Trench warfare, the famous tactics of the Astral Army, is rarely used on the Gondeva VI, because the Greenskins' troops are too scattered and numerous, and the forest will become their natural shelter, but in the face of traitorous Space Marines and the flat ground without a lot of cover, this traditional technique is in play again.

In the temporary field command room, the staff officers watched the sapper shovels being taken away by the recruits, waving, digging trenches one and a half meters deep, and the veterans were installing barbed wire and mines.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, sipping caffeinated tea in the command room of the fort made with sandbags and heavy blast guns, his teacups made by the Gundelwa VI Living, also explain why the Empire's assembly line has a crooked modern industrial slipped through the net.

The staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Oh my God, more than 20,000 sapper shovels, you got them there, the battle line here is long enough to contract hundreds of Chimera!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair looked at the double-headed eagle that glittered on his chest. "Thanks to the selfless dedication of the Karui City production line, and now the Planetary Governor."

When large quantities of food, supplies, and promethium were brought to the battlefield, all the living subjects of the empire in the world worked hard to deal with the attacks of the Red Pirates, sweating with blood and skulls.

Alan Bair looked at the place, the ground that had been torn apart by his explosives was still there, and the huge crater was now transformed into the command room, where he drank his tea.

This saved a lot of time for the engineering troops, especially since the hard rocks were broken, and when the work was carried out, many people found fragments of orc mechs here, which can also be used to express how successful Elan Baier's strategy was.

Next to the command room, several huge orc garbage cannons still provide a good orbital defense force.

This location is very good, very close to the city of Karui, like a sponge nailed in front of the city, no matter how much force hits it, it cannot cross it, and release all the 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, and they will not be able to occupy the entire world like the orcs.

There is no question of the safety of Karui City, and this is the best answer Alan Baier can give to the current Governor.

Even though the human empire can never be one heart, the strongest alliances will take root here.

Great? Hero? Alan Baier didn't think about it so much, he had to do what he should do, he looked at the fragments of the orc mecha on the ground, under the corrosion of the forest, it was rusty in just over a year, it was really a change of time, which made people sigh.

Alan Bair adjusted the radio, and while the magnetic field was still stable, he tried to keep in touch with the Katachans as much as possible.

This matter could have been left to the communications team, not at the rank of lieutenant colonel, but he had to get enough information, which was especially important in war, and he knew how bad the quality of communications in this world was.

And in the posture of frequently adjusting the channel, inadvertently, the photo in his trench coat fell out, which was taken in the fourth row in the city of Karui, Lieutenant Colonel Arvada, everyone, on it.

He looked at Katachan's reluctant expression, maybe their souls were really partially lodged in the picture? As they believed...

Alan Baier picked up the photograph and cherished the dust on it, the smell of promethium and gasoline could not stop his thoughts back to that afternoon.

But half of the people in the picture were gone, and the rest were going their separate ways, and he didn't know the attitude of the nobles to the war, but he couldn't imagine that his brothers would become like that.

Perhaps they should have died in the war to remain loyal to the Emperor, but soon, Alan Baier shook his head violently, and death was easy, but nothing could be solved.

The city of Karui needs them, this bunch of pot-bellied bureaucrats, not a bunch of soldiers, this is humanity, this is society.

Putting the photo back on your chest and clasping it so you don't lose it during the war is a rare souvenir.

And there are so many days that you need to maneuver in the Astral Army, especially the infantry, that almost no one wants to store their own things, and each soldier has a lot of messy family resources...

Last time, Alan Bair dug out a rodent from a nest in someone's pants and choked him with disgust.

The Lieutenant Colonel's memories were interrupted by a squirming voice, it was the damn second lieutenant whose mouthy had made himself greenskin...

He walked into the command room and saluted, which was almost mandatory in the Astral Army.

Alan Bair said. "Why aren't you digging trenches?"

The second lieutenant nodded in reply. "Sir, I'm here to apply for a mine pack that belongs to us, and I need to fill my platoon with enough firepower."

Alan Baier asked. "Why am I giving you, every explosive is a good medicine to kill the enemy, the emperor's roar, and it is also a life guarantee for the elite, I can give them to the first row, the first company, not you."

