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

Feeling the sway of the centaur transport vehicle, a small group of grenadiers rushing to the front line sat in the entire carriage.

Grenadier 19, at least according to the complicated and lengthy Krieg identification code, can be abbreviated to Grenadier 19.

The grenadiers here are drawn from various companies and classes and reorganized. These soldiers who relied on combat skills and luck on the battlefield to survive one or two bloody battles have naturally become the most elite veterans in the Krieg Legion.

Grenadier 19 turned his head slightly and looked at a soldier with completely different equipment from their grenadiers.

As grenadiers, they have better equipment and armor, whether it is a hell gun connected to a battery on the back or heavy carapace armor.

These armors come with chest armor with additional abdominal protection as well as shin and knee pads. All materials are forged with layers of reinforced ceramite for added strength, heat resistance and reduced weight.

However, such a set of armor is still quite bulky, and the physical exertion of long-term combat will cause some soldiers to choose to discard part of the armor.

But the newcomer who was stuffed into this vehicle did not have the equipment of a grenadier, but just the most common outfit of a Krieg soldier, equipped with a Lucius laser gun that sacrificed the number of bombs it could carry to increase its power.

He didn't know why his superiors would specifically ask such a soldier to join their combat team. But Grenadier 19 doesn’t really care. As Kriegs, they obey orders, not question them.

As sinners, they can only be forgiven by the Emperor when they die.

Chi!

The Centaur transport finally stopped, the hatch was lowered by a hydraulic device, and a clear path was pointed out to the grenadiers in the cabin.

Grenadier 19 walked out quickly with his gun on his back and observed the situation on the surrounding battlefield and positions. Obviously, they were placed on the third defensive position about 1 kilometer away from the front line trench.

Next, they must quickly go to the front through the trench and tunnel system to join the mission of breaking through the bunker group in the middle of the Scrap Steel Plain.

Everyone trotted forward in silence in the tunnel. From time to time, artillery shells projected from the frontline battlefield fell on the surrounding land. The air waves of the explosion lifted up large swaths of soil and fell on their heads.

Grenadier 19 looked at the lifted soil passing over his head. He felt that there was wind in the air, otherwise the splashing of the soil should be more regular.

But this kind of perception through visual conversion is still very unreal. The thick mask and coat isolate all the subtle fluctuations in the air. Therefore, he could only look at the passing military flags and guess the existence of the wind.

Wind is important, but not important either.

In his hometown, if you can feel the breeze under your coat and mask, it proves that your protective clothing is damaged. Nuclear radiation also penetrates your flesh from the holes, destroying all the structures of your body in just a few weeks, and eventually becomes a sore corpse locked in your clothes.

But you won’t be in too much pain. Idiots with damaged protective suits generally don’t live long. They will be sent to the biomass recycling station within the first ten hours of entering the selection battlefield. There is not much time for them to feel the nuclear radiation. pain of.

Maybe when he is dead or about to die, a bullet penetrates his protective suit and his body. At this time, he can reach out and feel the wind in a subtle way.

Grenadier 19 was not very clear. He felt that his steps were a step slower than the advancing crowd because he was thinking about boring things. He gathered his thoughts, adjusted his pace and followed.

The closer you get to the frontline position, the more you can see the ferocious and twisted group of bunkers on the scrap steel plain in the distance. These damn traitors did not choose to abandon this important industrial area because of the direct attack missiles.

Instead, an entire anti-bombing fortress was built based on the ruins and terrain.

The plain ahead is filled with the flesh and blood minefields they left behind, as well as various bunkers and ambush points buried in the ground.

This is one of the most brutal battlefields on the planet, only comparable to their just-concluded battle for the Temes Mountains.

A battlefield worthy of death... This is not just the thought of Grenadier 19, but also the thought of all Krieg soldiers on the battlefield.

In the fearless charge to atone for the Emperor's sins, their legions would advance and charge, their corpses stretching all the way to the heart of the fortress complex. What an honor indeed.

The soldiers stood in the trenches. In these long and complex trench groups, there were not only the Krieg Legion, but also the Astra Militarum troops from other regiments. There was even an army organized from the hive further away. Legion of Atonement.

The soldiers watched as the political commissar and watch chief gave them the next combat briefing. The political commissar shouted hoarsely and asked the soldiers to exercise restraint and not to rush out of the trench at the first sound of cannon and whistle.

"Listen up! Loyal soldiers of the Emperor! We have completed the battle for the Temes Mountains! We drive those ugly traitors out of the Emperor's property like rats!"

"We have done a good job! We also want to return more of the Emperor's property to his hands!"

"The group of bunkers in front of us has delayed our legion for half a year. Countless soldiers sacrificed their lives to the throne under the firepower of heretics, inferior quality and blasphemy!"

"Loyal soldiers! Listen! I know you desire to die for the Emperor! Desire to atone for the betrayal of your ancestors through a great victory with 100% mortality!"

"But we can't just waste the emperor's currency! Next, the first round of artillery will clear the mines in the plain! The second round of artillery will cover the first echelon of soldiers to detect the enemy's fire points! You! You soldiers After the third round of artillery strikes, we will advance with the fourth round of Xu Jin's barrage!"

The political commissar wearing the same gas mask loudly warned the Kriegs not to let them all rush out in one go. Fights like this have broken out many times before.

Every time they walked onto a battlefield and fortifications that gave everyone a headache, these Kriegs became excited.

It was as exciting as those Catachan thornheads seeing a shiny steel knife.

Catachans will wave their steel swords vulgarly, showing off to their companions that they have a bright, big, sharp steel sword, mixed with dozens of modal particles that are not included in the imperial dictionary, and yellowish colors that are suspected of heresy. joke.

But these Kriegs would only express their thirst for death by holding their guns tighter and standing straighter.

The political commissar swore that he had seen some Kriegs eagerly clawing at the parapet with their hands. With just a little effort, they could turn over and charge towards the battlefield of death.

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