Dozens of heavy Rand raiders were shattered and dozens of brothers died, and the Imperial Guard's shelling took only a few hours, but it caused huge losses not seen in hundreds of years by the Red Pirates, nearly half of the Star Marine company was killed, and resentment and hatred ran rampant throughout the legion.

On a vast plain of muddy soil, the mighty Legion of Doom is ready to attack, and the Red Pirate Champion returns with his own team, and he is met with the cold eyes of many warriors.

Because the Red Pirate Champion's act of sparing mortals displeased some of the warriors, this stupid, ridiculous act could have caused them to lose hundreds of brothers. Praid, however, forgave him, because it was ultimately his obsession.

Secondly, this huge army could not rely on force to impress the champions of other brothers, the lack of any establishment was fatal to a legion like the Red Pirates that lacked management ability, and at the same time, he was reluctant to let this brother die by the rules of the legion.

And the champion warriors got down on one knee. "My brother, I made a stupid decision."

"But this is for the sake of your faith and the gods, only this time, exceptionally, continue to move forward." Oneeus. Praid's words surprised the champions, but they acquiesced to it. Praid is now even more worried about how he will need to deal with the Imperial Guard's last line of defense.

According to current intelligence, the fortress also has more than a dozen heavy artillery pieces, petrified lizard self-propelled guns, and lion-tailed scorpion missile vehicles, while a large number of armored units are intact, nearly 100 space marines of the Destroying Eagle are stationed, and several Imperial infantry regiments.

Although they are not inferior to the Empire in frontal forces, if they continue to fight like this, there will be few troops left after defeating the Red Pirates, and they need to occupy this fortress, so they must try to maintain enough troops......

He had terrible thoughts in his heart, and this incident would also cause this nest to fall into chaos, but it could easily break down the impregnable battle line, and he asked the mortals to prepare the apothecary Gared's injections, as well as the gas grenade, even if the nest was completely torn apart, he would use the minimum number of people to break the mortal defenses.

His superhuman vision saw the illusory outline of a distant fortress in the distance, like a dream, for him, this war was a dream, and he was going to win, he had to win.

And those Imperial Guards, after the unstoppable rout, held a short funeral, which is extremely difficult, very rare, in the extreme situation of the battlefield, even the death of the commander has no time to mourn, and the emotions of the people have turned into meaningless fragments of symbols in this long man-made catastrophe.

The funeral was the only one for Astarte, who had saved tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers with his life, and all of them were silent, but only for three seconds, and a simple mound of clothes made of weapons and building materials, and even his comrades were unable to worship him because of the severe defensive tasks.

This ritual is more of a self-comfort, trying to use a clumsy ritual to fight for the poor soul of the loyal man who was taken away by the lord of the brass throne, but the effect is probably conceivable.

In addition to the brigadier general of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Gray Gallon, who had returned to the stronghold at full speed, this time there was also the commander of the 4th Company of the Destruction Eagle, the tall giant standing next to him like a giant statue in ancient Greece, witnessing how mortals planned their defenses.

The officers were talking and communicating, they were in a mess, the enemy had arrived in front of them, except for the current fortress, they had no more defense, in the face of tens of thousands of cultists, thousands of space marines, no one dared to say that they were absolutely confident that they would survive, even the officers here.

Their mess was more of a desperation for a war they couldn't master, but the brigadier general shouted.

"Enough, the Emperor is above, we have enough supplies, thick walls, even if the enemy has super heavy tanks, we are not without a chance, if the Destruction Eagle can use the assault force and the Storm Loyal Army together to pin down the enemy's scimitar tanks."

"At the same time, we also have a large number of anti-vehicle erection, such as the Empire's proud armor-piercing missiles, which are enough for us to clean up most of the Rand Marauder heavy tanks, not to mention that we also have powerful artillery support!"

The staff group in charge of intelligence retorted. "The enemy has counter-artillery shells and bombardment, enough to withstand artillery fire for a long time, enough large numbers of heavy vehicles to break through our defenses!"

