In Arni's shocked eyes, a bald warrior holding a terrifying long knife in each hand strode across the battlefield. His upper body had no protection, and his whole body was stained red with blood. Combined with the scars all over his body, it looked like
It was as if some divine power had given him the mark of being immune to bullets and bullets.
Then he swung his sword, and a heretic was beheaded, and with another sword, a heretic's chest was cut open.
There was no technique or any extra movement. It seemed that he was not killing people, but simply cutting meat.
Arni suddenly remembered the friendly forces mentioned by his superiors. Originally, he should have waited for the opponent to arrive before launching a counterattack, but he moved ahead of schedule. But now was not the time to think about these things. As the surrounding enemies collapsed, he finally had time to give orders to the surrounding companies.
"Reinforcements are coming!"
Arni shouted into the communicator.
"attack!"
Although the fatigue caused by the wearing off of the medicine began to wash over his body, Arni still rose up to attack the nearest target. The heretic tried to turn around to face him, but he had already drawn his sword.
The sword blade penetrated the opponent's neck without any hindrance, causing the roar in the dirty throat to stop.
Arni punched the thing in the face covered with heretical symbols, then pulled out his sword and stabbed the enemy in the heart again.
After being attacked from two sides, the heretic army finally lost their courage and dispersed, splitting into a group of rabble who only cared about how to escape, but they could not escape no matter what.
Arni wiped his face with a handkerchief, then took two swigs of the kettle.
At this time, several reinforcement officers came over, led by the soldier holding a double sword. Arni already knew their identities from the regimental flag——
Brontë's 9th Infantry Regiment
The Bronte Infantry Regiment is also called the Long Knife Regiment, which comes from their unique culture. This unique regiment comes from the hive world Bronte in the Gorgnar Bay area of the Calixis Sector. Although this world
Violent incidents are frequent in the world, but the residents of Bronte are extremely self-disciplined.
The Bronte people prefer all kinds of blades to long-range weapons. Such weapons will also leave various scars in various large-scale ritual duels, and these scars will also be used by the Bronte people.
They are proudly displayed as a sign of a warrior's heroic battle and rich experience, but there are also several types of scars that are symbols of humiliation: whether they are whipped to punish criminals, or cut by a blade to escape war, a warrior's back
Scars are generally considered a symbol of disgrace.
In this culture, a Bronte soldier would openly display his scars and carry their favorite blade with them, adding new blades to their collection with each battle they survived.
The scars on the arm, torso and face of a Brontë sword-hand, as well as the sword strapped to his armor, give a glimpse of his experience. Of course, many Astra Militarum legions from more civilized areas would regard them as being in conflict with the Ka'er.
Catachan are similar barbarians, but in fact the Brontës come from crowded hives, so they are very good at fighting in narrow terrain and cities, which is completely opposite to Catachan.
The man stood three meters in front of Arni with a full body of blood. Although his swords were hidden behind his back, it still aroused the vigilance of the guards. Arni noticed the battle scars and tattoos on the other man's face, which had a strong
Hive gang style.
After the man looked at Arni for a while, he tilted his head and said in Gothic with a weird accent:
"Abu Bakari's 310th Infantry Regiment."
Arnie nodded and stretched out his hand.
"Yes, I am Colonel Arni Morales, the regiment commander. Thank you for the support of the 9th Bronte Infantry Regiment."
But the man did not shake hands with him, but glanced at the guards beside Arni, and then said coldly:
"These are good soldiers and fought well."
Then he pointed to a wounded soldier wailing on the ground not far away.
"These are just a bunch of rubbish. If we don't come, you might turn victory into defeat."
Although he knew that what the other party said was true, it was his own group after all. Arni coughed lightly, retracted his hand in embarrassment and said:
"Those who can kill the enemy bravely on the battlefield are all good soldiers. They just lack experience. It would be better if they fought two more battles."
The man's eyes moved to the sword in Arni's hand, and then looked at the blood stains on his body.
"Although you are reckless, you dare to go forward and fight the enemy in person. You are a warrior. The Bronte people respect warriors. My name is Yapi Pinto, and some people call me Four-Armed Mantis."
Then he pointed to the sword in Arni's hand.
"It's beautiful, but it's not practical. You should change it to a more lethal sword."
"This is a relic of my ancestors, and I will take it with me to witness the glory."
Arni thought he was well-behaved, but if this barbarian continued to find trouble, he would really get angry.
“Glory is taken from the sword, not man brings glory to the sword.”
After saying these words, the other party turned around and left.
Arni rubbed his nose and shook his head. He really couldn't understand the other party's rude words and deeds, but he probably guessed that the other party was from a low-income family.
Then he put the matter aside. After summoning the communications troops, he immediately reported to his superiors that they had completely eliminated the remaining troops and reoccupied the area. He then ordered the soldiers to clean the battlefield and search for exposed underground water supplies.
Pipe mouth.
Soon all openings were found. Some heretical soldiers tried to use this to escape, but they were all caught and brutally executed. The soldiers were already red-eyed at this time, and they would use this weapon to kill enemies who were still alive.
Killed by bayonet.
Some wanted to search for things from the dead, but were immediately stopped by the political commissar. Nothing on the heretic was allowed to be collected privately, and could only be destroyed together with the heretic's body. Those who hid it privately would be executed immediately - but there were still some soldiers
I tried to get away with it with a sense of luck, but I didn't expect that the political commissars would conduct a body search after the war, so the unlucky guy who was exposed was immediately executed.
After receiving news of the occupation, other troops on the front immediately took action. A Cadian mechanized infantry regiment and an armored regiment quickly passed through the gap. At the same time, the 9th Brontë Infantry Regiment also used those water supply pipes.
Quickly maneuver to the rear of the enemy lines that are still resisting and launch a surprise attack on the heretic army.
A few hours later, a small victory turned into a big victory. The advancing armored forces broke through a regional node of the Red Pirates with lightning speed, destroying the enemy's forward headquarters and a logistics warehouse.
The enemy army was completely defeated, which in turn triggered a chain reaction in the surrounding area. It was not until the Blood Snake Demon's Chaos Space Marines dispatched in groups to launch a surprise attack on the Empire's vanguard that the offensive was temporarily suppressed. However, at this time, the Empire's troops had rushed the furthest.
The boundary of the middle nest has been approached.
However, these have nothing to do with Abu Bakari's 310th Infantry Regiment, because they were ordered to temporarily stay in place, make repairs and wait for follow-up orders.
After this bloody battle, Abu Bakari's 310th Infantry Regiment suffered 438 casualties, 113 missing, and 215 serious injuries. The entire regiment suffered nearly a thousand casualties, especially the second and third battalions. Many companies were left with only a dozen people.
, so the soldiers did not feel much joy of victory. All they could do was silently collect the corpses of their comrades, and welcome their first Sanguinius Day on the battlefield at the bottom of the gloomy hive.