As the expeditionary legions advanced, the traitor forces retreated, most of whom believed they had lost their advantage and withdrew from the castle starport, while countless ships were destroyed by the loyal ships of the Empire, and beautiful flames spread across the void.

Eventually, with a small amount of resistance still present, the 143rd Partoria Regiment, the 36th Partoria Regiment, the 17th Infantry Regiment of Valea, the 1st Armored Regiment of Edion, and the 1st Panlan Armored Regiment stormed the impregnable fortress of Udon in the afternoon.

For more than two months since the start of the war, the Revenge Expeditionary Army has been on the offensive side, and the Militilia rebels have preferred to hold their ground and conduct defensive operations, and have not taken offensive action except for launching counterattacks to regain lost territory when necessary, or carrying out surprise attacks on the lines of the expeditionary army.

But just after such a sacrifice from the aliens, the strategic situation changed, and when Colonel Lane's Partolia's 143rd Army approached the second line of defense from the north, it would encounter the enemy's first offensive since the start of the battle.

What followed was the high precision strike of the intense armored forces and the current state of the Void Battleship's Destruction Shield, and the traitors were surprised that their trusty Governor did not activate their weapons, and in a matter of moments, many commanders realized that the sluggishness of the previous equipment was not an illusion.

The "rumors" of the Governor's death burned like wildfire in the parched steppes, destroying the will and aspirations of most of the traitors, crushing what little hope they had left, and if they had won before, they would still be superior with the help of the Governor, but now all that awaited them was death and the merciless judgment of the Empire.

It can even be said that the defection caused by the morale problem is greater than the loss of living force in the attack of the Imperial Guard, and if they had stuck to their posts and fired at least a few shots to resist, the war would not have gone so smoothly.

Finally, during the bombardment, the seemingly impregnable walls of adamantite collapsed, and Colonel Lane sent an order to rest, and the soldiers were relieved, surrounded by armored vehicles, accompanied by Riemanus, Chimera, petrified lizards, hydras, and many other "demons and monsters" that kept them safe.

Now that the walls of Adamantite were in rubble, and the towering and formidable orbital defenses had been dismantled by the angels with heat melt and bombs, victory was so on hand that the Imperial Guard soldiers began to joke that the enemy would be able to hold out for days, or hours.

It's not that they are arrogant, but this war is indeed easier than they imagined, they don't know the efforts of the officers, and they don't know the help of the aliens, they only feel that this operation is devastating, vigorous, and those traitors are even more vulnerable.

For the first time, they felt the battlefield in the manual of the Ministry of War, easy, with very few deaths, and war seemed to be a matter of course, although the soldiers were still vigilant.

But when the Subhuman Auxiliary Regiment brought a cauldron full of aroma, the soldiers were already salivating over the hot stew that humans should eat, small amounts of cod meat, vegetables, starch crops, proteins, starches, vitamins.

Pick up pots and pans, and some people even use helmets to pick them up, no one cares too much on the battlefield, and even many people think that dandruff is also a kind of seasoning.

The hungry and dilapidated soldiers, who had made a forced march in the afternoon and witnessed the bombardment of warships and tanks, had nothing to fault with them.

As the saying goes, they are not as good as the vagabonds, and in retrospect, they may not be as good as the stray dogs.

In the commanding Salamander tank, Colonel Ryan watched the trenches they crossed, Partoria's soldiers were methodically cleaning up the brutal battlefield here, death and collapse seemed worthless to those Predators, and unlike their gorgeous appearance, they were disciplined and not afraid of death, although they were not as famous as Krieger, they were also the backbone of the empire.

The soldiers came with hot soup, and Colonel Ryan leaned out of the top of the tank, holding the dog-like iron bowl and slowly stirring its interior with a spoon that was easily broken from the garbage of the Empire.

The meat, ingredients, both in quality and quantity, are better than ordinary soldiers, but they are only at the normal level, which is still the level after Alan Baier, the Sun Lord took over the agricultural world, which is embarrassing.

The war was left in a mess, wearing a red and white military uniform like a dress, Colonel Ryan sat on top of the salamander tank with great impropriety, which was something that the noble boy would never do before, at least the engine oil had made his gorgeous military uniform dirty.

