Soldiers hide in a sandbag inlay fortress like a child hiding in a fragile thing made of cardboard shells or planks to hide from the haze or thunder and lightning of his own fear, or the discordant family or anything else that is enough to suffocate the child.

Of course, Loand's soldiers weren't children, and the sandbag forts weren't all that sturdy, except that in the stormy war, those things might not even be as good as wooden boards or cardboard boxes.

Ironically, such a "castle" has become such a hot and precious thing, so that the people who are still alive are constantly possessing, robbing, and fighting for it, and thinking about it this way, it is actually very much like two groups of children fighting over their own hobbies and ideas.

It's just that now it seems that this fight is bigger in scale, more intensively planned, and it will really kill people, but maybe this is the essence of civilization, the essence of war, people have never changed since they were born, and they can hunt other people for insignificant materials, because we don't feel the pain of others.

However, such heretical thoughts did not stay in the head of a private in Loande for a very long time, and the reason was simple, her complex thoughts made her move slowly, and her head was groggy because of lack of oxygen, so she was cranky, gave up her faith, and was vigilant, so she hissed at her comrades, "Grenade, jump out of the trench!" She wondered if she was right, if the war was naïve, and whether the emperor would approve of it.

Then, bang, snap, sandbags, flesh, shreds, and her thoughts scattered all over the floor, and then the others almost pointlessly picked up more sandbags, built new walls, and went on the usual game of "build sandbags, keep the castle, and kill the kids on the other side".

This is not uncommon on the battlefield, but the root cause is that the long war has left her mentally debilitating, she cannot concentrate, many thoughts are lost, and she must have been a great soldier before.

Now, such a situation began to hit the entire front, with countless jets, explosions, and roaring earth-shaking cannons and their firing of scorching high-explosive ammunition, all day without sleep.

The plant-starved surface had relied on equipment or imported ships for oxygen, but heretical attacks halted those things and depopulated them, but after a month, the already thin air was finally starved by the heat of weapons and the heavy breathing of soldiers.

It's fine not to move, but tens of thousands of adults gather here to play the most brutal game in history, and every breath, every shot, every time you set the soil on fire, you feel suffocated.

The long-term weak lack of oxygen caused all kinds of problems for the soldiers, and the enemy was similar, and the death of the entire battlefield became dense, according to the time of Terra, it was only about three hours into the afternoon, and the last two Imperial Guard regiments of the Loands, the 154th Infantry Regiment of the Loande Land and the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of the Loand, had no possibility of re-replenishment and reorganization.

They have lost more than two-thirds of them, and according to the historical experience of human warfare, they should have collapsed, and you can imagine that when your comrades-in-arms, friends, and even your father and brother who joined the army with you, all died from artillery fire or a single shot, and fell to the ground with a bloody hole in their heads, and their bodies were cold, who else could hold on?

They showed a sturdiness beyond mortal forces, and even the Astartes of the Destroying Eagle couldn't help but look sideways, a quality that can only be found in the eye-catching Astral Army soldiers that the Empire celebrates for them, such as the famous Valhalla Legion, the Krieg Legion, the Kadia Blitz Army, or the Mecha Honda who have been beaten into a large number of psychic and control drugs, the Mechachanist Hongzhi.

Thus, the suffering came to the enemy, and during this period of war, the heretics relied on a large number of people to gain an advantage, but the number of people not only represented strength, but also a burden on the requirements of the command class.

The successive defeats of the heresy had shaken their morale, and now they had once again encountered a hard bone, and under the lack of oxygen and the shaking of faith, the troops of the former Imperial Guard, or pdf, had finally fallen into a state of passive slackening after losing 40 percent of their troops.

There are no deserters just because they have nowhere to run, and if they are seen to hesitate at all, they are rewarded with a shot from the automatic gun that has been fired and thrown into the shell, a hot projectile that sinks into his head and chews his consciousness.

