Chapter 68: Revisiting the Old Place, Traitor Attack

Trench warfare, the famous tactic of the Astra Militarum, is rarely used on Gondvar VI because the greenskin troops are too scattered and large in number. The forest will also become their natural shelter, but will they face the traitor Space Marines and The flat ground without a large number of bunkers made the traditional technology come into play again.

In the temporary field command room, the staff watched as the engineering shovels were taken away by the new recruits, wielded, and a trench 1.5 meters deep was dug, while the veterans were installing barbed wire and mines.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer was drinking caffeinated tea in the fortress command room made of sandbags and heavy bolters. His teacup was made by himself while living in Gondva VI, which could also explain why. Why does the empire's assembly line have modern industry that is crooked in his legs and slips through the net?

The staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Oh my god, I got more than 20,000 engineer shovels from there. The front line there is long enough to contain hundreds of Chimeras!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer looked at the twin-headed eagle shining on his chest. "Thank you very much for the selfless dedication of the production line in Karu City. The planetary governor is very Ru Ming."

When a large amount of food, supplies, and promethium are moved to the battlefield, they will be able to cope with the attack of the red pirates. All the active citizens of the empire in the world are working hard, working with blood and skulls with sweat. .

Alan Bayer looked there, and the land that had been cracked by his explosives still existed. The huge pit had been transformed into a command room, and it was no longer a place for him to drink tea.

This saved the engineering team a lot of time, especially if the hard rock was broken. When the work was in progress, many people found Orc mecha fragments there, which can also express how successful Alan Bair's strategy was.

Next to the command room, several huge Orc garbage cannons still provided considerable orbital defense power.

The location was very good, very close to Karu City. It was like a sponge nailed in front of the city. No matter how much power Bufeng hit it, it could not get over it and released all its power on the city.

What's more, the number of Space Marines is extremely small, and the core force will never be able to occupy a large number of places. They cannot occupy the entire world like the Orcs.

There is no problem with the safety of Karu City, so Governor Ruming can give the best answer.

Even though the human empire will never be united, the strongest alliance will take root there.

great? hero? Alan Bayer didn't think so much, he just did what he should do. He looked at the fragments of the orc mecha on the ground. In the corrosion of the forest, it had become rusty in just over a year. Is it really true? The passage of time makes people sigh.

Alan Bair adjusted the radio. During the time when the magnetic field was relatively stable, he tried to keep in touch with the Catachans.

That matter can be left to the communications team, and it is not something that is used by people at the lieutenant colonel level, but he must get enough information, which is particularly important in war, and how bad the communication quality is in that world, can he A clear wish to die.

While he was frequently adjusting the channel, the photo in his windbreaker fell out unintentionally. It was taken by the fourth platoon in Karoo City, with Lieutenant Colonel Avada and everyone there.

He looked at Catachan's reluctant expression. Maybe part of their souls really resided in the photo? If they believe that...

Alan Baier picked up the photo and carefully wiped the dust on his face. The smell of promethium and gasoline could not stop his thoughts from going back to that early afternoon.

But half of the people in the photo had left, and the remaining ones had gone their separate ways. Why didn't he know the nobles' attitude towards the war, but he didn't expect that his brothers would become like that.

Maybe they should die in the war to remain loyal to the emperor, but not soon. Alan Bair shook his head fiercely. Although death is easy, it can't solve anything.

Karu City needs them, it needs a group of fat-bellied bureaucrats, not a group of soldiers, then it is not human, it is not society.

Put the photo back on your chest and fasten it with a buckle to prevent it from being lost in the war. It can be regarded as a very rare souvenir.

There are so many people in the Astra Militarum who need mobility, especially infantry, that almost no one is willing to store their own things. Every soldier has a lot of messy family backgrounds...

One time, Alan Bair found a rodent in the hive out of a guy's pants, which made him sick to his stomach.

A rustling sound interrupted the lieutenant colonel's memories, but that damn second lieutenant, whose talkativeness made him a greenskin...

He walked into the command room and saluted, which was almost mandatory in the Astra Militarum.

Alan Beyer said. "Why not dig trenches?"

The lieutenant nodded in reply. "Sir, he came to apply for a mine package that belongs to them. He needs to require his platoon to be filled with sufficient firepower."

