Chapter 374 The Skadi

The firing of the volcano cannon brought a temporary vacancy in the battle situation, and the front line stretching tens of millions of kilometers became silent instantly. This silence represented the enemy's confusion and fear, that is, the sudden loss of their command link.

At the same time, when the enemy was unable to change its front, a large number of dormant destroyers and light cruisers approached, launching torpedoes and turning on high-strength void shields in close combat.

In this dark 40,000-year-old ancient naval battle, an era where ship concealment and long-range strikes were once the main focus has passed. The high-strength protective performance of void shields and the brisk combat speed of small barges have made melee ships more capable in this dark universe. Powerful abilities.

A battle group composed of huge light battleships opened fire on the enemy in a vast battle zone, and what caused great damage was the seemingly slow void torpedoes.

The enemy battleship group lacking a commander became a perfect target for torpedoes in the narrow artillery array. Thousands of flashing molten torpedoes ignited the entire void. Countless battleships that had made war contributions to the empire were used by traitors. Disappear in shame.

In succession, the battleships that were hit by torpedoes but did not collapse stopped due to loss of control, or were pushed away by powerful explosions, colliding like dominoes. The dense battle group was also covered by the fire of the Imperial Navy, because of the impact The warships that could not assume an auxiliary angle were forced to be shot at the maximum angle.

In a chain reaction, many light warships kept intersecting and wandering in the battle line in the chaos. Their petite bodies caused more chaos. The torpedoes and jump ships thrown from time to time also caused great commotion. In the interstellar space, The soldiers were unable to effectively attack and hinder. After losing the general communication command area, the traitor array made them more vulnerable, and those poor people once again turned into a mob.

This is not unexpected, it is better to say that they are like this. The so-called militarized qualities or war capabilities displayed by those ragtag groups under the high-pressure rule of Space Marines and the control of a large number of terminal nobles are all in the fear and chaos caused by a volcano cannon. The smoke disappeared.

Firstly, they saw the terrifying weapon that looked like the end of the world, and secondly, the overwhelming chaos brought about by the loss of their commander. The veteran admiral of the navy used his troops like a god, but behind this was the sacrifice of a poor hero... …

The good news spread all the way to the Imperial Navy, and they bought a lot of time. The large-scale red pirate army was far more difficult to dispatch than this group of villains. They had a lot of time to deal with it and clean up the bastard traitors here.

At the same time, Alan Bayer also found some solace in his anxiety. In his office, the senior admiral of the Imperial Navy was reporting on the progress of his work. How many battleships they had annihilated, how many enemies they had destroyed, about 30% The Red Corsairs expected their troops to be wiped out and hundreds of renegade Space Marines to die. It only took seven hours to end the battle that had persisted for several days.

And Alan Bayer spoke. "Have the Assault Interceptor Force been found?"

The admiral in the virtual screen flashed a guilty expression, but he answered immediately. "No, the war zone is too big. All the transport planes are searching now, and the battleships have also turned on their auspicious devices, but we have not found any wreckage. According to the confessions of the captured heretics, those brave people may have left before the fuel was exhausted. War zone, floating somewhere in the void.”

"The good news is that they all have their own sidearms..." He said this and stopped the conversation. Alan Bayer also understood the empire's choice, that is, to abandon those people, but he spoke. "Those three pilots are treasures of the empire. I would say their value is more important than many things you insist on. Rather than erecting statues of them or meaningless tombstones, it is better to expand the search."

The admiral nodded. "We will do it before the follow-up battleships of the Red Pirates arrive. The Emperor bless them. I don't think the loyalists will die like this. We will try our best to find them..."

he said again. "I heard there's a commotion in the hive?"

Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment has gone. There are many doubts about this matter. I don't want to add any more complications. According to the investigation of the Tribunal, I think there should be a damn supreme god behind this matter."

He thought of the source of the disgusting plague that made the soup, and he also sent the Librarian of the Doom Eagle to join his squad, as well as Inquisitor Nova of the Inquisition and her team of Battle Acolytes.