However, violence soon became ineffective, and death did not keep the soldiers going, and the commanders encountered quite serious problems, and for the first time found that faith could not motivate the soldiers to continue shooting.

The adjutant, not the commander-in-chief, repeatedly emphasized his identity, while the general one groveled like an adjutant, but most of the sane officers saw him, and the bright red lines on the warrior with the binoculars on the body of the Levanus were clear, he was born for war, and was strictly forbidden to join the officer class.

While the soldier's negative intelligence had reached his ears, many still did not understand why he was so, calm, and even a little, indifferent.

"My lord, we don't have time, either retreat and regroup, or the whole army will be annihilated, the enemy, those believers of the Corpse Emperor are simply crazy, no matter the cost!"

"One of my grenadier regiments attacked the slope where the enemy was stationed, it was normal at first, and very quickly, the enemy lost more than half, then two-thirds, and then almost all of them, but there were still people shooting?!"

"Until they delayed until another squad came over, and the crossfire, so that only twenty people, routed my elite!"

"I can't believe it, they are like machines, venting their fire on my troops, their morale is a bottomless pit, they can unscrupulously invest in the living for a very small advantage, are those guys the believers of the Corpse Emperor? They are brainwashed! ”

This heretical officer who believed in the Lord of the Plague couldn't help but curse about it, he had never seen such a unit, he didn't have much experience, the veterans didn't have it, the equipment was not good, but the will to fight was so terrible.

They were thus able to break up large forces, and a standard company could be divided into more than ten infantry units, with a minimum of twelve men per team, and could be stationed in an area without supervision.

In contrast, their troops need at least company-level squads to maintain basic combat effectiveness, and without the projectiles of the overseers, those people will immediately become passive.

This is the case in war, and to be able to disassemble troops means to have more and more firepower points, more and more flexible deployments, and larger defense lines, and at the same time represent more powerful deployment capabilities and morale.

The Loanders are well aware of the ravines, trenches, and terrain here, many of whom have served here, and the Anti-Orbit Fortress is clearly a treasure of the Imperial Guard, so the enemy can always accurately grasp the defensive position, fight high and low, and draw with danger.

Those heretics are miserable, and now, the real commander, the one who has taken everything he needs, put down the binoculars. "I know, you summed it up well, but as a soldier, you haven't seen the beast struggling to die, so of course you'll be afraid."

"What do you mean?" The officer who asked the question did not understand and would not understand, and the hunter answered. "The Loanders are dying, that's why they're strong, and normally the way to deal with it is to wait, but we don't have time."

"Secondly, another way is underway."

His words led the officers to look into the inconspicuous corners of the battlefield, and the way to do it was to give the beasts enough lethal attacks, so his friends and relatives had set out, and it was a rather terrifying unit in terms of experience and equipment, and the light infantry seemed silent on the huge battlefield.

They are approaching the core of the battlefield, and they are going to insert the fortress made of sandbags to interrupt the transportation capacity of the enemy's core and the place for the soldiers to rest, so as to kill the prey completely, just like the things they do again and again in order to survive, only this time for the sake of faith, it is also a special pleasure.

Silently, prostrate with their bodies, dodging firing or reconnaissance in those flaming shells and bullets, it has to be said that they are professional and qualified as soldiers, even the most sensitive bird divination instruments of the Star Marines will be dissipated because of the special gifts of their bodies, they are hunters, and they are the most terrifying hunters born in this forty thousand years.

They climbed to the heights, where the Imperial Guard was stationed, and the soldiers of Loander watched vigilantly all around them, but there was only one squad, whose goal was death, and then report the arrival of the enemy before death, and their presence was a bell that could make a sound, which was sad and lamentable.

And those bloody hunters had prepared the means at the beginning, projectile aiming, and the scouts, who were strictly protected, carried large radios on their backs in rudimentary places, because they did not believe that anyone could climb silently to this place where there was only one road.

