The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Less than half an hour after the Red Pirates launched their attack, the three tank regiments stationed in Aynin were all attacked. More than fifty Leman Russ were destroyed in the first round of attack, but the tank crews tried hard to activate them despite the flames and bullets. tanks, finally mobilizing some of the Leman Russ.

Then the Red Pirates suffered their first wave of losses. At least 10 Terminator were directly wiped from the ground by the main gun of the tank. Even the thick Terminator armor could not be spared under the close-range bombardment.

And those tankers without tanks didn't panic, trying to cover the only tanks fighting, firing their lasguns and throwing grenades. Although the firepower of this small weapon could not penetrate the armored shell of the Terminator, it interfered The traitors, some daring tank soldiers even used fuel to make simple Molotov cocktails, and used the cover of the surrounding buildings to smash at these armored giants.

Sending the Terminator alone was a mistake, and after losing more than two dozen Terminator, the Red Corsair retreated from the onslaught of tanks

Although the enemy was repelled, the armored forces stationed in Aining also suffered huge losses, and it was difficult to play a key role anymore. The Red Pirates' tactical intentions have been completed.

With the defensive batteries destroyed and communications cut, there was no hindrance when assault craft loaded with troops parachuted into the city.

Wearing blood-red armor, with the red pirate logo printed on their chests, and armed with standard lasers, the soldiers of the Tyrant Legion came out of the assault boats in a file. Their actions were fast and standard, and they were no different from ordinary Star Militia troops—except that they were more cruel and bloodthirsty.

At the same time, the assault boats descended with swarms of gunboats and Thunderhawks skimming above the streets, intermittently slamming into the sides of buildings or digging craters out of the road.

Horrific screams rang out as civilians poured from their shattered homes, and the streets filled with hordes of terrified humans.

And the heretic soldiers advanced with ruthless efficiency, bayoneting civilians to death, gunning them at their doors, and driving them into the streets with merciless massacres.

The purpose of this brutal strategy soon became apparent, and the pdf had already erected barricades in the streets to hold back the enemy's advance.

Driven by bayonets behind them, desperate civilians rushed to the front of the garrison.

The PDF commanders hesitated to give the order to fire on their own people, and by the time the belated order came, the civilians had crashed into the soldiers, confusing their ranks and breaking through the barricade defenses.

"For the Black Heart King!"

The soldiers of the Tyrant Legion yelled slogans and broke down the barricades of PDF. At the same time, as the transport boats delivered tanks and artillery to the ground, they began to receive heavy fire support.

The situation in Aynin deteriorated further, and more than three million soldiers of the Tyrant's Legion were dropped on the ground. They fought and slaughtered, while the Thunderhawks dropped their deadly cargo-

Chaos Space Marines.

On the other side, after a period of confusion, the nearly ninety-year-old planetary governor arrived at the relatively safe command room.

Here, underground in Eyring, it's spacious, the generator is still working, and bright strip lighting throws sterile faux glare from the polished white surfaces of the accessories.

The planetary governor stood on the huge screen and watched the horror unfold, as chaos and heresy engulfed his homeland before his eyes.

Despite the horrors that had engulfed him, he still tried desperately to maintain his tall and dignified demeanor.

Although this governor was born in a hive noble family, his family was not prominent. He also served in the Star Militia Army, and became a regimental commander during the Badab War, fighting on more than a dozen planets in several galaxies. , also once fought against the former Star Claw.

It is a boon in itself for the Emperor to allow me to survive the battle, he mused, tugging absently at the rich brocade at his sleeves.

Then tears flowed down the painful cheeks of a dilapidated old man.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of living up to his duty.

boom-

Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the walls.

The Viceroy's bunkers were designed to counter rebellion and civil unrest, and proved to be no obstacle to Chaos Space Marines, who were used to breaching starship bulkheads and therefore knew exactly what to do.

The huge steel door blocking the bunker's entrance was quickly reduced to dregs under the concentrated blast of the plasma cannon, but molten metal was still dripping from the frame as the Red Corsair rushed through the opening.

"Well"

The Governor of the planet groaned in the smoke. Although the protective force field with him prevented the explosion from tearing his body, it couldn't eliminate the kinetic energy of the explosion, causing him to slam into the wall hard.

Then, with the sound of heavy footsteps, a figure full of spikes appeared in his blurred vision.

A mocking laugh came from under his helmet as the Red Corsair stared down at the shattered Governor.

Although most of the bones were shattered, the planetary governor tried to protect the object held against his chest, which was tightly wrapped in his clothes.

The red pirate thought it was something valuable, so he stretched out his hand and broke the old man's arm, and then opened his clothes, but what caught his eyes was a really shining plasma grenade—

Finally, the Planetary Governor squeezed out a smile.

"Fuck you heretic bastard—"

The flash instantly engulfed the two of them.

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"I've heard that the Cadians are great warriors."

The visor fogged up as Commissar Gregory shouted into the comm bead under his respirator.

"But this time instead, I see motherless cubs, ready to die in the dirt! Get up and fight, you cowards! Follow your superiors, or shame your ancestors!"

Gregory had no way of knowing how much of the explosion was audible, as the shells tore through the ground around them, lifted the soggy dirt, and tore apart any hapless Cadians who came close enough, but he believed in himself meaning has been communicated.

He was a strong man, perfectly capable of providing on-the-spot discipline when needed, with black eyes that stood out prominently in his olive face, the collar of his black coat turned up almost to the brim of his hat, and when caught He's terrified a lot of low-level soldiers when his eagle eye is on, and they've seen him kill enough cowards and thugs to know that if the commissar needs to set an example to prevent a rout, it'll be with the back of the head One shot sets the example.

But in fact, Commissar Gregory prefers to use threats to motivate troops to take action~www.readwn.com~ rather than practical applications. Compared with pushing soldiers to death, he is more about keeping them alive.

The entire battlefield, from the outer walls of the city to the fortress, is covered in a barbed wire fence and strewn with anti-vehicle mines, and the unwary can fall into trenches full of spikes.

This is the fortress where the Cadian 356th Regiment was stationed. The head of the regiment ordered all members to enter the fighting state at the first moment of the attack. Compared with those troops in the urban area, they had more time to prepare on the outskirts of the city. .

Although he lost contact with the central command center, Garland Salomon, the head of the Cadian 356th Regiment, immediately contacted the Strategic Command of the Astral Army. They still contacted the friendly forces and got the latest instructions.

In fact, this is not an instruction, but a suggestion—

stay put

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