Less than half an hour after the Red Pirates launched their attack, three tank regiments stationed in Aining were all attacked. More than fifty Leman Russ were destroyed in the first round of attacks, but the tank crews struggled to activate them despite the flames and bullets.
The tanks finally made part of the Leman Russ move.
Then the Red Pirates suffered their first wave of losses. At least 10 Terminators were directly wiped from the ground by the tank's main gun. Even the thick Terminator armor could not survive the close range bombardment.
The tank crews who did not have tanks did not panic, and worked hard to cover the only tank operations, shooting with their laser guns and throwing grenades. Although the firepower of this small weapon could not penetrate the Terminator's armored shell, it interfered with the Terminator's armored shell.
Traitors, some bold tank soldiers even used fuel to make simple Molotov cocktails, and used the cover of surrounding buildings to smash at these armored giants.
It was a mistake for the Red Corsairs to send the Terminators alone, and after losing more than twenty Terminators, the Red Corsairs retreated under heavy fire from the tanks.
Although the enemy was repelled, the armored forces stationed in Aining also suffered huge losses and were no longer able to play a key role. The Red Pirates' tactical intentions had been completed.
With the defensive batteries destroyed and communications disrupted, there was nothing to hinder the troop-laden assault boats as they parachuted into the city.
Wearing blood-red armor, with a red pirate logo printed on their chests, and holding standard lasers, Tyrant Legion soldiers filed out of the assault boats. They moved quickly and standardly, and were no different from ordinary Astra Militarum—except that they were more cruel and bloodthirsty.
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At the same time, the assault boats were accompanied by a large number of gunboats and Thunderhawks. They passed over the streets, intermittent fire slamming into the sides of buildings or gouging craters from the road.
As civilians poured out of their damaged homes, screams of terror rang out, and the streets were filled with a crowd of frightened humans.
The heretical soldiers advanced with ruthless efficiency, bayoneting civilians to death, gunning them down on their doorsteps, and driving them into the streets with ruthless slaughter.
The goal of this cruel strategy soon became apparent, and pdf had already built barricades on the streets to block the enemy's attack.
Driven by bayonets behind them, the desperate civilians rushed towards the front of the garrison.
The PDF commanders hesitated to give the order to fire on their own people, but by the time the belated order was given, the civilians had already crashed into the soldiers, confusing their ranks and breaking the barricade defenses.
"For the Blackheart King!"
The soldiers of the Tyrant Legion roared slogans and broke down the pdf barricades. At the same time, as transport boats dropped tanks and artillery to the ground, they began to receive heavy firepower support.
The situation in Ainin worsened further. More than three million soldiers of the Tyrant Legion were dropped to the ground. They fought and slaughtered on the one hand, while the Thunderhawks also dropped their deadly cargo——
Chaos Space Marines.
On the other side, after a period of confusion, the nearly ninety-year-old planet governor arrived at the relatively safe command room.
Located underground in Eining, it's spacious, the generators still working, and bright strip lighting throwing a sterile artificial glare from the polished white surfaces of the accessories.
The Planet Governor looked at the huge screen and watched the horrific scenes unfold. Chaos and heresy engulfed his homeland in front of his eyes.
Despite the horror that had engulfed him, he still desperately tried to maintain his tall and dignified demeanor.
Although this governor came from a hive noble, his family was not prominent. He also served in the Astra Militarum and reached the rank of regimental leader in the Badab War, fighting on more than a dozen planets in several galaxies.
, and also once fought against the Star Claw in the past.
The Emperor allowing me to survive the battlefield is a blessing in itself, he mused, absentmindedly tugging at the gorgeous brocade on his sleeves.
Then tears flowed down the painful face of a broken old man.
He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of failing in his duty.
boom--
Suddenly, an explosion tore through the wall.
The Governor's bunker was designed to combat rebellion and civil strife, and proved to be no obstacle to the Chaos Space Marines, who were used to breaching starship bulkheads and knew exactly what to do.
The huge steel door blocking the entrance to the bunker quickly turned to slag under the concentrated blast of plasma cannons, but molten metal was still dripping from the frame as the Red Pirates rushed through the opening.
"Well"
The planet governor groaned in the smoke. Although the protective force field he carried prevented the explosion from tearing his body apart, it could not eliminate the kinetic energy of the explosion, causing him to hit the wall hard.
Then, along with the sound of heavy footsteps, a figure covered with spikes appeared in his blurred vision.
When the red pirate stared down at the broken governor, a sarcastic laugh came from under his helmet.
Although most of the bones were shattered, the planetary governor tried to protect the object pressed against his chest, wrapped tightly in his clothes.
The red pirate thought it was some valuable item, so he stretched out his hand and broke the old man's arm, then opened his clothes, but what caught his eye was a real flashing plasma grenade——
Finally, the planet governor forced a smile.
"Fuck you heretical bastard—"
The flash of light engulfed both of them in an instant.
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"I've heard that the Cadian people are great warriors."
When Political Commissar Gregor shouted at the communication bead under his respirator, his visor fogged up.
"But now it's the opposite. What I see are motherless cubs, ready to die in the mud! Get up and fight, you cowards! Follow your commanders, or humiliate your ancestors!"
Gregor had no way of knowing how much of the explosion was audible as the shells tore up the ground around them, kicking up soggy dirt and tearing apart any unfortunate Cadian who came close enough, but he believed he
The meaning has been conveyed.
He was a strong man, fully capable of providing on-the-spot discipline when needed. His dark eyes stood out in his olive face. The collar of his black coat was turned up, almost touching the brim of his hat.
His eagle eye had frightened many low-ranking soldiers, and they had seen him kill enough cowards and gangsters to know that if the commissar needed to set an example to prevent a rout, it would be with a shot to the back of the head.
One shot sets an example.
But in fact, Commissar Gregor prefers to use threats to motivate troops to take action rather than practical applications. Rather than pushing soldiers to death, he is more interested in keeping them alive.
The entire battlefield from the outer walls of the city to the fortress is covered by a barbed wire fence and filled with anti-vehicle mines. Careless people may also fall into trenches full of spikes.
This is the fortress where the Kadian 356th Regiment is stationed. At the first moment of the attack, the commander of the regiment ordered all members to enter combat mode. Compared with those troops in the city, they located in the suburbs have more time to prepare.
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Although he lost contact with the central command center, the commander of the Cadian 356th Regiment, Garland Salomon, immediately contacted the Astra Militarum Strategic Command. Although he was disturbed by various noises, he used a military long-range communicator to
They still contacted friendly forces and received the latest instructions.
In fact, this is not an instruction, but a suggestion——