Mr. Kane's explosive performance (physically) had tragic consequences, with the corpses of the Empire's enemies scattered all over the ground, but the Imperial Guard had to have someone to clean up the aftermath, and as outsiders, they needed anything to shoot, even if it was a cultist's damn auto-gun ammo or a few still-intact bombs or something.

The second lieutenant was in a way a Skadian scavenging bird, and he had naturally walked on the ground where the explosion had been exploded, using the blast craters that the cultists had activated as a safe zone.

"Bullets, bullets, more, a fragment mine that didn't explode, Emperor bless." Those things are stronger than one might expect from guns and the like, and the Imperial Guard generally doesn't fall into using them, just in case.

He was a vulture, hanging from the corpses of the traitors and tending with the marrow and carrion, and it was all about surviving on the battlefield, and in essence, there was no difference between the individual's place in war and life in the wild.

Attributed to the basics of killing and survival, material and victory, war is both the supreme action of civilization and the most barbaric act of life.

To be able to call it a war means that it must be planned by many people, and the brawl of beasts does not count, only civilization can wage war against another civilization, and the essence of war is that occupation and plunder are more barbaric and simple acts.

Plunder, scavenging, staged again and again in this dark universe, the extremely high performance of civilization, the empire across the stars can not escape this cruel natural law, as if all things are destined to be born in this dark forest.

Snowflakes fall slowly, probably due to the rain caused by the temperature and water vapor brought by the war climbing up the atmosphere, and the liquid turns into snowflakes when it falls, which is both beautiful and cold.

The lieutenant opened the still burning corpse and tried to pull edible chocolate or a life-saving magazine from the dead man's clothes, but all he got was a wriggling, small, short-haired rodent to be held in the heretic's arms and warm from the corpse of his master.

"This damn thing!" The lieutenant was frightened, after all, you never know if the madmen were in their arms a rat or an evil monster, but the lieutenant quickly realized that something was wrong.

This thing was shivering from the cold, and the temperature wasn't too cold right now, which meant it wasn't a native creature...

Is it something on the other side of the sun? No, it is almost impossible for the environment of the agricultural world to have living things, and if there is, it will not be such a small thing.

But the weather was getting colder, and the lieutenant couldn't think too much about it, so he decided to leave the little thing to fend for itself, something was really wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong there.

The snow became more and more violent, as if the Imperial Guard was not welcome in this world, but objectively speaking, it was only the snow that melted due to the war that caused the raindrops to fall.

In the camp, the officers used simple iron basins and promethium to light a brazier that was not very warm, and ordinary soldiers could only survive with physical strength, and figures like the Sun Lord would use the temperature control equipment in the general control area.

The second lieutenant told the soldiers to come in with baskets of loot, and after Alan Baier naturally got a pot of muddy Amset and bad coffee from the dead man's corpse, he naturally refilled himself with a cup.

There is nothing to find fault with, as the saying goes, a soldier on the battlefield is not as good as a homeless man in the city.

"The situation has become dire, and now the storm is still thirty hours away, and our pace has been delayed again and again, and although Mr. Kane's actions have caused heavy losses to the enemy, we have missed the opportunity."

Alan Baier calmly analyzed the situation, he had always hated the Imperial Guard's usual style of protracted warfare, and in his eyes that kind of thing was a waste of manpower and material resources.

Kane said. "Blizzards are also troublesome for the enemy, we can wait, and the enemy cannot expand the range and strength of his defenses."

"But they can still be prepared to defend themselves against the Empire's attacks, and we may encounter more enemy forces than expected, which is not good." The second lieutenant added.

"Gaining a superior strategic position is the main subject of war, and I cannot deny it, but the present situation does not allow us to do so." Kane was strongly opposed, he was already a little scared, the madness of the Skadis was a bit of a fanatic, he wasn't sure if it was right, they did have a lot of victories, many, many of them, so much that they could be remembered in the long history of the Empire...

But the so-called reputation is just a vague thing for Kane, and the Skadis don't care, what makes him curious is always what makes them live to die.

