Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 585 Miracle Armor
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The God-class tank advances across the wasteland.

Inside the huge vehicle, the crew members scattered in various places held their breath and concentrated, not daring to relax at all since leaving the underground city.

There were no infantry following, which wasn't a problem since no one could move outside of the facility or armor now.

After the world-destroying fire was extinguished, the enemy dropped virus bombs. Now the air is full of viruses that can penetrate the armor of space marines and turn Superman's body into mud.

The God-class tank is too large, but that is not a problem.

This tank was found by Nuwei alone from an ancient warehouse. As the prototype of the subsequent interwar main tank, it contains some ancient technological elements.

Much like the Leman Russ-type tanks used extensively by other Legion auxiliaries, which have some ancient technology that only exists at the structural level, the Protoss also has some ancient technology, but it is not limited to the structural level.

Although the vehicle is huge, its forward speed can reach 50 kilometers per hour.

There was almost no roar when the vehicle moved forward, and even the sound of firing was very small.

This tank will not leave any traces on detection equipment such as radar, or after turning on the camouflage equipment, it can leave hundreds or thousands of similar traces on the radar.

The prototype of the God-class tank is very powerful, but it has two fatal problems that have been optimized in mass-produced tanks - a very high failure rate and the need to refuel outside the vehicle.

"We expect to enter the war zone in half an hour."

Gangro heard the report.

Considering the high fuel consumption rate of the tank, Gangro gave the order to refuel: "The last refueling."

The engineer in the crew put on heavy protective clothing and climbed out of the tank like a bloated iron man two meters and five meters tall, carrying a briefcase.

This protective suit was not made to withstand the harsh environment after a virus bomb attack. It was made only to prevent the crew engineers from being killed when refueling. However, due to its extremely strong protective capabilities, it is not a problem to resist viruses.

The engineer came out of the car, squatted on the ground, and opened the briefcase.

A row of blue cubes is arranged as a whole in a suitcase.

When the briefcase was opened, all the detection equipment of the tank was affected, and Gangro, who was sitting in the commander's seat, could only see a ball of "snowflakes" on the screen.

The engineer reached out and took out the cube, and extended his hand to the layers of opened fuel tanks.

At this moment, there was a flash of light in the distance, and the side armor of the tank made a crisp sound, followed by an explosion ten meters behind the engineer.

Out of overly professional military ethics, the engineers still loaded the fuel into the tanks.

The sound of gunfire and explosions entered the tank almost simultaneously.

Another string of explosive shells fired at the tank armor.

"Enemy attack!" the engineer yelled, lying on the ground and crawling towards the suitcase.

The bomb flew over his head and exploded in the tank armor, and the shrapnel made his protective suit pop.

"Stop loading fuel! Get back!" Gangro roared.

"I'm trying to get the fuel back!" The engineer continued to crawl with the suitcase in his arms, cursing as he crawled, "Damn the High Knight!"

The weapons operator was lying in the center of the tank, controlling all the weapons of the tank through cables connected to the brain-computer interface. He saw that it was a "Predator" tank, a tank equipped by the Space Marine Legion.

The turret turned quickly under the control of the mind, aiming at the enemy tanks that were firing in the distance. While the cannon was charging, other weapons took turns to fire.

Finally, after the cannon had accumulated enough energy, an armor-piercing shell turned the distant tank into fireworks.

The engineer climbed back into the car.

More enemy tanks appear.

"Keep moving forward." Gangro ordered.

The God-level engine started again, driving the tank forward.

"Cole!" The engineer took off his protective suit and shouted to his comrades who were observing the monitoring equipment under the turret, "The Predator is within six kilometers and you didn't even say a word?"

"It has not been detected at all." The monitoring officer responded calmly.

Gangro realized that the enemy was most likely using some anti-detection technology, or like the rumors he had heard these days, the enemy had some kind of supernatural means that was literally "hellish".

There is no point in worrying about how the enemy has not been discovered; this is the fact at the strategic information level.

In addition, the enemy that was fighting with our armored forces on the plain should have advanced a lot, and the plain defense line has collapsed. What we are encountering outside the battle zone now should be the enemy's reconnaissance armored forces.

Gangro's intuition told him that the battle situation he had speculated must have happened, but it had not yet been collected and updated in the strategic map.

"The defense line on the Krato Plain has collapsed." Gangro said in the communication channel.

No one responded to him.

The atmosphere inside the tank was extremely solemn.

Under normal circumstances, when a line of defense collapsed, the mortal soldiers would scatter. Gangro's daughter might be able to escape faster than others in a tank, and then the father and daughter might meet halfway and retreat to the rear together.

But the battle on the Krato Plain was mainly fought by the Nuceria regular army. The Nuceria soldiers had a signature characteristic, that is, they would never flee until death. From then until now, not a single soldier of the rebel army, the predecessor of the regular army, has fled.

This characteristic is certainly related to the fact that the Nucerians tend to get carried away in battle, but there are always exceptions. Some people will definitely choose to escape, but those who escape will be executed. Even those who do not escape but survive out of necessity will find it difficult to continue living.

