Chapter 352 Final Battle

Bandetal's manor is now protected by thick trenches. The void shield blurs the air and space, emitting a transparent distortion as light as ripples. Heavy vehicle blocking equipment is also set up around it. Large iron pillars made of refined gold are arranged in a staggered manner, so that even Lemanus can be blocked outside.

On one side of the manor's high ground, there are 6 heavy missile launchers with cross-fire ranges, making it almost impossible to rely on heavy vehicles to break into this area.

At the same time, the complex trenches, sandbags, and barbed wire composed of twisted trench lines and concave fire points have become a nightmare for infantry to break into. Several heavy logging guns and a large number of guards maintain defense density and defense firepower at intervals of 10 meters.

In this place protected by layers of defense arrays and huge regional void shield arrays, being one of the countless guards is probably a matter of extreme security.

What Imperial Guards and invaders? These things have no real meaning to those ordinary soldiers. For them, the only value of being stationed here is that each person can get 60 more credit points every day, and can eat all-natural food instead of starch blocks and nutrient solution.

Even if their meals are just stewed vegetable soup and white bread that has been left for a while, and leftovers "given" by various noble lords, in this way, they are more like dogs than soldiers.

The officer is checking the queue at this moment. This is a reinforced squad of about 60 people. There are several logging guns, a heavy automatic weapon, and laser guns that everyone has. However, the laser guns are not theirs. They must be returned to the lord after the battle. However, for this group of PDFs, it is an honor to touch this supreme creation of mankind, not to mention training and shooting.

They think they are lucky. They don't need to work, nor do they need to risk their lives anywhere. Just because their fathers and mothers are PDFs, they have inherited those honors and responsibilities, and they can enjoy better physiques than others, and have the great right called violence, becoming part of violence.

Everything was fine until an arrow broke through the void shield. It was more primitive than most people imagined. It was just a piece of iron with tail feathers, and the tail feathers were even made of plastic. But such a primitive object was inserted into the head of the arrogant noble officer.

It was hard to imagine that the void shield, which could not be destroyed by bullets, lasers, explosive shells, or even heavy cannons or earth-shaking cannons, was broken by such a primitive and crude thing. It was just because the threshold of the void shield had not reached the level that needed defense at a low speed.

In an instant, the man fell straight down, as if his soul had left his body and the machine was cut off from power. Before most soldiers could figure out the situation, a few red spots crawled out of the darkness.

The bronze thick arms grasped the throats of those soldiers and cut off their necks in just a few seconds. Death came to this place like a convention. Under the cover of night, the outer position of the void shield fell.

The Catachan Sergeant wiped the longbow in his hand. The soldiers on the three high watchtowers next to the position were killed in one blow, and the trench was completely destroyed. He made hand language and ordered the next step at the same time.

[Go forward, destroy the anti-armor missile launcher, and then light the flare to notify the attack. ]

They fought in an orderly manner, relying on the night and the poor vision formed by the layers of trenches, and moved forward with beautiful tactical movements. At the same time, they got a great credit for this battle, a simple longbow.

The Sergeant was not a bow and arrow expert. He spent some time getting used to this weapon, but throwing and aiming were Catachan's tricks. Although he was not used to it, he could draw inferences from one instance to another. As a warrior, he had a very strong psychological ability and weapon operation ability.

So far, a crazy but reasonable plan was based on a few nylon ropes with good toughness and composite materials. It can be bent. The bracket originally used to build a waterproof platform has now become a weapon to kill the enemy. The steel shell and plastic of the shaved bullets are formed in the skillful hands of the Catachan soldiers.

Silent and able to penetrate the void shield, such a fantastic idea can also become a sharp weapon. After completely occupying this area, smelling the blood of his fellow human beings, the sergeant once again pulled the bowstring.

The tight weapon can no longer be used too many times. His arm strength is not suitable for this weapon. If he faces such a battlefield situation in the future, he will consider looking for professional people in the wild world or feudal world to make it, but now...

Swish, the sharp arrow followed the sergeant's firing forward, and the snapping bowstring suddenly broke, but it did not affect the trajectory of the arrow feathers shot out. After cutting through the air, it accurately inserted into the head of an officer behind.

