"Zero 10 0 0 0 0 ......"

Complex ciphers quickly spread to everyone's ears through wireless channels, and countless mechanical cathars wearing red robes and black emblems on their chests ran out of the trenches underground.

Don't look at the secret words that are sung back and forth in the wireless channels, they all sound similar.

But in reality, it represents countless mechanical monks with their brains connected to the control terminal, giving their respective battle orders to the cathars.

Because it is fighting on the home field, the Mechanics have a natural communication advantage, and a large number of mechanical monks can assign corresponding tasks to the cathars under their management from any location on the entire planet.

Because it is on Mars, the Emperor Poison Blade Super Heavy Tank specially forged by Mars that ordinary Imperial troops are not qualified to use is almost reduced to a means of transportation for ordinary Automata cathars.

It can be seen that in order to defeat the invaders, the mechanical sages of the Dark Mechanic God Cult have lost some of their minds.

The Emperor Poison Blade Super Heavy Tank, the king of land comparable to the Riemanrus Heavy Tank, has actually been used as a means of transportation, and the petrified lizard self-propelled gun, which represents long-range heavy firepower, is even more covered with the surface of Mars!

The Martian Cathar Hunters, who can't be counted by numbers, tirelessly move back and forth from trench to trench.

Eighty percent of their bodies have been mechanically modified, but they hold antique gunpowder spears in their hands, like gunpowder spears from the ancient Terra period.

Although these quaint spears are all electromagnetic weapons that are powerful enough to crack mountains and rocks, the quaint gunwear decoration still forms a serious contrast with the extremely advanced mechanical transformation of the mechanical cathar hunters, and there is a sense of separation that cannot be described in words.

In addition to these largest numbers of cannon fodder, the Martian Casting World also has its own unique vanguard army. It's just that the most elite troops of the vanguard army of the Martian Casting World are also called Vanguard Alpha, and they do not rely on the powerful radiation ability of the Vanguard Army to kill enemies like other casting worlds.

Although the energy source of the Vanguard Alpha is also the radiation source behind it, they have agility that the average Vanguard Army does not have. Each of them is a battle-hardened special forces who can sneak behind the enemy and easily take out the enemy in the strong trenches.

Of course, in this war, they were not attackers, but defenders, and they were facing an enemy that they had never faced before.

Mars is an arid planet, although it has been modified since its golden age to have its own atmosphere and retain moisture from outer space.

But in essence, it is also an arid planet full of deserts, so the Martian Wild Ass Dune Crawler, which has a special imprint of Mars, has naturally become one of the main defensive war machines on Mars.

At the same time, they are also one of the proudest cavalry units of the Martian Foundry Base, despite their unusually heavy weight, but their unique anti-gravity design allows them to crawl quickly above the dunes, and their powerful firepower and solid armor, as well as the ability to sneak in the desert at any time, are deadly weapons hidden beneath their unassuming appearance.

Falling heavily to the ground, an army of mortals from the Legion of Punishment quickly assembled on the crimson dunes.

This is an army from the 40th Dalian of the 5th Regiment of the Purple Cabbage Legion, which is an ordinary Dalian of 1,000 men.

It was newly formed not long ago, and most of the members are new recruits with too much combat experience.

However, this Dalian was very lucky, because when they looked up, they could clearly see that in the sky, countless landing chambers were turned into fireworks under the attack of the Mechanicus Cult's planetary defense artillery.

A large number of soldiers did not even touch the ground, and they simply turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

The commander in command of this Dalian was called Paul, who was originally a soldier in the Purple Cabbage Legion, but he survived several major battles and was successfully promoted.

At this moment, he, an ordinary civilian soldier who could no longer be an ordinary soldier, not only gained the right to command a Dalian, but also won the honor of Lord of the Empire.

However, in the face of a battlefield like a meat grinder, whether you command yourself or a Dalian, it is actually not of much use.

"Assemble!"