In Nuceria culture, discrimination against escapees is extremely severe, and this discrimination even extends to those who did not escape but survived. For example, after Angron issued the order that "one person in a team must be alive", those who obeyed this order and survived would also be maliciously speculated and insulted.

Qin Xia was disgusted by the existence of the Nuceria regular army and the "worship of death and hatred of life" concept that gradually spread to the World Eaters Legion. He said: "Disgusting! Discrimination against deserters and cowards is fine, but how can you discriminate against prisoners and survivors who obeyed Angron's orders? Little do you know that a tactical shift is also a shift, and preserving manpower is also a correct decision. Those of you who want to die will die by yourselves."

However, few soldiers would agree with what the God said - because most people would really die together with the enemy out of passion when making a decision.

"I once disagreed with what the Lord God said." Gang Luo said to himself, "But now..."

"No matter what, we have to go to the front line." Someone finally spoke in the communication channel.

Gangro nodded.

The tank continued to move forward.

……

Six solar hours later.

The tanks have reached the center of the Krato Plain.

Along the way, Gangro relied on his intuition and experience to bypass the enemy's armored forces, but still experienced several battles.

The Proto-Tank never has to shy away from a fight, for it is vastly superior to the tanks piloted by Space Marines in terms of sheer combat power.

But the problem of failure rate cannot be solved.

The tank broke down twice along the way, and about ten times it was out of control of the driver, the transmission structure got stuck, and the vehicle body ran in a certain direction.

Although the engineers quickly repaired the tank with their experience and superb skills, the possibility of failure during battle was like a sword hanging over everyone's head.

After a while, the mark of a friendly armored unit appeared on the console screen in front of the monitoring officer.

Gangro was excited, but he suppressed the growing sense of hope in his heart and calmly ordered: "Advance, outflanking the enemy from the left to support the friendly forces behind them."

Before this order was given, the driver was waiting for the commander's order, but the tank did not slow down but accelerated forward.

"What the hell is going on!" The driver slammed the console and yelled, "Why can't you be more reliable at this time! Why!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tank suddenly stopped, and the interior of the vehicle went from brightly lit to pitch dark.

After a brief operation by the engineer, the tank continued to move forward.

Gangro observed the surroundings from the captain's seat.

He saw tank wreckage everywhere, and it was obvious that this place must have experienced a brutal armored war.

Six friendly tanks were engaging fifteen enemy tanks, most of which were Predators, but there were also six Malcadors.

When Gangro saw that there were more than one Malcador tank among the enemy tanks, he felt secretly delighted.

Because the Malcador tank is bullshit - that's what the Engineer's son, who's in the Space Marine Legion, wrote in.

Tanks joined the melee.

As the crew members worked together carefully, Gangro, the captain, began to assess the situation.

This should be the main battlefield of the Krato Plain Defense War. After our armored forces were defeated at the strategic level, the enemy only left a small number of armored forces to clean up the remaining enemies. This is why there are only a small number of friendly forces and enemies here.

Now that he was in what had become the enemy's rear, the battle had to be resolved quickly.

"End the battle within five minutes." Gangro ordered.

The prototype Shenjun-class tank had a high failure rate, but fortunately its firepower was very strong. After joining the melee from the flank, it assisted friendly forces in destroying all enemy tanks in the fourth minute.

The tanks dispersed to the surrounding areas for alert.

Gangro began to contact the tank commanders in all the tanks.

Faces appeared one after another on the panel, and the last one made Gangro tremble with excitement. It was his daughter.

"Father? Why are you here?"

Hearing his daughter's question, Gangro was silent for a few seconds and did not answer.

Even he himself felt like he was dreaming.

Going deep into the Krato Plain to search for a daughter is like looking for a needle in a haystack. After all, the defense line has collapsed, and the scattered troops still fighting must have been scattered to various places in the plain.

But knowing that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, Gangro still wanted to look for it. However, he set a standard for himself: if he could not find it within ten Nukerian hours, or encountered more than thirty enemy tanks, he would return immediately.

He is not only the father of one daughter, but also the driver of five other old friends and a trusted person of five families.

Things are going well. It's like a miracle. This is what Gang Luo is thinking now.

"Follow me and leave immediately!"

Gangro said in a commanding tone. "Shut up and listen to me! Follow me and evacuate now. We are going to the outside of the plain. The enemy is very scattered now. If I were Kleist, I would definitely order the reserve troops to attack the plain and defeat them while the enemy is scattered. We will evacuate first, then meet up with the follow-up troops and rush back to take revenge and complete the strategic mission!"

"I will never retreat, father. Have you forgotten the rebel army's song? One of the lines is: The God's sword of salvation will never be bent..."

"That happened during the City Devourer Uprising! We were the ones who sang that song! It has nothing to do with a little girl like you who grew up studying the Imperial Truth!"

"..."

"Are you sure that Crest will arrange a counterattack?"

After a few arguments, Gangro heard his daughter ask.

He nodded: "This is Crest's strategic intention. You came from the third underground city, right? There are also those pretenders from Ultramar there, so what do you think?"

The daughter was silent for a second and then nodded.

The prototype God-class tank changed direction and came in front of the nearby friendly tank that was tightly attached to the ground.

