Chapter 353 The Fisherman Gains the Advantage

This long farce between the Emperor and the Lord of Change is also slightly revealed in the High Heavens. The great achievements and current successes of the Imperial Guard are beyond doubt. The chips gained by sacrificing and giving up souls for humanity in the next few thousand years can contribute to the Emperor's cold star, which is so huge that mortals cannot predict the plan.

But greed is not only held by the enemies in front of them. Even if they are also part of evil, the disputes will continue just because of different ideas. Now the weak forces have found an opportunity. On the brass throne in the sky, the eldest brother of the gods has already seen the opportunity.

As the night gradually solidified, the moonlight emitted by those artificial curtains and the flickering of the Lumen Tower, the shadows loomed in the distant residential areas. They are all experts in hiding, natural hunters, and their sensitive five senses and psychic warnings allow them to recognize the enemy's sight.

Only the powerful elite of the Empire in the trenches could taste the traces of the enemy's arrival. In those inconspicuous footsteps and vague flickers, in the shadows, there was also the premonition that accompanied the veterans to survive until now.

Several front-line companies had their weapons ready. The enemies did not attack like a pack of wolves. The Imperial Guard was in the final stage of the effect of stimulants. In a few hours, they would fall into retaliatory exhaustion. At the same time, the Destruction Eagle was not here.

The manor was not actually a defensive device. Although its structure was considered to be attacked, the only one-layer and weakly defended weapon and equipment system and the arsenal that was emptied early made the defense even worse.

The trenches dug with heavy equipment and the pitiful bodies of the dead PDF became the last line of defense.

Death, sacrifice, pain, torture, all seemed clear in this gloomy millennium. The soldiers were drowsy and their physical strength was dissipating. The large amount of stimulants and caffeine intake was also destroying their spirits and bodies, whether they were soldiers or commanders.

When the second stimulant was inserted into the lieutenant's shoulder, the stuff followed the metal needle into the blood, the muscles swelled instantly, and then in a few short and quick cycles, the body, heart, muscles, blood vessels and brain were all affected in a few seconds.

In this day at the end of human civilization, stimulants are almost abused. Whether it is the Imperial Guard, the traitor, the Space Marine or the Battle Sister, it is necessary to maintain combat effectiveness at the last moment of the battle. Compared with victory, the value of flesh and blood is not great.

He took a long breath, and the sleepiness and fatigue were swept away. His eyes became spirited and sharp. The state of other officers was similar, but the enemy seemed to be able to besiege them at present, but only besieged them.

Physical strength is being consumed, and reserves and supplies are gradually running short in the round-robin battle. The isolated and helpless Imperial Guard is dealing with the vicious minions of the gods. This farce that has been staged countless times within the empire is like most of its situations.

The Imperial Guard is at an absolute disadvantage, like a dying prey, but this situation is awakening the memories of those veterans, the memories of the endless siege of the orcs.

If a person joins the army and goes to war, no matter how many wars he participates in, he will probably never forget why he fired the first shot. Most of the soldiers here are here to survive under siege.

So far, just like that day, invisible forces are supporting them to witness fear and resist invasion. Even if the sharp and terrifying breath and death-like fear surround them, the Imperial Guards have chosen crazy actions that ordinary people can't imagine.

That is, except for the officers using stimulants to maintain combat effectiveness, the lower-level soldiers rest in batches. For those who are awake, the feeling of stimulants almost tearing the myocardium is very unbearable, while those who are asleep have to bear greater psychological pressure.

Maybe death will come in sleep. It is impossible to sleep in that kind of uneasiness and fear of death, not to mention lying on the ground like a corpse in a trench full of corpses and shells, in a posture that normal people cannot accept.

This is the terrible psychological quality of the elite Imperial Guards helping them slowly recover their combat effectiveness, but behind such things is the extreme weakness of the guarding force and the unspeakable trust in comrades.

Some people covered their faces with helmets, some people lay under the tracks of armored vehicles, and some people leaned against the bodies of their dead brothers. It was a rare silence at night.

