Chapter 150: The Redemption of Furaxia, How Can the Second Lieutenant Be Mixed with Others?

Chapter 150: The Redemption of Fraccia, how can the lieutenant fight against the Chaos traitor?

In order to prevent the enemy from bombing the armored forces, most of the poison blades and Lemanus were parked in a hidden point about a li from the castle. That range can not only ensure support at any time and anywhere, but also prevent enemy attacks, but now that the machine soul has completely failed, the road in the li has made the 113th Regiment of Fraccia entangled.

As the Imperial Guard, they cannot give up their armored vehicles, but as brothers of the only regiment of Skadi, they must also save those friends who are in distress.

Even if the petrified lizards cannot fire projectiles, in the continuous experiments of the Pangia Armored Regiment, those shells still cannot be fired, and even the muzzles of the petrified lizards cannot be twisted. Those war equipment driven by machine souls and source power are almost like dead, while the more crude things are still useful.

"Artillery... ready, ready?" Chaotic voices roared, and the captain approached the only radio that could communicate with his comrades, listening to the already chaotic and even chaotic voices.

"The bombardment cannot be carried out, the machine soul is unhappy, the bombardment failed! The bombardment failed!"

"Request for intelligence, request for front-line intelligence." She kept reporting, but the information was completely invalid at this moment. After confirming that the radio communication was closed, the captain of Furaxia fell into thinking.

They were not far from the main battlefield, but they were not good at individual combat effectiveness, and simply approaching would increase casualties.

Looking at the radio equipment carried in the Salamander command tank, the captain felt helpless for the first time. Furaxia was not like Skadi's troops. They had not experienced the terrible silence in the forest world, as if that world was left with only themselves.

They had never fought such a war. Although they had a long experience of self-protection and the experience of surviving in the siege of aliens, those things were worthless in the face of a real war.

Communication is the lifeblood of war, information is blood, and communicators are blood vessels. Without those things to transport war news, the entire war machine will die due to lack of nutrition. Compared with the lack of supplies, the fear brought by silence even exceeds the usual pressure.

What is the situation now? What enemy are my teammates facing? What has invaded the empire? Have they become deserters?

Folaxia has experienced three hundred years of loneliness, but now that they really enter the battlefield, they can't even endure a few minutes. Suspicion, loneliness, fear, that place is not the fortress they are used to, but a small camp that can be bombed, bombarded, and invaded by the enemy at any time.

They don't have any intelligence, and that feeling is like suffocation, as if the air in that world has suddenly been sucked out.

"Emperor, what should they do? Should they leave or stay? Should they explore or continue to hold on?" The question seems simple, but the captain keeps talking to himself, but still can't find the answer. If the communication is good and the equipment is started, but they are not here, what if they neglect their duties and lose the victory?

But if all the machines really stopped working, would they let all their brothers and sisters die without knowing anything?

In addition to his own thoughts, the lieutenant could also hear his comrades discussing whether to attack or stay behind, but everyone had different opinions. It was not a question of character, choice, right or wrong, but how to break such a dead silence.

"They should go to the front line, their brothers and sisters are fighting thousands of meters away!" a sergeant shouted.

"No! The Empire Engine is here!" another soldier retorted.

"Let the reconnaissance team go out?" A very reliable voice said.

"No, the reconnaissance team has no reporting power, and they don't have any monitoring legs. If someone leaves the main force now, will it..." The sergeant answered very cryptically, but everyone knew that the two unspoken words represented deserters.

At this moment, their psychological pressure was even greater than that of the front line, and they felt confused about what they should do and what they should do.

That is why the Skadi are so much stronger than other legions, because each of them really knows why they fight and why they live. That kind of will is the foundation of the Skadi. All the Imperial Guards who have lived in that terrible forest are used to killing and silence. That is absolutely crazy for the Imperial Guards. Maybe the Skadi soldiers are really crazy.

In the long history of human wars, very few troops can maintain the will to fight for a long time when they are completely out of contact with the center, but the Skadi have cultivated that terrible morale because of the silence and occasional normal contact of Gondvar VI.