An automatic traction device connects the two tanks together.

Command of the company's surviving tanks also fell to this more experienced veteran of the uprising.

The new main tanks of the conventional army were suspended dozens of meters away from the God-class tanks, moving at the same speed.

"There's not much fuel left." The engineer reminded in the channel.

"I know. It should be enough for us to get out of the war zone." Gangro replied.

"But we're towing a tank with a broken repulsor engine," the engineer said.

"no problem."

The team advanced across the plain.

Gangro still used his own experience to guide the team forward when the detection device did not work.

After advancing for about an hour, the interior of the God-class prototype tank suddenly became dark and the sound of the engine suddenly stopped.

"Why is it breaking down again? Damn it, Knight Gao! Now I know why this damn thing was replaced!"

"Either you lie down or you walk around on your own! Damn the High Knight!"

The driver's two roars rang out in the darkness.

"You have such a bad temper. Control yourself! Why are you scolding it? After it retired, it helped several of us to till the land. Otherwise, how would we, who can do nothing but drive tanks and kill people, survive? Shut up!"

Gangro scolds the driver.

The driver's complaints stopped abruptly, but not because of the commander's reprimand, but because of the sudden roar coming from the tank armor.

One shell hit the armor and exploded, but fortunately did not penetrate it.

The engineer immediately used a flashlight to repair the tank.

Gangro and the others could only sit there and worry.

The tank was grounded and had no energy supply. The people inside couldn't even see what was happening outside. Apart from the sound of the tank's armor being bombarded, no other sounds from the outside world could be heard.

There were about sixteen Predator tanks that suddenly appeared when the tank was lying down... no, seventeen... Gangro judged the approximate number of enemies by the direction of the sound of the armor being hit.

In five minutes, twelve shells hit the tank armor.

Whether a shell can penetrate armor is a matter of probability, and whether it explodes or bounces off the armor is also a matter of probability, but it is not completely random, but is affected by many factors including the firing angle.

It is possible that after hundreds of shells hit the armor, all the crew members will be sent into the sky along with the tank, or it may be the next shell...

Every time the tank was hit, Gangro's hair stood on end.

But what worried him even more was that he had no idea what the other tanks were like. Those high-speed anti-gravity tanks could still dodge attacks with their speed and flexibility, but the tanks being towed behind could only serve as targets, and his daughter was in there...

She might have been destroyed in the explosion along with the tank, or she might still be alive...

All kinds of thoughts eroded Gangro's will in the darkness.

The feeling of helplessness that no one except the engineers could do anything was also eating away at him.

Gangro even started praying.

"I have been with you since I was a child... For the first half of my life you have been more than just my home, you have been a part of my family."

"Please... move... move like you did in every life-and-death crisis we've experienced..."

"My old buddies always scold you... because my wife was also their comrade... she died because of your short outage... but I know she died because she left the vehicle on the battlefield... I never blamed you..."

"I don't want to lose any more of my loved ones... but if... I can sacrifice here with my loved ones, including you..."

The lights come on.

The roar of the engine reached Gangro's ears.

Various tactical icons appear on the commander's console.

The turret turned to the right, and the cannon shell flew out of the barrel, piercing through a Predator that was aiming at the towed tank. The force generated by the flying shell even tore apart several Emperor's Children inside the Predator.

Cheers echoed throughout the car.

"Break out!" Gangro quickly put the surrounding enemy tanks into the attack sequence.

The prototype God-class tank continued to move forward, covering the surrounding friendly tanks as they broke out of the encirclement.

From then on, until they completely left the Krato Plain, the tanks would still run out of control in certain directions, but they never stopped operating again.

Another solar hour passed.

Outside the Krato Plain, Gangro scanned a large number of friendly tanks.

The Leman Russ tanks of the Ultramar Mortal Auxiliary Army rushed forward in neat array, passing near the God-class prototype tanks and the new main battle tanks of Nuceria.

An engineering armored vehicle stopped near the Shenjun-class prototype tank to inspect it for friendly forces.

Gangro and the commander of the Ultramar auxiliary army discussed the internal situation of Krato Plain.

After the conversation, Gangro immediately climbed down from the turret into the car, wanting to celebrate with his old friends.

But what we saw were the crew members surrounding the engineer, some sitting or standing, with serious faces.

"What's wrong?" Ganglo asked.

"Hey, man." The engineer paused. "The logs show that the fuel ran out a Nuceria hour ago..."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"Captain, I have a strange situation here too. When it was grounded and then started working again, I was not operating the turret, and the main cannon did not charge before firing..."

After hearing these things, Gangro fell into deep thought.

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Three solar hours later.

Inside the fortress command center.

"The Krato Plain has been defended." Crest looked at the strategic image and said to Dantioch who had just returned.

Everything that happened on the plain, whether it was sacrifice, perseverance, anger, courage... when presented on the strategic image, it was just a logo of the Ultramarine Alliance pushing away the logo of the Emperor's Children Armored Forces.

Dantioch nodded and looked at Avida: "A Titan was dropped from the sky. Go and dismantle it."

Avida, who was standing against the wall, nodded, stood up and walked out of the command center.

(End of this chapter)