Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lin Fan and the others are causing chaos in the rear, and the Space Marine team is pulling out the Orcs' artillery fortress, so what is the scene like on the frontal battlefield?

There is no trace of the God Machine Titan. In the wilderness outside the Hades Hive, there are only exchanges of fire between the Imperial Army and the Orc Army.

A new line of defense was built across the entire subcontinent. In order to prevent the Orcs from counterattacking, these long trench positions were constructed in three layers.

Tens of thousands of legions of different numbers gathered hundreds of millions of soldiers to fight with the same number of orc troops.

Now that they are out of the complex nest, there are no strong fortresses or gun towers with excellent firepower. There are only pits full of steaming bomb craters, as well as bones and vehicles that were lifted up by the shells and buried deep in the ground. Debris accompanies them.

In this war, both sides no longer had the doomsday weapons they had when they first arrived. Neither side had those mountain-like Titans. Only a few dozen-meter-tall Knight Titans and Furious King Kongs appeared on the battlefield.

But these creations, so small that they can be counted by hand, are not the protagonists of the battlefield.

The real strength of this counterattack across the subcontinent is the large number of Astra Militarum soldiers, the cheaper and cheaper Chimera tanks, and the durable Leman Russ tanks.

There are also various types of artillery that release deadly fire, basilisks, manticores, Medusas, quadruple siege mortars, and all the equipment at the bottom of the box.

This time's desperate counterattack must completely drive the orcs out of the subcontinent.

"Damn Berkman! Turn the gun, turn the body! We must turn the body right!"

An armored force had been almost wiped out, leaving only one Leman Russ tank moving its body amid the Orks' artillery, and using its thick frontal armor to block the Orks' anti-tank firepower as much as possible.

The soldiers covering the perimeter were almost dead, and they couldn't count on those deafening Beast Suppressor laser guns to wash their cars.

The commander could no longer open the lid and observe the surrounding scene. He could only keep the body moving as much as possible to prevent his tank from being sent into the sky by the explosive hammers in the hands of those bomb boys.

The bolt machine guns on both sides of the vehicle fired deadly bullets, sweeping away the Orks approaching from both sides. The coaxial bolt machine guns on the front fired at the Ork vehicles, affecting their aiming.

An armor-piercing bullet was loaded, with a sacred message praising the machine soul engraved on it, as well as some dirty words written on it by the soldiers.

Like what: Taste your daddy's hotness.

Such behavior was strictly prohibited by the Political Commissariat, as they considered such frivolous behavior inconsistent with the military's style. However, considering that the survival time of these soldiers after entering the battlefield can be calculated in hours or even seconds, no political commissar will investigate these behaviors too strictly.

As long as you don't show off to the political commissar with graffitied cannonballs.

boom!

An armor-piercing round was fired, crossing a distance of several thousand meters and hitting a dirty Orc car in the distance.

It penetrated the armor from the front, penetrated the entire car body, and hit the soil behind. The orcs operating inside were shattered into pieces by thick shells, and the fuel leaked from the engine was ignited.

The entire dirty tank was like a lighter, spraying flames from the welded gaps between the turret and the body, and then exploded within seconds.

After a round is fired, additional time is needed for loading. The automatic loader of the artillery shell quickly replenishes the shells and presses a new armor-piercing shell into the chamber.

There was a knocking sound from the car body, which echoed throughout the car body. The tank crew endured the shaking vibration of the car body and the buzzing echo inside, and once again aimed at the new orc dirty car.

Those unstable artillery can only leave bullet marks and holes in the frontal armor of Leman Russ. No one can even think of penetrating their vehicle.

Another armor-piercing projectile was fired, hitting the turret of another dirty vehicle, knocking off the upper armor of this modified tank beyond recognition.

The orcs among them could see the sky above them from the huge wound.

"Commander! Those orcs are surrounding me! I can't handle it. The machine gun only has more than 100 rounds of ammunition left!"

A young, shrill voice that gave commander Hardlich a headache echoed in the communication system inside the car. This was the recruit who had just joined their team.

They have fought all the way from the Styx defense line to the present. The only remaining veteran besides himself is the gunner Birman. The driver of Veitch is also good, but he was sent over from another crew. Chang's combat style is not very familiar.

But those new recruits operating machine guns gave him a deep headache.

Chariots are no better than those soldiers. If one crew member makes a mistake, the entire vehicle will bear the cost.

He doesn't know how to save ammunition or suppress burst fire. He is emotional and easily nervous. He will press the trigger until the machine soul can no longer support it.

If it weren't for the fact that they were really short of crew members now, Hardlich would have really wanted to shoot this rookie who was dragging them down.

"Calm down Lark! Save ammunition when you know you are out of bullets! Burst fire! Burst fire! And from what direction are those orcs coming?"

"Captain! I don't know! I feel them coming from all directions! They're everywhere! I swear to the throne! I can see their dirty teeth!"

This damn idiot...

Hardrich cursed secretly, knowing that he really couldn't count on this guy, so he used the commander's unique external communicator to ask for help from the rear.

"This is the Pluto Armored Regiment. This is the Pluto Armored Regiment. We have been attacked by the Orcs in the area. We are now unable to support the operation and need fire support."

"Zizi~ Understood~~ This is the 8703 Artillery Regiment in the rear. We can provide artillery cover for you. We will attack the area. May the Emperor protect you."

"May the Emperor protect you." Captain Hardrich turned off the communication and adjusted his posture. He did not want to have his head smashed by the impact of the artillery later.

"Let me guess, those artillery boys are going to fire indiscriminately, right?"

"That's right, you bitch, you're really right." Hardlich scolded Berman. Their relationship has always been so vulgar.

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The commander of the 8703 Artillery Regiment is admiring the artillery array of their regiment. He loves his job so much, it is safe and comfortable.

Far away from stray bullets and dangerous orcs, there was only the red and black sky illuminated by artillery, and the distant sounds of fighting reminded him of the beautiful sound of knocking on anti-corrosion metal plates when it rained.

Now, they need to provide fire cover for the new coordinates and friendly forces that are deeply surrounded.

As for whether there will be accidental injury?

Facing these artillery pieces with a caliber of several hundred millimeters, luck is your best protection, not trying to find a bunker. These heavy artillery shells can penetrate those temporary fortresses with one shot and penetrate those bunkers without composite explosion-proof panels. Send everything to heaven.

The mountain of gun casings piled up behind the artillery piece shone brightly yellow, which moved the artillery regiment commander to tears. The members of the Mechanicus Order were quickly recovering these things and sending them to the factory behind.

"Correction of artillery parameters!"

"Load high-explosive bombs!"

"Wait for the order!"

"Fire!"

These shells flew out of the thick and long barrel, piercing the sky and flying into the distance. The exiting shells smoked and were thrown into the mountain of shells.

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"Did you hear that? You rookies! The artillery is coming! Pray to the Emperor that you will survive!"

Captain Hardlich roared on the communication channel, and then the violent sound of the artillery explosion overwhelmed everything.

The Empire is shit, but Chaos is worse than it