Chapter 888: Battle of Cadia

A foul and sticky wind swept across the blackened land, and a piece of muddy paper was picked up and drifted away with the wind.

The land where the paper passed was full of craters and a large number of pyramid-shaped hills made of corpses, which was an excellent seedbed for the growth of countless mushrooms and herpes.

The paper was rolled up by the wind, high over the piles of corpses spewing corpse odor and spores, and fell towards the position of the Imperial Army.

The paper was finally stuck to the observation window of an Imperial command vehicle by the wind, which made Warmaster Rees, who was observing the situation in the distance through this window, unable to continue his actions.

"Clean this place up." The Warmaster left such a sentence, and soon a servo skull would float out of the shell of the command vehicle and burn the muddy paper into ashes.

Rees turned and walked towards a tightly closed explosion-proof door, which was only a few meters away from him.

Standing at the door, he tidied his clothes and tried his best to show his optimistic attitude towards the battle situation. Rees knew the importance of inspiring people, and also knew the great responsibility that a general needed to bear.

"When the Emperor was gone, they all counted on you." Reese said to himself softly, then he straightened his chest, restrained his gray face, opened the explosion-proof door and walked in.

One of the cores of the Imperial Command Vehicle, a lively command room appeared in front of Reese. The huge command room full of advanced equipment was enough to make a seasoned Imperial general's heart beat. Some generals who made a name for themselves in the backward world relied on barbarism and fanaticism to conquer the enemy, but their upper limit was also limited by this brute force. Generals who could not realize the importance of information communication and overall battlefield deployment could only lead a regiment to serve the Emperor in their lifetime.

The wall on the left was full of complex pipelines, and below them were 30 non-commissioned officers who were proficient in operating communication devices. They tried their best to contact the troops and overcome the dark whispers that kept coming from the headsets as much as possible, while also transmitting correct information to other troops.

This was not an easy job. There were many people who went crazy under the influence of the dark whispers. Just when Reese entered the room, a communication non-commissioned officer showed obvious abnormality.

Squeak!

The two senior political commissars patrolling the command room completed their duties. In order to prevent blood from splattering on the advanced equipment, the senior political commissar deliberately used a high-power laser pistol.

Such executions are efficient and clean. The only problem is that the smell of burnt brains will linger in the command room for a long time. Then the next communications sergeant filled the vacancy.

On the right is the logic engine. These devices are so complicated and mysterious that the people who operate these machines are all engineers belonging to the Mechanicus. The servo slaves are waiting beside the engineers, waiting rigidly for the next instructions.

In the middle is a huge metal round pit, with countless cables and light tubes covered by metal plates engraved with runes. Relying on the dual correction of the communication device on the left and the logic engine on the right, this metal round pit is constantly weaving new data with light, and the full picture of Cadia is thus presented to Reese and other senior officers.

Green symbolizes the Imperial Army, and red symbolizes the enemy. The terrain and defense lines separated the red and green blocks, and the black lines covering the entire planet of Cadia made the confrontation between the two armies and the deployment of the troops more orderly.

Reese felt a flash of heartache when he saw these black lines on the holographic map, and then he began a new round of deployment.

"Let Bendict and his armored regiment advance to the No. 7 Blackstone Tower salient, and the three battle groups of the Narxing Volunteer Army will support their flanks."

"Yes, Warmaster."

"How is the mobilization of the youth in the rear fortress going?"

"Six youth command posts have been established."

6 million fresh troops.

Reese exhaled a breath of foul air. These 6 million people filling the trenches can greatly relieve the combat pressure on the front line.

"What about the fleet? Is there any news about the Imperial Fleet now?"

"No Warmaster. No news at all. We can't contact either the Space Marine fleet or the Imperial Navy."

After a moment of silence, Reese asked again, "Where are the Astropaths?"

"Seven died, eight were blown up, and nine mutated into Chaos Spawns. The remaining six are not mentally stable."

"Okay, okay. Emperor, we still need to hold on for a while." Reese smiled casually, and then he encouraged everyone.

Reese has a strong baritone voice, but his speech is not excellent. Reese has commanded too many expeditions and made too many speeches. His words from the heart were subconsciously modified, just like the files stored in the archives, very regular, very neat, but just meaningless.

While the Warmaster was speaking, a communication broke through the dark whispers and entered the ears of the sergeant. He immediately compiled the information and forwarded it to Reese.

Reese took the file and ended his previous speech with exquisite language.

After carefully looking at it for a few seconds, Reese turned to the adjutant and gave him a new order, "Let the armored regiment break through the No. 7 Blackrock Spire salient and continue to advance. Bring the troops to the foot of Mount Lombath."

"Warmaster?" The adjutant and other generals were a little surprised. Letting the troops go deep into the enemy-controlled hinterland is tantamount to suicide. At this time, the safest choice should be to let the offensive troops control the salient and establish a defense line, waiting for reinforcements to arrive before continuing to move forward.

Reese certainly knew what they were thinking. He just asked calmly, "Imperial α-level order, do you need me to review the α-level order?"

The generals who were still thinking about saying something quickly quieted down after hearing the α-level order. They saluted Reese and then returned to their posts to send orders to the troops.

After a moment of silence, Reese added to his adjutant, "Let the six youth command posts fill the defense line of the Michelburg Group, replace the 17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th Infantry Regiments of Krieg and the 882nd, 9991st, and 9913th Artillery Regiments, and let them attack with the armored regiment."

"Yes, Warmaster."

After doing all this, Reese looked at the holographic map for a long time without speaking.

"Did you find support?" Azrael said slowly while lying on the ground. There was a terrible wound from his shoulder to his waist on his Dark Angel armor, and the white bones and internal organs were clearly visible from the huge crack.

"Found it." A cold mechanical voice sounded, and a mechanical sage who was larger than a Space Marine was repairing the wound on Azrael with dozens of limbs.