After occupying three highlands, Hayes and the others had only been busy for thirty minutes when whizzing shells began to fall on their positions. This blinded everyone, just like the heretical defenders who had been blinded by them before.
Same.
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.
About thirty kilometers in front of their position, there is a fortress built by the enemy in the mountain! The enemy's fortress cannon can hit their position directly!
What's worse is that a large number of enemy troops have poured out of the fortress. The number is unknown, but there should be five or six thousand.
This intelligence error was a fatal blow to Abu Bakari's 310th Infantry Regiment. Although Alni immediately reported the situation to his superiors and applied for an orbital strike, the result would not come until at least an hour later. After all, the battleship was
So little, but a battlefield that needs support
then more.
At this time, they must rely on their own strength to hold on.
"Soldiers, stand firm! For the Emperor, stand firm!"
It was now noon, the sun was already high in the sky, and artillery shells continued to fall on three highlands. The soldiers had to huddle in the trenches that had not yet been dug. Hayes felt that his ears were going deaf at this time.
He felt tired like never before. Like the people around him, his face and clothes were stained with mud mixed with blood. The fingers holding the gun were in pain from too much force, and his shoulders were very sore.
What's more, he is now thirsty and hungry.
After an unknown amount of time, the shelling stopped, and Hayes felt someone grabbing his collar.
He turned around and saw a broad face with a pair of huge ears. The man was staring at him nervously, sweating profusely.
"Hmph, Brother Hayes, get up quickly, the heretical bastards are here!"
This man's name is Peak, but the company generally calls him Big-Eared Monster. This man is a recent recruit. It is said that he is also from the bottom nest. According to him, he was abandoned by his parents when he was born and was adopted by a group of scavengers. He
There is nothing wrong with his body, but his face is ugly, his lips are split in the middle, his cheeks are swollen and big, his ears are three or four times the size of ordinary people, and they hang down on both sides of his head like some kind of animal - probably these are his parents too
The reason for abandoning him.
However, the family that adopted him was very kind to him. At least there was no abuse and they got along harmoniously. Therefore, his personality was unexpectedly gentle. However, life in the bottom nest was indeed very difficult. Peak's adoptive mother had a chronic disease that required expensive medicine to alleviate.
, just in exchange for some medicine, he chose to secretly join the army without telling his family.
After he came to the army, he called everyone brother. In fact, he was two or three years older than Hayes. In addition, he had a good relationship with Fitz, who also had some mutations, and often helped each other move things.
"Wait, I'll take it slow."
"Hmph, okay, Brother Hayes, hum, I'm going to Brother Fitz's."
Hayes did not stand up, but half-crouched against the edge of the trench. He hurriedly picked up the kettle, opened the bottle cap with trembling hands and took two long sips to make his throat less dry before popping his head.
At this time, the position had long been bombed into a mess, and many fragmented corpses were mixed with the rubble of the fortifications. Their squad was lucky enough that no shells fell in their trenches. The trenches dug by these heretics were relatively deep. It can only be said that
Thanks to the other party for not being lazy.
Hayes looked into the distance. The formation of heretics had been revealed. The red and black battle flags symbolizing the red pirates were flying in the air. They were all wearing red carapace armor. Except for the different painting, the equipment was the same as that of the regular star realm.
There is no difference between the army and the army, and there are even accompanying armored vehicles and simple light tanks.
Obviously, although these heretics have good equipment, their strategies have not changed at all.
They plan to directly attack the high ground and take it back.
"beat!"
While the enemy began to run in small steps, the imperial artillery also began to fire. The shells passed over everyone's heads, creating tragic explosions in the enemy's queue. At the same time, the defenders on the three highlands also fired their guns and artillery, releasing a
Intense firepower.
Since both sides had similar fighting styles, the battle quickly turned into a war of attrition, but no matter how many times the heretics charged, Abubakari's 310th Infantry Regiment held on to the front—even though it paid a certain price.
Hayes saw many comrades he had not yet gotten to know die. One of the recruits was about the same age as him. This was his first time fighting. He was thrown into the sky by a cannonball. When he landed, his stomach had been cut open and his intestines were like a roll.
It was broken into two parts like a tangled rope, and died in the stench of feces and blood.
Although the political commissars had been trying to encourage everyone, in Hayes' view, such a death was unfortunate, unattractive, and without honor.
However, he didn't have much energy to think about it. As a member of the machine gun squad, his biggest task was to carry ammunition.
And he had already moved five boxes, and he almost fainted from exhaustion.
Despite paying such a price, Hayes still felt that the company was lucky. They held the defense line of Hill 378, and other troops also held the line of defense, which meant that they were at least still in a condescending position.
After all, once the front line is broken, the consequences will be catastrophic: the trickle of casualties is likely to cascade.
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 Highland 411. Hayes keenly caught it and turned his head. He saw a huge rust-red fighter plane parked on the high ground. In the open hatch, something terrible was falling.
They were the scariest monsters Hayes had ever seen, even scarier than the beasts in his dreams.
They were some terrifying giants, twice as tall as any humans around them. Their mottled scarlet armor was covered with a large amount of human skin, human bones or growths. Their helmets either had horns or tentacles growing out, and they held huge weapons in their hands.
A chainsaw or chainsword, and a bolter.
"what is that--"
Hayes was stunned. This kind of enemy was never introduced in the manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Could it be the legendary demon?
"Damn it! It's Chaos Space Marines!!!"
Hashet also saw those giants appearing on Highland 411, and immediately howled uncontrollably, as if he had been awakened by a nightmare.
"Chaos Space Marine?"
Hayes was even more confused. Chaos was evil. He knew this because the priest often preached it.
But Space Marine.
Aren't they the will of the Emperor? Shouldn't they be angels? How could they be associated with such evil?
But those Twisted Giants seemed to be ironclad proof, making Hayes' past concepts seem like a joke.
To make matters worse, they started massacring as soon as they landed. Although there were only five of them, the surrounding defenders were unable to resist at all, and their morale quickly collapsed.
The most deadly thing is that their leader is at Highland 411!
"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 abandon their positions and weapons and run to the high ground, and some ran to high ground 378.
Prayers and shouts of victory were replaced by sounds of panic. A few minutes ago the heretics were beaten and scurrying, and now the Imperial soldiers were blindly running away from the enemy. All illusions of order and discipline were gone, and the army was lost.
Although the officers and political commissars worked hard to shout orders, try to restore military discipline, and even shoot deserters, the chaos in the entire regiment continued to worsen.
An almost palpable panic surged through the ranks. For these soldiers, only the most basic issues of survival remained.
People ran away, not caring about tripping over the bodies of their dead and wounded comrades. The entire army turned into frightened beasts desperately trying to avoid their pursuers. Even the officers and a few political commissars were wrapped up and driven down from the high ground, completely