As the Starfire approached Gages, the squadron sent a signal indicating that the space around the planet had been cleared, and then one warship after another slowly approached the planet with only a little orbital defense power left.
Even from such a distance, Soshyan could see the green-skinned floating dock trembling under the powerful firepower of the fleet.
Those precise gunfire annihilated the meteorite modification facilities and auxiliary tugboats one by one, and cleared away the floating meteorites and large pieces of space debris that might pose a threat to the fleet.
The Spark also joined the chorus of firepower.
Bursts of dull roars echoed on the deck, shaking all the cabins, like a giant gong ringing chaotically in an empty marble palace.
There was a different smell in the air, as if dust or ashes had been mixed into the central circulation system.
After half an hour of indiscriminate bombing, the next phase of the war gradually began.
The ground forces of the fleet began to launch a full-scale offensive against Gages, and all the warriors of the battle group gathered together to watch the battle.
The low orbit of Gages is now wide open, allowing various spaceships of the imperial army to transport large numbers of people to the assembly point in low orbit. The huge hatches of those huge transport ships are opened one by one under the control of heavy cantilevers, like
The winged roc in ancient mythology.
Further down is the planet that fills the entire field of vision. It looks like a huge orange and looks particularly dazzling.
After the transport ship arrived in low orbit, batches of heavy warships also lined up and sailed into view, and the soldiers watched intently.
For a moment, a small but blazing fire suddenly lit up the bright orange land below - the orbital bombardment officially kicked off.
Many dark spots began to appear on the planet, and the orange's surface was stained with bruises. Those particularly bright spots were the flash points produced after the fired ammunition and lasers hit the void shield.
During the orbital suppressive bombing process, the transport fleet that had reached the predetermined height immediately began to drop ground troops, like a group of giant giants throwing seeds or chaff as fine as dust at their feet.
According to traditional tactics, the first batch of landing troops will open up a safe landing site on the ground, and then heavy equipment will arrive on the ground via large transport aircraft to unload those war machines.
Even the simple thinking of the green skins can understand the importance of not allowing the opponent to easily open a landing site, so they will definitely gather their strength to try to eliminate the landing troops in place.
Therefore, the first batch of troops to land must fight a bloody battle with the enemy without heavy fire support.
The casualties of such wars are often horrific.
However, this is the role of the Astra Militarum. As the cornerstone of the entire campaign, regardless of whether they have strong bodies and minds, they play a supporting role in the war.
The decisive blow is often in the hands of more elite and scarcer weapons.
This is why the Chapter Astartes was born.
Five hours after the landing operation was launched, Soshyan received a message. The commander of the detachment said that the greenskins had come out in full force and were fighting fiercely with the Astra Militarum, which was a good opportunity to destroy their hearts.
"We're going to the surface."
Soshyan turned to Sol and said:
"Do you want to go down?"
It almost sounds like a question, but it's actually a notification of next steps.
Sol nodded slightly.
Soon, Thunder Eagle arrived on the flight deck of the Starfire. Twenty-five soldiers were ready to go, including Priest Yazdan.
"let's go."
There is no need to do any pre-war mobilization. Soshyan believes that his soldiers are fully mentally prepared.
A few minutes later, the Thunderhawk was like a comet streaking across the sky, rapidly approaching the greenskin core stronghold of Gages through friction with the thin atmosphere.
There is some element in the planet's atmosphere that is not suitable for ordinary humans to breathe. Most of the mortal troops who land must wear roaring masks. Only the Astartes do not need such protective measures.
You don’t even need to wear a helmet
During the landing, Soshyan always paid attention to the dynamics of the war and the structure of the planet's surface.
Most of the planets occupied by green skins will soon lose their vitality, leaving only huge deserts on the ground, as if they are a whole piece of brown glass.
Due to the huge beam of light falling from the sky, everything was dyed a touch of orange.
The trail produced by the Thunder Eagle when it passes through the void shield is like a series of bursting electric sparks.
Looking from an altitude of several thousand meters, one can already see staggeringly large towers piercing the ground and straight into the sky. These huge buildings like hive spiers are exactly the same as the rough and wild style of the greenskins.
They are about ten kilometers apart and arranged at regular intervals, as if they were stalagmites growing in a cave.
Sol, who was sitting next to Soshyan, suddenly said his first words after boarding the plane.
"This is a super-large stance generator. Being able to create something like this means that there must be a very powerful engineer among the greenskins here. They are generally called big tech masters."
Soshyan heard the implication of Thor's words - I'm afraid the greenskins here are not easy to deal with.
He looked out the window carefully. In the face of such a large-scale extraterrestrial invasion, those giant shields performed very well, absorbing most of the power of the orbital bombardment.
On the tactical panel, the greenskins protected under the void shield were also preparing to launch the most powerful counterattack.
Through real-time tactical projection, Soshyan could see countless soldiers and armored vehicles rolling across the wasteland like huge waves, rushing towards the target through the fiery tracks plowed by orbital bombardment.
Fire was everywhere, the ferocious firepower left spots on the ground, and the earthen fortresses built by the green skins gradually melted, but this was only the most insignificant part of the huge defense force.
Thousands of billowing smoke pillars scattered across the vast land rose into the ocher-yellow sky. The damaged vehicles spewing thick smoke were just insignificant black dots on the green projector, buried in the surging tide of offensive.
middle.
This is the background of a war painting. If it is paired with a general or commander standing with a helmet on his feet and a sword drawn, it would be enough to become a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.
Such a spectacular scene was beyond anything he had ever seen.
But in a rather contradictory moment, he realized the different conflicting aspects of human beings: on the one hand, the majestic and powerful general was complacent, on the other hand, the small and fragile individual soldier suddenly fell to the ground and immediately disappeared in the face of countless colleagues.
Under the footsteps of the alien barrier charging.
Okena's defensive front stretched thousands of kilometers and threw devastating and ferocious firepower at the approaching army.
At the forefront of the Imperial offensive, the greenskin's astonishingly powerful weapon strikes reduced armored vehicles and mortal bodies to wreckage, and even the air itself was distorted by the explosion.
On the top of the hundred-meter-high rock fortresses, huge turrets of different shapes slowly rotated, washing the ground with shells that seriously exceeded the standard charge. Occasionally, you can see these turrets causing damage due to improper operation.
Destroyed.
These explosions left behind burnt, black, sticky, steaming scars in the Imperial army's formation, and entire companies of soldiers simply evaporated.
At the same time, a large number of super-heavy tanks marched in, ready to fire. The powerful poison blades raised their muzzles and began to bombard those fortresses.
Green-skinned buildings have always been incompatible with sturdiness, and those buildings quickly shattered under the bombardment of artillery fire, with large clouds of smoke and dust flying everywhere.
From Soshyan's point of view, those explosions seemed insignificant, and the flying ash was just a little bit of dust, but he understood that this was still an effect in comparison with the grand scale.
Those fortresses were actually huge, and every dust cloud was as big as an entire city block reduced to rubble.
The outer defense line that the Astra Militarum attacked with all its strength had little effect, and the door to the greenskin core stronghold was still closed.
Five minutes later, countless rockets rose from the rear of the Greenskin front and hit the Empire's front. Even the super-heavy tanks disintegrated under the continuous bombardment. The tank crews and their vehicles turned into incendiary blackened remains.
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Soshyan couldn't help but wonder, how many imperial soldiers were sent out of their souls at that second?
In that moment, in that deafening roar.
At this time, there was a sudden vibration under his feet, and then the entire Thunder Eagle trembled.