A murder from cousins whom humans hate, or more accurately subhuman, except that most people think that the beastmen are far from the loyal Leicesters or Euglins, and that hatred of heresies is far more important than so-called blood kindreds in this twisted age.

After the declaration of war by the King of the Horns, and before the Imperial Guard could react, heavy projectiles or shell-throwing devices, commonly known as automatic guns, were fired from the rubble and the few throwing explosives filled with gunpowder.

However, it may be that the Purple Hand does not give the Beastmen too good weapons, this is a blessing in misfortune, if they have enough firepower, this ambush can cause the Imperial Guard to suffer heavy losses, on the contrary, even if the gun can hit the Imperial Guard, the carapace armor on their body can absorb most of the impact, although they will still bruise and break bones, but it is better than being disabled or dying.

Most of them were caught off guard, some of the soldiers were accurately hit in the head, the Beastmen's marksmanship was not bad, their natural night vision combined with the increasingly harsh firefights of the nest, and the marksmanship they had honed in the war showed a completely different strength than the mongrels with inferior weapons they had just wielded.

Although a direct hit to the head is not fatal with the help of Astarte-like terracotta steel armor and cushioned power units, the feeling is also similar to being hit hard with a hammer, which can be avoided, but the bruises cannot, the veterans can endure the pain, they raise their weapons to fight back, but at the same time, the debris from the explosion of explosives on the concrete ground, smoke, and vehicle tilting caused a lot of trouble.

It has to be said that the attack was a success, and the odds of being wounded were basically six out of ten people in the Imperial Guard were hit, and if it was considered critical, then three or four people should have died.

If the enemy's weapons were a little better, if the enemy had more explosives, then the Imperial Guard would inevitably be hit hard, and secondly, those wounds would not disappear after the battle, and the Emperor's painkillers would not be able to supply so many people anytime and anywhere, but even this is a blessing in misfortune.

It's just that at this moment, heavy firepower and large-caliber automatic weapons can still penetrate most of the unarmored Heraxler tracked vehicles that bear most of the cargo and personnel, and any material damage caused by those bastard beasts to the Imperial Guard is quite disgusting, here, a blaster is transported in it requires countless sacrifices, fuel, if calculated according to the price, the cost of a box of several throne coins, then it will cost dozens of throne coins to the battlefield!

Although the explosive bomb is not easy to detonate, and the ammunition box is also explosion-proof and bulletproof, the crude automatic gun copper bullet will probably lose most of its power when it reaches it, but it cannot withstand the loss of food, medicine, and good things such as clothes and cloth in the car.

Secondly, under the suppression of the fire, the beastmen began to leave their positions, and instead of sticking to their places, the strongest part of them left the bunkers, because as long as the Imperial Guard reacted, it was only easy to exterminate them, and in order to be effective, almost 40 percent of the beastmen, the sturdy horns, crawled out of the bunkers of the ruined houses, armed with tattered machetes or brandished their horns.

Such vigorous and resolute tactics require a high level of unity of thought and tactics among the soldiers, and at the same time they avoid the core combat power positions of the Imperial Guard, namely the Stormtroopers and Katachans, as well as the Space Marines, who can rely on shooting to help other troops, but they are small in number, and it is difficult to form an overwhelming advantage, and they can only give the inner circle of the crew peace of mind.

And the moment those horned beasts began to charge, most of the veterans didn't realize it, until the giant ramming horn slammed into its owner in a bent and charging state, but it was difficult to shoot back before the enemy's fire was suppressed, and the fragile shell of Hercules' tracked car was instantly pierced.

Although the veterans consciously dodged, the horned beasts were followed by their companions stepping on giant horns and inserting them into the body of their fellow car, using them as a ladder to step into the interior of the wagon, and it was difficult for the Imperial Guard soldiers to fight them in the narrow area, even if they were better equipped, they would inevitably be struck like a hammer by a powerful machete or axe.

