The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After occupying the three highlands, Hayes and the others had only been busy for thirty minutes, and the howling shells began to fall on their positions. At this moment, everyone was blinded, just like the heretic defenders who were beaten by them before. Same.

How could the enemy's counterattack be so fast! ?

The soldiers were confused, but Arney quickly discovered the reason through the efforts of scouts.

About thirty kilometers in front of their position, there is a fortress built by the enemy in the mountain! The enemy's fortress artillery can directly hit their positions!

To make matters worse, a large number of enemy troops have already poured out of the fortress. The number is unknown, but there should be five or six thousand.

This intelligence error was a fatal blow to the 310th Infantry Regiment of Abu Bakari. Although Arni immediately reported the situation to his superiors and applied for an orbital strike, the results would not come until at least an hour later. After all, the battleship That point, and the need for support on the battlefield

then more.

At this time, they must rely on their own strength to hold on first.

"Soldiers, hold your ground! For the Emperor, hold your ground!"

It was noon at this time, the sun was already high, and the shells kept falling on three high grounds. The soldiers had to huddle in the trenches that had not been dug. Hayes felt that his ears were going to be deaf. He felt tired like never before. Like the people around him, his face and clothes were covered with mud mixed with blood, his fingers holding the gun were in pain from too much force, and his shoulders were also very sore.

What's more, his mouth is dry and hungry now.

After an unknown amount of time, the shelling stopped, and Hayes felt someone grab his collar.

He turned his head and saw a big, broad face and a pair of huge ears. The man was staring at him nervously, sweating profusely.

"Hmph, Brother Hass, get up, the heretics are here!"

This man's name is Peak, but the company usually calls him Big Eared Monster. This man is a group of recruits added recently. It is said that he is also from Bottom Nest. According to him, he was abandoned by his parents when he was born and adopted by a group of scavengers. There is nothing wrong with his body, but his face is ugly, his lips are split in the middle, his cheeks are swollen and big, his ears are three or four times the size of an ordinary person, and they hang on the sides of his head like some kind of animal—probably because his parents abandoned him. his reason.

But the family who adopted him treated him very well, at least there was no abuse, and they got along harmoniously, so his personality was unexpectedly gentle, but the life in the bottom nest was indeed very difficult, and Peak's adoptive mother had a chronic disease that required expensive medicine to relieve it , It was in exchange for a little medicine that he chose to secretly join the army without telling his family.

After he came to the army, he called everyone Brother, and he was actually two or three years older than Hayes. In addition, he had a good relationship with Fitz, who was also somewhat mutated, and often helped him carry things.

"Wait, I'll take it easy."

"Hmph, okay, Brother Hass, heh, I'm going to Fitzgerald."

Hayes didn't stand up, but squatted halfway against the edge of the trench, hurriedly picked up the water bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap with trembling hands and took two sips to make his throat less dry before popping his head out.

At this time, the position had already been blown up to a mess, and many fragmented corpses and fortification rubble were mixed together. The luck of their squad was not bad, no shells fell in their trenches, and the trenches dug by these heretics before were relatively deep. It can only be said that Thanks to the other party for not being lazy.

Hayes looked into the distance, and the ranks of the heretics had already been revealed. The red and black battle flags symbolizing the red pirates were flying in the air. They were all wearing red-painted carapaces, and their equipment was the same as that of regular star realms except for the painting. There is no difference between the army and the army, and there are even accompanying armored vehicles and crude light tanks.

It is clear that these heretics, while well equipped, have not changed their tactics one bit.

They plan to attack the high ground directly and take it back.

"beat!"

While the enemy started to run in small steps, the artillery of the Empire also began to shoot. The shells passed over the heads of the crowd, causing tragic explosions in the enemy's formation. Intense fire.

With both sides playing similarly, the battle soon became a war of attrition, but no matter how many times the heretics charged, the 310th Infantry of Abu Bakari held the line—albeit at a cost.

Hayes saw many comrades-in-arms die before he got to know him. One of the recruits was about his age. It was his first time fighting. He was thrown into the sky by a shell. When he landed, his stomach had been cut open, and his intestines were like a roll It snapped in two like a tangled rope, dying in the stench of feces and blood.

Although the commissars had been trying to encourage everyone, in Hayes's view, such a death was unfortunate, unattractive, and without honor.

However, he didn't have much energy to think about it. As a member of the machine gun squad, his biggest task was to carry ammunition.

And he has already moved five boxes, so tired that he almost fainted.

Despite paying such a price, Hayes still felt that the company was lucky. They held the defense line of Height 378, and other troops also held the defense line, which meant that they were at least in a condescending posture.

After all, once the battle line was breached, the consequences would be catastrophic: the trickle of casualties would likely bleed out.

If the situation continues like this, eventually the enemy will collapse in a desperate attack.

But the situation is always unsatisfactory.

An unusual explosion came from Height 411. Hayes keenly caught it and turned his head. He saw a huge rust-red fighter plane parked on the high ground, and something terrible was falling from the opened hatch.

They were the scariest monsters Hayes had ever seen, worse even than the beasts of his dreams.

They were some terrifying giants, twice the height of any human around, mottled scarlet armor covered with a large amount of human skin, human bones or growths, with either horns or tentacles growing on the helmet, holding huge Chainsaw Tomahawk or Chainsword, and Bolters.

"what is that-"

Hayes was stunned. This kind of enemy has never been introduced in the manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Could it be the legendary demon?

"Damn it! It's a Chaos Space Marine!!"

Hashett also saw those giants appearing on Height 411, and immediately howled, as if awakened from a nightmare.

"Chaos. Space Marine?"

Hayes was even more confused, Chaos is evil, he knew this, because priests often preached it.

Can Starfighter.

Are they not the will of the Emperor? Shouldn't it be an angel? How could it be possible to have a relationship with such evil?

But those twisted giants seemed to be an ironclad proof, making Hayes' past ideas seem like a joke.

To make matters worse, they started slaughtering as soon as they landed. Although there were only five of them, the surrounding defenders couldn't resist at all, and their morale quickly collapsed.

The most deadly thing is that their leader is at Heights 411!

"The leader is dead! The leader is dead!"

Five Chaos Space Marines~www.readwn.com~ completely defeated the defenders on 411 in less than three minutes. Many people began to drop their positions and weapons and run down the hill, and some ran towards the 378 hill.

Prayers and cries of victory gave way to voices of panic. A few minutes ago the heretics were beaten and fled. Now the imperial soldiers fled blindly from the enemy. All semblance of order and discipline disappeared. The army lost All cohesion, although the officers and commissars tried to shout orders, tried to restore military discipline, and even shot deserters, the chaos of the entire regiment continued to worsen.

An almost palpable sense of panic surged through the ranks. For these soldiers, only the most basic questions of survival remained.

People ran away, not caring about being tripped over by the bodies of dead or wounded comrades in arms. The whole army turned into frightened beasts desperately avoiding their pursuers. Even the officers and a few political commissars were wrapped up and driven down from the high ground. It's like a complete failure.

(end of this chapter)