The lieutenant knew that the chief would refuse, and he pursed his lips. "Lieutenant Colonel, I know very well that I can't express how capable I am, but I can express my own vision."

"There are dense forest borders in the direction of my platoon at 7 o'clock, although there is barbed wire, but I don't think those things can hinder the advance of too many enemies, I don't know how powerful the destructive force is facing this mission, but I know very well, sir, we need to be fully prepared."

Alan Bair found it interesting, anyway, there is a lot of time in the war.

"Tell me, what else is there besides here?"

The second lieutenant swallowed his saliva, and said so bluntly in front of his boss that this nest capital was under great pressure, this is the main colonel level of the Astral Army, regimental commander!

"It's... My plan is to pull Chimi to the front of the battlefield for a roundabout maneuver, which is very large, not as numb as in the forest, but can actually remove those barbed wire, which may not be so effective for the legendary Astarte monks, even if they are betrayed. ”

"We should use what few armor advantages we have to suppress the enemy ..."

He spoke generously, and although he was enthusiastic, Alan Baier found a lot of problems.

"The Chimera's heavy explosive bombs can't break the armor of the Space Marines, I've never seen those existing, mortal weapons only hot melt and dark age weapons can cause a lethal threat, if you think you can use explosive shots to hit the gaps and joints of the armor every time, then I think you can try."

"And then the barbed wire fence isn't for Space Marines, and you don't think those supermen are going to clean up and mop the floors on battleships?"

"They have a large number of mortal minions, and in fact, when the war begins, I can conclude that there are dozens of times more Chaos minions than traitor space marines."

"If you let the Chimera move around the battlefield at will, those traitor soldiers will destroy any precious piece of armor with hot melt weapons, and it will take several more Terra years to replenish it."

"We need to be prepared for a tug-of-war, they don't have ground strongholds..."

Alan Baier was halfway through speaking, and he couldn't help but stop when he noticed that the second lieutenant had shrunk his head, although this guy was still immature, stupid, and even a little naïve, but such thinking was rare in the Warhammer world.

He should be angry with him, such a person is easily deceived by Tzeentch, and his lack of experience and inability to see the nature of the world will make him a ticking time bomb.

Alan Bair should have scolded him, told him to return to his post and continue digging holes...

"Second Lieutenant, go to the logistics and get what you want, and the only two things I have for you are, don't die, and always believe in the emperor."

He couldn't speak, he looked at the soldier, at his thoughts, at his soul, but he couldn't be like those veteran officers of the Astral Army, who poured out the insignificant but easy to ignite the flames of the house in his heart.

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

It was hard to say whether Alan Bair had done the right thing or not, and he knew it well that when the ensign had left, he had returned to his place again, fiddling with the radio.

He often persuaded himself to give up the feelings he had left behind in his peaceful past life, and at the end of the dark and terrible 40th millennium, many more desperate things appeared all the time.

Loyal people die, evil triumphs, worlds are destroyed, chaos invades, aliens loot, vast empires are like palaces gnawed by billions of termites, and only the statues enshrined in the core of the palace keep people working on this large house that they can't repair.

Canghai Sangtian, the times change, the palace hangs high on the island, and the lonely palm is difficult to sing.

If humanity had a true alliance, the fraternal races, such as the mountain kingdoms of the Middle Ages, would not be so desperate.

Alan Baier sighed, what was he thinking? Do you want a group of races like brothers and sisters to suddenly run out of this dark universe?

Back in the "dark" 20k era, humanity had run out of all sympathy and patience for the Xenomorphs, and their rebellion was the last blow to send humanity to hell at its peak.

Alan Baier held the relic pistol at his waist, as long as the human beings are still alive, they can't, can't forget, siblings? This dark age is nothing but death, betrayal, war and...

Slaughter.

At this moment, the radio made a sizzling ragged sound. "Lieutenant colonel, camp, five o'clock, 6 kilometers away, footprints found."

"Army boots, kind of like... The kind used by the aristocracy? ”

Alan Baier grabbed the communicator and immediately returned. "Keep following them, keep going..."

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

Alan Baier put down the communicator, looked at the beating 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 defensive line, pay attention to the direction of five o'clock, all hands!"