Alan Beyer asked. "Why did he give it to me? Every explosive is a good medicine to kill the enemy. The emperor's roar is also a life support for the elite. He can give them to the first platoon and the first company, not me."

The second lieutenant pursed his lips, knowing that his commander would refuse. "Lieutenant Colonel, he knows very well that he cannot express what he is capable of, but he can express his vision."

"There was a dense forest bordering point in the direction of 7 o'clock in his platoon. Although there was a barbed wire fence, he felt that those things could not hinder the advancement of too many enemies. He didn't know how powerful the destructive power faced in that mission was, but he knew it very well. , sir, they need complete preparations.”

Alanbair found it interesting. Anyway, there is a lot of time in the war.

"Tell me, what else is there?"

The lieutenant swallowed his saliva. Speaking so bluntly in front of the commander put a lot of pressure on the Nest City man. Then what about the colonel-level commander of the Star Army, the commander!

"No... He planned to pull the Chimei to the front of the battlefield for a roundabout maneuver. There is a lot of space there, not as numb as in the forest. In fact, the barbed wire can be removed. The barbed wire is wrong with the legendary Astartes monks. Even if they betrayed, they would not have such a big effect."

"They should use the few armored advantages to suppress the enemy..."

He spoke generously. Although he was passionate, Alanbair found many problems.

"Chimera's heavy bombs can't break the armor of the Space Marines. You haven't seen those. Mortal weapons have melta and dark age weapons that can cause fatal threats. If I think I can hit the gaps and joints of the armor every time with bolter shooting, then he thinks I can give it a try."

"Then the barbed wire is not prepared by the Space Marines. I don't think those supermen will clean up by themselves, wipe the floor on the battleship?"

"They have a large number of mortal servants. In fact, Zhai Luzheng started, and he could conclude that The number of Chaos servants is dozens of times that of the Traitor Space Marines. "

"If I let the Chimera move freely on the battlefield, those traitor soldiers will destroy the precious armor of any nuclear platform with melta weapons, and it will take several Terran years to replenish them."

"They need to be prepared for a tug-of-war, they have no ground base..."

Alanbair said halfway, and found that the lieutenant had shrunk his head. He couldn't help but stop. Although that guy was immature, stupid, and even a little naive, such thinking was rare in the Warhammer world.

He should not scold him. Such a person is easily confused by Tzeentch. Lack of experience and the problem of not being able to see the essence of that world will make him a time bomb.

Alanbair should have scolded him, told him to return to his post and continue digging holes…

"Second Lieutenant, go to the logistics department to get what I want. He is wrong. I only have two requests: don't die, and always believe in the Emperor."

He couldn't say it. He looked at the soldier, his thoughts, and his soul, but he couldn't put out the insignificant fire of his alienation like those veteran officers of the Astra Militarum.

The second lieutenant was stunned, but he immediately came to his senses, saluted, and ran straight out.

It's hard to say whether Alanbair did it right or not. He himself knew it very well. When the second lieutenant left, he returned to his position again and fiddled with the radio.

He often persuaded himself to give up the feelings left in the peaceful previous life. At the end of the dark and terrible 40th millennium, many more desperate things appeared all the time.

The loyal died, the evil won, the world was destroyed, the chaos invaded, the aliens plundered, the huge empire was like a palace torn and hollowed out by billions of red ants, and there was a statue in the core of the palace that made people continue to work hard in that big house that they could not repair.

The world has changed, the times have changed, the palace is hanging high on an isolated island, and it is difficult to make a sound alone.

If humans had real allies, brotherly races, such as the mountain kingdoms in the Middle Ages, they would not be so desperate.

Alan Baier sighed, what was he thinking? A group of races with the same feelings as humans suddenly ran out of the dark universe?

As early as the "dark" 20k era, all the sympathy and tolerance of humans for aliens had been used up. Will their rebellion send the peak years of humans to the first east of hell?

Alan Baier held the relic rifle at his waist, and hoped that no living human could, could not forget, brotherly brothers? That dark era had death, betrayal, war and...

massacre.

At this moment, the radio made a crackling sound. "Lieutenant Colonel, camp, five o'clock, 6 kilometers, footprints found."

"Military boots, a bit like... the ones used by nobles?"

Alan Baier held the communicator and returned. "Keep following them, keep..."

After saying that, the communicator suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the magnetic field cut off the signal...

Alan Baier put down the communicator, looked at the jumping readings, and reported to all the soldiers with mixed feelings.

