Forest, if you want to use this word to describe the most prosperous technological city in the empire, it must be a little wrong, but the second lieutenant can feel that the primitive killing is breeding here, and at this moment this hive city is no different from the forest, except that the reinforced concrete, pure gold and pottery steel have replaced the grass and trees, and the asphalt and filling have replaced the rotten leaves.

Smoke and war, death or fate converge in this narrow place, and the second lieutenant has to admit that the emperor has favored him, and the information brought by the brave technocratic priest is not bad, he knows that the base of the Mechanics in this city, the power of the cathars is still there, and it is the loyal members of the Mechanics who are holding back the progress of the Chaos Space Marines.

The second lieutenant wanted to pay tribute to them, and was glad that he didn't agree to the bombing, if the bombing did come as scheduled, maybe the Chaos Renegade would not suffer much, but the Mechanics would definitely be a nerve-wrack.

The second lieutenant was also afraid, if the mechanical religion here had completely fallen, then his obstacle was actually a bit redundant, his responsibility was too great, and any judgment would determine the direction of the war and the lives of hundreds of millions of people, and his body sitting in the sentry trembled faintly because of this.

He's just a mortal, his wisdom is nothing, this time it's the emperor's blessing, but how far can he go?

Whether fate was loyal or traitor, the second lieutenant did not know who she relied on, and he did not dare to bet on the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, in this respect he and Alan Baier were actually opposed.

If Alan Bair had been here, he would have ordered his soldiers to engage in a blitzkrieg to tear through the enemy's defenses, but the second lieutenant had spoken before the enemy had formed a complete defense.

"Go to the Mechon, we're united with the cathars of this world."

It's a safe insurance technique, and he can't go on, those crazy decisions and plans to make his brothers charge, because fate is endlessly asking for mortal souls or something.

He was imitating Alan Bair, but he couldn't, he didn't have the assistance of the Chief of Staff, he didn't have the protection of Poldero, and although the 113th Regiment of Volaxia and the Imperial Guards were his powerful shields, he couldn't let go of those different crazy sanities.

Cowardly, but it's not a mistake, it's just fear, human nature, the feeling after relaxation, the second lieutenant is still more like an imperial than Alan Baier, conservative.

He doesn't have that kind of razor-like aura and urgent art of war, mainly because the wars experienced by Alan Baier are all in desperate situations, and if they fail once, what awaits humanity is cut-off, supplies, food, and even life.

The malice shown by the universe towards the lieutenant colonel was vividly displayed in his tactics, and he had to return everything that others had done to him.

Malice, war, will always be the theme song of this miserable world, and the ensign is well aware of the benefits of blitzkrieg, but he also hesitates because of it, and those tragic attacks are vividly remembered.

He listened to the restless pace of the boots and approached the heart of the city, where they must now be all soldiers, and where traitors lurk.

They need to open up camps and roads to house refugees, and it's hard to imagine that the brown paper that usually pickles pickles is really working at the moment, and the people who are attacked by the angels are desperately lacking in peace, fearing that they will be abandoned by the Lord of Humanity, and if it weren't for the Imperial Guard, they might all commit suicide to prove their loyalty.

Sad, sad, and... Stupid, poor people, the second lieutenant's eyes flashed with pity in the cockpit, and then quickly continued to direct his fellow citizens forward.

The Twelfth Regiment of Grey Garloon was methodically contained and contracted, a battle line of Taimera and heavy explosive shells, and logging guns covering the city like a net, following the advance of the only regiment of Skadi, the situation was getting better and better, the loyal were saved, and the traitors began to retreat.

The second lieutenant looked at the tactical tablet that had been given to him temporarily, in just half a day, half of the city had fallen back into the hands of the Imperial Guard, but he was still uneasy, they had killed less than five people during this time, and the traitors were deliberately evading, what were they preparing?

If they can't see the clouds cover this place, if according to the second lieutenant's understanding, then the traitors should be thinking about numbers, and if they occupy a lot of land, the space marines will be scattered, and if they need to resist the Imperial Guard, then they will need to shrink their defenses.

But in this case, they will fall into passivity, although the Space Marines have great power, but the scattered Space Marines should be even stronger, they can destroy all over the world...

The lieutenant didn't know, but he had to go to the support of the Mechonists first, and the cathars would be a very important force.

"Marching at full speed, the enemy has no will to fight."

He so ordered, the orderly rush, the sound of running footsteps echoed in the city, the arrival of the Imperial Guard became the salvation of the desperate loyal inhabitants, but fewer and fewer people crawled out of the ruins, there was no doubt that the bloody thing was slaughtering something, but why slaughter mortals here?

