In order to prevent the enemy from bombing the armored forces, most of the Poison Blade and Riemanus were parked in a hidden point about a kilometer away from the castle, which could not only ensure support at any time and anywhere, but also prevent enemy attacks, but now that the machine spirit is completely out of order, only one kilometer away has left the 113th Regiment of Forlacia in a tangle.

As the Imperial Guard, they could not abandon their armored vehicles, but as brothers of the only regiment of Skady, they also had to save their friends who were in trouble.

And even petrified lizards can't fire projectiles, in the constant experiments of the Pangia sub-armored regiment, those shells still can't fire, even the muzzles of petrified lizards can't twist, those war equipment powered by machine souls and source power are almost like dead, and the rougher things are still useful.

"Cannon... Ready, just... Thread? The clutter roared, and the captain immediately approached the only radio that could communicate with his comrades, listening to the already chaotic and even chaotic sounds.

"The shelling could not be carried out, the machine spirit was displeased, the shelling failed! Shelling failed! ”

"Ask for information, ask for information from the front." She kept informing, but at this moment the information was completely ineffective, and after making sure that the radio communication was turned off, the captain of Foraxia fell into thought.

They are not far from the main battlefield, but they are not good at fighting alone, and simply getting close will only increase casualties.

Looking at the radios in the Salamander command tank, the captain felt helpless for the first time, Forlacia was not Skady's troops, they hadn't experienced the terrible silence of the forest world, as if the world was the only thing left of it.

They hadn't fought such a war, and although they had a long experience of self-preservation, surviving the aliens, those things were worthless in the face of a real war.

Communication is the lifeblood of war, information is blood, communicators are blood vessels, without those things to transport news of war, the entire war machine will die because of lack of nutrition, compared to no supplies, silence brings even more fear than ordinary pressure.

What is the situation now, what enemy are your teammates facing, what has invaded the Empire, or have they become deserters?

Phlaxia had experienced three hundred years of loneliness, but at this moment when they actually entered the battlefield, they could not endure it for even a few minutes, suspicion, loneliness, and fear that this was not the fortress they were used to, but a small camp that could be bombed, shelled, and invaded by the enemy at any time and place.

They didn't have any information, and it felt like they were suffocating, and the air in this world was suddenly emptied.

"Emperor, what should we do, should we leave or stay, should we explore or continue to hold on?" The question seems simple, but the captain keeps talking to himself, but he still does not find the answer, what if the communication is good, the equipment is activated, but they are not here, dereliction of duty, and the victory is lost?

But if the machinery really stopped, did they let their brothers and sisters all die without knowing it?

In addition to his own thoughts, the captain could also hear his comrades discussing whether to attack or stay, but everyone had different opinions, it was not a matter of character, choice, right or wrong, but how to break such a deathly tranquility.

"We should go to the front line, we are brothers and sisters fighting thousands of meters away!" A non-commissioned officer shouted.

"No! The Imperial Engine is still here! The other soldiers retorted.

"Get the reconnaissance team out?" A fairly reliable voice said.

"No, the reconnaissance team doesn't have the ability to report, and we don't have any means of surveillance, so someone might leave the unit at this moment..."

At this moment, their psychological pressure is even worse than that of the front line, and they feel confused about what they should do and what they should do.

That's why Skady is so much stronger than the other legions, because each of them really knows what they're fighting for, what they're living for, and that will becomes the basis of Skady, and all the surviving Imperial Guards are used to killing and silence in that terrible forest, which is absolutely crazy for the Imperial Guard, maybe the Skady soldiers are real madmen.

In the long history of warfare, there are very few troops that can maintain the will to fight for long periods of time without being completely connected with the center, but Skady has been cultivated with that terrible morale because of the silence and occasional normal contact of Gondelwa VI.

Gondelwal VI is like a special training ground, as if to create such a soldier, the kind of melting pot trained by the troops who are not afraid of silence, who are not afraid of losing contact, and who believe in themselves and loyal troops.

