Chapter 261: Rush to the Sky

Mortals charging to the Space Marines have two cocos, crazy aspects, and heavy tanks, but obviously that group of troops does not have any of the core characteristics at the same time, at least in the eyes of the Master Chief, those seemingly crazy soldiers' eye masks The calm light inside is chilling.

"Rely on bunkers, protect your body, and maintain continuous combat capability. Prioritize attacking those heretics with blue runes on their bodies. The jetpack troops are ready to attack when the distance is sufficient." The master chief adopts this approach when he is not sure of the enemy's capability. The tactics are more conservative, but just seek orbital air supremacy, and the battle will soon be supported by the Ancestral Dreadnought and orbital bombardment.

Being negative means being better at conserving strength, and now, the Master Chief mobilized the communication equipment in his ear and searched for their only current alliance from the vaguest channel.

"Is there a way to destroy the sergeant of the Fourth Company of the Eagle Chapter?" he said. "Indicate my identity by the name of the Emperor Huang dog."

"My lord, it is a pleasure to hear my voice," replied the tired voice. "There is Lieutenant Fetsik, the commander of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loander."

The Chief heard the exhaustion in the man's voice, an unhealthy husk, but still strong.

He wondered if they were quite loyal believers. Although they were inferior in firepower and numbers, they were also rare allies.

"Captain Zesk, nice to meet you," the Master Chief said. "Assess my troop configuration for him."

Jiesk said. "From the original regiment of five thousand soldiers and two hundred armored vehicles to the Ming Dynasty, he currently only commands 822 able-bodied Imperial men and women, as well as seventeen Leman Russ battle tanks and Twenty-one Chimeras.”

"They were operating near the streets outside the temple area, where they had reinforced several buildings, the ammunition level was very low, and the rations and medical supplies were almost zero. They no longer had the ability to contain too many enemies."

"Now that the disease problem is serious, there are many deaths, losses continue, and morale is deteriorating, I begged him, sir, that my arrival will bring more courage to his soldiers."

"No Emperor."

"How long have we been holding out on the battlefield?" the sergeant asked. "And can I tell him about the situation of the enemy here? Their strength, deployment, and armament? What about those disgusting heretic soldiers?"

Compared with the infantry regiment that had just started fighting in the Star Language Palace, the troops obviously had more intelligence and had been fighting the enemy for a longer period of time. Therefore, the Master Chief placed his hope in the past, and amid the hail of bullets and the roar of explosions, the engine roared continuously. There is a battlefield, and the information that person answers may even affect the situation of the battle.

"Those Engili people, the attack they launched 21 days ago, at first they thought it was just a friendly material transaction." Lieutenant Zesk said.

"But they tore the starport apart by force, and the goods were all soldiers. Then they used virus contaminants and conventional ammunition to clear out the city's regiments with ground-shaking cannons, so they lost more than half of their regiments during the first wave of attacks. "

"He and a few other officers managed to get their troops to acceptable shelter in the Earth East, but the others...the Emperor did not protect them..."

"After that, those rune madmen attacked. He estimated that those guys had an army of two to three thousand heretics, supported by modified heavy trucks and heavy mobile artillery."

'General Yolin, the war lord who began to rule the Sundong Army, tried to counterattack on a large scale, but the disease caused by the enemy's surrender made the battlefield dangerous, and there were only a few armored engines available for action. "

"To make matters worse, many innocent citizens and soldiers stood up and approached their battle lines as if they had a grudge against them. They were usually very breathy, and their bodies were dragged forward as if they had some inexplicable strength. And they initially If you can't shoot, you will lose the opportunity."

Cassian frowned, uneasy at the expected number of enemies. There are more heretics here than orbital scans show.

"The counterattack has failed completely, my lord," Jeske continued. "That cost them at least a thousand more capable people, along with General Yolin and his entire high-level command and staff."

"His men and he persisted until the end, trying to harass the enemy as much as possible, and launched several deliberate attacks in an attempt to break the siege of Cuoxingyuqiu with small-scale guerrilla warfare."

