The gigantic dreadnought mech was being awakened by the apothecary, the two agony ancestors craving the blood of heresy after a short sleep, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard straightened their backs in the trenches, their guns resting on the trenches, motionless.

The entire camp was at war, and now it only took a confirmation from the reconnaissance force for them to move forward, Captain Tesker said, tapping on the undesirable metal table in the command vehicle. "Attacked, the enemy in Aquila Mountain was overwhelmed by a large number of zombies, although they managed to fight back in the end, but."

"It's close, fate is starting to get closer, whether it's taking down the orbital defenses or disrupting the enemy's rituals, this cultist is enduring the entire Destruction Eagle and the Loandes, and our victory is at hand."

"Sergeant, great Astarte, is there no news from your troops yet?"

Astarte, whose gigantic body was out of place, shook his head. "I don't believe they will fail, the officer of that team is a veteran, he has brought me into the team, and I have been serving for five hundred years!"

"But the reality is, my old captain, the legend of the Fourth Company, has been silent for two hours, what happened..."

They have become "blind" who have suddenly lost their sight with the most powerful eyeliner, they cannot search for the battlefield situation and specific information about the enemy, the shelling will be hindered, the enemy's dynamics can no longer be found clearly, what did the enemy do suddenly, how to move, and now do they need shelling?

Therefore, Captain Tesk's face was not good, the only way they could resist the enemy was those powerful shells, troops, and war engines, and he couldn't imagine how they could maintain this huge and brutal battlefield without the bright eyes of the reconnaissance troops.

But the person who is even more angry and worried than him is the Destruction Eagle, the real flesh and blood brother of those scouts, and if the situation in the command room spreads, then those angry Astartes will no longer be easy to control, and if they act aggressively, they may even affect the situation of the battle.

Although the Empire mostly acknowledges that the Space Marines can inflict heavy blows on the enemy, the essence of this war is to preserve the living force, interfere with the enemy, and attract firepower, which is destined to be passive and defensive, and the human heart has always been one of the considerations of command.

So they devised a set of instructions that were realistic enough, and thanks to many reconnaissances, they knew where the enemy's array was, and they could estimate that the terrain was suitable for an ambush, and they planned to open the mountain and artillery bombardment, and thus the heavy fire and the explosion of high-explosive shells of Imperial Honor opened the first chapter of the charge.

But things were always getting too fast, and the rapid telegram interrupted the commander's thoughts, and the captain turned on the communicator. "This is the Loande Infantry Headquarters and the Destruction Eagle Command Room, please report."

They replied in a loud voice with sadness. "The 10th Company of the Destruction Eagle, the 5th Reconnaissance Squad, private, Fran reports, the enemy has launched a charge, coming towards the position, and the officers of our unit have died to cover the retreat..."

Captain Teske saluted the Imperial Aquila and observed a moment of silence for the brave, but the sergeant who destroyed the Eagle smashed his fist down in excitement, and the tremendous force instantly made the dwarf and hurried, and only the metal table that could hold the map was dented.

"It's too much of a deception! Old Captain! "He is more ruthless than his father's enemy, after all, his biological father is emotionally indifferent, and as a superman, he won't care too much about mortals, but the old captain, a little bit, how many warriors have been cast for the Destruction Eagle in five hundred years?

But he kept his sanity, because the fourth company commander was in the core of the enemy, and he needed to calm down. "How many enemies are still stationed in the camp opposite?"

The Scout replied. "Probably, 3,000 people, two Levals, five Chimera armored vehicles, excluding artillery and armored troops, can also move 2,000 infantry."

"The company commander can't handle it." The sergeant replied.

"Yes, then our goal is to force out the remaining 2,000 infantry, obviously the intensity of the current war is not good, and to advance forward, to engage in a brutal field battle with the enemy, to force their support out..."Captain Teske sighed, and prayed inwardly to the Emperor for his sin, because he was going to send his comrades to hell.

Now the soldiers are lifting their spirits, dragging their tired and dry bodies forward, although their flesh and bones are defiled, their spirits will always be towards the Golden Throne, but it is the Space Marines who are faster and more powerful than them.