Gondvar VI is like a special training ground, as if it is designed to create such soldiers, the kind of melting pot that is not afraid of silence, not afraid of loss of contact, and believes in themselves and loyal troops.

But Furaxia can't do it. Although they were lonely before, the feeling is different, and the same is true for the First Armored Regiment of Pangia. Their restless hearts are full of all kinds of messy ideas.

If they continue to go eastward like that, the unit will collapse on its own because of the terror brought by the silence, because of the completely silent dark forest, the lack of notifications from the infantry regiment, the calls of comrades, the lack of command, the suspension of vehicles, the decline in combat effectiveness, and other complex reasons.

But in such despair, Zaiwei suddenly raised his leg. "He gave all the command authority to the commander of the Pangia sub-armored regiment, and he asked to take a communicator and go to find out the scope of the electromagnetic interference, report the situation to the headquarters and apply for support."

In any case, no matter what the situation, the world will always need heroes, and if there is someone like Lieutenant Ming, her comrades will not doubt her departure, because no one has more rights and loyalty than her, and she can definitely become a hero. The general has also inherited the three hundred years of loneliness and hope of Falakcia. No matter whether her future is different or the awareness of her predecessors, she will never run away.

The noisy military camp suddenly became quiet. The engineering team began to disassemble a full 20 kilograms of communication equipment. The logistics team filled the lieutenant's tactical belt with food and ammunition. Others cast their eyes on the hero because they did not She didn't know how far she had to go before she could reach the edge of the information blockade, and she didn't know if there were any enemies on the road, but Zaiwei needed to walk those roads alone.

She kept the madness and loneliness in her body. Even if she was stronger than ordinary people, how could the madness not oppress her?

The captain did not say a word, and the soldiers of the two astral legions of Falaksia and Pangea used the aquila salute to salute the torch legs carrying hope, while the captain asked to face the hopeless, long road, unknown The fear of where the target is.

In the void, the Bordero was approaching the low-Earth orbit of the void. Alan Bair did not want to delay for too long, he had to find a way to land at the core of the battlefield quickly.

"Staff, what did the ground troops say?" He looked out the window at the endless gray horizon. There were traces of restless wars, craters and deaths clearly visible, but he couldn't be sure where the war was.

The staff officer replied. "The ground command said that all four Imperial Guard regiments were lost about thirty minutes ago, and now they are completely unable to determine the situation?"

Alan Beyer said. "The specific direction, he asked for the specific direction of the Adeptus Mechanicus camp!"

"They went directly on a transport plane!"

The staff officer replied. "But they don't know the enemy's configuration. If there is enough air defense, or they encounter an accident, they may even be shot by their own people because they suddenly enter the Imperial Guard's airspace. Without intelligence and answers, they cannot conduct military operations!"

Alan Baier angrily smashed the window of Bordeaux's ship with his fist, looking at the damn ground to the east, wishing to smash those heretics into pieces, but was hindered by strange witchcraft, and he smashed The fist overflowed with blood and even made small pits in the fine gold of the ship. Only then did the captain hear the force.

"His God Emperor, what am I doing wrong with his ruthless ship!" Captain Tingdong commanded, cursing Alan Bayer. Even though they are indeed good comrades, it is absolutely wrong to attack his ship!

Alan Bayer looked at his legs in surprise. Is that an adamantium deck? !

He immediately covered those things, Coco branded himself as a heretic, and said. "Bastard heretic!" Then he took out the low-power mode relic leg gun and fired a shot at that location.

Captain Jie Donglai's heartbreaking shouting and their almost broken friendship barely covered up the abnormal situation.

Alan Bayer wiped away the cold sweat. He thought he could win an Oscar, but what had his body gone through? Isn’t that power awesome? Could it be that the orcs think that if I am strong, it will make me really strong? Is that true? Is he the emperor...or is he a mutant?

But he still tried his best to look normal. No matter what, he firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with him. He asked his staff again. "Is there really no signal? Not at all? Their direct communication with the war zone has also come to nothing?"

The staff officer nodded, and Alan Bair frowned. ‘Prepare transport planes, don’t wait any longer, otherwise the battle will inevitably become more terrifying. "

The staff officer sighed. "It's useless for him to stop you, right?"