His adjutant asked. "My lord, do you regret joining the expedition?"

Colonel Ryan shook his head. "I just think that the meat steak and red wine that I was tired of eating before should only be kept until now and distributed to the soldiers who fought bloodily."

"Just give me those cod soups, I don't need so many goodies, I'm just moving my mouth in the back." He sighed, as the new commander, he relied on his relationship with the Sun Lord to achieve a position that even the Admiral did not necessarily have.

Those who don't like him will also shut up and disappear, and his family will rest easy for the next few hundred years or even entire millennia, because he is the "friend" of the supreme ruler of the Astral Army and the reserve member of the High Lords' Council.

At least comrades-in-arms...

This makes him not used to it, he is not a rice bucket, but now he is a little dependent on such a thing as a person to ascend to heaven...

The pride in his bones made him not tolerate this, but his powerlessness on the battlefield seemed to prove it, he was not as good as the hero of the Destroying Eagle, nor as good as Kane, and there was very little he could do now.

"How's the Master Chief doing?" He asked.

The adjutant replied inside the salamander. "Still on standby on the wall that hasn't completely collapsed, we've established radio communications, and he feels that the world isn't completely safe yet."

The Colonel scooped up the last bite of food. "Intuition? It's hard to assess their vigilance, okay, call the soldiers to get up, the war is starting again. ”

The adjutant turned on the radio at this moment, but before he could speak, a familiar voice spoke. "Colonel, this is the Destruction Eagle, the enemy is coming..."

Colonel Ryan asked incredulously. "Directions?"

Master Chief replied. "38 o'clock."

The colonel picked up his binoculars, and the slightly noisy dust and black smoke from the fuel were already indicative of the situation.

Although the rebels had abandoned the northern line of defense and the entire perimeter wall without firing a single shot, they had organized an armored unit in the area between the northern line and the core line.

That's right, the rebels have assembled a sizable armored reserve in the 1st settlement of the castle, with a large number of Riemanus main battle tanks, Chimera armored personnel carriers, salamander self-propelled guns and griffon self-propelled heavy mortars and their crews specially preserved, concentrated here, ready to counterattack the revenge expeditionary group.

For some reason, the rebels, who had previously seemed to be lost dogs, seemed to have suddenly made up their minds to strike them hard while the group army had left the fortified trenches and rested in the open field.

Now that the Partolians had taken up their temporary positions, the forward observation posts in the area reported hearing a large number of enemy vehicles moving and, in testing the enemy's intentions, the enemy was bombarded with increased interference, apparently to prevent reconnaissance operations.

The colonel thought that the rebels might launch a counterattack in a local area, so he replenished the forward wing, rested and adjusted, and prepared to order all the troops to be on standby for battle at night.

But now, the soldiers quickly dug a new trench (which was only shallow for the most part) and had laser rifles ready to face the traitors.

The first to arrive were the artillery shells of the rebels. First, test projectiles fell in all directions, and then concentrated fire poured on the positions of Partoria's 143rd Regiment, and the barrage hit like a stormy wave.

Heavy shells mixed with smoke bombs emitted thick white smoke that obscured the entire battlefield, and the enemy launched the first wave of attacks under the cover of smoke screens.

The traitor drivers stepped on the gas pedal and the tanks and armored personnel carriers ran over the rugged ruins, while behind them, the stars were just about to set, and the bright moon rose a miserable white light behind the dust kicked up by the attackers.

When the rebel attack formation reached the defensive position, the enemy was shelling stopped,

As the vehicles approached, the sound of their engines piercing through the smoke and dust, sounding like a blacksmith from hell had opened.

The tanks bombarded the forward trenches, and the shells exploded one after another in the crowded trenches, blowing out bloody wounds one by one.

The whole line was in a hurry, everywhere it was reported that tanks and Chimera armored personnel carriers had been spotted, and the enemy troops were advancing step by step, and their infantry jumped from the Chimera and tanks, shouting blasphemous slogans, bayonets, axes and machetes in their hands, and rushed at the Imperial soldiers in spite of everything.