Only a few elite and reconnaissance troops and officers forced themselves to remain vigilant all the time, until four precious hours later, around five in the morning, a tiny red dot appeared on the auspicious instrument, and at the same time, the Catachan troops on the front line also found flashing figures in civilian houses in the complex street fighting area outside.

The sergeant stopped his brothers. They were crawling in a ruin affected by the aftermath of the war. Most of the residents here were servants who maintained this huge residential area. Most of the time, there were only old people and children in the houses here. Now in the hustle and bustle of the war, those poor and weak people went to hide in the hidden area.

The Catachan sergeant was observing the situation at this moment. He probably knew that there was an enemy on the opposite street. He turned on the radio, reported the enemy's coordinates to the Lightling boy, and requested sniper cover. At the same time, he led a company, a Catachan elite regiment of about 20 people, forward.

They pressed forward along the rubble. Such high-risk missions were commonplace for them, and the effects of strengthening their bodies with stimulants were more than adequate. However, even so, Catachan did not understand why the enemy did not take advantage of the situation and attack the Imperial Guards, but waited for them to rest and strengthen their defenses.

And they were just as quiet, terrifying, and silent as the forest warriors who had taught them. They were clearly walking on a ground made of fine gold, but it was as quiet as walking on concrete.

They loaded their close-range shotgun shells and arranged the Catachan long blades on their waists. Like a sharp blade that could be unsheathed at any time, they crossed a block in less than five minutes of maneuvering and completed the reconnaissance of several high-risk points.

The sergeant spoke to the radio. "Aiming at the direction, three o'clock, eight o'clock, five o'clock, water tower platform, abandoned balcony, heavy vehicles on the right." After the words were finished, three silent heavy sniper carbine shots easily tore apart the enemies inside the predicted point.

But after two muffled sounds, the sergeant realized that one person was missing. He picked up the telescope and looked around, and in an instant locked the enemy on the balcony on the right.

"Missed?" He asked on the radio, and at the same time raised his own explosive beam, instantly melting the body of the stupid enemy along with his bunker.

The radio answered at this moment. "He dodged, unbelievable, as if he felt my sniper, he suddenly provided tactical cover, it seems that the information provided by the Destruction Eagle is correct." The words of the boy Leitlin became more and more timid, but this tone is his characteristic, and it is also the natural style of the rats. The Catachan Sergeant has been used to it.

But his warning next made the soldiers have to be vigilant. "At three o'clock, a company of about 50 people is approaching you! At the same time, they also have a heavy armored vehicle, which has been modified a bit. I can't tell the specific model."

"What, fifty people?" The Catachan Sergeant complained, because according to the intelligence, only a squad of hundreds of people can rely on strong fighting will and sacrifice to trap and kill an entire 10-man squad of Space Marines, and they are now facing a tactical squad of four Space Marines.

"I'm afraid the enemy has reported that this is a reconnaissance team. According to the direction they are coming from, I can judge that the enemy's base is in the southwest, about two kilometers away." The boy Leitlin calmly analyzed the situation.

"Very good, enough, how long will it take for us to touch the enemy?" The sergeant asked back.

"According to the current situation, five minutes at most." The Lightling kid answered.

"That's enough." The sergeant nodded and used sign language to direct the brothers forward. They hid in the ruins and almost became one with those things. At the same time, the Catachan sergeant led several soldiers to use their hands and feet, just like in the forest, to quickly climb up the reconnaissance point that was sniped and crawl on it.

This process was as fast as possible, but the sound of the war engine also came as expected. Fortunately, the Catachans were experienced enough to hide themselves in a short time, so they also confused the enemy to a certain extent, so that they did not realize that the Imperial Guard was not leaving.

The sergeant and the Catachan soldiers all crawled quietly on the balcony of the abandoned house. They looked outside with the bullet holes on the high platform, even if there was a carbonized corpse next to their bodies.

The buzzing sound of the engine and the stepping of military boots soon followed one after another, and several guns were aimed everywhere. At the same time, the rune warriors began to send people to recover the dead brothers at the reconnaissance point.

