After occupying three high grounds, Hayes and the others had been busy for less than thirty minutes, the whistling shells began to fall to their positions, which immediately fooled everyone, just like the heretic defenders who had been fooled by them before.
How could the enemy's counterattack be so fast?
The soldiers were confused, but Arni quickly discovered the reason through the efforts of the scouts.
Just about thirty kilometers ahead of their position, there was an enemy fortress built in the mountain! The enemy's fortress cannons can directly hit their position!
What's worse is that large groups of enemy troops have already emerged from the fortress, with unknown numbers, but there should be five or six thousand.
This intelligence error is a fatal blow to the 310th Infantry Regiment of Abubakari. Although Alni immediately reported the situation to his superiors and applied for a track strike, he had to wait at least an hour before the result would be achieved. After all, the warships are just that small, and the battlefield needs support.
And more.
At this time, they must rely on their own strength to support it first.
"Soldiers, stand firm! For the sake of the emperor, stand firm!"
It was noon at this time, the sun was already hanging high, and the shells were falling on three high grounds. The soldiers had to curl up in the trenches that had not been dug. Hayes felt his ears deaf, and he felt fatigue that he had never felt before. Like the people around him, his face and clothes were covered with sludge mixed with blood. His fingers holding the gun were painful because they tried too hard, and his shoulders were very sore.
More importantly, he is now dry and hungry.
Not sure how long after, the shelling stopped and Hayes felt someone pulling his collar.
He turned his head and found that it was a wide face and a pair of huge ears. The man was staring at him nervously, sweating all over.
"Hmph, Hasgow, get up quickly, heretic bastards are here!"
This person is called Peak, but the company usually calls him Big Ear Monster. This person is a group of recruits recently. It is said that they are also from the bottom nest. According to him, he was abandoned by his parents at birth and was adopted by a group of scavengers. His body is nothing wrong with his face, his lips are cracked in the middle, his cheeks are swollen and big, his ears are three or four times the size of an ordinary person, and they are hanging on both sides of his head like some kind of animal - probably this is also the reason why his parents abandon him.
However, the family who adopted him was very nice to him, at least he did not abuse him, and got along well with him. Therefore, his personality was unexpectedly gentle, but life in the bottom nest was indeed difficult. Peak's adoptive mother had a chronic disease that needed very expensive medicine to relieve. In exchange for some medicine, he chose to secretly join the army without hiding it from his family.
After he arrived at the army, he called him brother when he saw someone. In fact, he was two or three years older than Hayes. In addition, he had a good relationship with Fitz, who was also somewhat mutated, and often helped the other party move things.
"Wait, I'll slowly..."
"Hmph, OK, Hasgow, Humph, I'm going to Fitzger."
Hayes did not stand up, but just leaned against the edge of the trench and hurriedly picked up the kettle. He twisted his trembling hand and took a few sips, making his throat less dry before he came out.
At this time, the position had been blown up a lot, with many fragmented corpses and fortifications mixed together. Their class was lucky, and no shells fell into their trenches. The trenches dug by these heretics were also quite deep, so it can only be said that it was thanks to the other party not being lazy.
Hayes looked into the distance and the heresy's queue had been revealed. The red and black battle flags symbolizing the Red Pirates were flying in the air. They were also wearing red-painted carapaces. In addition to the different paints, the equipment was no different from the conventional Astral Army. There were even accompanying armored vehicles and simple light tanks.
Obviously, although these heretics are well equipped, their strategies have not changed at all.
They intend to directly attack the high ground and regain the place.
"beat!"
While the enemy began to run in small steps, the imperial artillery also began to shoot. The shells streaked over the heads of everyone, creating tragic explosions in the enemy's queue. At the same time, the defenders on the three high grounds also fired guns and cannons, releasing fierce firepower.
Since both sides played similarly, the battle quickly turned into a war of attrition. However, no matter how many heresy charges, the 310th Infantry Regiment of Abubakari defended the front line - despite paying a certain price.
Hayes saw many comrades whom he had not had time to meet died. One of the recruits was about the same age as him. This was the first time he fought. He was thrown into the sky by a shell. When he landed on the ground, his stomach had been cut open, and his intestines were broken into two pieces like a coil of tangled ropes, and died in the stench of feces and blood.
Although the political commissars have been working hard to encourage everyone, in Hayes's view, such death is unfortunate, unattractive, and without glory.
However, he didn't have much energy to think. As a member of the machine gun squad, his biggest task was to carry ammunition.
And he had moved five boxes and was so tired that he almost fainted.
Despite paying such a price, Hayes still felt that the company was lucky. They defended the defense line of the 378 Highlands and other troops also defended the defense line, which means that they were at least in a condescending situation.
After all, once the front is broken, the consequences will be disastrous: the trickle of casualties is likely to plummet.
If the situation continues like this, the enemy will eventually collapse in a desperate attack.
But the situation is always unsatisfactory.
An unusual explosion came from the 411 Highlands. Hayes keenly captured and turned his head. He saw a huge rusty red fighter plane parked on the highlands. Some terrible things were falling in the open hatch.
They were the most terrifying monsters Hays had ever seen, even more terrifying than the beasts in his dreams.
They were some terrible giants, twice as tall as any human around them, with mottled scarlet armor covered with a large amount of human skin, bones or creatures, and either horns or tentacles on the helmet, holding huge chainsaw battle axe or chainsaw sword in both hands, and bomb guns.
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Hayes was shocked. The manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs never introduced such an enemy. Is it the legendary demon?
"Damn it! It's Chaos Space Marine!!!"
Hashet also saw the giants appearing on the 411 Highlands and immediately howled, as if they were awakened by a nightmare.
"Chaos...Space Marine?"
Hayes was even more confused. Chaos was evil, he knew this because the pastor often promoted it.
Space Marine...
Aren't they the will of the emperor? Shouldn't they be angels? How could they be related to this evil?
But those twisted giants seemed to be a proof, making Hayes's past ideas look like a joke.
What's worse is that they started massacre as soon as they landed. Although there were only five, the surrounding defenders could not resist at all, and their morale quickly collapsed.
The most fatal thing is that their leader is in the 411 Highland!
"The leader is dead! The leader is dead!"
Five Chaos Space Marines completely defeated the defenders on 411 in less than three minutes. Many people began to throw their positions and weapons down the high ground, and some ran towards the high ground.
The sound of prayers and the cry of victory were replaced by the sound of panic. The heretics were beaten to run away a few minutes ago. Now the soldiers of the Empire blindly escaped from the enemy. All the illusions of order and discipline disappeared, and the army lost all cohesion. Although the officers and political commissars tried to shout orders, trying to restore military discipline, and even shooting deserters, the chaos in the entire regiment continued to deteriorate.
An almost perceived panic surged in the team, and for these soldiers, there was only the most basic survival problem left.
Chapter completed!