But Volaxiaxia couldn't, they were lonely, but the feeling was different, and so was the Pangia 1st Pangia Regiment, whose restless hearts were filled with all sorts of nonsense.

If this continues, this unit will be self-defeating, because of the horror brought by tranquility, because of the complete silence of the dark forest, there is no notification from the infantry regiment, there is no shouting from comrades, there is no command, the vehicles are stopped, the combat effectiveness is reduced, and other complex reasons.

But in such despair, the captain suddenly raised his hand. "I will hand over all the command to the commander of the Pangia Sub-Armored Regiment, and I will take the communicator and go to find out the scope of this electromagnetic interference myself, and report the situation to the command and apply for support."

In any case, no matter what the situation, the world will always need heroes, and now only a captain like a captain will make her comrades not doubt her departure, because no one has more rights and loyalty than her, she can become a general, and she has inherited the loneliness and expectation of Forlacia for three hundred years, whether it is for her own future or the consciousness of her predecessors, she will never run away.

The quiet, noisy barracks fell silent in an instant, the engineering team began to disassemble a full twenty kilograms of communication equipment, logistics filled the captain's tactical belt with food and ammunition, and the others cast their eyes on the hero, because they did not know how far she needed to go to touch the edge of this information blockade, and it was not clear if there were any enemies on the road, but the captain needed to walk those roads alone.

She stopped all those madness and loneliness on her body, even though she may be strong compared to ordinary people, but how could those madness not oppress her?

The Captain said nothing, and the soldiers of the Astral Legion of Phraccia and Pangiaz could only salute the torchbearers carrying hope with the Aquila salute, while the Captain had to face the desperate, long, and unclear fear of the target.

And in the Void, the Poldero is approaching the Void's low-Earth orbit, and Alan Baier doesn't want to delay too long, he must find a way to land to the core of the battlefield quickly.

"Staff officer, what do the ground forces say?" He looked at the endless gray horizon in the window, and the restless traces of war, the craters and death, but he couldn't be sure that there was war there.

The staff officer replied. "Ground Command said that all four Imperial Guard regiments were lost, about thirty minutes ago, and now we can't be sure of the situation at all?"

Alan Bair said. "The specific coordinates, I want the specific coordinates of the mechanical teaching camp!"

"Let's go straight to it with a transport plane!"

The staff officer replied. "But we don't know the configuration of the enemy, if there is enough air defense, or if we encounter an accident, we may even be shot by our own people because of the sudden entry into the airspace of the Imperial Guard, without intelligence and answers, we cannot carry out military operations!"

Alan Baier angrily smashed his fist against Poldero's window, looking at the damn ground below, eager to break those heretics into pieces, but he was hindered by strange witchcraft, and his fist spilled blood, and even smashed the fine gold on the ship into small pits, before the captain heard that something was wrong.

"My God Emperor, what are you doing to my love ship!" The captain stopped commanding and scolded Alan Baier, even though they are indeed good comrades-in-arms, but it is absolutely impossible to engage in other ships!

Alan Baier looked at his hand in surprise, this is the Adamantite Deck?!

He immediately covered those things, possibly branded himself as heretical, and said. "Bastard heretic!" Then he took out the relict pistol in low power mode and fired a hard shot at that position.

Then the captain's heart-rending shouts and their near-broken friendship barely overshadowed the anomaly.

Alan Baier wiped his cold sweat, he felt that he could win an Oscar, but what did his body go through? Isn't that right? Is it true that orcs think that if you are strong, you will be really strong? Or the emperor ... Or are you a mutant?

But he still tried to keep himself looking normal, and in any case, he was convinced that he was okay, and he asked the staff officer again. "Is there really no signal? Not at all? Our direct communication in the war zone is also in vain? ”

The staff officer could only nod, and Alan Baier frowned. "Prepare the transport plane, you can't wait, otherwise the battle will inevitably become more terrible."

The staff officer sighed. "It's useless for me to stop you, is it?"

Alan Bair said. "That's right."

