Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 276 For honor?

The battle intensified, and the flames once again attacked the weak land of Loander. Now the battle line is constantly being stretched and lengthened. Just the range of people shooting from right to left has a range of 20 miles. People surrounded the entire fortress. With blood, with ammunition, with cover, with faith.

Flying high-explosive shells or projectiles thrown by Lemanus slides, lasguns, plasmas, bolts, and even automatic weapons, all vary in caliber and are equally deadly.

He grumbled as the sergeants dodged a deadly deflagration beam in their looted cover, and the next moment the bolts of autoguns and lasguns flashed on their armor. "Intensive, the firepower is too dense!" Those reinforced sandbags probably won't last long, and the flames are like creatures swallowing food, solidifying or breaking up the hard-to-gnaw soft sand that can relieve heat and impact.

Three or four rows of sandbags plus a part of the concrete reinforced the defense project is worth mentioning under the firepower hammered out by the cruel and ruthless 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 or nearly three meters, will be penetrated instantly. Stuff also played beyond expectations.

The imperial guards shouted by the sergeant major replenished the bunkers, and then raised their weapons to straf the troops coming from a distance. The assault space marines relied on their mobility to leave the bunkers to deal with those big and small Lemanus pulverizers, using melta grenades, Something reliable and powerful.

Jump packs keep roaring, the Emperor's Angels are more like death to those heretics, tearing the road with firepower, heavy space marine individual weapons are like tank main guns, shooting hot fireballs like rays of light, and heavy plasma guns tear through enemy defenses , while resisting the sparks from those heretic automatic guns on the armor.

Their activity made it impossible for the heretics to retake the area. Those ugly heretics were either angry or prayed to their dark gods, but lost their powerful wizard magic, and now this mortal army is showing signs of fatigue.

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

The enemy's forces are beginning to slow down. As long as this craziest wave passes and orbital support can be obtained, the initiative and victory can indeed be achieved.

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 room for the soldiers to eat lunch and the space fighters to clean up their weapons.

But even so, the loss of manpower was still serious. The corpses of the enemy, our own, and the mountains and plains filled the bomb craters, and could even replace sandbags.

In the command room, the captain tasted the hot tea made from the crushed tea leaves. The few warmth brought the aroma of the tea into his throat, and the light red color made the tea liquid even better. Too much tobacco.

"The battle situation is very good. Thousands of brothers can survive. I can report to the emperor in a satisfied tone when I go to the Golden Throne..." The captain's mind flashed back to those days before, when he was chased and intercepted in the urban area, wiped out separately, and killed He couldn't sleep at night because of the bombing, and his anger would not be dissipated because of the enemy's strategic failure. He swore that he would fight an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye.

But the adjutant's voice interrupted his thoughts, the soldier who had followed him for a long time was muttering. "Maybe we can meet the Sun Lord, my God, Skadi's undead legend, I want to know how he defeated the bloodaxe orcs, and whether those monsters really imitate the human army!"

"Don't look at things optimistically." The captain interrupted his comrades' wild thoughts. The war is not over yet, and the enemy still has troops. Disarming the low-Earth orbit shield is also a harsh thing. No one knows how many people will survive in the end.

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

The captain didn't blame him, the emotion of victory is very important, so he just took a sip of the scorching hot tea, the temperature made his already dry body sweat a little, and he felt much more comfortable.

Pointing His Finger Down on the Strategy Map and Saying. "The field engineering equipment that hinders the infantry is the next strategic focus. There are still nine enemy smasher tanks, and here I have to thank the space fighters and the Destroyer Eagle Chapter for their assistance, because the record of the destroyed vehicles, two of them One is the Assault of Assault Space Marines, and three is the valiant charge of the Dreadnoughts."

"However, I am not ignoring or weakening the role of the Imperial Guard. I can say that this war is enough for us all to step onto the golden throne and worship the Lord of Humanity before the Emperor. Don't be satisfied with it. Those things that defile our homeland are still Now, still breathe our air, still eat our food, still occupy our soil."

Although it was a bit extreme, after the captain finished speaking earnestly, those words were also conveyed to the team correspondents everywhere and played, 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.

Anger is full of the blood of those poor people. If emotions can affect their reality and material changes, without touching the subspace, the blood of the Loanders may burn those heresies. Although it is extremely slight, it can also express Its emotional anger.

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

the adjutant asked. "Why is it so certain that the enemy may abandon the attack plan and turn to a defensive war, delaying us..."

"Impossible. They know that we have sent out the astronomical language. In other words, the large army of the empire is coming, and they will definitely not take risks." The captain said with certainty.

"Today's Njili Port does not have the ability to confront the empire head-on. Even if the empire cannot muster enough strength, it can easily destroy the port even if it is one in ten thousand. You must know how many star areas the empire has. An average star area has two Hundreds of warships, are there any in Port Njili today?"

"If they want to survive, plunder slowly, and accumulate strength, it will be impossible to confront 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 I will complete the goal as soon as possible, since the space fighter said the goal is to sacrifice, then completing the sacrifice and clearing the evacuation path after the sacrifice is my only job." After the captain finished speaking, he realized that the teacup in his hand had also been drained Yes, he said, putting down his glass.

"Give up luck, they will immediately repay our siege with the craziest attack." He amplified this sentence and let all the soldiers listen, and this afternoon, until night, is probably the end of the war on Loander...

