Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 754 07.753: "Passing on the Torch"

The staff officer leaned against the bunker, his figure hidden in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the densely packed codes on the small notebook, his hands rapidly typing on the handheld auspicious instrument.

On the battlefield, the sound of gunfire was deafening, and the flames of explosions rose one after another, illuminating his face in the gas mask and forcing him to identify the code with difficulty while shaking.

Beep!
As the last code was entered, a sharp buzzing sound pierced through the noise and the signal ball was activated instantly.

One end of the signal ball emits a cold blue light, while the other end emits a dazzling red light.

"Guards!" the staff officer shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice was a little hoarse from the continuous and loud orders, but his urgency was clearly audible.

Three soldiers and a grenadier from the regiment were fully engaged in the fierce battle. When they heard the shout, they stood up from their positions where the battle was in full swing without hesitation.

They crouched down, dodging left and right in the hail of bullets. The ground beneath their feet was bumpy from the shells. Each step they took was difficult but firm as they ran quickly towards the staff officer.

After more than half an hour of hard fighting under the hail of bullets and explosions, they were no longer in the neat order they had when they set out.

The military uniform on his body was torn into countless holes, hanging on his body in wisps. Blood oozed from the wounds, staining the fabric red, which was particularly glaring on the gray and black battlefield.

But their eyes are extremely firm, as if the pain is just a small footnote of this war, and their loyal will becomes sharper under the polish of scars, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

"Cover me and throw this beacon towards the enemy's signal tower!" The staff officer raised his arm, pointed his finger at the signal ball, and gave orders loudly with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

The four soldiers nodded vigorously in unison, without any hesitation or retreat.

They were fully aware of the importance of this mission, which was related to the success or failure of this underground assault operation.

After briefly explaining the tactical plan, the staff officer immediately took action.

He lowered his body, using the bricks and rubble around him as cover, and approached his target carefully and quickly like an agile cheetah.

Every movement was precisely made to avoid the enemy's line of sight and artillery fire coverage.

The soldiers along the way understood what was going on and took out their white phosphorus smoke bombs and threw them towards the enemy-controlled area.

The steel tank fell to the ground, making a dull rolling sound, and then thick smoke spread at a very fast speed.

This white phosphorus smoke bomb is a powerful "partner" of the Kriegs when attacking.

The toxic white smoke released from the smoke is extremely hot. Once it is inhaled into the lungs, the consequences will be disastrous.

But the Krieg soldiers were not afraid at all. The gas masks they wore could effectively protect against the highly toxic phosphorus oxides in the smoke in open spaces; the tightly-fitting special coats on their bodies were like sturdy armor that could prevent their flesh and blood from being burned by high temperatures.

In their eyes, there is no problem that cannot be solved by white phosphorus smoke bombs. If there is, they will just throw in another one.

Thick toxic smoke spread wildly in the air, quickly covering a large area.

Those traitors who failed to put on gas masks in time began to cough violently as soon as they inhaled the smoke.

Coughing sounds rang out on the battlefield. Their bodies twitched uncontrollably until black blood spurted out of their alveoli. They struggled and twisted in pain on the ground. In this urgent battle situation, no one had time to care about them.

In this white fog of death, the figures of Kriegs wearing thick coats were looming.

They were like ghosts, holding bayonets and engineering shovels, and emerged from the smoke silently but swiftly.

Faced with enemies who had inhaled white phosphorus smoke and lost their ability to resist, they moved quickly and decisively, cutting off the enemies with their swords and ending their pain completely.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot suddenly rang out, breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

It was the rebel sniper on high ground who seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger decisively.

A Krieg soldier who was trying his best to cover the staff officer's attack fell to the ground.

However, even though the soldier was dying, until the last moment, he still used all his remaining strength and the fingers that could still move to desperately pull out the bolt of the white phosphorus bomb.

The cylinder fell from his gradually loosened, bloodless hands and rolled to the side along the ground. In an instant, thick smoke rose again, quickly covering the figure of the staff officer. Seeing this, the sniper immediately widened his eyes, hoping to find the high-value target again while the smoke was not too disturbing.

His eyes were glued to the scope, not missing a single movement.

However, the battlefield was in chaos and the heat sources were scattered. Even with thermal imaging equipment enabled, it was difficult to clearly capture the target in this chaos.

However, the staff officer did not stop. He continued to sprint towards the signal tower and soon escaped from the cover of the smoke.

The sniper's eagle-like eyes instantly captured his figure again.

The sniper quickly turned the windage adjustment knob on the scope, staring at the crosshairs without blinking, and fine-tuned the scale until the inverted V-shaped crosshairs in the middle were firmly aimed at the staff officer.

boom!
Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet tore through the air, flying towards the target with deadly threat.

However, at the last moment, another Krieg soldier stood between him and his target and fell on the cold stone road. Blood gushed out from his wounds, quickly spreading under his body and gathering into a glaring pool of blood.

"Tsk! You're in the way!" The sniper cursed under his breath, his voice full of impatience.

He knew very well that if he continued shooting from this position, he would easily expose himself, so he quickly picked up his gun, crouched down, and carefully changed his shooting position.

But as soon as he showed his head, Krieg's regimental sniper targeted him like a ghost.

A silent sniper duel quietly began on this war-torn battlefield.

Both sides hid in the dark, relying on their superb skills and keen intuition, trying to find and kill the other side as soon as possible.

Moving to another high platform, the rebel sniper aimed at the staff officer again.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he whispered softly: "Go to hell, you running dog of the false emperor."

He slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers wearing human leather gloves.

The firing pin instantly ignited the primer, and with a "bang", a bullet whizzed out, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the staff officer.

puff!
The staff officer who was rushing to the next bunker was shaken violently.

The flying bullet, with its powerful impact and dotted lines of air disturbance, pierced into his flesh with a "whoosh" sound.

Blood splattered everywhere, and two signal balls slipped from his injured hands and fell to the ground.

At this critical moment, the grenadiers guarding the staff officer acted quickly.

Before the signal ball fell to the ground and triggered the signal, he rushed forward and caught it steadily.

Seeing this, the sniper immediately turned his gun towards the grenadiers, attempting to launch another attack.

But before he could aim, another gunshot rang out suddenly.

The sniper scope on his gun suddenly shattered, and lens fragments flew everywhere.

The rebel sniper's head suddenly tilted back, then slowly fell on the butt of the rifle. Blood slowly flowed along the handguard, forming a pool of blood on the mahogany board.

There was a large scarlet hole on the back of his head, with broken brain tissue and bone fragments cluttered in the gap, announcing the end of his life.

The grenadier tensed his arm muscles and threw the signal ball with all his might.

The signal ball drew an arc in the air and flew about a hundred meters away.

Finally, it landed around the signal tower.

The gyroscope built into the signal ball worked, always keeping the cursor pointing toward the sky. Tens of thousands of lumens of light penetrated the sky and shot towards the fleet of naval warships dotted around in orbit.

(End of this chapter)