The second lieutenant said with a bit of a foolishness when he saw Kane's appearance. "This is the hero of the Empire? I'll admit that you have a great track record in many ways, but there are many heroes like you in Skady, and I only have the coward Kane in my eyes now. ”

The chief of staff scolded. "How dare you say that?!" As a Kane fan, he is still on the side of his idols, and although they have achieved good results, they are still far from Kane.

But when the saber is rattling, such a unanimous sentence. "He's right."

This sentence was pronounced by the Sun Lord and Kane's staff at the same time, it is better to say that only these two people know Kane's true thoughts, but I say this as a joke, and the Sun Lord has a different flavor when he says this.

The second lieutenant felt in his eyes that his boss was protecting his shortcomings, and the chief of staff was a little incredible, but Kane could feel that he was being seen through, and the fact that he was a liar had been revealed in the eyes of the Sun Lord.

He just looked up and said. "That's right, I'm just a coward, and acting without regard for the consequences will cost the soldier a waste."

"It's easy to miss opportunities when you think twice, everything needs to be chosen, and there is no such thing as perfection, especially when it comes to war."

The second lieutenant bowed his head, and he replied. "That's right, I'm a little excited."

But no one noticed a trace of sweat on Kane's forehead, and the guy was still nervous, but Alan Baier quickly interrupted his thoughts on the matter, and he spoke directly. "Skadi, Valhalla, and Folasia, the three regiments provide elite troops to withstand the storm and move forward, enter the main nest, occupy strategic core positions, and wait for support."

Kane scolded. "It's crazy, the temperature outside has dropped to more than minus 20, and there is a blizzard, even the Imperial Engine is difficult to move an inch, you want us to walk..."

"Drugs also have to enter the core area, which can save a lot of lives, sacrifices, deaths, if the vanguard can disrupt the enemy's city defenses during a blizzard, we will be able to get the controller of this half of the world after we get the first nest will be equivalent to falling into the hands of the Empire."

"If the sacrifice of thousands of people can be exchanged for the safety of tens of thousands, isn't it the greatest strategic victory?" Alan Baier asked.

Kane was silent, he wouldn't participate in this operation, it was crazy, but it was not for nothing that the Sun Lord chose to do so, there were not many Skadi left, and the positional war and the war of attrition were even more deadly, complete meat grinder.

They don't have time either, the control of this sector is still the Red Pirates', and the Void support of others doesn't know when to arrive, and if the Imperial Guard can't gain a foothold, then it will be passive.

And this place is a large plain, very, very large, in other words, if the blizzard passes, the enemy will be more likely to gather.

There is no choice, since the heavens are not beautiful, they must also go against the sky, Mr. Kane just feels that he is going to be named again, but the Sun Lord is just sorting out his weapons.

"Leterin Kid, Katachan, Chief of Staff, let's go, Mr. Kane, get your Valhalla Legion ready during this time."

"You're going? You're at the heart of us, if—" Kane couldn't help but ask.

"I came up with this plan, so I have to go, this is the tradition of Scady, I am not superior, not now, not in the future, believe me, the orcs, titanium, and the Mechanics have not killed me, and there are not enough traitors."

"Far from enough!" His bravery and self-confidence made Kane feel like a bug, but he still held his head up like a big rooster.

"Bless you, Emperor above, Sun Lord."

Alan Baier also replied. "Bless you too, hero Kane."

These two people seem to be very different, but in essence they are no different, and they both have only one choice when it comes to getting involved in the vortex of this dark universe.

At the beginning, the mice on the cliff had turned into ice cups, shrunk in the hem of the dead and trembled, the Empire's war engine roared forward, and the crazy blizzard made it impossible for them to see the way, but at this moment, the second lieutenant, accompanied by Kane, flipped up the Empire's beast book, which recorded most of the beasts of the empire's territory.

At this moment, the visibility in the field is extremely low, and the cold has even brought the interior of the Empire's war engine to below zero, and the wealth of cutting-edge technology of the Mecha Sect is not worth mentioning.