"The enemy is approaching, about five or six kilometers, they can't get around the defense line, pay attention to the five o'clock direction, everyone!"

That sentence kept spreading and echoing in the trenches. The lieutenant who was burying mines wiped the dense sweat on his forehead and adjusted his tight bulletproof armor. He returned to his platoon and announced to everyone, like Alan Baier in the past, that he would live.

Fate may be like this. In the long river of time, many things are repeated, but they are different. The sentry tower battle has become a trench battle. The Catachans have become locals. The new recruits have become heroes.

The world has changed, and the times have changed. Only death and war remain unchanged. When will it end? Millennia? Or even longer...

In the forest, the mixed-blood Catachan turned off the recommended communicator and looked at the traces of the damned traitors. He couldn't understand why those things would follow the lead of those traitors. Maybe their heads were broken?

The leader recalled the various warnings of Lieutenant Colonel Avada, honor or survival. He dissected a lizard and swallowed the fresh flesh and blood almost silently as a supplement for body fluids and protein.

They were silent and not afraid of death. They had the inherited Catachan blades and skills to keep them alive.

When the Catachans were alert, the forest warriors soon discovered the problem. In the quiet forest, in addition to the birds and insects they were used to, there were other discordant and chaotic things.

When the leg language horse was used, almost instantly, the group of cheetahs tightened their muscles. They were easier to control than Catachans, and they were more tacit than Catachans, but they did not have the bloodiness of real Catachans.

If Alan Baier was there, he would definitely think that they should rush out to kill the enemy immediately instead of waiting for those people to gather.

When the chaotic sounds became louder and louder, and first turned into thunder like raindrops, the hidden warriors pushed aside the forest and they smelled the smell of the mutant bodies, death, corruption, and a strong smell of disloyalty.

About 500 people, dressed in strange clothes, hunched over, they called that stealth?

There were dozens of Catachans, but if they had enough time, they could have killed the weaklings. For example, they needed to report to the command room to alert the Space Marines behind them. The bright red giant was very strange. Although his face was loyal and had not changed, he was wearing a damn armor decorated with human flesh and skulls.

And Catachan didn't know that the Astartes was the commander of the operation, Vengar, the former Red Angel!

Catachans withdrew from the vicinity and reported to the headquarters by radio, but found that the signal was blurred. They cursed secretly, saying that the evil gods believed in by the traitors must have stirred up the world. Those weak gods, if they really had power, were not even one ten-thousandth of the Emperor.

But the actions of the Catachans were still not foolproof. Usually, those arrogant traitors could not see the group of hunters and ghosts, but it did not mean that the truly powerful Space Marines could not do it.

In the hundreds of years of war, it was not the first time that Vengartex cooperated with Catachan, and even had been their enemy...

Catachan also underestimated the ability of the organs of truly experienced Astartes supermen to collect information, and their tracks were discovered with just one report.

Vengartex was as powerful as a Land Raider tank running at full power, and the power armor made a fierce movement sound in the forest, but it was definitely not bulky. The Emperor had chosen him, and his strength was also created by the labor of tens of billions of imperial residents.

The blasphemous angel used everything that mortals had created for him, and his speed was unreactable. He almost instantly hit those loyalists, and his huge body split the branches and directly hit a Catachan behind the bushes into a bloody mess. Many of the flesh and blood stained by the power naturally became part of his armor decoration.

He spoke in a heavy voice, and his golden hair fluttered in the dark forest. The warm wind and the rusty smell of blood made the madman a little more...

It was hard to describe the horror!

"Are we the mortals who killed his brother? He is not convinced by our power, and now..."

"Join his army, please, and become his collection!"

It must be said that Vengartex has a gorgeous decoration made of vertebrae on the Destruction Ghost, made with his most exquisite artistic cells and all the biological vertebrae he thinks are strong enough.

Of course, sometimes there can be no vertebrae, or chitin or something.

But he is still happy to let the group of forest warriors join in!

Tomorrow Ebao will send Graeus. I have been playing it all the time. I have to complain that the world is really beautiful.

There are scattered orc fungi, five steps of chaos wilderness, and the tomb of the dead in the distance, and there are a lot of webway debris.

There are Catachan demons and all kinds of wild animals all over the ground.

Is it really a pleasant scenery and simple folk customs...