Now that time is pressing, they should get ahead of the curve instead of wasting it on entertainment...

In the midst of those restless feelings, the second lieutenant arrived at the base, a sprawling barracks equipped with void shields and tarantula automatic turrets, powerful enough firepower to resist most invasions, and servants armed with EMP flintlock pistols with powerful penetrating power to break through the defenses of the Chaos Space Marines.

The place was in ruins, houses were collapsing, the ground was dented, and the Chaos Space Marines were attacking it, and the loyal ones would not be able to hold on for long.

The smell of blood carried the pernicious sensation of promethium, and the second lieutenant asked the troops to hide, among the ruins and wreckage, because he saw the person he didn't want to see, the crimson angel.

He'd seen this damn heretic on the Chimera before, and even though he didn't have much power armor modifications and wasn't as brutal as his other heretical brethren, he was definitely the most damn and stupid.

He commanded the attack with a chainsaw sword, and his authority and dignity made his command feel like one, absolute obedience, those Chaos Space Marines picked up the order they once had, the supermen covered each other, and the difficult skirmish line became the core of their containment of the Mecha firepower.

The steel armor forged for them by the Empire hindered the penetration of the shots, and the terrifying skirmish lines that almost surrounded the entire building were something that the commanders could not imagine.

The reason why the Empire's current corps battles are very dense is because there will also be deserters in the Imperial Guard, if you find that your comrades have suddenly disappeared, then your mentality will also be shaken, and the call of the staff will be difficult to hear because of the stragglers, and you will begin to doubt the rationality of the Empire and even betrayal, only the stability of your comrades can make the soldiers stable.

The command is around the range of action of the Imperial Guard, but the Space Marines are different, they are strong-willed and can fight skirmishers, large-scale artillery fire and dense firearms are not good for them, especially the flintlock pistol of the Mecha Sect, that kind of powerful shooting weapon has many shortcomings, such as too few machine servants, the firing power will be reduced, and if the number of enemies is small, the accuracy will be poor.

The complete tactical suppression made the Mechanics passive, and if it weren't for the fortification, they would probably be dead, but why did the traitors need this camp, and even abandon most of the city because of it.

The second lieutenant looked at the battlefield, the situation was not to be thought about, the only regiment of Skady was in the enemy's dead end, and he could take it by surprise, and he drove the sentry to his feet, his massive body erected in the forest of steel and concrete.

"Shoot! To the enemies of the Empire! ”

"For the Empire!"

Deflagration, plasma and explosive bombs, those restless things whistled towards the Chaos Space Marines, the ensign's mech was almost overheated to shoot the enemy, the situation was not very good, the power of the shot was powerful, but the scattering of the Chaos Space Marines made the lethality of the shot a lot less.

Like whack-a-mole, firepower overflow or lack of firepower is everywhere, and it is difficult for soldiers to plan several people to shoot a traitor, and this waste becomes the premise for the Space Marines to react.

The salvo killed only five or six traitors, and the ridiculous Servants of Chaos looked at the Skadians, whose demigod nerves saw the Skadians moving slowly, with good skill but inexperience, and the bombs roared in.

The loyal soldiers of the first platoon fell, lost ... 30 people!

Tough, the strength of the Space Marines cast by the Human Empire is timid, not to mention that this time they picked up those tactics from the Warband period, interspersed, cooperated, and the assault Star Marines sprayed forward with that flying jump bag.

The lieutenant calmly used the sentinel's massive body to keep the chainsaw-wielding demons outward, but the monomolecular blade was not without a threat to him, and the sentry's big foot was quickly wounded.

The second lieutenant had to admit that he had failed this command, he was nervous, promethium and oil were flowing out of his mech, and if he could not crush the three assault space marines in front of him, he would die.

"Heresy!" Burst fire, but the jetpack combined with the demigods' reflexes made it feel like they were fighting flies, and they skillfully dodged the deadly heat rays, while the rest of Skadi's only regiment faced such difficulties, the Assault Space Marines and those tactical squads gave the Imperial Guard what it felt like to be enemies of the Empire.

This is the true strength of the Space Marines, and in an instant, the ensign's rhetoric and the will of those who were scattered by the strength of the angels were wiped out, and the chainsaw sword also sawed off his sentry's right foot at this moment, and he fell to one side unbalanced, while the silent giants just looked at him like gods.

"It's over..."

The second lieutenant smiled bitterly and looked at those terrible things, this is his fate, his fate, his tragedy and his decision, he doesn't regret it, it's just that Skady's brothers seem to be dragged behind by him, he shouldn't hesitate, he should plan better, but there is no second time in life, life is like this.