"Those means need to consume human lives and cannot withstand the shock wave of the explosion, in other words, the energy cannot be completely stopped, such a shield is more like a large off-arrow shield, and needs to be consumed by a living person, in other words, we can project high-explosive incendiary bombs." The brigadier general spoke, this is the experience of the blood of the imperial soldiers, what seems to be unsolvable, the shortcomings are actually unexpectedly obvious.

"Secondly, the fourth Skadi Regiment is coming, they are going up from the ladder, and they can enter the battlefield in another four or five hours, with the Imperial Poison Blade and the powerful Skadi warriors joining, and Katachan, we can easily grasp the initiative." The brigadier generals made it clear that the goal of the war was to delay, and they had no choice but to rely on death and sacrifice to slow them down, because the enemy was invading at this moment.

The officers discussed the matter, and they were still slightly unhappy about letting the Space Marines charge out to contain the scimitar tank, because the powerful Angel of Death should be more stable on the front than attacking.

But the huge palm of the fourth company commander suddenly smashed on the officer's strategic table, and the huge force made this wooden long table, which had been in service for decades, instantly split apart, turning into a burst of dust and messy, and the fire was too hard to burn.

"Enough!" His voice was deafening, and the officers stopped to offer him the highest religious rite in the Empire, and the Aquila tried to calm the angel's haughty anger as he continued to speak.

"The Destruction Eagle is soaring through the sky, and we are one of the few ASM (Assault Space Marine) troops in the entire Extreme Star Domain that specializes in assault backpacks! It's up to us to contain heavy vehicles! "It's not because of honor, it's more because only they can take on this responsibility, as the emperor's blade, they are ready to sacrifice early.

Preparations for the war are in full swing at this point, every war engine and artillery shell erection in the entire camp, and even the magazines of the guards are filled, this war has dispatched a lot of resources in the entire star sector, if the Pangia sub-sector fails this time, then in a short period of time, Alan Baier will no longer be able to gather such a large-scale imperial power.

And this short period of time is extrapolated according to the standard of more than three hundred Terra years, even according to the great prestige of the former Sun Lord, this star sector will need three hundred years to recuperate, but the bigger problem is actually that after this time, the Red Pirates will rule here, making Skadi into Neo-Badab, their new homeland.

Under the absolute contradiction of survival and faith, even if only human beings are left in this universe, the war will continue in a hurry, and under the premise that the two waves of people are trying their best to think about how to slaughter each other, after the Space Marines scouts provide intelligence, a high-explosive incendiary bomb is projected from the pitch-black muzzle of the earth-shaking cannon, and so far, the prelude to the vigorous battle has begun.

The Red Pirates were naturally overwhelmed, divided into three forces, one to attack in a secondary way, one to attack, and one to attract firepower, the most conspicuous team was made up of a large number of Rand raiders, and a large number of believers used word magic to make a heavy shield to protect the seemingly strong engineering battle.

They charged from the endless plains of soil, against the freezing winds and slowing down the moist soil, and one by one the worshippers died like expendables, and the Imperial Guard began to bombard.

Countless incendiary bombs fell like raindrops, flames blazing, and mortal believers could not dodge and were turned into a cloud of pitch-black charcoal, but most of them were unlucky, because although the deviation from the shield allowed the incendiary bombs to get out of the landing point, the large amount of saturation bombardment caused the heat to ignite the mortal robes.

The good news is that they're not cold anymore, the flames often cover the entire ground, and only the areas protected by the magic of words are the few unlit areas, but mortals are vulnerable, and the heat here alone is enough for them to go into shock.

A dense incendiary bomb strike made the entire armored array dare not move, and at the same time, the command of the Imperial Guard collectively watched the battle line, and if those vehicles suddenly moved and abandoned those mortals, they immediately switched to armor-piercing bombardment.

At the same time, the Imperial Guard spotted a second auxiliary strike group of Scimitar Super Heavy Tanks and Space Marines early on, and they were preparing to make a detour to destroy the battle line, while the Doom Eagle delivered an airdrop strike through the Thunderhawk gunboats docked in the fortress, dozens of Space Marines landed on assault packs, and they were followed by many Storm Loyalists wearing power armor and parachutes.

The sharpest blades of the Empire are gathered here, and the Thunderhawk hovers over the heads of the enemy like a demon, and even though the Space Marines try to attack with anti-aircraft weapons, they have had little success.

