Chapter 236: Frontier, Status of the Astra Militarum

Humans are a sentimental race, always like to give too many emotional concepts to the real world.

Such as the sky, such as rivers.

The same is true for meteors, which are always compared to short but brilliant lives by humans;

But when these emotions meet rationality, they always appear fragile;

And if it is more extreme, when emotions meet war, they will completely become inappropriate and whining.

Calvin stood at the forefront of the Charles galaxy defense line, sighing on the star chain composed of orbital space stations and weapon defense platforms.

The garrison commander was still resisting the routine attacks of the orcs and had no time to come to greet his arrival.

Calvin did not disturb his work, but chose to stand on the apron on the orbital space station, the secondary core of the star chain, and watched the flickering artillery fire in the distance.

The warships from the orcs were still as he remembered, without rules and fixed standards.

Those metal chimeras that looked like garbage mountains were like a metal mass with an engine installed. There was no fixed standard for size and name, and it all depended on the length of time the modification had taken place.

They also had no fixed models or grades. The so-called cruisers and battleships were forcibly summarized and classified by humans based on their sizes, but the orcs themselves did not have this concept.

The implication behind the lack of fixed standards was that these "industrial wonders" were equally uncontrollable even for the orcs themselves.

In the half hour after Calvin arrived at the space station, he saw at least dozens of orc assault boats that were not hit by defensive artillery fire, but simply collapsed due to the engine afterburner of their own hulls.

It even had no unified standard for ammunition. At least since Calvin arrived, he had not found any identical shells from the muzzles of those guns that dropped parts as soon as they fired.

The damage caused by these weapons was naturally predictable. Except for the unlucky ones who were drawn by lottery under the massive ammunition base, the orcs' long-range strikes could be said to be random and did not pose a real threat.

But the orcs didn't care. Their huge and cost-free forces made up for all the shortcomings.

The dense but chaotic artillery fire, the missiles and landing torpedoes with Brownian motion, and the laser arrays that worked and didn't work, became terrifying under the huge base of the orcs.

And the real horror was under these artillery fire and the ridiculously thick armor on the front of the ship (only the front was armored).

Once the orc fleet successfully approached the distance of the boarding battle, their inhuman physical fitness would cause a devastating blow to the anti-jumping star army.

That's right, this group of orcs living in the background of the 39K Empire era, the housekeeping skills they rely on are still savage and bloody close combat.

And under their terrifying asexual reproduction speed, this kind of battle is actually their most cost-effective tactic.

The command hall was behind the porch a hundred meters behind him. Calvin did not go in to disturb the officers at work;

He led his guards along the track between the space stations and walked towards the weapon defense platform further ahead.

This is already the quasi-frontline of the war, and it is also the location of the regiment and battalion headquarters of the Astra Militarum;

Further ahead is the secondary floating station.

These "detachable" components with only one heavy artillery or two or three laser arrays are truly screw-level existences in the defense system, and are literally places of death that may be abandoned at any time.

"The void shield is on the verge of overload!"

The regiment staff roared loudly to his supervisor across several tables. Even though there was a door between them, Calvin, who was far away in the corridor, could hear it clearly.

There is no precious energy here to isolate the roar of artillery fire. The small ion reactor has only two missions here:

First, to provide energy for the void shield generator. If there is excess energy, it can maintain the basic lighting and internal operation of the platform.

Second, self-destruction. When the cheap micro-defense point such as the weapon platform is captured by the orcs, the plasma reactor is used as the last self-destruction weapon.

"I heard it! Stop howling!"

Facing the staff's relentless roar, the Astra Militarum regiment commander responded impatiently.

Colonel Emil Bruno, the commander of the 189th Orpheus Grenadier Regiment of the Astra Militarum, was wearing his military cap askew, smoking pungent tobacco, and staring at the troop deployment map in front of him in a daze.

This was the third time he had survived the battlefield, and then returned here again after taking a rest in the rear.

Thanks to the orcs on the opposite side, he was able to climb from a soldier to the position of regiment commander in more than ten years;

Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, he survived every death battle in which the regiment was wiped out inexplicably.

But this time it was probably bad enough, Bruno bared his yellow teeth and unconsciously ravaged the tobacco in his mouth;

The garrison mission lasted less than 60 hours, but there were less than 900 brothers left.

Logically speaking, he should be able to survive until the end of the mission, and the new unlucky guy in the rear came to replace him.

But the orcs on the opposite side obviously made a new breakthrough in magnitude, and the larger Waaaaah made these orcs significantly strengthened.

Obviously, the weapons were more complete and the physique was stronger than the last mission, so the damage in the actual battle far exceeded his expectations;

What made Bruno even more worried was that the soldiers on the front line even had the experience of exchanging fire with the new infiltration type orcs.

Although it cost an entire company, at least the attack on the regiment gate was repelled;

But the huge scar on his face from the sawtooth bayonet that cut across his entire face from top to bottom was still reminding him that the enemy was no longer the same as before, and his superiors did not seem to pay equal attention.

"Deflect the gravity engine and let the 11th company's station go up to support it!"

He thought for a moment and then spit the cigarette holder in his mouth fiercely on the ground, and said to the staff officer and the technical priest of the regiment who were waiting for orders.

The former looked at him deeply after hearing the order, then lowered his head and began to issue orders to the 11th company on the data board;

The latter connected his mechanical arm to the servo of the platform and began to drag the station originally at the back of the platform forward.

Bruno lowered his head and said nothing. He understood the meaning of the staff officer's eyes.

The 11th company was already the last two complete main combat companies in his hands, and also one of the last reserve forces.

Deploying this company would mean that the entire legion would enter a dangerous alert with zero tolerance.

Once this force is consumed, the remaining hundreds of people on the entire platform, except for the 13th company directly responsible for guarding the regiment headquarters, are either technical sergeants and logistics support, or standard recruits from the last three companies.

There is no way! Do you think I am willing? Bruno thought bitterly in his heart.

But military orders are like mountains.

Orders in the army are orders, and there is no room for bargaining.

As long as there is one second left in the garrison mission, they must stay here to block the orcs' raid;

The gate leading to the space station has long been unilaterally locked, and Bruno has no hope there.

He knew clearly that the entire defense line was under pressure from the orcs' offensive, and the order given by his old boss before he left, who had to leave the front line because of his physical disability and took office in the military command department, was still ringing in his ears:

"Orpheus is not short of tears, but hot blood. Even if you die, you must die after the defense time!"

"Damn! Fight!"

The 11th Company, which had just been integrated into the battle position, was instantly blown up by a missile from a warship before it could be deployed.

Bruodo gave orders to the officers around him with red eyes:

"Everyone, pack up your stuff! The direct security company, follow me! Beat him up!"

As he spoke, Bruno packed up his carapace and walked out of the hall door.

He was still staring at the landing torpedoes coming in front of him, and he casually pressed the switch of the gate and wanted to go out.

However, a silver metal wall blocked his steps and came into close contact with his nose:

"You fucking..." Bruno cursed loudly and instinctively, and his voice stopped as his eyes moved up.

Standing in front of him was a silver-armored giant like a statue.

And the other party obviously didn't mind his offense, and even asked with a little interest:

"In the name of the Emperor, soldier, what do you want to say?"

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