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

Just as the political commissar who was incorporated into the Krieg Corps said, the first round of artillery strikes passed over their heads and fell towards the plain of the bunker group.

The heavy artillery shells smashed deeply into the soil and solidified land. After all, this was once a heavy industrial area that produced weapons and ammunition.

Thousands of sparks exploded across the entire enemy position almost at the same time. Grenadier 19 stared at the beautiful scene in front of him. He could see the explosion of heavy artillery shells triggering chain explosions of mines.

You can see enemies in various bunkers and ambush points being blown to pieces and flying into the sky to die.

He gripped the gun tighter.

The shelling lasted for half an hour, and huge craters exploded in the plain in front of them. The land was filled with smoke and heat. If you rushed in without protective clothing, you would probably burn your skin.

beep!

The first whistle had sounded, and the soldiers of the first echelon rushed to the battlefield fearlessly. Grenadier 19 even almost rushed forward, but he remembered that he was assigned to the second batch of teams.

The first 200 soldiers and tanks to rush forward were to scout the enemy's firepower points.

The soldiers slid into the huge crater and set up heavy weapons relying on the terrain differences left by the crater to provide fire cover for their comrades charging ahead.

As the tank troops and the first wave of attacking regiments got closer and closer to the bunkers smeared with blood viscera and engraved with blasphemous runes, they finally came under enemy fire.

Hundreds of artillery stick out from those bunkers without any gaps or shooting holes. These permanent fortifications that should stay solid and motionless in their original positions should not squirm like moving lives.

But the group of bunkers contaminated by the power of chaos and corrosion showed his ferocious and vivid side.

There are no steel bars or ceramic plates that strengthen the structure. Only white bone plates and scarlet flesh flowing down like a sandwich can be seen in the cracks in the concrete.

These barrels are connected with a large number of muscles and inexplicable biological structures. Those who operate the artillery and their weapons are integrated. Those sights are simply new eyes, aiming at the victims with their malicious and painful gaze.

Unlike the red and yellow shooting flames of the Imperial artillery, the shooting flames of these Chaos Traitors are more imaginative.

The red-purple shooting flame mouth ejected a cannonball with a skeletal outer armor, and as the cannonball went out of the smooth bore, it began to spray out visceral fragments from the muzzle like a creature coughing blood.

Although these deformed cannonballs are grotesquely long, their power cannot be underestimated.

A round of flesh-and-blood artillery shells hit the thick front armor of a Leman Russ tank, but the shells did not bounce off. Instead, it drilled into the armor of the tank like a drill, scraping off layers of debris before drilling into it.

The explosion of the flesh cannon squeezed Leman Russ apart from the inside out. The crew inside was swallowed by the bursting flesh, the armor was infected by adhesions, and swelled into a terrifying creature that could walk on the ground.

The tracks became the legs, the front armor became the mouth, the gun barrel and the machine gun mouth became the monster's weapons, and those precise sights turned into malicious eyeballs.

The steel creations that were once loyal to the Empire have now become traitors, massacring Imperial soldiers. These howling monsters on the battlefield were discovered by the soldiers of the empire and were quickly suppressed.

The automatic cannons with wheels and set up on the ground by the soldiers turned their muzzles and fired at the mutated tanks. The armor-piercing shells of the automatic cannon penetrated the monster's flesh, but were then blocked by the armor plates manipulated by the flesh.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the automatic cannon hitting Leman Russ's armor was as crisp as raindrops falling on iron plates. The twisted tank monster swallowed up the barrel and grew out from the other side, sending the weapons team that fired at him into the sky amidst the sound of shooting.

More and more flesh-and-blood artillery shells were projected from the bunker group, but far from all the hits suffered by the first batch of attacking troops.

The land that had been plowed by artillery shells once again showed the fire of heavy logging guns from various corners. Under the cross fire, countless soldiers fell to the ground like wheat.

But they were not shaken by the serious casualties, and instead tried to rush into the trench system built around the bunker group more quickly.

One soldier rushed in, two soldiers rushed in, a hundred, a thousand soldiers rushed in.

Their lasers accurately hit the heads of the rebels, using the high power of the Lucius laser gun to penetrate the crudely made rebel armor.

Engineers also entered under the cover of soldiers. The explosive devices in their hands were placed on fixed bunkers, and with the roar, the traitors who were integrated with the fortifications were blown to pieces.

The enemy's first line of defense was broken through by the influx of Krieg troops. From the increasingly sparse fire counterattacks, one could see the fate of the enemy's cannon fodder left behind to block the attack.

However, the attacking legion suffered equally heavy losses. Except for those Leman Russ tanks that were promptly self-destructed by the driver, the remaining sixty or seventy tanks became twisted monsters that crushed flesh and blood.

The few thousand people who survived are now using all the gadgets at hand to eliminate the monsters that are still active, and by the way, they are attacking the second line of defense of the bunker group from the trenches.

Colonel Hans observed the combat situation in the distance, and he and other Krieger regiment commanders discussed the projection position of the next round of artillery.

Every artillery shell has its place. They calmly accept the data submitted by the artillery observers and analyze and judge the firepower on the enemy's position.

Such indifference and efficiency made other officers and commissars in the conference room who were not part of the Krieg Corps nervous.

No one even cares about the dead soldiers and lost equipment. To them, the death data is meaningless. Only the enemy intelligence obtained is the most valuable.

The commander of the 199th Imperial Guard Regiment looked at the group of masked living dead discussing the location and timing of the next round of artillery coverage. In his long service career, he had never seen such officers who regarded death as nothing.

Some of them are eager for military success and promotion, and will climb up on the bones of soldiers at all costs. Another part is the belief that the result of victory is the most important, and the death of soldiers is only their duty to the throne.

But from such a long period of joint operations and tactical discussions, the commander could only draw one conclusion from the actions of the Krieg Legion.

These people are asking for death.

On more than one occasion, his soldiers and officers complained to him that the presence of the Kriegs on the battlefield was damaging their morale more than the enemy's attack.

He knew that his soldiers were not doubting the loyalty of the Kriegs, they just couldn't stand this kind of cruel and bloody battle with death as the ultimate goal.

He even knew that during the attack on the Temesi Mountains, a political commissar tried to prevent the Kriegs from launching a death charge into the already lost tunnels, because he believed that such an attack was pointless.

Then, he was beaten into a sieve by the out-of-control Kriegs.

Although the subsequent investigation showed that the Kriegs who attacked with force regained the lost positions, their 98% casualty rate made this victory insignificant.

If they can survive and are willing to listen to the political commissar's advice and choose to retreat temporarily, they can gain more victories.

It's a pity... they are Kriegs... whoever stands in their way to a glorious death will be sent to hell.

With extra armor, a skull mask, and an Aquila forehead protector, this is the Grenadier. Those who don't have it are ordinary soldiers.