"This is really a great victory. Thanks to the sacrifice of the servants of the God of All Machines, I think it will take not long to drive those savage monsters out of this continent, right?"
Although the voice of the wise ruler sounded mechanical and monotonous, there was a lot of information contained inside, and Telshak just grinned.
"Drive away? No, at least not now, we have to leave a part."
"What?"
"The focus of the plan has never been here, sage, we came to save Riza's precious industrial property, and I think this sacrifice is worth it."
Telshak said it very bluntly, because after coming, after discussion, the three company commanders decided to use the remaining escorts of the Mechanical Cultivator on the planet as bait, to attract the main force of Green Skin from the industrial zone, and then concentrate their efforts on launching a raid on the Dark Iron Fort, the most important industrial zone in Proktus, to regain this important industrial city and the casting furnace inside. Even if they really can't get it down, they will at least have to destroy it.
But it is better to win, because an industrial zone is crucial to recover the entire galaxy in the future.
This is also why Greenskin suddenly discovered the most important fortress of the Mechanical Cultivator, because it was the Space Marines who led their scouts. Of course, the Mechanical Cultivator also knew this plan - it was just the first half. Because their combat plan was to lure the enemy into depth and then annihilate the enemy with a beautiful counter-encirclement.
So when Telshak said he would let some of the green skins go, the wise ruler showed surprise.
"Sage, now you should count the remaining apology and combat forces as soon as possible and repair the damaged fortress. It won't take long for more green skins to come, and they have an instinctive pursuit of combat."
It seems to be to confirm the words of Telshak, at the end of the distant horizon, a wave of noise and roaring was surging...
"Well, it seems that there are much fewer Greenskin troops here, and they all rushed to an attractive battlefield further away, and that's their characteristics."
Behind a small hill made of slag, Oscar, the fifth company commander of the Knight of the Star Realm, was using professional observation equipment to view the dark iron castle in the distance. The dust from the whistling hot wind here became his best cover, and even his shiny power armor was covered with thick dust and its luster was no longer there.
This is a steel city standing on the barren land. It is about the same scale as a small nest capital. Behind it are stretching mountains, which are rich in valuable minerals. Huge automatic excavators dig out the mountains and then use roaring rail trains to send the minerals into the city's huge furnace.
It is also the capital of this planet, where the deputy casting supervisor is located, living in the production of most light weapons in the empire, various light vehicles and basic support artillery, but it is mainly used to produce civilian equipment. After all, the purpose of the casting world development here is not to create a competitor, but to create economic benefits.
Nearly one billion people lived here. After the green-skin invasion, the population soared to 1.5 billion, and the Mechanical Cultivate also defended the place with a firm attitude.
From the huge shells and various ablations everywhere on the earth, the traces of the impact can be seen how fierce the battles had erupted around it. Not only that, the city itself can be called devastated. The originally towering and neat guard walls were like the old lady's gums, covered with uneven gaps. Many spires and chimneys were cut off in the waist, standing in the city like burning dead tree trunks. There were almost no ruins left in the cast temple in the center of the city, which symbolized the god of all things. You can see many dirty flags and skeletons standing in it, defiling this holy land. The roads of the city were originally well-connected and turned into broken curved earthworms. In the visual difference formed by the heat wave, it seemed that the body was still twisting on the desolate land.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Oscar let out a low cry of surprise, but soon turned into an angry growl.
"Damn beast!"
"What's wrong?"
His brother, company adjutant Zod, came over and Oscar handed the equipment to the other party.
"You see."
Zod raised his eyes and saw a group of butt spirits making noise on a piece of protective wall. They held a torch and roasted under an open iron cage. Inside were ragged and haggard humans. As the iron plate under their feet gradually became hot, these humans who had no strength could only try to grasp the railing and scream in pain. When someone could not bear it, they could only rush out of the cage and fell on the ground dozens of meters away from the cage, turning into a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood. At this time, more than a dozen fresh corpses had accumulated under the base of the protective wall.
"Fuck the beast! Company Commander! Take action!"
Oscar turned around, the slag clattered at his feet, and then he raised the sword in his hand.
Behind the Slag Mountain, 96 Space Marines were solemn. During the period of support for Ruizha, the 110-man fifth company had already killed 14 combat brothers. This number seemed small, but it still made every soldier of the fifth company hold the most fierce hatred towards Greenskin.
There were also dusty javelin speed attack boats hovering around them, some of which looked very new without any trace of use. For this operation, Riza gave all the javelin speed attack boats they produced using the stc template in recent years to the Astral Knights.
Therefore, there are 50 javelin speed attack boats appearing here!
"We are about to break into the enemy's nest and save countless enslaved people of the empire. Do you have the confidence?"
"Knight of the Star Realm, break through the hosts!"
All the soldiers of the fifth company roared neatly, their voices were covered by the howling hot wind.
But the sound came from them, as the strong wind lifted up some of the sand and dust, revealing a larger team gathered behind the Space Marines.
They were listed as tens of thousands of warriors who blended with the dim earth. The color of their protective gear seemed to be the color of the desert itself. Only the white turbans that replaced the helmets were slightly conspicuous. They knelt devoutly on the ground, making their final prayers in the direction of the compass representing the west. The battlefield priest in the battle robe used the long chant as a guide, and there were also huge steel monsters beside them.
Of course, this raid would not be the only Space Marines. After all, their number is so small that beheading may be competent, but it is difficult to complete the large-scale occupation mission. Oscar asked a star army from the foundry director to help Riza - the 21st, 23rd, and 39th Armored Regiment of Taran.
The three regiments were not much to say, but Oscars believed that they were competent for such tasks, because Taran had the best mobile armor tactics and the toughest warriors, and this task was more effective than letting them fill the front line.