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

Now is the most critical moment, and using the xv104 Riptide Battle Suit does not disgrace this powerful equipment.

"We will use everything we have. This is the last blow. If we don't succeed, we will flee and shrink into the Gulf of Damocles. All sacrifices and battles will become worthless dust. Gentlemen, for the sake of the superior Good deeds, for the Manifest Destiny of the Tau Empire!"

Yingyang's speech was transmitted to all the soldiers' communications through the radio channel, allowing them to understand the heavy responsibility they had.

"Let's go... I didn't expect that I could survive until now." Yan Ou got off the stingray. His body was covered with temporary promotion signs and medals proving honor.

It is difficult to find a noncommissioned officer on this battlefield who has lived as long as him. All his experience is so precious.

So much so that no one in the team dared to speak loudly to him, not even the proud boys wearing combat uniforms.

"This is Team XV8 Crisis Combat Suit 145. I am Captain Os. We will obey your command."

"You just got off the transport ship?"

"No...we came from the container area at the equator of the planet to support us. We didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect the fighting here to be so brutal? Right?"

Yan Ou's flirtatious attitude made Oos a little dissatisfied, but looking at the golden fire blade logo on his chest, he swallowed his dissatisfaction.

For a Fireblade captain to survive more than a hundred days of melee assault combat, both luck and strength are indispensable.

The Fire Blade Captain in front of him must be terrifyingly powerful.

"Okay, you comrades who came from other trivial battlefields, you have all heard what Commander Shadow Sun said. We can already breathe in the shadow of the giant tower, and now we are going to make the giant tower crash to the ground."

Yan Ou raised his hand and pointed at the giant tower. When the soldiers looked up, they could see the appearance of this mechanical giant tower made by the human empire.

Like a towering mountain, a huge ball of lightning shines on the top of the tower, and it releases endless magnetic electricity to shoot down all aircraft that want to get close.

This has become a no-fly zone on the battlefield. Aircraft carrying bombs cannot enter the attack range at all and will be destroyed by violent lightning.

Manta's long-range strike was like scraping the giant tower's shield. Yan Ou even suspected that Manta's ion cannon attack could recharge the giant tower's shield.

With each salvo, he felt the tower shield become brighter.

"Now let me tell you the details of this battlefield. First of all, turn off all the advanced equipment on your helmet, such as auxiliary aiming and terrain guidance, all of them! Leave me alone for observation and basic sound reception."

"Sir, why is this?"

"See that damn ball of electricity? The closer you get, the louder the squeal of your gear gets! If you don't want to be killed by flashing screens and screeching sounds, just turn it all on. "

"What about us? And our electromagnetic weapons?" The combat uniform team looked at each other. The problem Yan Ou mentioned is indeed serious. You must know that they have been the ones who carried out electromagnetic interference against the imperial army in the past. This is the first time that they have been interfered with by electromagnetic interference. .

"You should be fine. The thick iridium alloy armor on your body can ensure the operation of the equipment, although the effect is not as good as before."

"But as for our electromagnetic weapons..." Yan Ou shook his head, "Forget those things. The enemy we face here is not the so-called Imperial Guard. It is a more terrifying thing. I still haven't figured it out yet. Is it human?”

"But remember, if you see a group of people singing to you, hide quickly."

"Singing?" A battle suit was a little confused. What Yan Ou said was indeed strange.

But Yan Ou was too lazy to continue talking. Every time, he would explain to the supporting troops who came and send them a combat briefing.

It's just that not many people believe this nonsense. They have only seen the Imperial Guard in other battlefields on this planet. The robots in red robes they only regard as a kind of AI equipment.

Seeing a fire warrior holding an electromagnetic grenade on his waist, Yan Ou knew that this boy would not live long.

"Okay! Wait for the air force and artillery to strike! Let's run to hell!"

Three minutes later, the remaining Qi pilots made the final attack. These darlings of the sky had already suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield.

Only the pilot of the killer whale transport ship had the highest survival rate, and the other pilots basically died on the way to attack the giant tower.

But they should have died happily. Yan Ou is now a little envious of the pilot. He is now more and more afraid of a radioactive bullet entering his body.

The more he saw that kind of miserable death, the more he became afraid of this inhumane weapon.

After several rounds of strikes, Yan Ou and the others saw the airdrop pod falling from the sky. He knew that the elite troops sent by the headquarters were about to enter the battlefield.

"For the Greater Good!" Yan Ou ran out of the bunker first, followed by vehicles and infantry.

Even vehicles like the Hammerhead have to provide cover for the infantry to accompany the charge.

Everything in the joint combat drill is of no use. There is no ambush here, no weak spot, and the only way to go is a frontal attack.

Yan Ou ran quickly on the muddy and dry ground.

The mud was because the new corpses were crushed by artillery fire from both sides, leaving a layer of fleshy mud with no visible structure.

It is dry because the old remains that have turned gray and turned into carbon are compacted by the ruthless pace, making clear cracking sounds from time to time.

Yan Ou felt that every time he took a step, he was stepping on thousands of corpses. There was only death and pain in front of him, and countless vehicle wreckage became witnesses to their ignorance.

He huddled next to a crashed Manta aircraft and looked back at the fallen soldiers and destroyed armored units.

A soldier was shot in the leg. He fell down in the mud and dry corpses and tried to crawl towards Yan Ou, but the poison and radiation that kept seeping into the wound caused him to die within a few seconds, becoming a man in urgent need of turning into spring mud. of falling red.

Just a little injury and you're dead...

Yan Ou sighed and fired the pulse gun in his hand, hitting several enemies who were struggling in the mud like him.

Some are political commissars and some are non-commissioned officers. Their clothes are different and their positions are different, but their fate is the same.

He was dodging in the shadow of the huge vehicle. He was now fighting only by intuition. Judging from the fact that he was not dead yet, his intuition was indeed very good.

Size comparison of some battle suits and Fire Caste warriors