Those Astartes fought in skirmishers and squads, like steel needles in a netting of man, and the enemy was not useless.

When the soldiers climbed out of the trenches, the enemy's reconnaissance troops, those rune warriors quickly designed an artillery bombardment to feed back to the Imperial Guard, roaring, buzzing, buzzing, and at this moment people could understand what it meant to shake the ground.

But the living dead of Loande were not afraid, brandishing the bayonets in their hands, passing over the artillery fire and the torn bodies of their comrades, faith, stimulants, dopamine, every force you can imagine, all pushing them forward, because this was the last battle of the Loands.

And through the artillery fire, their enemies were even more terrifying, that were young men who were ready to attack, young men in the prime of life, fully armed, makeshift sandbags as cover, arranged in sequence, and on the hills were strange Levmanus tanks, more than ten on them, worth mentioning, all equipped with the Shatterer cannon, short and heavy monsters, and black muzzles.

It carries gunpowder, metal, that can kill many soldiers with a single shot, forcing through huge defenses like a giant engineering hammer.

In most cases, the Riemannus Ruth Smasher has only one mission, which is to approach the enemy's line of defense against enemy fire until it is within range of the main gun, and then destroy the enemy's buildings and bunkers with its huge cannonballs, so as to break through the enemy's defense line and siege the city.

Therefore, if the Imperial Guard wanted to maintain the battle line, it would have to break through the heavy armor of more than ten Riemanus, while at the same time fighting a ground field battle against a huge army that doubled its number.

But when the Imperial Guard soldiers saw the erased numbers and liveries on the metal engines, their anger suddenly came out, and a member of the heavy infantry regiment cursed. "It's Big Brother! ”

This is the affectionate name for Rimanus the Smasher within the Imperial Guard, and it also represents the fact that the Loand's 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment knows several behemoths here, because they are treasures plundered by cultists from their world!

However, they were also very aware of the shortcomings of the giant, according to visual inspection, they still need to cross several kilometers to reach, and according to the complex terrain and various obstacles on the battlefield, it will take them more than an hour to reach the battle line.

The heavy turrets and the successful delay of Riemanus' already inpowerful engine in order to carry more large ammunition, the Smasher heavy cannon was intended as a secondary cannon for the Imperial Poison Blade, that is, the super-heavy tank, and Riemanus had to pay enough price to use its power.

So, the Imperial Guard needs to guard, destroy, and create opportunities in artillery strikes and soldiers' hand-to-hand combat, and the biggest opportunity is obviously, the Space Marines...

And the front line situation report command, Captain Teske couldn't help wiping his sweat, as a commander, he knew very well that the terrible thing was not actually more than ten modified Riemanus, but in a short period of less than a day, transformed, no matter what way to mobilize 10 weapons against the battle situation.

This is basically impossible within the empire, even if there are enough weapons reserves in this world to complete, the huge legion system and the monopoly provided by various aspects, estrangement, the gap between the soldiers' arms, and the corruption within the ranks will delay time.

According to the reports of the survivors who returned from the reconnaissance unit, they had only experienced an assassination attempt or a change in the organizational system half a day ago, and after only such a short time, the entire unit had been transformed into an exclusive drill built for them, a buzzing killing machine...

But he also reacted quickly, giving orders, and the relevant units began to act according to the order, and the remaining three Levanus began to circle the flanks of the smasher tanks on the flanks with mobility, and hid outside their slightly worse range, while the Space Marines helped the soldiers gain an advantage in white-knuckle combat.

Then the Loande infantry, who were not afraid of death, fought against the rune heresy that was difficult to clean up quickly, and this matter changed from king to king, soldier to soldier, to Tian Ji horse race, using the strong to attack the weak, making the weak far-fetched.

However, there was a problem with the actual implementation on the battlefield, the frequency of the enemy's artillery fire was too high, and the infantry was delayed by the intense bombardment, although the losses were not visible, compared to the Imperial Guard's earth-shaking guns were much inferior in number and their non-toxic properties.

Theory is theory, after all, but such a command did provide a lot of ideas for the officers on the battlefield, and when the situation became anxious, several rapid artillery shells smashed into the enemy's infantry camp, which was the extremely accurate howitzer of the Riemanus.