But the rune warriors could sense the faint future, they saw the situation early, and relied on their transcendent skills and abilities to lock on to the Imperial Guard, whose death was not yet clear, and after the rapid firing, the muzzles of those guns were scorching, leaving a mess.

The Imperial Guard was caught off guard, the flames burned the bodies of many people, but the small squad of only twelve people did not scream, and the messenger immediately pressed the button in his hand, but the premeditated enemy had already smashed the entire communication backpack and killed the communication soldier's brothers at the same time.

When the Signal Soldier sees the abominable people approaching, he picks up his automatic gun and shoots, but before the trigger can be pulled, his head melts before he can shout a roar, and the loyalists are gone, the Golden Throne will take their souls, and the betrayer will mourn in the terrible subspace.

The body of the fallen messenger slowly fell to the ground, and a rock was silently squeezed down, rolling down the steep hillside, which was harmless, but it hit a steep hillside, but the place was not smashed sound, just a muffled pop.

One of the scouts, Astarte, lifted his head, almost one with the rocks, covered in camouflage, looked at the brutes with resentment, and bowed his head again, reporting to someone he could trust.

But the enemy doesn't know it, or is it their gods who have made a mistake?

"When I arrive, I can smell the smell of those people, the smell of the corpse emperor of their faith." The soldier who led the team said that this elite force of 200 men was all the core force that the entire heretical army could mobilize, and there were many powerful individual explosives, and its goals could be imagined.

They are vicious things, poking their bodies out of the hillside, and below there are many wounded in addition to the soldiers of the normal war, who are dying and being treated by field doctors, hoping to return to the battle line, and this has become the continuation of the Imperial Guard, and as long as this field project can be operated, their morale will not be low, because there is still hope.

"Aim, watch, attack the enemy's core area." The quiet, deadly madmen raised their weapons and fired downward in two rows, one kneeling and one standing up.

"Ready!" The captain shouted, but the buzzing voice interrupted his words, a violent hurricane swept across his cheek, and a Thunderhawk gunboat, slowly lifting its massive mech, carrying a massive metal engine called a dreadnought, the Destruction Eagle Sergeant looked angrily at the heretics.

His mind was full of thoughts of the 10th Company being killed by those guys for the old captain of the 4th Company's reconnaissance unit, as Astarte, emotions should not interfere with him, but this time, he wanted to amplify his emotions and let the hurricane blow through and destroy the enemies of the Empire.

"Captain—" he clenched his fist and shouted to the driver. Shoot, empty the bombs! ”

The flames of the empire were launched, and the sound was deafening, even the essence of runic heretics was a mortal fetus, and this was the revenge of the Destruction Eagle for those heretics, since they dared to declare war, they should pay the relevant price for declaring war on Astarte, the most powerful in the empire.

In an instant, those mighty warriors turned into blood, and many could not shout their fearful voices or pray to the plague lord, because the bombs exploded too quickly, and the sergeant major only silently watched the brutal slaughter, and when the round of projectiles was poured, he raised his weapon to replenish the heretic who still had breath.

The old ancestor who was dropped under the Thunderhawk gunboat shouted. "Ha, heretical blood, full of ground, how beautiful, enemies of the Empire, enemies of the Emperor, all deserve to die, die quickly!"

"Boy, according to the original plan, pull me to Riemanus, I'm going to perform a craniotomy on the heretic cannon!"

The sergeant nodded. "May the original body bless us, if it wasn't for the reconnaissance team to find out about the situation this time, we wouldn't have found out about this attack..."

"And come up with this terrible tactic, those heretics, damn it."

Revenge, revenge begins, this is the greatest act of violence in human civilization, the incomparable hatred brought about by war is a nightmare focused under the loss of time and actual death, revenge, tooth for tooth, this is not good, this is not right, this will make the heretical gods stronger, this will make the universe darker.

But in this terrible day, in a terrible era, in the universe at the end of the 40th millennium of human civilization without light, a tooth for a tooth is the only way out.

(End of chapter)