This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 98 A long day

【741 M41-P·am 13:13】

It was January 4th according to the Terran calendar, and it was bound to be a long day.

The Zerg's artillery fire had not stopped for three days, and the dust clouds that rose up almost completely blocked the light in the sky, turning the noon zone where the shrine was located into night.

The dim light illuminated the soldiers' guns covered with sand and dust. As the artillery fire stopped, the crusaders shook off the radioactive dust on their bodies. Yulia grabbed the recruit beside her who was still yelling because he had forgotten that the artillery fire had stopped, and quickly ran out of the anti-artillery fortifications.

"Quick, fire team reset!"

A shot from the laser rifle melted a knife worm that had escaped the net, and Yulia's voice spread over the radio.

"It's the captain!"

There were sporadic responses from the other end of the line.

Yulia breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, when the heresy broke out, her electric stove couldn't be turned on.

Then she climbed up to a firing point. The field of vision here was a little narrow, but the advantage was that the heavy steel on her side provided her with side cover, which was life-saving in the salient where they were.

At the tip of the defense line, the Zerg had broken through the heavy artillery's fire coverage area. The sporadic artillery bugs that had survived the Astartes' precise beheading began to fire directly with the artillery on their backs, while driving a large group of troops to launch a wave-like charge, not giving humans any chance to breathe.

The metal had already turned black, and the flesh, shells, and metal had been burned and fused into a strange inorganic substance. Wailing, shouting, and roaring could be heard from afar. An armed believer came to the front of the trench with a gun. As soon as he stood up, he was hit by a random flying attack, and then his head exploded like a watermelon.

The flamethrowers in charge of the close defense in the trenches surrounded the body and used flames to turn the corpse and the flesh-eating worms inside into ashes.

The horrifying scene did not scare the others. Their muscles tensed and they continued to deliver firepower. The laser beams rushed towards the dense swarm of insects, intercepting the wave of attack.

"Send a flare towards the Zerg!"

Yulia chewed the nutritious porridge in her mouth, listened to the orders from her superiors, and quickly fired a flare towards the moving area of the insect nest.

At the same time, the other two fire teams also launched flares into the densely populated area.

The bright fluorescent powder lit up three coordinates like a beam of light. At the same time, the artillery that had completed the correction quickly completed the re-covering.

The density of firepower has decreased.

'It seems the situation in other areas is even more critical.'

Throwing away the overheated battery and replacing it, Yulia looked at the swarm of insects in front of her indifferently, aiming and shooting mechanically.

During the war, morale had fallen and risen several times, but in less than a week, it had become the most stable thing.

Because people have recognized the fact that these enemies are here to kill them, and the Astartes will fight them to the last moment.

What else is there to say?

Fight! Fight until there is no enemy left, or no human left!
War is cruel. It uses death to eliminate the weak and select the strong. The dead bodies will turn into dust to prevent the swarm from recycling them, and the surviving warriors bathing in the ashes of their comrades will only make the knife sharper.

If there's anything to say, it's sheer exhaustion.

Lord Romulus has provided sufficient weapons, food, and medicine, but at this point in the battle, the digestive system is desperately trying to extract nutrients, the combat stimulants are almost making people trance-like, and the insects are still pouring in endlessly.

The intensity reminded her of the platform below that had changed hands several times. The corpses there had piled up into a small hill, and after being carbonized by the scorching flames, they stuck the military flag that was about to fall down again and again.

In order to survive, life has burned itself out.

"!"

Her palm touched the gun barrel, and the scorching heat brought Yulia, who had been mechanically pulling the trigger, back to her senses.

She quickly touched the medicine bag on her lower back.

The stimulant has run out.

Fine-tuning the angle so that the continuous fire could cover more enemies, Yulia took out another shot of combat stimulant from her collar.

According to regulations, the use of combat drugs cannot exceed the threshold of the human body, but the war has reached this point, and the logistics officer no longer cares about those trivial matters.

Basically everyone has an extra share of combat stimulants. The only reason for packing them separately is to remind you that after taking this shot, you are basically dead, and your organs will fail and there is no way to save you.

Haha, if you don’t fight now, you will die.

Yulia looked at the insect nest in front of her and was about to inject the stimulant into her neck.

At this moment, the building on the protrusion where they were located shook.

Yulia dropped the stimulant on the ground in frustration. Just as she stretched out a hand and blindly groped the ground beneath her, she touched a cold suit of armor.

?

Yulia tilted her head, and her fingers that had been pulling the trigger froze.

The plasma from the Tyranid cannon worms has blown the altitude of this position down by ten meters, and is there still any metal that is cold?

At this moment, she heard the sound of heavy bombs firing.

Yulia was suddenly shocked and quickly rolled on the ground and retreated to the alternative safe area.

Then she turned her eyes away and felt that she had seen a scene that she would never forget.

That's a Space Marine burning with fire.

I can't see the paint, I can't see the face, only the flame is always burning.