But he couldn't help but think at the moment, what was so noisy, the sound even overshadowed the sound of the chainsaw sword, which made people irritated!

But after a few moments, he didn't have that thought anymore, because the huge lady broke through the barriers of countless houses and accelerated the roar of the giant rocket cannon and cannon cannon, and the agitation came too late!

He heard cheers, and the soldiers shouted. "Poison Blade! It's the Emperor's Poison Blade! ”

The next full-speed Chimera rammed into those supermen, and the assault starmarines could only rely on mobility to escape, giving up the attack on the ensign, and at this moment, the way was opened by the poison blade, the Hydra tank, the Levmanus (and some fake, this matter was still because of the lust for profit of every poor lieutenant colonel. Join here as fire support.

The steel formed shields, and the lieutenant listened to the communicator. "The evacuation is well done, but sometimes you are too arrogant, boy, you can rely on my sister mine."

The second lieutenant recognized the voice. "Miss Captain, I have to admit that you are quite charming sometimes, especially when you drive the Emperor Poison Blade to save heroes..."

The Captain adjusts the instruments in the Poison Blade's commander's room, and answers. "My mouth is quite sweet, but I have a heart, and I will not agree to anyone other than the lieutenant colonel confessing to me."

"Also, are you still a little immature as a hero?"

The second lieutenant was suddenly pushed forward by Chimera, and he stumbled in reply, because of the rubble or something, he almost had an electric sound. "What are your soldiers doing?!"

Captain said. "I brought your knight here, and if you have that titan, will you be able to overcome your cowardice?"

Next, the engineering team skillfully connected the sentry to the transformed Freedom Blade, and the second lieutenant felt that his vision had become high, from the frustration of prostrate on the ground, to the fact that he could now look down on the Red Pirate Commander, the war and the smoke of gunfire, the huge city or the ruined walls, and why did the Mechanic point at his Titan and curse?

The second lieutenant raised the heavy hot melt cannon with his arm, and fired a fierce rage at several groups of Space Marines, this was revenge, and revenge, for the sake of Skadi, and for the shame of what had just been humiliated.

His Void shield had brightened under the attack of the Space Marines, but it still couldn't stop his heat from melting those unstoppable supermen, and under the cover of the Titans and the help of the Poison Blade, it was emptied in just a few moments.

The biggest one remains, and that is that the Space Marines have fled into the ruins of the city, and the engines of war can't chase them.

The only regiment of Skadi could not fight with them today, although they were full of fighting spirit, strong will, and well-armed.

When the war ended, the second lieutenant leaned against the ruins, looking at it with some sorrow, he should have negotiated with the Mechanics, but now he was hiding here.

There was no clutter, no one was there, only traces of war and death, and the second lieutenant took out his private collection of wild snake wine from his sentry, almost a good thing to blend.

"You kid is still stealing food." The captain's arm suddenly rested on his shoulder.

But the lieutenant poured the wine on the ground. "I don't deserve it, I let my brothers die."

The captain said. "It's not you who will make them die, it's your hesitation, and if you have a third of the decisiveness of a lieutenant colonel, then victory is also close at hand."

"If you really have that kind of awareness, we're talking about dating or something, boy."

The second lieutenant blushed, and I have to say that he is still at the age of the beginning of love, and there is no way.

"Yes, sir!" He replied that perhaps this dark universe would still be good for such moments...

Next, the lieutenant understands that he needs to uncover why the Space Marines are obsessed with attacking the Mechachan's base!

said that I didn't want to write today, but I still did it, and before I knew it, I was not used to being idle.

I'm still very unhappy that I'm still very unhappy that I'm asking for the same thing as the popular fandom in terms of recommendation.,Because I'm writing about Warhammer.,It's definitely not as good as those Naruto pirates Marvel or something.,But think about it this way.,Do I think Warhammer is inferior to those stories?

Certainly not, but I also realized that I was writing by the Emperor's gift, and that perhaps without the efforts of the Imperial Guard, my story would have gone unnoticed.

I can't deny that I'm very poor at writing about business, even though I try to ignore it, but the reality is that the starting point is a very utilitarian platform, not a place for me to express myself.

I'm not a genius, my journey is full of difficulties, I can't count how many bytes I have, and when I feel a little better, the reality is still a slap in the face.

Now I realize that I have to put aside most of my fantasies and face this thing, which is that online articles don't exist for good stories, but I'm still naïve, and until then my soul is dissipated in subspace, I'll still be naïve until my own end comes.

Only the eye of the storm is quiet, and I will not be satisfied, I still ask for my own thoughts, try to move forward, seize opportunities, even if my writing road is stumbling.

(End of chapter)