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

At the forward position 10 kilometers in front of the Hygrath Hive, millions of Astra Militarum warriors built a ring-shaped defense belt around the Hyglath Hive to resist the greenskin invasion.

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Private Joseph, who had just inserted a standard bulletproof plate in front of him, sat on a small mound dug out in the temporary trench to rest his feet. He adjusted his gas mask so that his face wouldn't be numb from being squeezed by the ill-fitting mask. The sealed protective clothing and heavy windbreakers, combined with gloves and masks, wrapped each soldier tightly, leaving no trace of skin exposed.

Armageddon is a heavy industrial planet that produces a large amount of equipment for the empire. The land outside the hive has long been deeply polluted by severe industrial wastewater. The highly toxic exhaust gas in the air is enough to kill the lungs of anyone who lacks a mask. Within three minutes, the clothes turned into a pool of blood.

Joseph held the laser gun in his hand tightly, feeling that all this was really crazy.

Those green-skinned orcs quickly broke through the planet's orbital defenses with an unstoppable power. The metal garbage in the sky glowed with a burnt red sheen after rubbing against the atmosphere, just like the fire from the sky described in those legends. It feels the same.

These garbage balls made of metal hit various places on the surface of the planet without any consideration for accuracy. Metal balls one after another smashed the spiers of the towering hive buildings. The huge building remains were powerlessly crushed toward the lower areas amidst the explosions, creating more chaos and destruction.

God-Emperor, those damn nobles and officials must have died a lot. Thinking of this, Joseph, a soldier recruited from the mining factory of the bottom hive city, felt sincerely happy. Countless metal balls popped out with huge mouths, wearing tattered iron armor, and holding low-quality firearms that didn't even match the size of the bullets in their hands. God knows how these orcs survived such an unbuffered collision. Those inferior firearms that even the poorest gangsters looked down upon had exaggerated gunshots and unimaginable destructive power.

Joseph was fortunate enough to be led by a sergeant to round up and kill a group of greenskin troops that were massacring the residents of the hive city. When he picked up those exaggeratedly shaped greenskin guns filled with bandages and welding holes, he carefully examined the chambers of the guns. and the contents of the magazine.

It was just some random garbage stuffed in, roughly shaped like a pair of bullets, with different diameters and different lengths, and some bullets didn't even have a stable primer. But these rags were stuffed into the magazine by those greenskins, and they could be perfectly shot out of the barrel and smashed into pieces the rows of soldiers equipped with bulletproof armor.

But now, the cleaning work of the hive city has been over for a long time. They have been rushed by the managers and military and political officials of the hive city to dig trenches in this land full of pollution and poison, and use these suspected to be from the bottom of the hive city. Metal panels removed from the house strengthen the defense line.

Joseph felt that he might not survive the next battle. Although he saw many powerful artillery such as basilisks and manticores on the way in the Chimera armored vehicle, the comrades beside him also had many weapons in their hands. There are four batteries of heavy mortars and automatic cannons at the bottom of the box.

However, in addition to suffering the most violent enemy attacks, soldiers on the front line may also have to endure the "warm" artillery support from friendly forces in the rear.

Thinking this, Joseph lowered his head and looked at a comrade next to him who was also wearing the same clothes. The two eyes buried under protective goggles looked at each other. In each other's eyes, the two people saw a sense of indifference and despair about to die.

"Hey, for the Emperor, right?"

The person opposite Joseph raised his palm and leaned towards him, and a muffled sound sounded between the two of them through the gloves. Joseph high-fived the unknown soldier, using this method to relax his tense nerves.

"For the Emperor, brother."

"They are coming! Get ready to fight!" A huge voice like thunder came from another part of the position. Joseph knew that this was his biochemically modified commander. He also specially made an adjustable one in his throat. The loudspeaker makes it easier for him to issue orders with his huge roar on the battlefield or in the training camp.

He held up the helmet on his head and stood on the flat mound where he had just been sitting, observing the movement in the distance between the two bulletproof metal plates. The huge amounts of dust kicked up by running or driving are like naturally formed sandstorms, and are spectacular in scale. He could even feel the slight shaking of the trench where he was leaning. The number of those green-skinned barbarians must be quite large, and their physiques must also be quite large.

As the flames of several explosions bloomed in the sandstorm, the greenskin frenzy rushed into the previously laid mine array. In order to ensure the defense of the hive and the stability of the line, the officers did not consider any passage areas and mines. To solve the problem in the area, they directly buried all the landmines that could be planted in a circle around the defense line. Just because they were afraid that the number of landmines was not enough, they violently confiscated more homemade explosives from the gangs in the nest city and buried them together. Got in.

Fireballs of varying sizes exploded straight into the sky, and the black smoke and dust mixed together, making the sky opposite Joseph even worse.

"Ready for shelling!"

Another loud roar hit Joseph's ears, and he hurriedly hid his body in the trench. He didn't want to be injured by his own men in the first round of shelling.

On the position several kilometers away, the neatly arranged basilisks and manticore artillery, as well as the soldiers operating heavy mortars and howitzers, created a shocking movement, and thousands of artillery shells streaked through the air. Joseph's head hit the minefield that the greenskins were walking through.

The explosion completely suppressed the roar of the greenskins, leaving only the land that was constantly shaking from the explosions and the frontline soldiers who were hit by the sound. The continuous shelling also attracted a counterattack from the Orcs. Louder cannons sounded from the other side, and more shells flew from the other side.

The artillery shells fired by the greenskins emitted black smoke of substandard military quality and drifted crookedly to every corner of the position. However, they probably didn't care about this. They just let go because we were there, without any calculation of artillery ballistics.

After cleaning up the steaming mud that splashed on his goggles, Joseph could clearly feel that the orcs' shelling was more ferocious than his own army's shelling. Although there was no accuracy at all, the constant sound was still shocking. His heart ached.