"Missing an opportunity is tantamount to murder, not to mention that we are murdering our own relatives." For Alan Baier, the Skadis are the few remaining relatives in this dark universe, and the whole world is only them, tens of thousands of people.

Soon, the tail of the transport plane streaked across the sky, and the staff officers could never reach their thighs with their arms in this regard, but they were facing a new problem at the moment, and they did not know it.

If they were within 1,500 meters of the ground, Meroving's ability would have caused the transport plane to lose control, land, and then the entire elite of Skadi's regiment would die, including Alan Bair himself.

On the transport plane, although the radio was always on, the people in the war zone could not answer, and even if they could, they did not know how long this terrible electronic confinement would be.

And at this moment the pilot of the transport plane reported. "Approaching the orbit of the atmosphere, entering, at the present altitude of three thousand meters, two thousand six, two thousand, one thousand eight, ready to land, the speed decreases."

Approaching the ground, the jets of the transport aircraft become noticeably slower, the variable position of the jets switches to floating, and the descent slows.

"One thousand seven, one thousand sixteen, one thousand..." The fortress of the Mecha Empire began to loom underneath, and the flames and smoke of the battle could already be faintly felt, but outside the range of a thousand meters, such a feeling was actually not accurate, but Alan Baier could feel that something was wrong there?

The driver said. "Immediately enter the range of 1,500 meters, everyone is ready to land, and land on the ground in two minutes." The Empire's elite equipment can be transported quickly in wartime, and in reality, as long as the battle situation is urgent, two minutes are not needed.

But the radio that had been on suddenly spoke. "Please, please, here it is... Fora... Above...! ”

An abrupt voice echoed through the cabin, it was a woman's voice, resolute, clear, but out of breath, and Alan Bair knew, and although the radio waves sounded faint, he still knew who it was.

"Stop the transporter!" Alan Bair shouted, and he hurried over to the communicator. "This is the first company of the only regiment in Skady, what's going on, Captain!"

The captain said. "Emperor bless, where are you?"

Alan Bair replied. "Landing, we're right above you."

The captain immediately shouted. "Don't land! It's being covered in terrible heresy and witchcraft, and any mechanical equipment within 1,500 meters of the Mechachanist Castle will fail! ”

Alan Bair yelled at the communicator's full channel, ignoring the phrase and even reaching Command. "Stop, levitate, pull up!"

The pilot immediately started the levitation, and he was also shocked, and there must be more than one transport plane, otherwise it would not be able to hold a full 3,000 troops, many of which almost fell to the ground because they did not stop, thanks to the extremely fast reaction of Alan Baier, and the unconditional trust of the Skadians.

The abnormal mechanical shutdown terrified Alan Bair, who immediately spoke to the radio. "Thank you, Captain, for saving us."

The captain said. "Sir, the second lieutenant is in trouble, we have lost contact with the infantry regiment, I just walked outside the restricted area, otherwise I would not be able to contact you, please, hurry up and save the second lieutenant."

Alan Bair replied with only one sentence. "All staff, get ready to skydive, let's have an extreme sport today!"

A moment later, flowers representing the emperor fell from the sky, and the unexpected change in the height made the Red Pirate Vengar immediately shout. "Enemy support!" But because of the hindrance of the ensign troops in the castle, they could not get close.

But Alan Bair noticed that on the castle made of Adamantite by the Mecha, the second lieutenant was fighting a "rabbit-eared" abusive can, that is, a traitor Star Marine non-commissioned officer, who seemed to be the commander of the assault force? A circle of astonishers from the nearby assault force pulled the defenders of the Imperial Guard apart, creating a "dueling arena" of individual flesh on the high helipad.

He couldn't help but comment. "Counselor, he's going head-to-head with a Space Marine?"

The staff officer looked at the ensign who was being lifted by the Space Marines and immediately replied. "Like, no, he's dying!"

Alan Baier immediately took out his weapon and landed down with gravity, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is still this kid's play, he doesn't dare to play 1v1 with Space Marines!

(End of chapter)