"It's time!" The sergeant suddenly got up and leaped out like a lion, leaving the height with several brothers at the same time, preparing to insert the blade into the chest of the climbing rune warrior, but those monsters actually avoided the deadly blade in the moment of lightning and thunder.

Fortunately, they had a shotgun in their right hand. In a short interval, the gun fired and instantly tore the bodies of those poor people. The filthy blood stained with psychic energy wet the upper body of those naked forest warriors. Under the artificial moonlight that was not yet bright, it looked like a demon on earth.

At this moment, the sergeant realized the weakness of those freaks, that is, they could not surpass their personal mobility. They did not have the superhuman body of the Space Marines. As long as they attacked twice by surprise, they could not dodge completely, but would die in the pain of knowing death.

He saw the eyes of the enemy torn apart by his bullets. Such monsters would also be afraid, much weaker than the ghosts of the orcs!

At this moment, he had to bring this information to the ordinary people of the Imperial Guard, because the ones he had fought before were Astartes. Even if those supermen knew that those people could anticipate their actions, they could easily tear apart these people who were essentially mortals, but mortals seemed to be struggling and helpless against them.

As long as this information was given to the command, they could win through crossfire and the fact that the Imperial Guard had more people than the Rune Freaks.

So far, he made a tactical roll, landing at a very fast speed, and used his fragmented flesh and blood body to cushion, and at the same time landed outside the heavy armored vehicle surrounded by the enemy. He recognized this vehicle, which was a severely modified Chimera armored vehicle, but at this moment, compared with the ordinary chassis, this behemoth looked more wild.

He picked up his hot melt gun, shot and smashed the driver in the cab, and melted the car door at the same time. The seat and steering wheel were almost completely rotten, but he endured the high temperature that had not yet cooled down and sat in it, his flesh and blood made a sizzling sound, and then quickly stepped on the twisted accelerator and held the fragmented steering wheel in a strange posture.

Emperor bless, this broken engine started normally, and although the steering wheel was not sensitive, it could still turn. He blew a long and bright whistle, and in the dark night, the hidden Catachans immediately got up and shot at the enemies.

In the chaos and death, the Catachan sergeant used a shotgun to guard the entrance, and the soldiers who followed him controlled the entire area and clung to the body of the vehicle. The sergeant stepped on the accelerator and the engine hit the enemy in front. Those people barely avoided it. At the same time, the Catachans who attacked the enemy also ran. Under the cover of the Leitlings, they successively climbed onto the outer edge of the armored vehicle in a critical moment.

This behemoth stumbled out of the city at a very fast speed. At the same time, the sergeant found that there were enemy strategic maps and radio systems in the space inside the armored vehicle. This large-scale modified vehicle body was a temporary command vehicle like the lieutenant's vehicle.

It's just that the enemy's command system is more loose and multi-segmented. It seems that the goal is to command one company at a time. They have a considerable level of individual soldiers and can perform tactical actions that are difficult for soldiers in such a large force as the Imperial Guard to achieve.

Rather than saying that they are optimized Imperial Guards, they are degraded Space Marines. In this way, the enemies they will face next will attack more with means beyond their expectations of normal wars.

The sergeant tore off the tactical map and turned on the radio. "Thanks for the cover, brother."

The Lightling kid replied. "Nice breakout. Without your swiftness, my marksmanship would be useless. Also, the enemy is gathering now. I saw them appearing in large numbers in strange positions."

"Sorry, I have to evacuate, but it looks like they might want to attack. I guess this reconnaissance might have stimulated them?"

The sergeant replied. "Nearly." He looked at the strategic map, which contained the enemy's guesses about the deployment of the Imperial Guard. Surprisingly, its accuracy was very high. Given their strong individual capabilities, he was not surprised.

And he was also glad that he found this thing, because now they can change the formation based on the information in it, so that the opponent will be attacked unexpectedly and fatally. The only problem is how to make a good tactical plan in such a short time...

However, he believes in his comrades, just as they believe in him!