"But so far they have suffered defeat. He thinks they have held out for so long because the enemy is not fighting like a reasonable man, but is prolonging their suffering as long as possible."

"We did all we could, and the Emperor will graciously watch over us for that," the Master Chief lamented. "Bu Nao, now, he has mistaken me for another mission. I am in charge."

"Mission...of course, sir! What are your orders?" His tone remained firm, especially when he saw the erratic hope.

"His brothers and he are guarding the Astragalus. They must capture it in order to send a message to Skadi's Lord's forces. They must rejoin their comrades and liberate the stars from the chaotic deeds of Port N'Gili!" The tone was impassioned, and the sergeant's words made the captain realize something.

"Is that an expedition?" Jansk asked, his voice full of excitement. "My lord, they didn't expect it at all. They thought maybe..."

"Is that a victory?" the sergeant said. "No, Lieutenant, that will not be the beginning of the defeat of the heretics, but if they can fulfill their duties in that battle, they must return to their comrades.

Assist them in that battle, and the Emperor will favor me. The Warlord of Skadi needs all the warriors he can get. "

"Skardi? Skadi..." Jansk asked, his standard discipline relaxed for a moment, then asked. "Lord Alanbair?"

"The Sector Master has seen through the enemy's ideas, and the troops are advancing." The Sergeant said. "It's a long story, Captain, but that can wait. In the east, he needs me to mobilize my troops and support them. He will send a message to the 154th Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard there. "

"Order, my lord. Send him my message and he will mobilize the entire regiment." The captain answered without hesitation. They had heard many miracles of the Lord of Skadi, such as revenge.

The sergeant tapped the runes on his arm armor, and as he provided a signal to the 154th Regiment and sent data, the huge backpack on the communicator's back flashed briefly and then went out. There was a pause, and then Jansk shut up again, his voice was very urgent.

"My lord, I am just outside the enemy's attack area. They have maintained a defense belt every three to five kilometers around Qiusai since the siege began. They have some kind of witchcraft to cover them from their divination detection."

"I should be in battle now. If I don't see them, it's because they are mobilizing evil rune warriors. Those soldiers can do many inhuman actions and are experienced. Once he saw them dodge bullets!"

"Ha, they knew they were coming," the sergeant said, and opened his helmet to record the chaotic sounds of the battlefield. The lieutenant was silent for a long time, and then answered as if he had overcome some fear in his heart. "They will come to the front line as quickly as possible! In the name of the Emperor!"

"No Emperor." The sergeant answered silently, and the enemies in front of him were completely close to the attack range. The armored shooting that hindered them had a bad effect. He already understood why those soldiers could dodge bullets.

Those heavy attacks from anti-material equipment, such as the Space Marines' leg-held missiles and the Imperial Guards' mortars, could be dodged as if predicted. Such a special thing reminded him of the Eldar.

And his eyes intertwined with the enemy, the traitor in military uniform, the Sky Eagle was replaced by an eight-pointed star, evil, betrayal, and a mess of thoughts. The sergeant felt a little nausea rolling in his throat.

When the heavy clouds dropped a drop of drizzle on the ground full of dust or corpses, the smoke raised by the war engine covered the ground, and at the same time represented the beginning of the battle.

Warlord Ed von Ka stood on the top of the truck like a statue. Hundreds of evil engines roared and cheered. The green-skinned vehicle had unimaginably heavy armor. The rune warriors who were good at mobile warfare could let him rest assured. He shot at the enemy as if his feet were stuck to metal. His legs and arms had been genetically enhanced, so the explosive leg guns in his legs could whistle continuously and accurately.

He inhaled the bloody smell of the battlefield, enjoyed the smoke and temperature, and ordered. "Let those corpse king warriors see that the mortals they trust are not reliable."

Chaos wizard Kaster answered respectfully. "No... His lord." His voice was long and distorted, and hissing continuously. The distiller in his body became a prop for storing his evil spirit. In addition to reading minds and manipulating others, he also fiddled with evil plagues. In the case of the vehicle body unable to accurately release spells, he did not want the rough release to make his head explode, so those poisons became the best way to break through the defense.