The leaderless army instantly became chaotic. Catachan picked up his weapon, quickly crossed the trench, and repeated the same trick to capture this stronghold in a few minutes.

At the same time, the sentry tower here can already see the heavy defense equipment on the right. Most of them are installed on the protruding fortress walls of the manor, reinforced with fine gold, revealing only narrow shooting holes, but this is not a problem.

The sergeant climbed up the sentry tower with a few good shooters, and then used sign language to assign each person's shooting target. Their weapons were not explosive guns, but large plasma guns.

As the sergeant made the famous hand gesture, the soldiers slowly counted down in their hearts, 1, 2, 3!

The projectiles fired, and the heat and plasma streaked across the sky, looking like four flashing meteors. However, the shooting was not just once, but continuous, again and again, until the blue plasma gun emitted thick smoke and the cooling system reached its limit.

At the same time, the firing holes at the shooting point were completely melted by the plasma, and the adamantium fortifications and missile launchers were completely paralyzed. Those things were heated, solidified, and mixed together by the plasma, and the entire platform was completely paralyzed and turned into a wall.

But it didn't last long. The enemy only needed a few excavation equipment to reopen the firing holes, but it was enough to paralyze them for dozens of minutes. At the same time, the Catachans quickly climbed down the sentry tower because they needed to retreat.

The enemy had noticed their existence and kept shooting. The sergeant threw a burning flare, and the dazzling red light fell on their position, hindering the enemy's shooting. The enchanting light and the continuous heat and red mist made the officers and soldiers shout and eat the Catachans alive.

Just in the chaos, accidental injuries, accidental deaths, confusion, and fear, this group of rabble lost dozens of people and destroyed their formation. After the flare went out, the commander realized that something was wrong and he immediately picked up the communicator.

"The enemy attacked, they destroyed the anti-tank missiles, wait? No reserve equipment?" He cursed and took out all the vocabulary he had stored in his life. Fortunately, he still had those car barriers to help them defend, and anti-tank grenades could meet his needs, but it was a bit of a waste of soldiers.

He was not pessimistic, but then he heard the sound of the engine, and the panic crawled out of his heart, a panic that he himself did not realize.

It was fear, restlessness, and chaos, which he had only felt when he was a young soldier. Sweat flowed down his forehead and he spoke immediately. "Anti-tank team forward, the enemy is approaching!"

But just as he finished speaking, a long-bladed knife pierced his chest. He was completely unaware that someone was approaching. At this moment, he regretted walking out of the command room, but his body was losing heat and his blood fell to the ground.

The Catachan Sergeant's sturdy arm held his mouth, making him unable to speak. The old officer was as powerless as a child in front of him. He died before most soldiers, even his orderly and guards, realized it.

Then two melta bombs suddenly rolled down from the battle line, and the adamantium vehicles broke instantly after the flash of explosion and the suffocating high temperature. At the same time, the lights of three Land Raiders lit up and shone directly on the powerless members of the anti-tank team.

Although they were called squads, they did not have anti-tank missiles, but only used cluster grenades, buckled on their waists, and their weapons were only basic automatic guns. They could be said to be abandoned, watching the approach of the Imperial Guard with fear.

When the double-linked explosive bombs were fired, those poor people were instantly turned into minced meat, and more gathered enemies were also killed by the soldiers of the Imperial Guard who followed the vehicles forward. This time, the perfect infantry-tank coordination was rapidly eroding the position, and those nightmare-like things were circling around the heads of those guards.

Morale collapsed, officers died, and the lack of command turned this place into a one-sided massacre. Under the spray of the deflagration beam and the heavy bombs of the Land Raider, the blood at the gate of the manor gathered enough to form a river. The soldiers supporting from other areas were so frightened that they could not move when they saw such a scene.

In just half an hour, the heavy vehicles broke through the huge fence gate of the manor. The servants of Bandertar were panicked. The interior of this beautiful manor was full of flowers and plants as if it was on Terra, which was in sharp contrast to the flames and death ignited by the continuous war outside.

