I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 212 Let it dig!
After reading the unbelievable report from the frontline company, EGO and Agman looked at each other in bewilderment, and silence fell over the command room.

Finally, Agman couldn't help but speak first, his tone full of confusion: "Tyron... are they not planning to attack? Are they digging trenches?"

“I don’t know,” EGO said, equally bewildered. “I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”

EGO paced back and forth in front of the command platform, his mind racing. After a moment, he stopped and made a decision: "Since Tyrannosaurus wants to dig trenches like this, let's let him dig!"

Agerman was somewhat uneasy about this passive strategy: "Isn't this too rigid? What if the enemy wants to hold out and wait for reinforcements?"

“But our mission is defense, isn’t it?” EGO retorted. “If Tyrannosaurus really intends to maintain a long-term stalemate with us, then why not? They have reinforcements, and so do we!”

Agman paused, then suddenly realized. "That's right! These vile aliens might have reinforcements, but this is Alteramar! The home of the Ultramarines, the heart of the Five Hundred Worlds! Once Lord Calgar of Macragge arrives with hundreds of thousands of Space Marines and a massive fleet of battleships, won't these bugs be forced to kneel and sing 'Conquer'?"

With that thought, Agman's tense nerves relaxed, and a confident smile appeared on his face: "Alright, let's see what these bugs are planning to do. We'll make our next move if the situation changes."

For those who went to their deaths on the front lines, the war entered a rather comfortable phase. Although there were no longer large-scale conflicts involving hundreds of thousands of people, small-scale battles never ceased. Wanting to fight was simple: just find any company preparing to attack on the forum, click to join, and then charge in with the main force. After all, Tyranny's "construction site" was right there; there was no escaping it.

However, for such small-scale "harassment" attacks, artillery and air support cannot be relied upon; the greatest firepower is probably the grenade launchers in the squad.

So what if we lack heavy firepower? We'll just die faster. This is the incredibly wealthy Ultramar 500 world, where Ultramarines specialize in farming, and supplies are plentiful. Just throw the corpses into the acid pool or burn them, and if you lose your equipment, just get a new set.

Given this situation, although EGO's strategic decision was to maintain a standoff between the two sides, in reality, the fighting between the Deathbringers and the Tyrannosaurus never stopped.

After this bizarre standoff lasted for a month, things finally began to change. Or rather, things changed so much that they finally caught the attention of the usually oblivious suicide bombers.

"I mean... what's going on with these Tyranids?" A dying man lying on the ground looked at the still bustling Tyranid construction site in front of him and couldn't help but complain, "We've been fighting them for almost a month, and every time we come here, they're always digging trenches?"

“Yes,” another dying man chimed in, “What kind of trenches can be dug for a month without stopping? Are they trying to dig through the entire planet?”

"I have a bad feeling about this." Their squad leader frowned. "Does anyone have a map?"

One of the men facing certain death pulled a crumpled paper map from his backpack and handed it over. The squad leader took it, spread it out on the ground, glanced up at the distant Tyrannical position, and gestured back and forth between the map and reality with his finger. His expression suddenly changed.

"Something's not right!" The squad leader realized the problem. "Tyron is getting closer and closer to us!"

"Huh?" The other players didn't understand what he meant at first. The squad leader pointed to the map and explained, "They're not digging in place; they're using trenches to push the entire position forward little by little! Tyrannosaurus is trying to dig trenches all the way to us!"

Now everyone understood.

"But...isn't this too slow?" a player asked, puzzled. "They've only dug this far in a month. By the time they finish, Macragge's support fleet should have arrived, right?"

For the squad's position, this was indeed the case. The Tyranids were still quite a distance from their defensive lines. However, with Plantim as a battlefield, especially in a siege, the battle line between the Deathbringers and the Tyranids was incredibly vast, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers. Within such a long battle line, there were always areas where the Tyranid-controlled areas and the human-controlled areas were very close together.

In those places, a month was enough time for the Tyranids to advance their trenches to an extremely dangerous distance.

For example, defensive fortress A17.

The company commander of the suicide squad stationed here was leisurely playing chess with his deputy in the command post.

Suddenly, a slight but persistent tremor came from the ground.

"Huh?" The company commander had just stood up warily, and before he could react, the solid concrete ground of the fortress suddenly burst open, and a ferocious, python-like Tyrannosaurus creature—the Digging Python—burrowed out of the ground, opened its blood-red maw, and swallowed him and his deputy company commander whole.

At the same time, the entire A17 fortress position suffered a devastating blow.

A deluge of acid, bone spikes, and live bombs rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour. The unsuspecting victims were instantly stunned. Some, resurrected near their squad leaders and platoon leaders, were able to quickly recover and organize a counterattack. However, many platoon leaders and squad leaders were killed instantly by the relentless shelling. Because Tyrell's attack was so sudden, these unfortunate victims were not few in number.

Immediately afterward, the tough-skinned executioners, braving sporadic fire, smashed through the razor net, waded through the minefield, and carved a path. Swarms of warrior insects, leading a massive number of blade insects, followed closely behind, rapidly pouring in and spreading out along the trenches. Numerous ranged biological weapons provided continuous cover fire. Meanwhile, several digging pythons emerging from behind the fortress turned the entire position upside down.

The entire process of this garrison company being attacked and sent back to the battalion-level battlefield in the rear took just over a minute, and they didn't even get to fire their laser guns more than a few times.

The company commander, looking at his many soldiers who had revived but were still in a daze, turned green with rage. He walked straight up to the battalion commander and volunteered, "Damn it, that bastard Tyrannosaurus ambushed us! Battalion commander, I'm taking men back immediately! Can you coordinate artillery support for me?"

"Sure!" The battalion commander was happy to agree, since the officials of the Otlama Plain Blue Banner would cover the expenses, and there would be plenty of ammunition. "Is it enough for just your company?"

"That's right! We don't need others to steal our credit!" the company commander said through gritted teeth. "Our whole company can drive them back!"

(End of this chapter)