The wonderful thing from the crucible of the father of plague could not be tolerated even by the gas mask of the Imperial Guard or the fully enclosed armor of the Space Marine. The infused spirit and its warp tropism could ignore the purest armor.

He raised the evil thing and threw it at the enemy, and the sergeant shouted. "There are projectiles! Shoot first!"

Those filthy copper-colored poisonous things streaked across the sky, and in the complex eye-supporting equipment of the Space Marine, the aiming rune and its meditation processor became a point.

The bombs flew, the projectiles broke, but the poison had a wide range, mixed with a few fine raindrops, and the liquid fell with poison and fell to the trench. The sergeant heard the sizzling sound and found that his invincible armor was being melted by the filthy power, like sulfuric acid pouring on metal.

"Oh no!" He silently chanted the name of the Emperor, but saw those loyalists kneeling on the ground trembling. Although the soldiers of the Imperial Guard wore masks and injected sacred supplements or stimulants, it was useless.

The Space Marine's condition was much better, but he could feel his two hearts beating constantly, injecting poisonous blood into the Space Marine's terrible liver system.

"Don't hesitate, start the jetpack, they leave the poisonous rain area, the Imperial Guards evacuate to the left and right, we don't need to defend the temple, leave it to them, and quickly find the priests and medical staff!" The sergeant showed his special kindness, wrong to the care of mortals, the Imperial Guard Loande 154th Regiment has lost its combat effectiveness, so is there a way to let 50 Space Marines defeat 3,000 soldiers...

"Brothers." He made a long and heavy voice. "Live to die, spread your wings." He looked at the approaching trucks using heavy logging guns to hinder the evacuation of the Imperial Guards, and raised his weapons. "Destroy the tires of the enemy vehicles! Then start the backpack, and the close combat begins!"

"No Emperor!"

"No Emperor!"

Bang, bang, bang, flashing bullets, explosive shells flying, accurate shooting made those guys blessed by Chaos unable to dodge, although the thick poisonous fog was rubbing his external organs, the sergeant didn't care.

Those Imperial Guards could endure such pain to show their loyalty, why couldn't he? Why couldn't they? After the jet backpack was pushed and started by heat, the heat emitted by the enemy continued to warn in the eye display.

But if they were not like the slogan of the Destroying Eagle, they would live to die and fly high. If they were not the most cruel falcons of the Emperor, they would hover in the sky and plunder the lives of the enemies of the Empire.

Fifty Space Marines flew from the sky, and the flames sprayed by the explosive guns were taking away the heads of the enemies all the time, smashing their flesh and blood, and the enemies were jumping from the body of the vehicle because the vehicle could not move forward.

Many giants fell like meteors at this moment, and the Master Chief was the first to do so. The shock wave generated by his huge body even caused the thick ground to produce ripples like water ripples, and at first, dozens of rune villains next to him almost fell to the ground.

The Master Chief and his team of three people landed next to the command vehicle, one for revenge, and the other to tear open the enemy's command network. At this moment, the Psychic who had just been showing off his power and projecting poison gas retreated in fear. His long robe was not convenient for the vehicle, and the vibration of the Space Marine's landing caused him to be hooked by the screws in his haste, and he fell to the ground and was covered with a lot of dust.

He shouted in panic. "Astarte!" But what answered him was the terrible roar of bombs, blood bursting, and heads flying out. The disgusting wizard lost his life for his pathetic behavior.

Ed. Von. Ka looked at the Master Chief calmly. He was surrounded by those special warriors, protecting the commander from falling into the same situation as the wizard Caster.

"Astartes, Astartes, Servant of the Corpse King, long time no see. He once served in the Empire and fought side by side with us. Although he is not in my regiment, we are still destined to be together." The commander looked at the giant in front of him calmly, wondering if he was too arrogant because his warriors were so powerful.

But the answer to him was the roar of the Sergeant Chief Grid, a roar that was enough to tear the eardrums of mortals. "The Scourge is coming!"