"Commissar, please tell me, how many people do I have under my hands now?"

Lying on the edge of the sand dunes, looking at the desert that looked like a lake in the distance under the strong wind, Paul asked his companion with a calm face.

"Eight landing capsules were destroyed, and only 891 people are still alive, of which 15 are seriously injured and 113 are lightly injured, and there are plenty of weapons and ammunition."

"Leave enough food for all the seriously wounded, and we will advance towards our designated goal, making sure to reach the Broadsword Lair within seven hours."

"Yes, Captain Lian!"

Paul was about to lead the team to move on, but suddenly a dense explosion was heard behind him......

"It's a sentry!"

It turned out that the guard post in charge of guarding in the rear and someone suddenly exchanged fire!

"Company No. 3 is responsible for the break, and Company No. 1 and Company No. 2 will follow me!"

Without too much hesitation, Paul's rich combat experience made a choice in an instant, and he led the team behind him, against the raging storm sand, and struggled to advance towards the distant capital of Chaodu.

With the help of the light power armor on their bodies, even though there was soft quicksand under their feet, they still advanced at great speed, and soon reached the edge of the nest capital.

However, with their arrival, the No. 3 Company, which remained in charge of the broken rear, had completely lost all communications, and no matter how they called, there was no response...... It is clear that their death is almost a foregone conclusion.

However, Paul didn't have time to be sad and lonely, but felt some luck. Because it is better to die at the hands of the mechanic cathars than to die at the hands of the Chaos Demons, and even the soul cannot be rested!

"Up!"

The raid team quickly approached the outermost fortress of the nest capital, and the sandstorm and the dense gunfire in the distance intertwined with each other to cover the raid team's tracks. However, the Automata Cathars, who were guarding the enclosed steel fortress, were able to spot the approaching raid team through unique equipment.

Without any mercy, the cathars, who had been heavily metallized with steel all over their bodies, immediately pulled the trigger and turned the raiding team with bombs in their hands into char and dust.

However, their firing also completely exposed all points of fire.

A hint of coldness flashed in Paul's eyes, he couldn't remember when he became so cold-blooded, and he would actually use the lives of his subordinates to test the existence of firepower points, the only thing he knew was that he had to complete the military order.

"Launch!"

The portable plasma cannon screamed a deadly scream, and the blue light quickly sank into those firing points, and the violent explosion was accompanied by a powerful shock wave, making the plasma cannon continue to emit blazing heat.

The tool-type plasma cannon is a portable plasma cannon from the world of Tazawa Foundry, it is very powerful, and it is easy to carry, almost an ordinary human soldier can carry it around.

However, it also has a fatal drawback, that is, it is very unstable, especially in the case of overheating, it has a high probability of self-detonation, enough to kill the controller and innocent colleagues near the controller.

Luckily, even after firing dozens of powerful plasma cannons, it still didn't explode on its own, but the blazing heat it emitted had easily roasted the skin on the surface of the palms of the soldiers who controlled it.

"Up!"

The second assault team continued to move forward, and this time there were no cold guns and hidden artillery attacks, which made Paul breathe a sigh of relief.

With a quick wave of his hand to the troops behind him, he took the lead in keeping up with the commando, stepping over the outermost steel fortress and into the twisted and crooked inner trenches.

Walking in the narrow trenches where only one person could walk, the huge company was silent, not even the slightest sound was made, only the sound of wind and gunfire echoed in my ears all the time.

Suddenly, Paul stopped.

Looking at the corpse on the ground in the distance, he was shocked in his heart, and he dragged the grenade on the soldier behind him and threw it at the corpse.

It was the corpses of a group of soldiers from other legions, almost none of them intact, and the slightly intact corpse stumps were covered with various scratches.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture they suffered before they died.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the red figure quickly crawled out from under the pile of corpses. The figure was dressed in a dark red robe, with a round mushroom-like helmet on its head, a metallic mechanical body all over its body, and several cameras of different shapes representing his eyes.

