In fact, the situation at Armageddon cannot be described as bad, it is simply very bad!
After capturing the Fernas Hive, the greenskin army obtained a massive amount of supplies and equipment, allowing their war machines to operate at an even crazier speed.
After Bonebreaker divided his forces into five clans, he left two tribes to besiege the remaining hives on the main continent, while he himself led the remaining three clans and disappeared from the sight of mankind.
Planet Governor Hermann von Strab believed that they were a reserve force, but Kurtz Mannheim, the high-ranking mechanical prince of the Iron Skull Titan Legion, firmly believed that this was just a cover-up by the green skins, and suggested that they be deployed in the tropical jungle area of the mainland.
Establish a solid line of defense to guard against attacks from these three tribes.
But Hermann von Strab ignored him, convinced that these reserves would not cross the equatorial jungle area and that he would soon be able to launch a counterattack.
But the facts once again slapped the governor mercilessly in the face.
The day after the siege of Hades' Hive officially began, the green-skinned army quietly crossed an equatorial jungle path that humans had never walked.
The road was filled with fetid swampy areas that could swamp armies and were filled with ferocious beasts, but the greenskins were very interested in them and attacked all flora and fauna while the Technician boys built pontoons and jumped around.
Projecting their stance on their bodies, relying on their momentum and clever little minds, the greenskin army advanced at a speed that the Empire could not understand.
Three days later, infantry, armored columns, murderous tin cans and ancient giants crossed the rough bridge and appeared on the other side of the jungle. The greenskins once again penetrated their defensive positions without the humans being prepared.
As they galloped through the gray desert and headed straight for the hive city of Vulganus, the planet's governor, Hermann von Strab, was completely panicked.
He requested that the Titans of the Iron Skull Legion be ordered to destroy the greenskin army, but Kurtz Mannheim disagreed. The wise general believed that they should hold their position and wait for reinforcements.
But Hermann von Strab screamed that he didn't need reinforcements, and Kurtz Mannheim had no choice but to fight, as his Titan Legion had sworn an oath to obey the Governor House of Armageddon.
all commands.
Now the Titan Legion has assembled, ready to fight against the greenskin army at any time.
"Damn, what kind of pig head is this?"
Looking at the battle report on the data board, Talos couldn't help but curse.
"Why should the empire send a tiger general to guard such an important place? Even if it can't send a tiger, it should at least send a dog? In the end, a pig is sitting here."
The prophet shook his head.
"How did the empire become like this?"
He was talking very happily, but Major General Lawrence Montoya, who was not far away, looked embarrassed. After all, the "pig" he talked about was his commander.
Soshiyang also felt nauseous after seeing it. Although the information was limited, he had already made a rough analysis. Although this wave of greenskins were cunning and vicious, they could become so big because of man-made disasters.
In the empire, so many things are caused by man-made disasters!
"I'm not optimistic about this battle."
Randall glanced at the gray desert terrain and said solemnly:
"Although the Iron Skull Legion is supported by armored troops and a large number of infantry, many of these troops are temporarily formed and their combat effectiveness is worrying. Moreover, if they want to drive the enemy back to the jungle, they must pass through a swamp area, where they can easily be ambushed by Orcs.
.....If that’s the case, the Iron Skull Legion will be in grave danger.”
Soshyan nodded, agreeing with Randall's opinion.
So he turned to Major General Lawrence Montoya.
"Can we establish instant communication with the Governor now?"
The major general shook his head and responded helplessly:
"It's the shadow season now. Wireless communication is already very poor. In addition, due to some mysterious effects caused by the green skin invasion, long-distance communication with the ground is almost interrupted and can only be transmitted manually."
"Difficult to handle."
Soshyan glanced at the tactical holographic map again. The main continental plate had spread all over and turned into an ominous blood color, with only three isolated islands still standing among them.
"Hades, Halesridge, and the Attalus nest are still holding on. This is the only good news."
"In my opinion, the only mistake the greenskins made in this war was their excessive appetite."
Randall expressed his opinion at the right time.
"They want to swallow the entire main continent in one go, but they are unwilling to slow down their attack on the subcontinent. Their forces are too spread out. This will be their fatal mistake."
"you mean--"
Soshyan looked at his blood brother.
"Let the three hives on the main continent be supported for a while first, and we will concentrate our efforts on defeating the main green-skinned clans that invaded the sub-continent first."
"Then the Hades Hive and the Hive of Halesridge are the key."
Soshyan pointed to the two hives and said:
"If these two hives fall, then the greenskins on the main continent can use the port to project their troops from the sea to the subcontinent. This is undoubtedly much more efficient than walking through the jungle."
He turned again to Maj. Gen. Lawrence Montoya.
"Who are the commanders of these two hives?"
"The commander of Halesridge is General Secor Scalia. He has served in the Astra Militarum for thirty years and commanded the Iron Corps. He is an experienced veteran, and Hades Hive
.....The current commander is political commissar Sebastian Yarrick, and the original military commander seems to have resigned for some reason."
Hearing the name behind it, Soshyan was stunned for a while.
"You know him?"
Randall immediately noticed something strange about Soshyan.
"Well, he and I have a fate and have fought side by side several times, but that was already twenty years ago."
The young political commissar from back then remained in Soshiyang's mind, and he did not expect that he would meet his old friend here.
All I can say is that fate is amazing.
Withdrawing his thoughts from memories, Soshyan focused his attention on the present.
"What is the military configuration of the two hives?"
"The strength of the Hellsridge nest is relatively abundant, with more than 1.2 million troops stationed there, and there are also several large arsenals, including an armor production line, which is expected to be able to mobilize at least 10 million troops."
"Where's Hades?"
"Well...the situation in the Hades Nest is even worse. The governor transferred almost all the troops before the war started. There should be only 300,000 garrison troops at present, and the Hades Nest is not a military-industrial nest.
Most of the products produced by local factories are civilian products."
The situation is indeed very bad, but Soshyan has a good impression of Yarek, and he believes that this resolute and decisive political commissar can do something about it.
"Find a way to send my message to both hives. You must keep it no matter what!"
"yes!"
"Also, you have three hours to commandeer all available transport ships."
"Well--"
Although he felt embarrassed, after recalling the horrific scene he had just witnessed, Major General Lawrence Montoya wisely did not make any sound of dissatisfaction, saluted and left in a hurry.