At the same time, the local PDF and bailiffs were also dispatched, but the enemy still touched the residential areas beyond expectations. This was a situation that Alan Bayer did not want to see. Behind the collapse of those houses was the fact that the residents of the empire were homeless and their savings were reduced to zero. current situation.

Those poor workers did not have enough ability to withstand risks, and at the same time, the blocks would also limit the combat effectiveness of large-scale legions. In this dilemma, he also specially dispatched a noble war lady to help in this war.

He turned off the communicator and stated that everything would be fine, and under his orders, the second lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment and the Sergeant Major of the Destruction Eagle were conducting tactical planning against the thugs on a mobile command armored vehicle. They were asked to resolve the war quickly enough rather than suppress it.

At the same time, Nord, an engineering recruit on the front line, seemed to be in a state of despair, because he saw the panicked expressions of the residents, their faces covered with white gauze, and the smell of inferior medical alcohol was strong, and it was directed at his head, making him unable to help himself. Want to vomit.

pdf's defense line has completely collapsed. He can only work, and his troops are refilled. There are many survivors and many veterans. They have served since the Bandertar era. They work far less hard than him, but the things they make are often better than his. He felt a sense of comparison, but soon he gave up because of fatigue. Those seemingly easy repetitive actions are draining him.

Today's work is just like what he usually does, but this time he uses sandbags to build sandbag areas bit by bit according to the training tutorial to fill the empty city defense line, or carry large metal vehicles, a war prop that looks like a standing x, more than half a person tall, used to hinder vehicle invasion.

Rows of heavy metal barricades filled the front of the battle line, surrounding most of the area, forcing vehicles like tanks to take detours. A large number of mines were deployed in front of the sandbag fortress, but he didn't understand why there was a residential area in front of the sandbag position. Could bullets pass through buildings?

But this time the enemy was right in front of him. He recalled the feeling on the battlefield and his own powerlessness. At the same time, those emotions turned into new motivation to support him to bury and dig until his work was stopped.

He gathered in the square, which became the command point. Most of the supplies and officers were here, but he saw those arrogant PDF officers lining up, and then saluting a strange heavy armored vehicle at the same time after it drove in.

He was no exception, following the queue like a puppet, and he soon realized the difference of the vehicle, because the tall soldier walking beside the vehicle and the bulletproof vest with the legion badge on his chest told him who was coming.

The 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, the legend and honor of this star zone, he suddenly felt suffocated and happy, that is, this area did not feel abandoned, so he asked Bandertal whether he would send out his confidants to deal with the small rebellion here? Especially at such a tense moment?

He resisted the urge to shout and straightened his waist. Others were a little like this, but he was the most excited. The lower-level soldiers were always so easy to motivate, especially when the living legend was in front of them.

At this moment, Nord forgot the broken logging gun. In his eyes, there were only the rumored full-body armor on the Skadi soldiers' bodies and the black explosive gun in his hands. Even the Imperial Guard's laser gun was only used by senior officers and noble guards in PDF, and the holy weapon of the explosive gun made him extremely excited just by looking at it from a distance.

The people walking down from the top of the armored vehicle, at first glance, one was tall and the other was short, but this shortness also had to be compared. Compared with PDF, the 1.8-meter-tall officer not only had a handsome cloak, but also had storm soldiers protecting him. From a distance, he looked like a two-meter-tall temperament.

But the warrior next to him is the Emperor's Angel of Death, wearing red and white armor, beautiful brown fur as his long cloak, countless badges and scriptures hanging on his chest, and a bright red helmet and iron ring on his head that reveal a holy light.

The sword on his waist is dazzling, with complex runes engraved on it, and the legendary bolter, the Emperor's Wrath. This recruit's heart almost stopped, fantasizing about becoming a Skadi, being selected by the Destruction Eagle Regiment, and joining the Astartes in the honor of the Emperor and the prayers of the priests.

But the reality is that he is a PDF engineer who has been beaten to collapse, endlessly carrying supplies and paving things...

And such a gap makes him confused. He knows that the best PDFs can join the Imperial Guard, but after seeing the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment, who would want to become those guys who are far from it? He regrets that he is not a Skadi, just like many people want to be born in Cadia, because it is not terrible to take on responsibilities, but it is terrible to be born without choices!