The words kept spreading and echoing in the trenches, and the second lieutenant, who was laying mines, wiped the dense sweat from his forehead, adjusted his desperate body armor, and he returned to his platoon, like Alan Baier, and announced to everyone that he lived.

Fate may be like this, many things have been repeated in the long river of time, but it is different, the former guard tower battle has become a trench war, the former Katachan has become a local, the former recruit egg, and now the heroic lieutenant colonel.

The times change, only death and war remain the same, when will it end, thousands of years? Or for a longer and longer period of time ...

In the forest, the half-breed Katachan turned off the suggested communicator and looked at the damned traitor traces on the ground, and he couldn't understand why those things were looking at the traitors, maybe their heads had been broken.

Recalling Lieutenant Colonel Arvada's admonitions, honors, or survival, the leader unraveled a lizard and swallowed the raw flesh almost silently as a supplement for bodily fluids and protein.

They are silent and not afraid of death, and only the Katachan blades and skills that have been passed down keep them alive.

When the Katakhams were vigilant, the forest warriors quickly discovered that there was a problem, and in the quiet forest, in addition to the sounds of birds and insects to which they had long been accustomed, there was a discordant clutter.

Sign language was used immediately, and almost instantly, the cheetahs tightened their muscles, they were easier to control than Katachan, they were more tacit than Katachan, but they didn't have the bloody nature of the real Katachan.

If Alan Bair had been here, he would have felt that they should have rushed out and killed the enemy right now, instead of waiting for those people to gather.

As the noise grew louder and louder, finally turning into raindrops of thunder, the hidden warriors pushed through the forest, and they smelled the mutant bodies, death, corruption, and disloyalty.

About 500 people, dressed in fancy clothes, hunched over, they call this stealth?

There were only a few dozen of them, but if they had enough time, they could have killed the weaklings, but now they needed to report to the command room to be wary of the Space Marine behind them, the bright red giant, who was strange, his cheeks were loyal and unmutated, but he was wearing a damn armor decorated with human flesh and heads.

And Katachan doesn't know that this Astarte is the commander of this operation, Viengar, the former Crimson Angel!

Katachang and the others just withdrew from the vicinity and radioed to the headquarters, but found that the signal was blurred, and they secretly cursed, it must be those evil gods that the traitors believe in stirring up the world, and those lowly and weak gods, if they are really powerful, are less than one-thousandth of the emperor.

But the actions of the Katachans are still not foolproof, and the arrogant mutineers can't see the hunters and ghosts, but that doesn't mean that the truly powerful Space Marines can't.

In the hundreds of years of war, this is not the first time that Viengartex has cooperated with Catachan, and there is no shortage of enemies...

Katachan also underestimated the ability of the organs of the truly experienced Astarte Superman to gather information, and a mere report led to the discovery of their tracks.

Vinegaltex is as powerful as a Rand Marauder tank in full swing, and his power armor makes a fierce sound of activity in the forest, but it is definitely not bulky, and the God Emperor has chosen him, and his strength is also the result of the labor of tens of billions of inhabitants of the empire.

Now the blasphemous celestial beings used everything that mortals had shaped for him, and the speed at which they could not react, almost instantaneously crashed into those loyalists, and the huge body split the branches, directly blurring the flesh of a shrub behind Katachan, and many of the flesh and blood stained by power naturally became part of the ornament on his armor.

His deep voice spoke, his golden hair fluttering through the dark forest, the warm wind and the rusty smell of blood adding a little more to this madman...

It's indescribably terrifying!

"You are the mortals who killed my brother? I recognize your power, now..."

"Join my troops, or, become my favorites!"

It has to be said that Vingaltex has a lavish decoration of vertebrae made up of vertebrae on the Spectre of Destruction, built with his most virtuosic artistic cells and all the spines of creatures he feels strong enough.

Of course, sometimes it may not be the spine, it may also be chitin or something.

But he's still happy to let the forest warriors join them!

Today, E Bao sent Graes, who has been playing, and I have to complain, that world is simply a beautiful environment.

Scattered orc fungus lands, five steps of chaotic wilderness, and far away are the necromantic tombs, and a whole bunch of network wreckage.

The land is full of wild animals of Katachan demons and various cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

It's really a pleasant scenery and simple folk customs...

(End of chapter)