The Imperial Guard's bayonets were of little use against their heavy fur, and the power scythe was too wide to fit into the narrow space here, and only the chainsaw sword or single-molecule saber in the officer's hand could kill a few thugs.

It's just that the equipment gap is still difficult to make up, but although most of the blood is leaked by the beastmen, they also have a clear goal, just resist the attack, take out the supplies inside the truck, and throw them out, and then some of the compatriots who respond will pick up the food, ammunition, and medicine and run out.

Such an attack was rather clumsy, but for the current Imperial Guard, it was the equivalent of salt in a wound, unable to endure this, the Skadian knew best what it was like to be without supplies, and the soldier called Old Joe finally killed a beastman with a bayonet, his sharp blade plunged right into his neck, and blood spurted and sprinkled on his dark green carapace armor, making it look like a demon.

He erected the body from the car's hull and blocked it behind the battered truck rail, using it as extra cover to prevent it from being shot, while raising his weapon. "Damn heretics, shoot, kill those bastards!"

The other veterans probably did the same, not so much because they learned, but because most of them thought of it, and many of them even did it with the bodies of their fallen companions, even though they were still drinking and talking a few minutes ago, but there were not many dead people, and there were more dead beastmen, and they had to use their lives to make tickets when they climbed into the Imperial Guard's car.

Death, bursts, and body collapses could not stop the beastmen from taking the supplies like a relay of life, and when many veterans couldn't help but want to get out of the car, they received a communication. "That's enough, poor Kou Mo Chase, the next task is to cover the elite troops to open the door, although those supplies are a pity, but you can't ignore the core strategic objectives for them."

The second lieutenant's voice stopped the farce, and the beastmen in the distance began to flee from the great losses, and the Imperial Guard had at most a dozen or so soldiers, although many were wounded, but they were only the bruises of the veterans of the Skady Fourth Regiment from projectiles or beatings, and the enemy had two thousand large horns torn to pieces.

It's hard to say that they won, and it can't be said that the Imperial Guard did a good job, and the main forces of the war changed after the soldiers were shoddy with painkillers or anti-inflammatory drugs.

In the command vehicle, the second lieutenant analyzes the situation of the attack. "According to the statistics of the loyal heirs of each company, 30 percent of the supplies were taken away by those disgusting animals, and it is the first time I have seen such a battle, not to seize the enemy and destroy more living forces, but to see the materials in the open air as if I had red eyes!"

Most of the supplies of the Imperial Guard are in temporary camps, and the weapons and equipment are inside the Chimera armored vehicles, and this time they have lost a total of more than 100 deflagration guns and projectiles, as well as a lot of food and medicine, but it is far from hurting the muscles and bones, and the soldiers have lost even less, compared to the more painkillers that have been injected in!

And the strange attack of the enemy puzzled the other officers, and they talked for a long time, some said that it was to consume them, some said that the beasts were just bandits, but the wild snakes spoke. "Open the door first, there are still hundreds of beastmen stationed on the watchtower, and there are many trenches on both sides, the enemy has not completely retreated, call the soldiers on both sides to cover, and then break through the gate, we will go to the camp first, and my organization will replenish the losses there, although I am not rich, but I can barely ensure that the soldiers are fed and clothed."

His tone returned to the gentleness and calmness of his always, and more elusive, but the words were not rough, and the metal gate was still the core issue of the Imperial Guard.

When the mobile group loses mobility, the vehicle becomes a burden, otherwise the veterans would never be so embarrassed, coupled with the speed of the enemy's attack, and deliberately bypassing the position of Katachan and the Space Marines, it is obvious that the Imperial Guard has been observing for a long time.

It's just that they can't think about this matter for a long time, the main goal at the moment is to get out of here, and God knows what demons and monsters are waiting for this disgusting nest.