Alan Beyer said. "That's right."

"Missing a good opportunity is equal to murder, not to mention that they murdered not only their own relatives." For Alan Bayer, no matter how Skadi people are, they are the few relatives left in that dark universe, and the legacy of the entire world is just There are only tens of thousands of them.

Soon, the tail of the transport plane streaked across the sky. The staff could never touch their arms and legs in this regard, but they were now facing a new problem, and they didn't know it.

If they were 1,500 meters away from the ground, Merovingian's power would directly cause the transport plane to lose control and land, and then all the elite members of Skadi's regiment would die, including Alan Bair himself.

The transport plane is here, and although the radio is always on, people in the war zone cannot answer. Even if they can answer, they don't know how long the terrible electronic blockade is.

At this moment, the transport plane pilot was reporting. "Close to atmospheric orbit, enter, current altitude is three thousand meters, two thousand six, two thousand, one thousand eight, prepare to land, speed eastward."

After approaching the ground, the jet of the transport aircraft obviously became slower, the position of the variable jet nozzle switched to floating, and the eastward descent speed also slowed down.

"One thousand seventeen, one thousand six, one thousand..." The Mechanicum Empire fortress in Didong began to loom, and the flames and smoke of the battle could already be vaguely felt, but beyond the range of one thousand meters, that feeling was actually It's not accurate, but Alan Bayer can feel that it's good there?

The driver said. "We are about to enter the 1,500-meter range. Everyone, get ready to land. We will land on the ground in two minutes." The elite equipment of the empire can be transported quickly in wartime. In fact, if the war situation is urgent, two minutes is not needed.

But the radio that has been turned on suddenly said. "Please answer, please answer, there is...Fola...!"

The abrupt voice echoed in the cabin. The voice of the woman was firm and clear, but she was panting. Alan Baier knew it. Although the radio waves sounded vague, he still knew who it was.

"Stop the transport plane!" Alan Baier shouted, and he walked to the communicator without stopping. "That is the first company of the Skadi regiment. What happened, captain!"

The captain said. "Emperor bless us, where are we?"

Alan Baier replied. "It is landing. They are right above us."

The captain shouted immediately. "Don't ask for landing! There is a terrible heresy witchcraft covering the place. Probably all the mechanical equipment outside the 1,500-meter range of the Mechanicus Castle will fail!"

Alan Baier shouted to all channels of the communicator, even ignoring that the words would even be transmitted to the headquarters. "Stop, suspend, pull up!"

The driver was about to start the suspension, and he was still in shock. There must be more than one transport plane, otherwise it would not be able to carry a full 3,000 troops. Many transport planes almost fell to the ground because they did not stop. Thanks to Alan Baier's extremely fast reaction and unconditional trust from the Skadi people.

The abnormal mechanical shutdown made Alan Baier still in shock, and he immediately said to the radio. "Thank me, Lieutenant, I saved them."

Lieutenant said. "Sir, the second lieutenant is in trouble. They have lost contact with the infantry regiment. He just walked outside the restricted area, otherwise he would not be able to contact us. Please, save the second lieutenant quickly."

Alan Baier replied with one sentence. "Everyone, prepare for parachuting, let's have an extreme sport tomorrow!"

A moment later, flowers representing the Emperor fell from the sky, and the unexpected changes in the sky made the Red Pirate Vengarma shout. "Enemy support!" But they couldn't get close because of the obstruction of the lieutenant's troops in the castle.

But Alanbair noticed that in the castle made of Mechanicus's adamantium, the lieutenant was fighting with a "rabbit-eared" Khorne can, that is, a traitor Space Marine sergeant, who seemed to be the commander of the assault force? There was a circle of Space Marines of the assault force nearby, pulling away the guards of the Imperial Guard, forming a "duel field" composed of human flesh on the high apron.

He couldn't help but comment. "Staff, is he fighting a Space Marine in a one-on-one duel?"

The staff looked at the lieutenant lifted by the Space Marine and answered immediately. "It seems so, yes, he's dying!"

Alanbair took out his weapon and fell to the east with gravity. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, that kid was having fun, he didn't even dare to fight a Space Marine 1v1!