The troops responded with laser rifles, heavy machine guns, and heavy explosive rounds, with the help of their own armor, but when the rebel tanks fired into the trenches, the trenches were blown up in an instant, and tons of earth collapsed, burying the entire squad alive inside.

The rebels tore through the gaps and hunted in groups like wolves, bullets and tank shells swept across the ground, as many of the Imperial engines were destroyed by the traitors and smoke rose from the suddenness of the attack.

"Damn, can the armored regiment fight back?" The loss made Colonel Ryan sad, to the effect that it was poison, no doubt poison, but he was even more suspicious of who had made those traitors have the idea of resisting, and that the things that had fled in disarray before would never have been so bold in attack.

Partoria's legions and traitors had already come to an end, their overwhelming morale and will to crush the cultists with a uniform attack, and the Imperial Guard had no respite when the opposing side gave up the artillery bombardment and hoped to rely on the infantry to seize the defensive line.

But the large number of Riemanus was still the hatred of the Imperial Guard, and the trenches were useless against the heavy main guns of the main battle tanks, only to choose between machine guns and burial.

The enemy's core firepower was bombarded by the Imperial Guard's armored forces, and the suppressive force of the massive petrified lizards and griffons propelled guns made it impossible for the huge armored forces to even adjust the axles.

"Armored troops, get moving!" Colonel Ryan cursed, but when the high-explosive stuff fell next to him, he didn't have the time to complain, and it was clear that the Imperial Guard had been pulled into an abrupt war environment, and the enemy's morale had been well restored.

Such an unexpected surprise caught the Imperial Guard off guard, this is a casting world, and the firepower accumulated by the Governor is now fully used, and in the face of such a war, the number of people actually doesn't matter.

But there were no reinforcements, he had to hold his position with the forces at his disposal, and he was not allowed to retreat, but the pressure on the 1st Army was increasing, and Colonel Lane knew very well that once the trenches were breached, he could only retreat, or directly face the spearhead of the enemy army.

All he could do now was to carefully preserve the few armored companies that had not yet been engaged, and prepare to quickly establish a new line of defense around his command tanks.

But neither the Imperial Guard nor the traitors thought that in addition to them, there was a unit in this world that could decide the fate of the war, and the roar of the jetpack was like the loud voice of a falcon to illuminate the entire battlefield, and some soldiers couldn't help but look up, it was dozens of giants like angels in mythology descending from the sky.

However, the Destruction Eagle did not land next to the Imperial Guard, but directly to the heart of the enemy, and after a frantic long-range raid, the jetpack spanned the entire battlefield in two minutes, and the terrifying mobility of any mortal army was unmatched, and how vulnerable the war machine was to Astarte if it was not buried inside the artillery trenches.

They were destined to be used as soon as the Emperor designed this particular unit, the armoured vehicles began to withdraw, and some of the infantry who remained in the area began to fight back, but the only thing that could be done to them was the sound of explosive shells.

It's hard to describe a war, the giants raise their arms, seemingly silent, but the division of labor is clear, and the explosive bombs instantly destroy the heavy machine guns that threaten them, and then the annoying traitors.

It's hard to imagine how those huge arms can swing so fast that there is an afterimage that even the best Imperial Guard soldiers would have to aim for about half a second to do so, and they are like pulling the trigger without aiming at it, and the traitor's weapons and explodes are already exploding.

"Clear the area, destroy the high-value enemy, hurry up, prepare the jetpack, and move to the other side of the enemy artillery fire area after the clearance is completed." The Master Chief gave the order, and the fearsome warriors did not hesitate to fulfill their duties, and after the hot melt bombs and bright flashes, the engines of war turned into scrap metal and magma.

The suppression of the artillery fire was reduced, the engine of the Imperial Guard began to turn the muzzle, and things suddenly turned around, which is also the power of the Space Marines, but when the demigods activated the jets and prepared to attack the enemy troops on the other side, the super heavy tank called Yug poked out its beast-like head, and the twisted main cannon between the Zerg and the genetic monster spit out a thick fog like insecticidal spray, and attacked the Destruction Eagle.

(End of chapter)