Soon, in the mission scheduling of the upper level, Astarte and Katachan also have a new mission, Astarte jumps up the tower with a flying backpack to clear the beastman mongrels in it, Katachan breaks away from the hull and presses forward, and the Chimera armored car forms a road in the form of a moving base.

Of course, there were remnants of the Beastmen who tried to climb through the Chimera armored car, and many of them succeeded because of their fearless nature, but Katachan easily heard the movements, and then opened fire on it with a blaster shotgun, instantly tearing a path of flesh and blood, and the whole huge bighorn suddenly cracked like a fragile pudding.

The Katachans and the Space Marines were paired with each other, the Beastmen were falling like raindrops on the rough watchtowers, most of them were sliced by the chainsaw, the pieces fell to the ground, and the hearts of the Horned Beasts, which listened to the roars of the communicators, the intermittent, chaotic reports of war, the words that humans probably didn't understand, but for it those words were its home language.

It listened to the communicator, the roar inside was intermittent and painful, for the beastmen, the elite of the empire was not a demon? It gripped the clever and small communicator microphone for a long time, only to silence after the rapid sound of chainsawing.

But instead of being weighed down by the pain, it smiled strangely and humanly, and it spoke. "My lord, my lord." Its prayers are in human language, and how elegant its tone is, how much it resents human beings, simply because Gothic has an advantage in being listened to by its masters.

Probably because of the resentment that comes with which it speaks, its soul is like a shining lamp in those emotions, which makes its owner very fond of it, and it is also its disgust that makes its soul favored by the Lord of Change, and its prayers are continuous.

"All things are changeable, human nature and hearts are mysterious, you have seen everything, you understand all things, you have given me grace, you praise my desires, you have done great things for me, I praise, the Lord of all changes, your honor, your light, so far, I have eaten all my kindred, tasted all the despair and pain."

It bowed its head like a martyr, its sins could not be cleared, this war, it sent tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of compatriots who could only fight, meaningless death, only in exchange for the trust of the gods, an imperial resource, a mercy of the purple hand.

It makes the warriors fight with broken copper and iron, it makes the compatriots die with false fates and slogans, so far, the traitorous horn is worthy of the name for its own people and for the empire, after all, the person who deceives himself, why is not a person who is changeable?

But, ironically, everything it does now is for its homeland, those high-calorie supplies of the Imperial Guard can raise better horned beasts, those powerful imperial weapons, ammunition, and medical can help them occupy more resources in the lower nest, in this dark hell, if it wants to survive, it must stand on the mountain of corpses and blood of countless compatriots.

At this point, the number of local beastmen has been greatly reduced, and they have been given a lot of supplies and resources, living space, and after this operation, they can choose elite strategies to create a force that is enough to dominate the lower echelons.

Before this time, they would lose all of their previous high-value territories due to this attack, but fortunately, the beastmen were able to endure the extremely hostile environment, and the death of a large number of other tribes left many of the lower levels and border areas of the hive to be empty.

That's right, it has calculated that it will use a hundred years, a war, an opportunity to fight for a great future for its children, and even in a few hundred years, it can invade the interior of the Engili spaceport, occupy it, and fly the sea of stars, and it does not need the Imperial Guard to die here, but it needs them to win, defeat the purple hand, obtain a power vacuum, and give them time to recuperate.

And it won't overdo the Imperial Guard's losses, but the show is well done, and there is no doubt that the Purple Hand will praise them, and then give them more rewards like dog bones, plus the loot of this war, the Beastmen will be enough to survive the Imperial Guard's purge and population winter.

Once again, they would crouch in the shadows, seen as a rabble, and then, millennia later, the Empire's cousins would relent, and so would the herds.

Its eyes glowed like a demon, and in this dark millennium, the threat was not only traitors, aliens, mutations, but also all sorts of unexpected and seemingly weak things, but for the billions of people who lived here, it was enough to destroy their fragile lives in an instant.

This is the future of humanity that the gods are looking forward to, and hope can come, but there will always be only temporary peace.

(End of chapter)