I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 213 The Living Terran Base

The reason the company commander, who was ready to die, was so confident—that a single company could recapture the lost territory—was not just empty talk. Besides the seemingly limitless resurrection capabilities of those ready to die, ample artillery support was also a significant source of his confidence.

In his view, the tactics were simple: as long as the artillery fire continued relentlessly, carpet-bombing the enemy, it would effectively suppress and halt the Tyranid reinforcements. Then, the constantly resurrecting suicide bombers would slowly overwhelm the remaining enemy forces scattered and surrounded on the battlefield, like a tidal wave. As for possible friendly fire? Well, that's not important; it's already been said that the suicide bombers can resurrect.

What if a very powerful Terran unit appears, one that even artillery can't suppress, and the suicide bombers can't even get close enough to self-destruct? What else is there to say? Using this level of unit to take down a company? This position is yours. I'll immediately call in the Thunderhawk gunships and the Astartes-Oglin assault team to see who's giving whom a handout.

The battle started off smoothly. Just as the company commander had predicted, a barrage of shells rained down from the sky, turning the A17 fortress position into a sea of ​​fire, effectively suppressing the Tyrannosaurus Rex on the position and preventing their reinforcements.

But when the soldiers, stepping through the shell craters, tried to clear out the remaining enemies on the position, they were shocked to find that something was wrong.

Instead of advancing immediately after capturing the position as usual, Tyron remained in place and carried out a large-scale biological modification of the original position.

The once-solid concrete structures were now completely covered by a layer of writhing, foul-smelling chitinous carapace. Stepping into the trench, the feeling underfoot was no longer that of solid earth, but rather a sticky, elastic sensation like stepping on the flesh and blood of some enormous creature, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The original defensive structures were largely dismantled, replaced by various twisted biological keratin and bone plates. The dying soldiers could hardly recognize the place they had been stationed in for so long. On the contrary, the remaining Tyranids were extremely familiar with the area and skillfully maneuvered around them using the modified terrain.

Worse still, upon entering this position modified by Tyrannosaurus, the suicide bombers were surprised to find a new debuff in their status bar. The high density of bio-spores in this area had formed a visible purple mist, even beginning to suppress other gases, including the poison gas the suicide bombers had originally deployed. This forced the company commander to call in artillery from the rear, who fired over a dozen poison gas shells in an attempt to dispel the high density of spores using a "fight fire with fire" approach.

Fortunately, these spores don't act like some terrifying nanomachines, causing rampant destruction once they enter the body's circulation; their nature simply triggers a systemic toxic reaction. Perhaps creating those more advanced spores would be too costly in terms of biomass consumption for the hive's will, making it a losing proposition.

Even so, after hundreds of shells and thousands of lives were lost, this suicide squad managed to kill the last warrior insect on the position under extremely unfavorable circumstances.

Just as the company commander was about to declare victory, he witnessed a devastating scene—Tyron had not only modified his position, but had also connected it to the trenches they had dug themselves!

From the air, one would see that Tyrande's trench network, like vines, had completely swallowed and assimilated Fort A17, turning it into a complex and ugly organic whole. The reason Tyrande hadn't immediately come to reinforce along the connecting passage was simply because the artillery fire from the rear hadn't stopped.

"Damn it!" the company commander cursed, then immediately called out to the other players, "Everyone, hurry up and exchange some promethium in the shop to burn all this disgusting stuff! Otherwise, this place will always be Terran's territory! I'm going to communicate with the rear and tell them to keep the artillery fire until they blow up the passage connecting us to Terran! Or send reinforcements!"

However, the deafening artillery fire suddenly stopped as soon as the company commander finished speaking.

The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

The company commander's face instantly turned extremely pale, and a very ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

As soon as the artillery fire ceased, the purple spore mist quickly enveloped the dying soldiers' vision again, drastically reducing visibility. A chilling rustling sound filled the air. The hundreds of soldiers in the trenches felt a deep-seated unease—this position, which they had recently defended, seemed to have come alive, unleashing a sinister malice upon them, the "invaders." Three minutes earlier, at the rear, the artillery position.

The artillery company commander was standing comfortably next to a cannon, enjoying the symphony of the relentless bombardment—he loved the earth-shaking sensation and the deafening roar.

Just then, a laser beam suddenly shot into the sky, interrupting the symphony that had been immersing him in.

The company commander frowned at the player who had fired the shot, walked over, and shouted, "What happened! Why did you suddenly fire into the sky!"

Amid the lingering echoes of the gunfire, the player could only shout in response, "Company Commander! I see a gargoyle in the sky! I want to try and shoot it down!"

"Gargoyles?!" the company commander roared in astonishment. "What nonsense are you talking about! When do gargoyles ever appear alone? Aren't they always swarming like locusts?!"

"I don't know either!" the other person exclaimed, sounding somewhat aggrieved. "I really saw a gargoyle just fly by in the sky!"

Years of battlefield experience and countless deaths had set the artillery company commander on high alert. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately yelled into the communicator, "Stop! Stop! Stop! All artillery crews, cease fire immediately!"

Despite their confusion, the soldiers carried out the order, and the shelling abruptly ceased. One of them asked, "What happened, platoon leader? We were having a blast!"

The company commander said gravely, "Let's move out first, we'll talk about other things later..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistling sound, all too familiar to these artillerymen, came from the horizon—the sound of objects rubbing against the air at high speed.

Tyrannosaurus Rex's spore mines descended from the sky with long trails, striking the artillery position with pinpoint accuracy!
The company commander, who was already on guard, was the first to react, leaping into cover. When the shockwave of the explosion subsided and he got up again, he found that although he had survived and the dead players were resurrecting around him, all the artillery on the position had been blown to a pile of burning scrap metal.

"Damn it..." The company commander's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was torn between waiting for the new cannons to be sent from the rear or immediately spending his merit points to buy new cannons in the store.

However, no matter what he chooses, it's destined to be too late. Even if he immediately uses his merits to buy new cannons, debugging and calibration will take time. This brief period of firepower gap is enough for Tyrone. Moreover, he wouldn't be foolish enough to redeploy artillery positions in the same location; that would only result in Tyrone bombing them again immediately. He must first move his artillery battery to a new, safe location, which will take even longer.

The company at the front line was already embroiled in close combat with the Tyranids and, predictably, would soon be overwhelmed by the swarm of Zerg.

(End of this chapter)