Chapter 276 For Honor?

The war situation intensified, and the flames once again attacked the weak land of Loander. Now the battle line was continuously stretched and lengthened. Just the range of people's shooting range from right to left was 20 miles wide. People surrounded the entire fortress, Use blood, ammunition, cover, and faith.

Flying high-explosive bombs or projectiles thrown by the Lemanus slide cannon, laser guns, plasma, explosive bombs and even automatic weapons have different calibers, but they are equally deadly.

The sergeant grumbled as he dodged a deadly blast of incendiary fire in their plundered bunker, followed by automatic and laser pellets flashing off his armor. "Dense, the firepower is too dense!" Those reinforced sandbags probably won't last long. The tongues of fire are like creatures swallowing food, solidifying or breaking up the soft sand that is difficult to chew and can alleviate the heat and impact.

The defense project consisting of three or four rows of sandbags and a portion of concrete reinforcements is not worth mentioning under the firepower hammered by the cruel and merciless void universe at the end of the dark forty thousand years of human civilization.

But those mortal objects can even hinder the deflagration beam. The high heat will crystallize the sandbags, and then the dense composite structure will disperse them. Although three or four rows of sandbags, that is, a depth of two meters and nearly three meters will be penetrated instantly, those Things also performed beyond expectations.

The Imperial Guardsmen who shouted at the sergeant major replenished the bunker, and then raised their weapons to shoot at the troops coming from a distance. The Assault Space Marines relied on their mobility to leave the bunker to deal with the large and small Lemanus Crusher, using melta grenades. Something reliable and powerful.

Jump packs kept roaring, the Emperor's Angels looked more like death to those heretics, tearing open the road with firepower, heavy Space Marine individual weapons were like tank main guns, shooting fireballs as hot as light, and heavy plasma guns tore through enemy defenses. , while resisting the sparks fired by those heretical automatic guns on the armor.

Their activity makes it impossible for the heretics to retake this area. Those ugly heretics are either angry because of this, or they pray to their dark gods, but without the powerful wizard magic, now this mortal army is showing fatigue.

The sergeant calmly analyzed the situation and subconsciously touched the stains on his armor. "Victory is not far away, not far away..."

The adjutant's expression changed, he regained his emotion as an officer, and expressed to the captain that his reckless mistake would not happen again. "Feel sorry."

"Those smart witchcraft monsters seem to control the enemy's entire army!"

"No, Captain Jeske, I agree with your judgment that they will attack, but I feel that they are not for the so-called retreat, but for something else."

He pointed his finger down at the strategy map and said. "The field engineering equipment that hinders the infantry is the next strategic focus. The enemy's crusher tanks still have nine units, and here I have to thank the Space Marines and the Destruction Eagle Chapter for their assistance, because two of the vehicles that recorded the destruction One is the assault of the Assault Space Marines, and three is the brave charge of the Dreadnought.”

But the man who led the heretical troops was not frightened. He looked at those legions, and his inner thoughts and excitement became more and more complicated. He did not regret seizing the power, but now he just wanted to get the head of the Emperor's Angel to prove himself.

In the command room, the captain tasted the hot tea made from broken tea leaves. The small amount of warm tea brought the fragrance of the tea into his throat. The faint red color made the tea liquid better. Even if it was just that, he would not have to smoke more. Too much tobacco.

After the captain finished speaking those words that made people feel hot from the belly to the whole body, he pointed out several positions on the strategic map. "On the west side of the hillside, there is an altitude angle, which can increase the range of the Lemanus Crusher. Note that secondly, it is probably the front of the field project. This place will definitely be attacked by the enemy and they will counterattack madly."

Although it was a bit extreme, the captain finished speaking seriously, and those words were conveyed to the team correspondents in various places and broadcast, because for today's Loander people, the only way to free the world from the curse is to let the blood of heretics Moisten the soil.

the sergeant replied. "honor."

