"For the Emperor! For the Blood of San Gilles!"
Those terrifying roars echoed in the air, and the flesh-torchers fought in their usual way - that is, they fought in close combat in a frantically. There were about forty or fifty blood-red figures on the entire battlefield, with the flagpole inserted on the ground, allowing the scarlet flag to flutter in the strong wind.
"They're pretty quick this time."
Hayes, who was standing on the Chimera hatch, muttered and pulled out his chainsaw sword.
"Expand! Arrange the fire line! Suppress the enemy!"
The first one to fire was Chimera and various vehicles, and various Tyron aliens rushed over and attacked the temporary defensive cordon formed by the Space Marines.
After receiving firepower support from the auxiliary army, the pressure of the meat-torchers was slightly reduced. At this time, more troops of Hays' regiment were also arrived here one after another. Their regiment commander also arrived in the command car. The meat-torcher commander retreated from the front line and began to communicate with the regiment commander.
A few minutes later, a repair plan was formed, and the auxiliary army carried out firepower suppression. The militia took the initiative to attack and pushed Tyron out of the gap. Then the repair vehicles of the mechanical mechanics would quickly repair the place with quick-drying materials.
"Concentrate firepower to attack those warrior insects!!"
After receiving the mission command, as a frontal fire support company, Hays immediately arranged for the soldiers to establish a shooting position, and their light and heavy weapons quickly began to roar.
A large group of aliens fell on bullets. Under the bombardment of plasma and lasers, their chitin-covered corpses rolled in the ashes and sludge, and their broken limbs were blown away, dragging pus and pulling out thin filaments in the air.
But they are still rushing forward.
The Tyron aliens swept the dam like a living tide with sharp blades. The Space Marines no longer faced the enemy head-on, but appeared on both sides of the enemy, wielding battle axes, chainsaw swords and warhammers with their deadly and exquisite skills.
Some of the companies in the regiment were sent to the guard wall. The twenty-meter-high guard wall was combined with various fire points and automatic turrets, which were enough to withstand most of the Tyrons. However, it was obvious that this breakthrough had been discovered that the enemy's density was increasing significantly, and the original firepower was insufficient, so more firepower was needed to be added to the guard wall.
Under the unreserved fierce firepower, Tyron, who was trying to break through the gap, was gradually repelled, and more than two regiments of militia were gathered, among them, the youngest seemed to be only fourteen years old, the oldest was in his sixties, and even his clothes were not neat. Not to mention militia, they were not even as good as gang members.
But in order to give them a certain combat effectiveness, Hays's regiment still had to take out some weapons to support them. The regiment instructor wearing silver-gray power feedback power armor stood at the height of the ammunition box and shouted at the militia:
"The betrayal of your kind has already shamed you all! This is a soul and spiritual humiliation! It must be washed with blood! So! Take up the weapon! Charge the enemy! Two people have a gun! The one in front fell down, and the one in the back picked up and rushed!"
The force feedback power armor of this regiment instructor made him look very majestic, but it is very different from the power feedback power armor of various types of the Empire. It is actually an armor designed by Ulanhuda at Soshiyan's request. It combines three elements of protection, flexibility and cost. Its weight is heavier than the power armor of the combat nun, but it is lighter than the holy hammer-shaped power armor of the Inquisition. Its appearance is close to the Ignatus-type power armor developed by the Mechanical Society for the Heretic Inquisition, but it uses some of the technology of Wanderer-style individual armor passed down by the Soshiyan family. The main reason is that the power armor does not require an additional heavy external power source. As for the other parts, there is no very special one, because its core requirement is that it can be produced on a large scale, which is too expensive and obviously does not meet this requirement.
This model of power armor can give a mortal a power that is nearly half of the power of Space Marine and about 60% of the defense capabilities of Space Marine Power Armor. It also has a built-in life maintenance system and a helmet with primary mental protection capabilities. Only instructors of the regiment and above are eligible to wear this Eternal Eagle Power Feedback Power Armor.
Soon, the weapons were distributed to the hands of the militia-like militia. Although the laser gun was the weapon they had always hoped to get, it was obviously not the case, and more than half of them used primitive live-fire weapons and melee weapons.
But the meat-torcher who is anxious to block the gap will not take care of so many things.
"charge!"
With a command, the militia began to rush towards the Tyron alien, which was still crowded with firepower from the auxiliary army.
A samurai insect howled excitedly and fell into the crowd. As the sharp blade waving, five people turned into broken corpses, and the rest screamed and shot at it, which only angered it and made it kill even more crazily.
"With His blood, I will win!!"
Amid the roar, a meat-torcher who ignited a jet pack fell from the sky and crushed the warrior insect under his feet as soon as he landed.
Then he turned around and shot a Tyron beast with fangs at close range, then waved the chainsaw battle axe in his hand to split the other samurai worm that jumped over. His appearance brought fear and courage to the militiamen, as if infected by the crazy temperament of the Tyron, and they howled and attacked the enemy like wild beasts. The Tyron, who had been on the flank, finally entered the battle and led the militia to work together to push Tyron out of the gap.
However, the brave warrior who first broke into the ground soon encountered trouble. Just as he led the militia to charge, a thorny claw crossed his shoulder and pierced into his breastplate.
The flesh-torcher held the alien's claw and twisted it, and cut the chainsaw into the upper shoulder of the roaring Tyron Warrior. But the thing was not an ordinary samurai worm, but a warrior commander. Its shell resisted the attack and did not allow the chainsaw to continue to penetrate. Then the alien used one of its forelimbs to embed the other forelimbs of the Space Marine's breastplate to capture the Space Marine's helmet.
Amid the terrifying friction, the Tyron Warriors used brute force to tear open the ceramic steel and plastic steel plates, and the sealing layer at the neck of the power armor was also torn apart halfway.
The meat-torcher fell to the ground, and the militia around him were frightened by this. They didn't know how to help the angel for a moment. A dark red and twisted face appeared in the broken helmet. The meat-torcher blinked his exposed right eye hard, trying to get rid of the sensory information chaos caused by his damaged automatic sensory system. However, his weapon fell when he fell, and he could only grasp the enemy's claws with both hands to prevent him from piercing his head.
Chapter completed!