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The world of the North Nest, the southern continent.

The 44th Infantry Regiment of the Tyrone Army was besieged and trapped in a ravine.

The Teleporters used by the Tyrone Army could teleport them out of the canyon in an instant and back to safety, but it wasn't just the 44th Infantry Regiment that was trapped in the canyon.

Three support corps formed spontaneously by Cadian civilians, totaling 560,000 men.

Crane, the only Trader in the Tyrone Sector to hold a certification from the Sector Lord or Governor, as well as the family privates he brought with him, as well as the three Freedom Blades.

The so-called Freedom Blade is a knight pilot who broke away from the family for various reasons and led a large group of minions to drive knight mechs around the territory of the empire to support the battle.

In this case, the 44th Infantry Regiment could not directly teleport away, leaving the militia who had run all the way from Kadia to death.

Fight side by side and wait for rescue. This is the task assigned to the commander of the 44th Infantry Regiment by the War Department under the Council of Seven in the Star Sector, and it is also the personal will of the commander of the infantry regiment.

At the forefront of the battlefield, the command regiment of the 44th Infantry Regiment and the Cadia Support Corps, the patriarch of the Klein family, roamed the most dangerous areas, boosted the morale of the soldiers and made various battle arrangements in time.

There is no room for generals to show their personal prowess on this apocalyptic battlefield, so the reason why the command regiment can walk on the front line of battle is not because of their personal bravery, but because they can guarantee that they will not die in a stray bullet or shrapnel from an explosion.

A Warden knight, the Glory of the Argus, has been modified with an energy shield to protect the Command Corps members walking in close proximity to the knights' mechs under artillery fire.

"You Cadians are really ......," Crane sighed as he looked at the Cadian soldiers in the trenches.

Trapped in the valley together were three Qadia support regiments, all civilians.

There was no need for Creed to do anything about the formation of the corps, because now that Cadia had entered a state of war due to the raids of the Red Pirates, the Lord of the High Fort sent an army of nearly 10 million regular Cadian soldiers in a word.

So the Cadias in the trenches in front of them are purely civilians.

As they shouted that Tyrone was standing, these civilians had come to the Tyrone Sector to fight for Tyrone's protection because they had previously supported Kadia.

And the combat level of these armed civilians far surpasses that of the Hive Capital Guards, and even rivals the middle and upper reaches of the Astral Army.

"There are no civilians in the world of Fort Kadia, and there is only the difference between a serving soldier and a quasi-serving soldier for men and women from 0 to one hundred and twenty years old."

The commander of the Cadia militia was in command, and when he heard Crane's exclamation, he held his head high and was proud of the people he had brought.

"Even a bread chef can kill the enemy."

"Because on Cadia, halfway through the bread, it's not uncommon for the chef to suddenly run out of the kitchen with a gun, distribute the weapons to the customers, and then organize a formation on the spot to kill the intruders."

Klein simply lamented the level of militarization of the Cadia, who understood what Cadia was like, had been in Cadia until the end of the war when he sent a letter to Creed a few years earlier.

Children there often learn to aim before they learn to walk.

With the large number of Cadians in the canyon, the battle became a little easier, at least for a long time in the face of enemy siege.

"So, how long do we have to stay in the canyon before we can get the supplies delivered, and then put protective gear on our Cadia guys, and we all leave this place together?" Klein said and looked at the commander of the 44th Infantry Regiment.

In the war to clean up the rebel aliens in the Tyrone Nest, each of the Praetorian guards around the Lord of Tyrone was a survivor of the 44th Infantry Regiment, so this infantry regiment with special significance was reorganized.

At this moment, the position of the commander of the 44 Infantry Regiment, which is now equivalent to the rank of general, is Grote sitting.

In the Battle of Cartier, Grote killed the Chaos Lord Thorax of the Oathbreaker Gang by burning jade, and he was resurrected by a living saint when he was on the verge of death, and he knew that he was always easily involved in events related to the influence of subspace, so he was reluctant to talk about killing a Chaos Lord, but his power armor recorded everything.

Grote went from a company commander to the commander of an entire infantry regiment, and directly to a general.

"The biggest problem now is not whether the protective device is enough, but that the shipborne teleportation device cannot be put into use in time due to the large-scale fierce battle between the enemy and our fleets in the galaxy." Grote looked at the three Cadia Support Corps leaders.

"You don't have to explain anything, General." Commander Nakadia shook his head indifferently, "If I can speak for all of you, I will immediately report to the War Department of the Star Sector that we are all killed, and there is no need to waste resources on our remnants who are besieged by the Great Army." ”

Grote's face became a little unsightly when he heard this, he admired the Cadians' will to fight, and was grateful to the Cadians for coming to help, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't get along with these Cadians.

"Let's take a look at the strategy map." Crane shifted the subject, pulling out a strategic map from his bosom that had been extended from the fleet's latest scans.

The map shows the location of every enemy army, and it is impossible for them to hide under the scan of the fleet.

It is precisely because of this realization that the enemy will invest saturation-level forces, hoping to use absolute hard power rather than strategy to take the world of the nest.

Around the rim of the canyon were more than a dozen artillery positions, each protected by a regiment and a void shield.

Between the artillery positions were the enemy land forces operating in clusters.

The enemy Space Marines no longer cooperate with the mortal army to attack the canyon, and they chose to cover the entire canyon with artillery fire, sending the army to attack tentatively after the bombardment that changed the terrain.

The entire canyon has been under the bombardment for a week, and it is no longer a canyon, but everyone still uses the canyon to refer to the landform that changes every day.

Any one could come up with a solution to the game, which was to teleport the 44th Infantry Regiment to an artillery position and disintegrate the enemy's long-range fire, but in fact this was not feasible.

In the previous reconnaissance activities, the reconnaissance company of the 44th Infantry Regiment found out where the starmarines who were supposed to cooperate with the enemy's army attack had gone, not to the northern continent, where the fighting was more intense, but to defend the positions with the elite of several regiments on the artillery positions.

Each artillery position has Space Marines, elite regiments of the Mortal Army, Void Shields.

In the face of this strict arrangement, all everyone can do is wait.

Wait for the enemy to make a mistake, wait for a gap in their deployment......

"Report! A communication has been sent from the headquarters of the Tyrone Gate Defense Zone! ”

Grote's lieutenant rushed over and presented the communications equipment.

Grote took the communicator and connected it, and immediately the voice of the herald was heard from there.

"Commander Duncan's armored regiment and the Chaodu militia will go to relieve you, and then the 44th Infantry Regiment will work with the armored regiment to crush the enemy's line."

"This ......"

Hearing what the herald said, Grlot couldn't help it.

How could those commanders who have gone through psychological tests and lengthy training make such a stupid decision to let the heralds say such stupid things for themselves, they weren't like this before, did they take the wrong medicine today?

What kind of whimsical bullshit is to let the 44 Infantry Regiment and an armored regiment and the militia crush the front of the attacking side.

"This is an inspected order from the War Department of the Council of Seven?" Grote asked the herald on the other side of the communicator, "What's wrong today, are the high-ups in the star sector collectively stupid?" Why don't you just let me and the Panzer Regiment and a bunch of Hive civilians kill Huron? ”

The herald responded in shock.

"There's no Council of Seven anymore."

"For the Lord of Tyrone, man."

(End of chapter)