Anger fills the blood of those poor people. If emotions can affect the physical changes in their reality, the blood of the Loanders may burn those heretics without touching the subspace. Although it is extremely slight, it can still express Its emotion is anger.

The enemy's strength begins to slow down. As long as the craziest wave passes and orbital support is obtained, the initiative and victory can indeed be achieved.

"Can you tell me something else?"

But even so, the manpower losses were still serious. The enemy's and our own corpses all over the mountains and plains filled the craters, and they could even replace sandbags.

But the adjutant's voice interrupted his thoughts. The soldier who had been following him for a long time was talking. "Maybe we can see the Sun Lord. Oh my god, Skadi's undead legend. I want to know how he defeated the Blood Ax Orcs, and whether those monsters really imitated the human army!"

"However, I am not ignoring or weakening the role of the Imperial Guard. I can say that this war is enough for us to step into the Golden Throne and worship the Lord of Mankind in front of the Emperor. Don't be satisfied with this. Those things that stain our homeland are still there. Today, they still breathe our air, still eat our food, and still occupy our soil.”

"The battle is going well. Thousands of brothers have survived. I can report to the Emperor in a satisfactory tone when I go to the Golden Throne..." The captain's mind flashed back to the days before when he was surrounded and intercepted in the city area, separated and destroyed, and bombed and could not sleep at night. The anger would not collapse because of the enemy's strategic failure. He swore to retaliate.

"Honor?" The captain hesitated for a moment, and then was a little surprised, but only the Astartes could understand that kind of honor, that kind of...arrogance, inexplicable, but real feeling that only the two warrior groups could understand.

But as a warrior, he would not admit defeat. Now he mobilized all his forces, not only in terms of number, equipment, and supplies, but also in full preparation for war. He looked down from the high hillside and secretly swore to create a legend of mortals defeating space warriors and let his name be spread forever in this dark universe.

"Absurd!" The adjutant couldn't help shouting. "How can someone treat war as an arena? We are not competing fairly, and this is not a game. Everyone wants to survive and work hard for their beliefs and homes, but you say...someone wants to go for honor..."

It must be said that the captain is extremely talented in tactics. His ideas are accurate and to the point. Most people agree with his ideas, but the sergeant answered on the radio.

"Impossible, they know that we have sent out star language, in other words, the Empire's large forces are coming, and they will definitely not take risks." The captain said with certainty.

The adjutant asked. "Why can you be so sure? The enemy may abandon the attack plan and switch to a defensive war to delay us..."

"It may be a problem of production capacity limitations, or the time is too short, but this situation is probably gone forever."

And just as they said, a few hours later, a large enemy force began to gather. From a distance, the scouts reported that there were 8,000 people, which was almost all the troops on the opposite side, and Loand... was only 5,000.

So the sergeant answered seriously. "They need a decisive battle, an Astartes, a war of honor against the Rune Heretics. They lost before, lost to the Master Chief, lost to the Captain, and now they are making a comeback..."

The captain did not blame him. The feeling of victory was very important, so he just drank a sip of hot tea. The temperature made his dry body sweat a little and felt much more comfortable.

"Don't be optimistic about things." The captain interrupted his comrade's wild thoughts. The war was not over yet, the enemy still had troops, and removing the near-Earth orbit shield was also a harsh thing. No one knew how many people could survive in the end.

"If they want to survive and slowly plunder and accumulate strength, they will definitely not be able to fight the Empire head-on, but I don't care how they deal with the Imperial Navy, because this is not something I can think about. But if I were them, I would complete the goal as quickly as possible. Since the Space Marines said the goal is sacrifice, then completing the sacrifice and clearing the evacuation route after the sacrifice is my only job." After the captain finished speaking, he realized that the teacup in his hand had been drunk dry. He put down the cup and said.

The sergeant replied. "No, soldiers will do quite crazy things for honor. We will encounter a counterattack, a counterattack of madmen."

He had an excited look on his face. Some people might criticize him for being arrogant. Even Kashejin did not dare to fight the Space Marines head-on, not to mention that their history and capabilities might be far inferior to the honor of Cadia, which was instilled with the resources of the entire empire and was called a miracle veteran unit.

