Emperor's Bane

Chapter 102 Duran's Farce ([-])

"Handle your weapons, load your ammo, and wear your helmets."

The officer took a deep breath. He wanted to smoke a cigarette or take a sip of wine, but the current conditions did not allow it.

Raising his hand, he brushed the dust on the brim of his hat. The air he had just inhaled was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and rotting corpses, which made him cough uncontrollably. It stuck to his face and clothes, making him look filthy.

But he no longer cares about it. Now it's not like before, he's not that arrogant soldier of honor anymore.

He checked his weapon, stuffed the pockets that had been turned out, straightened his sleeves, rubbed his right hand on his trousers, and carefully took out the pendant in his arms. The photo on it was A dignified lady and two naughty children.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he wiped the photo in his palm over and over again, then kissed lightly, and carefully put it back into his arms like a servant placing a crown.

Then, he closed his eyes and continued to take a deep breath, brewing his courage between his chest rising and falling.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, turned around, and looked behind him.

Groups of soldiers are right behind him, they are staying in this temporarily dug trench like him, doing almost exactly the same thing as him: some of them are already his old subordinates, these soldiers appear resolute and Silent, while others may hardly be called warriors, their faces have deep grooves, or green stubble that has just grown out and hasn't had time to shave off.

They look so tall.

Arachos blinked, pondering the words of his genetic father, he subconsciously looked at the silver-haired female officer, and then heard a chuckle.

Thinking of this, even the lion of Caliban couldn't help but nodded, sincerely admiring.

【Can you contact Leman Russ? 】

The lion king didn't look back, he glanced at the tactical projection in front of him again, the promise and the life of his sons were constantly changing weight in his heart.

The officer walked to the front of the team, and finally tidied up his appearance. Although he was still covered in ashes, he looked as if he was about to receive an honor from the emperor.

Capturing here means that the part of the plan that belongs to Jonson has been completed. This is not easy: if the shield that had been covering the fortress hadn't disappeared suddenly during the attack, the imperial army's air supremacy had been maximized. If it is optimized, the Dark Angel may have to drop hundreds of corpses here.

The officer waited, and it didn't take long before he heard the second sharp whistle: it was the horn of the general attack.

Apparently, this is the credit of the second knight order responsible for capturing the shield generator area.

The officer was running, roaring, and completely hoarse his voice in the first moment after the charge, his face was churning in rounds of dust, and the sound of explosions and mourning continued to sound all around.

[Indeed, there are still four and ten minutes left, that is to say, Morin and his knights will still be there, spending four and ten minutes for no reason. 】

Blood and dust filled the air.

The lion of Caliban took an extra look at her, seemingly curious about her anger: silver-haired ladies almost never displayed such violent emotional swings.

She endured it for 5 minutes.

Faced with the Lord's question, Aragos only turned on the tactical holographic projection again, and the Scarlet Fortress and its surrounding land were clearly displayed: Jonson and his main force were in the west of the fortress, while Gail and his first The Two Knights stayed in the north of the fortress, and under the attack led by Morgan himself, the control areas of the two teams have been linked together.

He turned around, and after a while, he heard the piercing attack order, countless battle cries and howls echoing in the air, the strong wind and the communication network beside his ears.

Only those who lie on the ground in time, find cover in time, and learn from those veterans in time can be regarded as getting tickets to the battlefield.

He stretched out his head and saw the battlefield in front of him. He recognized that it used to be the most popular square in the city center. It was full of food stalls and roadside shops on weekdays. His children especially wanted the dolls sold here. , will haunt him here for a long, long time.

[How about Morin? 】

"Sorry, my lord, that fortress is still in a state of information suppression..."

He thought, and then, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly pierced his forehead.

The Lion King didn't speak, but Aragos who was beside him spoke for him.

[Gail did a good job. 】

Are those the guys who invaded them?

Before Morgan's arrival, he was watching like this, and after Morgan's arrival, he was still watching, but after a long silence, he shook his body and uttered the words in his heart in a low voice.

The gunshot seemed to be an afterthought. When he heard the gunshot, he had already fallen to the ground. The blood and brains flowed into a stream on the ground, soaking the completely torn amulet and soaking it. Those carefree smiling faces in the photos.

[What happened? 】

The Durans were bleeding, but there was nothing more they could do but bleed.

Morgan stood beside him, witnessing all this in silence. The angry breath quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had never existed before. Looking at the crappy battle situation on the holographic projection, she felt like It's like watching a professional boxing champion fight with an old lady.

[This will make my brother fly into a rage. 】

[At this rate, I will lose the entire Sixth Knights when they cut off the tyrant's head. 】

[Let Kos do it. 】

Like the newborn sun disc piercing the morning fog, in an instant, the entire battlefield roared.

Zhuang Sen nodded and didn't ask any more questions. His eyes returned to the tactical holographic projection, and orders came out through his words, mobilizing the entire First Army.

And above that, there are a few faint black figures.

But despite this, the support has not stopped.

[It is a great waste to wait in vain for a good opportunity, Your Excellency Zhuang Sen. 】

【already solved. 】

In front of such a raging wave, the fortress seemed to pause for a second, and then artillery fire swept in like a torrential rain, carefully ravaging every inch of the land where the Duran people stood, dozens of guns fired in unison, harvesting The guys who survived the gunfire.

He spoke with a tone of sincerity that he had never felt in his life.

"The two fortresses AS and AX have just fallen, and the enemy has already started a large-scale suicide attack."

[When we put our hands into the mud, if we can't pull out what we want at the first time, we will be swallowed by the endless mud. 】

Arachos didn't answer, but the Lion King looked at the mortal assistant who was in charge of the communication.

