense and buffer steel, which stunned the soldiers and commanders of Karaza. Those were almost not what humans should do. Or, are they fighting side by side with Astartes? This matter is too horrifying, they probably won't go back and spread it, even if they say it when drunk, it will not be considered true.

The dark green illusive holographic image on the table outlines a crazy battlefield scene. This is almost an amusement park made of roller coasters. It is difficult to imagine how to fight in such an environment. The combination of the Astartes and the Imperial Guard will not lose. , but even so, Lieutenant General Alan Bayer, who loves his soldiers as much as his sons, still hopes that the sacrifices can be very few.

He laughed because of this, scraping metal scraps on his body. Even his boys were in high spirits because of this, but their heads no longer knew where to go. They were cut off by the metal fragments of Lemanus's thick shell. He suddenly stopped laughing, and his snow-white head The fangs are still exposed, but not as much.

This time he even tore Lemanus apart, shouting and cheering at the same time. The damn heavy metal played by the body's engine and the speakers on the body drove a Lemanus tank with a hurricane that made people hurt their cheeks. Eaten alive.

The entire war engine was torn apart from the middle using the most brutal addition, that is, speed plus weight equals strength. The exposed adamantium layer and wires also contained the remains of the Imperial Guard crew members. It was hard to believe that an engine like this was used. Simple things can cut through the Empire's most honored machine soul like butter.

He, the owner of the voice, looked into the distance from the salamander tank. The prey became the hunter, and the second lieutenant was sorting out the pain he had suffered just now, repaying the favor in kind of tit-for-tat and even a little bit like chicken belly.

"Red can, red can, dried shrimps call you Valve God, canned food calls you Shigua, I call you Red Head, give me that beautiful helmet, give me that beautiful car, give me your honor, and I Give you explosive bombs, give you clicks, give you that buzzing, roaring, and never-satisfied slashing weapon!”

The Master Chief looked at him from the body of the car and was not angry when he heard those dirty words. However, he spoke to the alien for the first time, and the grid device made an electronic sound, carrying the wind sound that was inaudible. "Come on, Alien, just like your past successes, become one of the Eagle of Destruction's countless meritorious deeds, making your stupid life valuable and honorable."

He raised the heavy butt of the storm bolter in front of him. This was a weapon that was too heavy even for Alan Bair, but he was as easy as an Imperial Guard with a rifle, and accurately highlighted the flames, burning Looking at the dirty tearer car, he unilaterally announced that the finals of this competition had begun.