It has to be said that the captain is extremely talented in tactics, and his ideas are accurate and hit the nail on the head. Most people agree with his ideas, but the sergeant answered by radio.

"No, Captain Jesk, I agree with your judgment. They will attack, but I feel that they are not for the so-called retreat, but for other things."

"Other things?" The captain listened to the sound of the electronic grille on the radio. It was the first time he heard a sergeant wearing a helmet speaking, but he didn't question who it was. Instead, he paid more attention to any strategic miscalculation.

"Any other things, can you talk to me?"

The sergeant replied. "honor."

"Honor?" The captain hesitated for a moment, and then was a little surprised, but the Astartes can understand that kind of honor, that kind of...arrogant, indescribable, inexplicable, but real feelings are only two warrior groups understandable.

So the sergeant answered seriously. "They need a decisive battle, an Astartes, a war of honor against the rune heretics, they lost before, they lost to the Master Chief, they lost to the company commander, and now they are coming back..."

"Absurd!" The adjutant couldn't help shouting. "How can someone treat war as an arena. We are not a fair competition, and this is not a game. Everyone wants to survive, and they all want to work hard for their beliefs and homeland. Then you said...someone wants to go for honor..."

He can't understand, and he can't understand, he is like most members of the Imperial Guard, no matter whether he joins the army or the war, he just wants to survive, and he can pursue honor and achievements on this battlefield full of ghosts and snakes. There are two armies, Kasherzin and Catachan...

And the calm Captain Jesk answered his own opinion. "Probably, there are. Both for survival and for honor. The army is a violent form gathered by a large number of complex intelligent individuals. It is also destined to be pure in its actions. We know what is going on inside."

"The runic heresy is probably similar to the ordinary heresy..." He suddenly realized what a strange analogy he was making, and muttered again. "Sorry, I'm going to use Space Marines as a comparison, it's not for any reason, just to make it easy to understand."

The sergeant replied. "It's okay, I can feel it too, so let me say that the relationship between rune heretics and ordinary heretics is similar to the Imperial Guard and us, but I can tell that rune heretics don't have independent battleships and independent battle groups."

"Maybe it's a matter of capacity constraints, or the time frame is too short, but that's probably not going to happen again."

"Those clever witchcraft monsters seem to control the entire army of the enemy!"

Said the captain very pragmatically. "Has there been a change in the battle situation? It's just a replacement. Those heresies will never make us embarrassed."

The sergeant replied. "No, soldiers will do pretty crazy things for honor, and we will encounter a counterattack, one, a lunatic's counterattack."

"Get ready to fight, we have to eat for the sake of the empire, no matter how crazy those enemies are, even if those evil gods really come, we have to stand up, otherwise the whole world will be theirs." The adjutant scolded anxiously Jumping feet, but there is no way, no matter how much suffering I have experienced, those things seem to be endless.

"Tell Lemanus in the army to go to the bunker, and the space fighters to surprise the enemy's tanks. We must do our best to protect the large supply point of the field project and protect the advantage of the war!" The captain ordered, so the entire violent machine named Legion Buzzing and booming.

And just as they said, a few hours later, a huge enemy force began to gather. From a distance, the scouts reported that there were 8000 people, which was almost the entire force on the opposite side, while Roander... was only [-].

Now the field project is being expanded and repaired. Although there are more sandbags and stronger, and there are even trenches protruding along them, it does not necessarily have an advantage.

Soldiers of the Empire are running around, conveying the message of war, heavy logging guns and armored vehicles are mounted, automatic guns or dreadnoughts are ready to go, and in the wars of the Empire for many years, the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard are so closely related. History is rare.

But the man who led the heretic army was not frightened. Looking at those legions, his inner thoughts and excitement became more and more complicated. He did not regret taking the power, but now he only wanted to get the head of the emperor's angel to prove himself.

He raised his right hand and subconsciously made a grasping motion, as if the world had already been taken into his pocket, the hateful, terrifying, and pathetic heretic said slowly. "Dark praise, my comrades in arms, those enemies are well guarded, very good, and it's worth it for me to leave the command room!"

There is excitement on his face. Some people may criticize him for being arrogant. Even Kasherzin would not dare to confront the space warriors head-on. Besides, their history and abilities may be far inferior to the honor of Cadia that has been instilled in the entire empire's resources. Miracle Veteran Force.

But as a soldier, he will not admit defeat. Now he has mobilized all his troops, not only in numbers, equipment, and supplies, but also in preparation for complete war. He looked down from the high hillside, and secretly Swear to create a legend of mortals defeating space warriors, and let your name be spread forever in this dark universe.

But in the place where he is the root, the fortress that maintains its ability to control the world, underground of that beautiful anti-orbital bastion, a warrior opened the complicated pipes on it, covered with the mutated flesh and blood of a filthy monster, and used The foot crushed the panicked guard's head.

He walked out of the pipeline connected to the generator, and the iconic red and white armor of the Destroyer Eagle turned dark green, full of strange mucus, and most of the brothers who followed him were missing, and there were many wounds on their bodies.

The fourth company commander took off his helmet and looked at this place. "Here, plant the bombs, show the heretics, the firepower of the Baptizing Flame, show them, our Land Marauder tanks and the whole Thunderhawk squadron, we're going to end the war, for the Emperor."

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

(End of this chapter)