The Martian Blade infiltrator is also an Alpha infiltrator who has experienced hundreds of battles.

Looking at the power sword in his hand that shone with blue light, Paul quickly lay down and gave way for his subordinates behind him to shoot, and he himself kept pulling the trigger and firing a green pillar of energy light.

"Puff~"

Colorful laser beams of light shot at the blade that permeated Alpha's body, but his whole body was covered with all kinds of solid armor, and even Alpha the Blade Infiltrator, whose head was shrouded in a unique tactical helmet, was not afraid of these small and medium-caliber laser guns at all.

Under the dense barrage, he rushed to Paul's side.

Seeing that he was about to get up and drop with a knife, he cut off Paul's head directly with a knife, and the imperial commissar standing behind Paul stepped on Paul's back, jumped and pounced, and fiercely hugged the lower abdomen of the alpha with the blade.

"Poof!"

It was like crashing head-on into a frontal train, and the imperial commissar who flew past was immediately hit by the hard body of the blade infiltrator alpha, and the bones on his face were directly shattered, and his sacrifice did not bring any trouble to the blade infiltrator alpha.

Just with the knife in his hand, the imperial commissar's originally complete body was immediately quickly dismembered and turned into frightening pieces.

"Anglo!" Paul let out a roar of rage as he pulled out his grenade and prepared to rush forward and die with Alpha the Bladed Infiltration.

But the subordinates behind him didn't give him this chance, they quickly pushed Paul away, and rushed forward one after another with grenades, ready to exchange their lives for the mechanical creature in front of him, which had nothing to do with humans.

Pity!

The Blade Infiltrator's Alpha was so fast that it was like a nimble dancer, shuttling through the dense explosions at breakneck speed.

The red robe behind him became even more dazzling against the background of blood.

Finally, when another mortal soldier took the initiative to sacrifice and hid a grenade with his body, the killer Alpha of the Bladed Infiltrator was finally blown out and slammed into the trench on the side.

Although he immediately got back up, a magma cannon had already bombarded its body, directly melting its hard mechanical body.

Throwing away the barrel of the cannon stuck to his face, and tearing off the skin of his face that had been badly burned, Paul ignored the wounds on his body, continued to pull out the gun from his waist with the palm of his hand that was also badly burned, and led the team to the front.

As he passed by the corpse of his good friend, Imperial Commissar Andrew, Paul paused slightly, but instead of helping him collect the corpse, he walked forward steadfastly.

In this chaotic universe, death is not a painful thing, but a blessing to celebrate!

And when you don't die, you always have to stick to some principles.

At this moment, Paul has only one principle, and that is to obey military orders.

Continuing to weave through the trenches, more and more soldiers fell.

However, Paul has always been alive, although he has always been the first, but the bitch of fate always likes to play tricks on people, and it also confirms the saying - the more people want to die, the more they often can't die!

Eventually, they managed to break through the trench area, but as soon as they stepped out of the trench, an indescribable sense of powerlessness suddenly flooded the hearts of Paul and the survivors.

In the distance, dozens of heavily armed Poisonblade heavy tanks calmly stopped at the end of the street beyond the trenches, and below them, a steel line covered with black metallic sheen blocked all hope of advancing and the only way for them to complete their orders.

"Rush!"

There was no retreat, no too much explanation and mobilization, the survivors from the Forty Dalian followed Paul's steps and ran towards the black "end of life" in the distance!

However, the bitch of fate seems to confirm the saying that the more you want to die, the more you can't die.

A square piece of metal, more than five meters wide, fell from the sky and smashed hard in front of Paul's them, blocking them from distant artillery fire while leaving a deep pit on the ground.

Soon, the square piece of metal began to twist and wriggle until it turned into a tall mechanical wolf.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Magnetic Storm, and I'm here to support you.

Sorry, there was a bit of a traffic jam on the road, and hopefully it's not too late. ”