And in the high place where the air is thin, the superhuman vision of the fourth company commander easily locks on to the enemy's location, the huge scimitar tank is very conspicuous, and at the same time, he pulls the gunboat with one hand, leans out almost all of his body, and carefully observes the enemy's battle line.

He said using the communicator in his helmet. "Brothers, the enemy's hidden forces have been found, they want to bypass the fortress gates and enter from the weakly defended rear, now is our time to fight." As he leaped from a height, his assault pack fizzling, countless Astartes fell like meteors, and the Empire's Storm Soldiers dropped their ......

In the command post, the officers watched that the plan was going on normally, very satisfied, the war was going on according to the emperor's will, they fulfilled their duties, although their fatigue was not bad for Astarte and the front-line troops, but they did not relax because the defense of the battle line was smooth, but suddenly they heard the sound of "bang bang bang".

"What's that?" The brigadier asked, and the scouts of the Imperial Guard replied. "It looked like a grenade, but it didn't explode."

The brigadier general scolded. "Damn, gas masks, gas grenades!"

At this moment, the city defense soldiers noticed that the grenade was a small vehicle carrying many weak mortals, which relied on mobility and large force cover to avoid the eyes of the defense troops, and most of the people's eyes were attracted by the explosive flames that stretched for tens of thousands of meters, and the two small cars were too inconspicuous......

And the soldiers who were close to those grenades began to fall one by one, many veterans put on gas masks for the first time, and some even began to plunge into the imperial standard antidote, but with little effect.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers began to have black skin ulcers, and blood began to flow out, to be precise, as if they had been carbonized, and they died of poison gas, more like they were burned by the flames, until part of their skin was carbonized, and the appearance of those who died was extremely painful, in shock from suffocation and massive acute internal bleeding, but they remained conscious and felt that their vitality was deprived.

And Oneeus. Praid, on the other hand, watched as countless Star Marines and Stormtroopers landed, and was informed of the success of the battle from the modified communicator that commanded the RAND Marauders.

And he smiled wryly, because this virus grenade was an ancient demon modified by a virus called anthrax on Guterra, which had been given the gift of fear in the 10,000-year history of mankind, and it was the main ingredient of the Father's Crucible......

In other words, the soil here will be inhabitable by any living beings for tens of thousands of years, and anyone who stays here will die, no matter what, even if Astarte can barely resist that virus, but without Gared's chief pharmacist's vaccine, those viruses will destroy everything.

He didn't want to use it, because if it was broken, the entire port of Ngilli would lose its value, but he had no choice, and he believed that his warriors could kill all the sick.

He immediately commanded. "All of us are forbidden to approach the fortress, except for some vaccinated warriors, our goal is now to annihilate the warriors of the Destruction Eagle, and wait for the artillery fire inside the fortress to stop!"

At the same time, the officers inside the command post also began to fester, and the field doctors injected all the known stimulants and antidotes, and if it weren't for the fully enclosed carapace on their bodies, they would probably have been hit.

Looking at the fallen officers and the collapsed defenses, the chief physician suddenly spoke. "Damn, there's a part of this virus that we don't know the shape of, similar to anthrax, but different, our antidote can't clean up those things......"

Just anthrax, the empire is not afraid, what is spread out of the human home planet is too fragile for this universe, and the empire's antidote can theoretically solve the toxins of countless cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, just like nanomachines, because this thing comes from stc.

The doctors could only watch the officers recover at the moment, but soon, heavy footsteps appeared, flashing lights and neat steps stepped in, it was the think tank of the Destruction Eagle, and the heavily armed Skadi soldiers and officers in carapace armor.

The second lieutenant of the 4th Skady Regiment shouted. "We're here, taking over the chain of command here! Field command by our officers! ”

And the think tank non-commissioned officer checked the illness, he judged. "It's a faint psychic, call a loyal field priest to come, and while praying sincerely, while injecting an antidote, it can alleviate the symptoms and restore part of the combat effectiveness!"

Soon the entire camp began to operate in an orderly manner under the command of the Skadian and the Heroic Think Tank, and all this can only be said to be blessed by the emperor......

(End of chapter)