Alan Baier drove the Chimera armored car, looking out from the narrow hole, only about five meters in front of him, and the place illuminated by the headlights was still within the field of vision.

The navigation provided by the Bird Divination Device can maintain the direction of the Imperial Guard and the general situation of the enemy, and it is not possible to see the situation with the naked eye, which is like squinting forward.

Cold, cold, the Chimera moved forward slowly, at a low speed, as the Imperial Guard soldiers were advancing beside his car, their soles treading on the thick snow, leaving countless potholes, and barely moving forward.

The people who carried out this mission were all people born in Skadi, and they had more or less experience of being frozen, and in that place where there were not many clothes and food, the cold was more deadly than human nature.

"How's the state? Staff officer? Alan Baier couldn't help but shiver in the car, he couldn't believe how deadly the cold wind outside was.

And the chief of staff replied. "You can still walk, go on."

He stood at the front of the line, resisting the wind and snow, he was not a Valhalla, let alone a Skadian, so he relied solely on his willpower.

And all the Chimera armored vehicles are in action, but their main function is to change shifts for those who can't hold on, methodically, 300 people can fit in at a time, this team of 1,000 people rotates regularly, although the speed is slowed down, but it can still reach the destination.

And the Emperor blessed, after the extremely high ticking sound of the bird device, the flickering electronic screen locked on what the Imperial Guard needed to break.

"Captain, are you ready?" Alan Baier asked.

The female captain of the Foraxia got out of the car and used her hands and body to defend the frozen Imperial Poison Blade, the barrel of the overweight tank, and the heavy cannon barrel with antifreeze to clean up the broken ice that might affect the operation.

"That's it, launch." The captain replied.

"Launch!" The roar, the roar of the Imperial Guard, the giant missile cannon with the heavy tank, the violent explosion and the ensemble played by the manticore and Riemanus, who could not see the target of the shot, but frantically attacked the position in front of the bird's guillotter.

Boom, boom, the sky and the earth are not more than that, in the tranquility after the projectile is over, the gates of the nest capital, to be precise, in the faint vision of the blizzard, the light and warmth of the interior of the city overflow.

But the Imperial Guard remained vigilant, their hulls moving forward, their steps in unison, as they slowly stepped through the gate carved with the Imperial Eagle and the skeleton, destroyed by themselves.

Then there is the view of the human city that will be familiar to the inhabitants of the Empire, except that the statue of the Emperor has collapsed, the graffiti of the eight-pointed star is everywhere, countless pieces of meat are scattered around the gate that has been smashed by the muzzle of the cannon, and the numb inhabitants of the nest capital hold their children and watch the Imperial Guard approach

For them, it didn't matter at all whether the master was an empire or a traitor, and they couldn't even tell the difference between the emperor statue of the empire and the belief in Nayaspace.

They only knew that they had to work, and their destiny was to work, and even though they trembled to avoid the invasion of the Imperial Guard, they did not cheer.

Everyone in the Skadi and Valhalla Combined Forces wasn't easy, and the metal city was so quiet that it was a little out of the ordinary.

It was just a radio from the second lieutenant who was far away at the base, a vague and short radio. "Boss, I've discovered one thing, someone from the Foundry World is here!"

Alan Baier was a little clueless, he sat in the Chimera and asked. "What casting world?"

The second lieutenant replied. "Mouse, I found out that the cultist has rats, I checked, that kind of creature is something that is often seen in the pipeline of the casting world, this world is too cold, there is no such mouse."

Alan Byr's thoughts paused briefly, and then a flintlock of his familiar depleted uranium flintlock pierced his car, brushing his cheek, a damned cultist with a Mechonia weapon in his hand, looking at the Imperial Guard tremblingly...

Next, the dense fire, enough to penetrate the fire of the Space Marines, when the weapons of the Mechonist and countless mortals, their power is extremely outrageous even if they are indiscriminate, Alan Bair commands the soldiers to hide behind Riemanus and the Poison Blade, and shouts at the same time. "Find cover!"

(End of chapter)