"Get ready to fight. For the sake of the empire, we have to eat it. No matter how crazy or crazy the enemies are, even if those evil gods really come, we have to stand up, otherwise the whole world will be theirs." The adjutant scolded, jumping anxiously, but there was nothing he could do. No matter how much suffering he had experienced, those things seemed to be endless.

Now the field engineering is being expanded and repaired. Although there are more sandbags and they are more solid, and there are even trenches extending along them, it is not necessarily an advantage.

He couldn't understand, and couldn't understand. He was like most of the Imperial Guards. Whether he joined the army or the war, he was just to survive. There were only two mortals in the Empire who could pursue honor and achievement on this battlefield full of monsters and demons. They were Kashejin and Catachan...

The captain said pragmatically. "Will it change the situation? It's just a change of people. Those heretics will never make us embarrassed."

"Rune heretics are probably similar to ordinary heretics..." He suddenly realized what strange analogy he was making, and muttered again. "Sorry, I will use the Space Marines as a comparison. I have no ulterior motives. I just want to make it easy to understand."

"Give up the fluke mentality. They will immediately respond to our encirclement with the most crazy attacks." He amplified this sentence and let all the soldiers listen. This afternoon and night will probably be the end of the war on Loande...

"Now the Port of Engili does not have the ability to confront the Empire head-on. Even if the Empire cannot gather enough strength, even one in ten thousand can easily destroy the port. You have to know how many star regions the Empire has. There are an average of two hundred warships in a star region. Does the Port of Engili have them now?"

The soldiers of the Empire ran around to convey the message of war. Heavy logging guns and armored vehicles were set up, and automatic cannons or dreadnoughts were ready to go. In the many years of war in the Empire, the history of wars where the Space Marines and the Imperial Guards were so closely connected was rare.

The sergeant replied. "It's okay, I can feel it too. Let me tell you, the relationship between the Rune Heretics and ordinary Heretic troops is similar to that between the Imperial Guard and us, but I can tell that the Rune Heretics don't have independent warships and independent combat groups."

"Other things?" The captain listened to the sound of the electronic grid device on the radio. It was the first time he heard the sergeant speaking with a helmet, but he didn't question who he was. Instead, he was more concerned about any strategic miscalculations.

The bombs tore open the enemy's heads one by one, and the defense line became more stable. Time passed little by little, and even at noon there was space for soldiers to eat lunch and for Space Marines to clean weapons.

And the calm Captain Jesk answered his own opinion. "Probably, both, both for survival and for honor. The army is a complex violent form of a large number of intelligent individuals. It is also destined to look simple in action. We know what is going on inside it very well."

"Ask the Lemanus in the army to go to the bunker, and the Space Marines to surprise the enemy's tanks. We must do our best to protect the large supply point of the field engineering and protect the war advantage!" The captain gave the order, so the entire violent machine called the Legion hummed and roared.

He raised his right hand and subconsciously made a grabbing motion, as if the world had been taken into his pocket. This hateful, terrible, and pathetic heretic said slowly. "Dark praise, my comrades, those enemies guarded well, very well, and it was worth it for me to leave the command room!"

But in the place where he was the root, the fortress that maintained his world control ability, the underground of that beautiful anti-orbital bastion, a soldier pushed open the complex pipes on it, covered with the mutated flesh of filthy monsters, and crushed the head of the panicked guard with his feet.

He walked out of the pipe connected to the generator, and the beautiful red and white armor of the Destruction Eagle turned dark green, all of which were strange mucus. Following him, most of the brothers were gone, and there were many wounds on their bodies.

The fourth captain took off his helmet and looked at this place. "Here we are, install the bomb, show those heretics the firepower of the Baptism Flame, show them our Land Raider tanks and the entire Thunder Eagle Squadron, we want to end the war for the Emperor."

The brothers who survived nodded. "For the Emperor!"