Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 942, 08.941: 'En avant! (Forward!)'

"To be precise, this place is on the verge of falling. I am Thei, the Inquisitor of the Exile Order."

"Lord Horatio Cochrane, the Supreme Lord of the Imperial Navy, is in charge of the frontline defense here. But the two sides are vastly outnumbered. Where is your unit located, Brigade Commander?" They's voice was calm and clear, cutting directly to the communication.

"We are located to your northeast, and we can see the blue heat sink at the top of the energy center. Our exact coordinates are..."

Based on the other party's response, Tei used the geographical coordinate system implanted in her mind to instantly deduce the land surface where the reinforcements were located.

"Move three kilometers toward us, Brigadier General. Then wait where you are."

Thee's eyes were fixed on the green-glowing screen as she manipulated the earth with her slender fingers.

She first pressed down hard on an ancient rune key until it was deeply dented.

Then, it moved several other heavy sliders to perform precise translation operations.

The earth began to move under her control.

After a brief delay, a scene resembling the creation of the world by gods unfolded.

In the center of the earth, a long, bottomless ravine appeared.

An entire tectonic plate began to move forward along this newly formed canyon. The scene appeared slow but was actually fast; the moving landmass looked sluggish and clumsy to the naked eye, but in reality, it was approaching the energy center at a speed of several kilometers per minute.

On the battlefield, a violent tremor, comparable to a magnitude 4 earthquake, suddenly erupted.

The dragoons' horses neighed in terror, becoming restless and almost impossible to control.

Even the fierce green-skinned creatures lost their balance amidst the violent shaking and fell to the ground with a thud.

Frequent land shifts forced all fighting to a halt. Neither humans nor beasts could continue fighting under such divine might.

After a while, the tremors of the earth finally subsided.

All living beings were astonished to discover that a brand new mountain range, composed of golden sand dunes, seemed to have traversed mountains and valleys, rushing from thousands of miles away to the outer perimeter of the energy hub tower.

Just as everyone was marveling at this dramatic change, a figure appeared atop the newly formed hill.

It was a man riding a tall horse. He wore a polished Minerva helmet that shone with a dazzling light, and the tall red mane on the top of the helmet flowed freely in the wind.

He was also wearing a set of polished breastplates that shone so brightly they were flawless.

A powered cavalry sword, as bright as moonlight, gleamed brilliantly in his hand.

Immediately behind him, row upon row of cuirassiers, dressed in the same magnificent attire, filled the entire horizon like a silver wave.

They crossed the sand dunes, forming a neat horizontal line. The armor on their chests reflected the moonlight, shining so brightly that it was almost blinding.

At the center of the cavalry line, rows of tall, imposing silver Leman Rustanks further enhanced their unparalleled intimidation.

Then, on the left and right sides of the horizon, rows and columns of tall soldiers wearing topped bearskin hats stood tall and straight, marching forward in perfect unison.

They stacked themselves on top of each other, forming a long blue line that stretched as far as the eye could see across the vast sandy land, with two rows of lines forming a single line.

Between the first two rows of soldiers were drummers and buglers, playing stirring military music.

If it weren't for their laser guns and modified warhorses, Horatio would have thought he had traveled back to Napoleon's time in ancient Terra.

(A grenadier from the Sintira Army's reorganized grenadier regiment, holding a 40K version of the Charwell M1777 rifle)

"Raise your guns! Fire!"

"Second platoon! Advance! Fire!"

"Boom! Boom!" With the officer's command, the orderly line of fire unleashed a dense volley at the distant green-skinned enemy.

These grenadiers all had long but neatly trimmed beards, which showed that they had served for a very long time and had spent half their lives in the military.

Their formation and discipline were extremely rigorous.

No matter how much the Greenskins roared, howled, and fired indiscriminately, they remained unmoved.

The only response was the synchronized, devastating volley fired after the officer gave the order.

Surrounded by grenadiers wearing bearskin hats, a man dressed in a magnificent blue and white uniform and a gold-trimmed bicorn hat slowly rode a pure black warhorse into the battlefield.

The man was dashing and his eyes were bright and piercing.

He was always surrounded by messengers on horseback, who delivered his military orders to every corner of the battlefield.

The man looked at the older, more imposing general beside him and said something.

The old general nodded and raised the scepter in his hand.

The messenger blew a loud bugle call.

"Fifth Cuirassier Regiment!!!! Horizontal charge formation—Ready!!!"

Before the neatly arranged cuirassiers, a fully armed, young, and flamboyant cuirassier officer, holding his motorized cavalry sword high, galloped across the front of the line.

brush!brush!brush!
These proud cavalrymen drew their power swords from their waists and placed them on the tasseled epaulets on their shoulders.

The hilt guard is made of fine gold, gleaming brilliantly in the light.

These cavalrymen were all young men between twenty and thirty years old. They were dressed in neat uniforms, their breastplates gleaming with silver light. The warhorses they rode were also taller and more muscular than the dragoons' horses, exuding a violent and fervent zeal.

They were fearless, looking down at the chaotic green-skinned people in front of them with disdain.

Horatio carefully observed their attire through the magnified view of the war sand table.

He could tell that these people were all noble children from the planet Sintira, or even from very wealthy families.

Ordinary people, even those with property, simply could not afford such a robust warhorse, a finely polished breastplate, and that expensive powered heavy cavalry sword.

They were equally young and impetuous, even arrogant in their manner, but unlike the demoralized Sintira flintlock musketeers they had seen before, they were equally high-spirited, seemingly fearless.

Of course, the roaring armored tanks in their ranks did give them that confidence.

Horatio remembered that Colonel Jadwiga had said that the main force of the army involved in the mutiny was these guards cavalry and grenadier regiments.

He didn't know why these well-off young people would mutiny against the class they represented, but they did indeed take action and stand on the front line to fight for the God Emperor.

"For the Emperor!!! Forward!!!"

The cavalry officer suddenly grabbed the reins, and his warhorse let out a long neigh, its front hooves leaping high into the air.

“En avant!!!”

The young noble cavalrymen, their morale high, shouted wildly and launched a massive, overwhelming charge.

Their warhorses moved forward along with the rolling tracks of the tanks.

The gleaming Leman Rustank was in the very center, launching a frontal assault together with the grenadiers wearing bearskin hats.

Meanwhile, the cuirassiers, brimming with the glory of the imperial nobility, surged forth from both flanks like a silver torrent, crashing fiercely into the Greenskinned army.

(End of this chapter)