[What did Morin say? 】

Roaring, furious, furious, they rushed to the land occupied by the invaders, they rushed to the dense trenches, barbed wire and minefields, they rushed to their own death, perhaps meaningless death .

"It is the greatest honor in my life to be able to fight side by side with you."

"Everyone."

He thought of those werewolves who had flashed by.

He stood upright, looking at the army in front of him: warriors, teenagers, octogenarians, even incomplete ones, they made up this army: it was hardly a real army, but it was. It is an army, fighting for its own homeland.

The Primarch whispered, and the loathsome image of the werewolf appeared on his communicator.

He saw the corpses, those curled up, completely charred corpses of Duran people, thousands of them, scattered among the burning armored vehicles, proclaiming the [battle results] of Duran's army in the past hour .

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He seemed to sigh.

"It is true, Ms. Morgan, but that is the prey of the Wolf King, and it is not yet the agreed time."

[Everything is not perfect. 】

But now, there are only ruins here. Gray dust and black steel bars are the only colors. The once magnificent statues and flowers are now in tatters, scattered among piles of dirt and potholes. At the end of them was his goal: a fortress, now in the hands of the invaders.

But their sacrifices were not meaningless. When the invaders were busy clearing up the cannon fodder that might carry explosives, Duran's real killing move: tanks, fleets, and land armor began to appear in groups. And on the distant horizon, the last Duran artillery gritted their teeth and provided cover for firepower, but often they only fired the first shot, and they would be hit from the sky: the sky of Duran no longer belonged to Duran people.

He roared, roared, remained silent, raised his weapon, and was the first to rush out.

[This is no longer a war, Your Excellency. 】

Morgan walked up to Jonson.

"One minute ago, the enemy launched another small-scale attack on the landing area controlled by Morin. The number of people was between 1 and [-], and armored troops and artillery were used."

[Your Excellency Zhuang Sen, if you want to turn the tide of the battle, the best way is to ask me to directly pull up a teleportation array and teleport it to Tyrant Duran's room: as long as his head falls to the ground, this war will end in an instant will end. 】

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Then, he got a pair of Gujing Wubo pupils.

"He said that he can hold the position, but he will pay some price. He hopes to send a batch of reinforcements to his area urgently. The first batch of airborne troops has lost more than half of the battle, and the Duran army has at least some 1000 million to 3000 million people."

[As for Morin, hasn't he opened up the situation yet? 】

[It is a suggestion. 】

That's all for this.

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What he knows, what he doesn't know.

The remnant in the corner of his eyes can see everything next to him: those war engines that were once proud of the Duran people have all turned into burning torches, and those armies that once shook the world turned into a pile of pieces in a few seconds Melting blood, he saw those dead, those who died under bullets, those who were smashed by landmines, and those who were twisted by barbed wire.

Johnson's brow twitched.

[Space Wolves still haven't moved...]

[Are you persuading? 】

He sighed.

The Lion King continued to keep quiet. He just quietly watched the Space Wolves disappear only one step away from the target, watched his legions consume their lives on a futile resistance front, watched the increasingly More and more crimson signs appeared in the projection, each symbolizing an approaching Duran Legion.

But they have no choice.

He was not far from there, perhaps only a kilometer.

And across the Scarlet Fortress itself, in the east of the fortress, Morin and his knights were compressed in an extremely small area, only a few fortresses were in their hands, and the Duran Legion surrounding them The number of them has reached a point where the Primarch himself feels a little intrusive.

He turned around and took another look at the battle situation, including a look at the battle line that hadn't moved at all.

He ran, but seemed to stop again, his mind was full of chaotic mud, which made him unable to recognize the situation and reality in front of him, blood and death pierced his rationality, and made him fall into a kind of otherness In the midst of such madness: what's going on?What about their army?What about his comrades?
How is it all over?
He opened his mouth, and his teeth were full of sand. Then, he suddenly felt something, raised his head suddenly, and found the target fortress: he was standing at its feet.

Corpses, corpses, corpses everywhere.

In the past, they would not have appeared here.

And the number of these victories is increasing all the time, because those soldiers recruited temporarily are not suitable for the battlefield at all: they walk in the ruins ignorantly, or charge with a roar of blood, and some are simply frightened. I was at a loss on the spot - but the result was the same, one after another the howling explosive bombs hit different places, and people died almost every second.

Then, Zhuang Sen remained silent, looking at the projection, at the core area of ​​the Scarlet Fortress, the Space Wolves' attack route that was either frustrated or twisted.

This answer made Zhuang Sen pause for a moment. He turned around and looked at his blood relatives.

Everyone is roaring, all war behemoths are roaring, all the land and air of Duran are roaring, tens of thousands of Duran warriors rush out from their hiding places, and in an instant they form a An unstoppable attack wave, countless roaring war engines mixed in their queue, like a steep boulder in the ocean of destruction.

[This is a farce. 】

Jonson nodded, and the message was skipped.

A mile that cannot be crossed.

The officer didn't run or yell. He embodies the quality of a veteran. He gripped his weapon tightly, looking for places that could cover him among the countless wreckage and ruins, and moved forward step by step.

They are standing on the top of a huge fortress, which is almost the commanding height outside Duran's palace. From its tower, one can directly observe the core area of ​​the scarlet fortress more than ten kilometers away: Duran's tyrant is hiding inside.

[I gave them time. 】

There was unwilling annoyance in the voice, and vague expectations.

[Now, prepare for the teleportation array. 】

[Let's end this tedious charade. 】

(End of this chapter)