"Stand down, soldier."

He stepped forward, taking over the work of their entire fire team, his hand spewing out bolts that seemed to never dry up.

"Leave it to us here."

Yulia stared blankly at the broken pieces of the stimulant syringe on the ground, then nervously pressed the communication button and began to report.

"Report, I saw an unknown group of Emperor's angels, their bodies burning with flames."

There was silence on the other end of the communication line. Just when Yulia thought that the commander was killed, the middle-aged man who had been transferred from a factory foreman to a commander slowly spoke.

".Yes."

From a higher point on the battlefield, he stared blankly at the battlefield below. Illusory fires ignited, and amidst the scattered embers, one burning Space Marine after another emerged.

"I saw it too."
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"Lord Romulus, the defenders of the Second Salient have suffered 40% casualties."

"Lord Romulus, Priest Oliver has been killed. The loss of the 31st Armed Followers cannot be confirmed. The command node has been disconnected."

"Lord Romulus, the rearguard has not yet been fully replenished. Should we close the defense line?"

The atmosphere in the command center was particularly solemn. The messengers kept sending in new data. Those cold data represented groups of people who sacrificed on the battlefield.

"The salient forces will compress the defensive positions, allowing the 14th Reserve to replace the defensive line of Position 31. The rearguard forces will abandon their reinforcements and move forward."

Romulus's eyes quickly swept across a series of lists, and then he issued a cold order.

There was not much he could do, because the quality of the soldiers and the organizational structure did not allow him to do anything fancy. No matter how much black technology he used, it could only be used to carry out a rigid cleanup. Romulus could only remember the soldiers' names and then order them to die.

"Yes, my lord!"

Thanks to the shadow cast by the Zerg in the Warp, at least the annoying rustling on the radio was gone.

There is also bad news, the pressure from the Zerg is increasing.

"Sir! Emergency communication!"

"Access."

"Lord Romulus, a new group of Emperor's Angels has appeared on the front lines, and they are burning with flames."

Ok?
Romulus frowned. He almost immediately thought of the Legion of the Damned, and then instinctively thought of the two companions who were still fighting in the warp.

"Their location?"

“They’re everywhere.”

The response from the frontline commander was somewhat incoherent.

"There are reports of sightings of these Angels of the Emperor along nearly every line of defense. These Angels are taking over the defense of the salient. They are numerous and have ordered us to fall back."

"I understand. Have the troops withdraw to the reserve defense line."

Romulus showed a surprised expression.

His link with some of the Space Marines was broken.

You can receive the perspective, but you can no longer perfectly control the behavior of those space warriors. It's like someone is trying to grab the controller from you when you are controlling the game character.

What did Ramses do to him?
Romulus paused for thought and was about to send out two more Space Marines to try when he suddenly heard the sound of armor hitting the ground behind him.

Almost all the Space Marine forces have been dispatched, and the only one left in the command center is a ten-man team composed of the company champions of the Black Templars and the Maneater.

Everyone looked at the Space Marine who walked into the command center as if they were electrocuted.

Such a scene had hardly occurred during the nearly three months of offensive.

“The defense was well designed.”

The man first took a look at the combat data in the command center, then commented: "But it's not radical enough."

The time travelers instinctively take human life too seriously, which is a fatal weakness in this universe.

"Put them in, free up the fire teams filling the line, and concentrate firepower for bleeding."

The Space Marine seemed a little uncomfortable with the height. He stretched out his hand and then lowered it awkwardly, and then drew a few lines on the holographic image.

Such an operation simply does not take the lives of the defensive forces of the salient seriously, and it also places extremely high demands on the quality of the soldiers who are under siege. They need to withstand attacks from all directions, and at the same time, they must provide firepower as soon as the enemy can no longer bear the losses.

However, the troops in the salient currently do not seem to be human.

"Can you command those cursed legions?"

Romulus frowned, looking at the Imperial Fist dressed in the Black Templar garb.

"can."

The Space Marine nodded without hesitation.

"Are you still willing to fight for humanity?"

Romulus asked again.

"I promise you, no matter how much steel remains in this body, I will always fight for humanity."

The Space Marine nodded again.

"I'm going to show you how I would defend myself against such an attack."

"I'll leave the command of the defensive operations to you, and I'll take care of the details."

Romulus decisively made way.

"it is good."

The Space Marines nodded, and then began to gather their troops, relying on the constantly appearing Cursed Legions to relieve these exhausted troops.

The reason for doing this is to free up enough combat forces to enter the Zerg subspace shadow.

Because on the distant battlefield, not far from Karna, a high-energy individual was approaching rapidly with a huge swarm of insects.

The hive mind vowed to cut down the burning banner and let humanity drown in despair.

"Karna."

Romulus warned: "Another high-energy individual is approaching."

"It doesn't matter."

Karna's response came from the other end of the communication.

"Let them come!"

(End of this chapter)