The heavy machine guns and plasma weapons that threaten the Space Marines were emptied in an instant.

And the crew commander shouted over the radio. "Torn, torn!" His projectiles exploded violently, tearing apart the enemy's field defenses, and such an opportunity was quickly seized by the Space Marines, several soaring eagles pierced the sky, jumped backpacks and landed, and the landing of the Assault Star Marines was more deadly and terrifying than those few shells.

The enemy counterattacked, several heretics plucked up the courage to fight back against the Emperor Angel, and the assault forces appreciated its courage, but also, just appreciation, and the answer to them was not even a weapon, just the fist of a space marine.

Bang, click, the sound told the brave mortal what was going on, it was the muffled sound of flesh, then the click of broken bones, just a fist, his face was completely crushed flat, but death did not come as promised, it was a concussion, or a brain injury, it was not, but the greatest punishment given to him by the Space Marine.

He lost his combat effectiveness, his face was almost disabled, but instead of killing him, the iron fist caused his nasal passages to go wrong, his tongue became distorted, and after surviving, he could not taste or smell in this life.

It was a punishment, a mercy, and a curse, and then the enemy gathered, the warriors were incapable of continuing to be merciful, the chainsaw sword tore flesh and blood, and the enemy's artillery fire stopped because of fear of shooting at the comrades in the ranks.

In a rare opportunity, the Imperial Guard began to move forward, victory was not far away, and they had to put pressure on the enemy and invaders to achieve a precious victory.

Laser guns, lumberjacks, blasters, tactical squads and Imperial Guards staggered forward, plasma guns, blasters, lasers fired continuously, they had to capture the bunker and then rely on it to counterattack the enemy.

The enemy's headquarters was starting to get a little messy, but the leader of the Rune Warriors was not afraid, he tasted everything here, and it was important for him to enjoy the war.

He would also rejoice in the delight of the Chaos Gods, which had been carved into their bones and even overshadowed their own instincts.

He watched the strategic encirclement in the report being breached, they were losing their advantage but they were not restless, just said calmly.

"The third squad is going to block, and there is the third company."

It's very simple, the enemy grabs it back, the weak eat the strong, there is emptiness here then add troops, war is never complicated, it has always been so, it is a consumable game of two sides, but it consumes the loyal lives of countless men and women.

So the battlefield quickly became a meat grinder, new enemies, new support, the Imperial Guard got the defenses, and the enemy also wanted to defend the place made of sandbags, trenches, and various weapons, and did not bomb it.

The sergeant approached as part of a squad of tactical starmarines and said. "Dreadnought mechs go and clear the Levalus tanks on the flanks, the other Space Marines will be stationed here first, and we will start a war of attrition!"

The Chitose veteran of the Dreadnought replied. "Yes!" Then two massive Holy Engines began to buzz and drive its flesh forward, and with the help of several assault starmarine squads barely able to keep up with their speed, the two of them used their submachine guns, or large-caliber live machine guns, to strafe the infantry.

The Smasher Tank starts aiming from the Dreadnought's dead end, and its giant cannon has a range of a kilometer, but it is slow, and although the Dreadnought looks sluggish, it is never slow.

The body that was strafing the enemy suddenly turned 180 degrees, the mechanical organization clicked and roared, and the heavy hot melt gun in its right hand let out a strong roar as the ancestor charged at the enemy.

The heretic soldier shouted that he could not let Riemanus be destroyed, but was strangled by the frenzied chainsaw sword that followed the assault star soldier next to him with an extremely fast flight.

Dreadnought replied from the communicator. "Thank you, brothers." Then calmly raising his anger on behalf of the emperor, a fierce bright flash of light sprayed rapidly, he pointed his arm at the muzzle of the dreadnought, the hot melt beam burned the projectile, penetrated, melted, and then followed the equipment loop inside the cannon into the ammunition rack, and the crew members inside the Riemanus immediately crawled out of the emergency escape openings throughout the hull, and then were pointed at the muzzle of the Imperial Guard soldiers, executed.

The entire massive Levalus melted and burst, and at the same time made it clear that the first step of the war began, and the tone was biased in favor of the loyal.

(End of chapter)