The blood that was squeezed out of the entire star region was here, becoming part of the man's entertainment. The lieutenant's military shoes stepped on the soft lawn, his nose breathed in fresh air, the artificial moonlight was as comfortable as the real thing, and there was a gentle breeze blowing here.

But the lieutenant had no mercy. He wanted the soldiers to uproot everything here, to use equipment to open the heavy and beautiful door, and to find Bandertar, the villain, and settle accounts with him for the pain and death of the day, as well as the mistakes and madness caused by his greed.

Under the joint investigation of Catachan and the stormtroopers, the manor was turned upside down in just two hours, and the other soldiers rested and sorted out their belongings.

This attack was very easy, even too smooth. In Bandertar's magnificent hall, the lieutenant looked at the exaggerated long table of the wandering merchant, and at the same time the communication team also connected to the communication system of the entire fortress.

He cleared his throat and then spoke, and at this moment, the radio system of all people in the entire hive was still working made a sound. "I am the commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard. We have taken control of Bandertal's palace and completely dominated the Upper Nest. I now unilaterally declare that your resistance is no longer effective."

"At the same time, I will activate the highest priority Cogitator array and shut down the void defense system of this fortress. Your resistance is over. The local PDF will be sent to the military court for trial based on your experience."

"Heretics and illegal psykers will be liquidated, and the imperial citizens will be sent to places based on their resumes."

"Those who surrender will be given a lighter sentence. The Emperor's light has shone in this place again. Bandertal's era has passed, and now the Empire has become the master of Engili Wandering Port again!" He put down the communicator, and the entire hive was boiling. The criminal nobles scrambled to flee, and the pdf officers began killing each other.

Will there be peace and stability when the empire comes? No, it will only become more chaotic at this moment. The second lieutenant is just trying to reduce the enemy's fighting spirit. If his speech can make it easier for the empire to dominate this place, even if dozens, hundreds, or tens of thousands of ordinary people will die because of it, what about those guys? The Empire's elite soldiers are worthless!

Chaos arose as expected, and Sergeant Catachan returned to the hall and spoke. "Bandertal is dead. He was murdered. He was lying in the underground secret passage and has been dead for almost two hours."

The second lieutenant smiled wryly as expected. "It's a pity that I didn't execute him myself."

At this point, the battle came to a successful conclusion, except that the presence of the Eagle of Destruction was missing in this battle. Those supermen only left behind their servants and vehicles. Instead, their goal was to return to the transport plane with the statue in hand and ensure the empire's control as quickly as possible. That demonic creation.

There was nothing wrong with this plan. It was very accurate. It was just like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer. But they didn't expect that the real test had just come.

While the ensign and Catachan were chatting with the officers about how to strengthen the upper defenses, a report came from the communicator that an unknown force was attacking the manor area. This information was sent by the attracting forces on the outside, that is, the death squads. Their The work was ineffective, but now he became the eyes and ears of the Imperial Guard. It was an unexpected surprise.

The ensign spoke. "Retreat to nearby residential areas for cover while continuing to observe the enemy."

he asked the chief of staff again. "How long until we can get supplies?"

the chief of staff replied. "The star port is currently not under our control. It will take three days to open the entire transportation road."

The second lieutenant was not surprised at this moment. He had known his fate long ago, but now the soldiers were tired and there were not many resources. He looked at the radio with mixed feelings in his heart.

Then a squeaking sound appeared. "This is the first company of the special advance team. We have seen the details of the enemy. They are a mixed mechanized force composed of light vehicles, and they..."

"There are strange runes on the body?"

His voice suddenly became urgent after he finished speaking. "Damn, they found us, report, report! They have unknown detection methods, and our anti-orbiter coating is useless!"

Bang bang bang, rapid firing cut off the communication, the officers looked gloomy, and the ensign spoke. "They probably died, but their departure is not without value. We now have about two hours to arrange, fill the gaps, and arrange soldiers. Now, for the sake of the Emperor, we cannot abandon this place."

"We can't give up all our efforts. For the sake of our brothers and sisters who sacrificed their lives, we have to persevere even if the whole army is wiped out in three days!"