But soon his brain short-circuited, because the buzzing engine sound came, which was bigger and more terrifying than any metal engine he had imagined, like thunder, and when the behemoth showed its body, he realized that the name of the heavy engine was Emperor Poison Blade.

Before he could figure out the situation, he saw the cannon firing, and the heavy grenades and the terrible main guns of the poison blade were fired instantly. The most terrible land king in the history of the empire vented his anger in this narrow place, and then the cannon that suffocated the new recruit egg with just the wind fell on the residential building behind him.

The tens of meters long building that once housed thousands of people collapsed instantly, and the dust and debris hit Nord's back. At this moment, he resisted the urge to look back at the ruins, and his heart was even more complicated.

There was subconscious pity for those who lost their homes, and there was also arrogance from the bottom of his heart for the poor poor living in the marginal areas in the law of the jungle, and there was also the fact that he was lucky to be in the noble violent group of PDF, and there was even more excitement about feeling the powerful power of the empire.

At this moment, he heard the voice of the tall Imperial officer. He stood there, but his voice could be heard clearly by everyone.

"All soldiers serving the Empire, do not have mercy on those rubbles. If the enemy relies on those things as shelters, it will lead to the death of the Empire's invaluable soldiers. In comparison, a shell and a whole building are worthless."

"For your lives, the Empire can give everything. As long as you kill the enemy, kill, kill, one time after another, solve the traitors, heretics, and aliens, and escort the existence of mankind in this world, then the Emperor will also hear your loyalty and place your souls in the golden palace of Terra, the place where mankind originated!"

"Now, we are going to bombard this area thoroughly to clear enough open space, and then each engineering team will start cleaning up. Within a few hours, I require this to become an open and enough area for war!"

His words ended. Before Nord could wake up, he saw dozens of heavy artillery being pulled by armored vehicles. To be precise, he had seen many gang fights in his life, and had also seen PDFs or judicial police suppression, but This was the first time he saw the style of the Imperial Guard.

When he recalled it in the future, he could only describe the incident as, "Blow up, blow up. No matter whether it was the enemy or the obstruction, all were plowed to the ground with artillery. This is the wrath of the Emperor, this is the hammer of the Empire."

At this point, the previous heretical ideas have completely disappeared. For example, Lord Alan Bair is inferior to Bandertal, such as the Imperial Guard is cannon fodder born by the empire for the sake of human existence, such as pdf's service is painful and desperate, and other stupid and ridiculous ideas. .

He only knows to move the debris from the ruins, to build a strong enough fortress, to produce more value, in order to become a Skadi, in order to become one of those warriors who wear carapace and guard in the distance, in order to become, Maybe he is thinking about being the one who is envied.

Maybe, he could become that officer, standing at the front of the Baneblade tank, waving a long and beautiful saber, and then preaching the Emperor's teachings, singing the Empire's gifts, and holding his head high like he did.

At this point, he was moving things much faster, and so were the others, so that soon, those people could only continue working on the ground looking for gravel that was not enough to be used as a shelter.

But time was rushing, and he didn't notice that the enemy was coming quickly. When a projectile grazed his forehead, he immediately let go of the stone in his hand. The fear crawled back into his body, and he looked numbly into the distance. , those heavy-duty trucks, the roaring countless monster-like gang fighters, the logging guns that kept firing.

He immediately ran instinctively towards the position of the Imperial Guard, weaving in and out of the projectiles. The compatriots he had carried things with fell one by one. His luck was extremely, extremely good, but when he ran to the bunker and looked at Si The Kadi warrior's armor was reassuring, and he turned to look at the battlefield, only to find a familiar person lying behind him.

That was the officer he was closest to since he was a soldier, a veteran, and the captain of the engineering team. After reorganization, he became an ordinary engineer, responsible for planning. Now he is holding the design drawing, shot in the head, and fell to the ground...

At this moment, he remembered that he was not a hero, nor a superman, but a new recruit with 25 years of service left. He was on the most intense battlefield in the empire, with a slim chance of survival.