As the Spark approached Gages, the squadron sent a signal indicating that the space around the planet had been cleared, and then one warship after another slowly approached the planet with only a little bit of orbital defense power left.
Even from such a distance, Soshyan could see the green-skinned floating dock trembling under the powerful firepower of the fleet.
Those precise gunfire annihilated the meteorite modification facilities and auxiliary tugs one by one, and cleaned up the floating meteorites and large pieces of space junk that might pose a threat to the fleet.
The Starfire also joined in the chorus of fire.
Bursts of dull roars echoed on the deck, shaking all the cabins, like a giant gong ringing chaotically in some empty marble palace.
There was a different smell in the air, as if dust or ash had been mixed into the central circulation system.
After half an hour of indiscriminate bombardment, the next phase of the war gradually unfolded.
The ground forces of the fleet began to launch a full-scale offensive against Gages, and all the warriors of the Chapter gathered together to watch the battle.
The low orbit of Gages is now wide open, allowing various spaceships of the imperial army to transport large numbers of people to the assembly point in low orbit. The huge hatches of those huge transport ships are opened one by one under the control of heavy cantilevers, like The winged roc in ancient mythology.
Further down is the planet that fills the entire field of vision. It looks like a huge orange and looks particularly dazzling.
After the transport ship arrived in low orbit, batches of heavy warships also lined up and sailed into view, and the soldiers watched intently.
In a moment, a small but blazing fire suddenly lit up the bright orange land below - the orbital bombing officially kicked off.
Many dark spots began to appear on the planet, and the orange's surface was stained with bruises. Those particularly bright spots were the flash points produced after the fired ammunition and lasers hit the void shield.
During the orbital suppressive bombing process, the transport fleet that had reached the predetermined height immediately began to drop ground troops, like a group of giant giants throwing seeds or chaff as fine as dust at their feet.
According to traditional tactics, the first batch of landing troops will open up a safe landing site on the ground, and then heavy equipment will arrive on the ground via large transport aircraft to unload those war machines.
Even the simple thinking of the green skins can understand the importance of not allowing the opponent to easily open a landing site, so they will definitely gather their strength to try to eliminate the landing troops in place.
Therefore, the first batch of troops to land must fight a bloody battle with the enemy without heavy fire support.
The casualties of such wars are often horrific.
However, this is the role of the Astra Militarum. As the cornerstone of the entire campaign, regardless of whether they have strong bodies and minds, they play a supporting role in the war.
The decisive blow is often in the hands of more elite and rarer weapons.
The Chapter Astartes was born for this purpose.
Five hours after the landing operation was launched, Soshyan received a message. The commander of the detachment said that the greenskins were already out in force and fighting fiercely with the Astra Militarum, which was a good opportunity to destroy their hearts.
"We're going to the surface."
Soshyan turned to Sol and said:
"Do you want to go down?"
It almost sounds like a question, but it's actually a notification of the next step.
Thor nodded slightly.
Soon, Thunder Eagle arrived on the flight deck of the Starfire. Twenty-five warriors were ready to go, including Priest Yazdan.
"let's go."
No pre-war mobilization was needed. Soshyan believed that his soldiers were fully mentally prepared.
A few minutes later, the Thunderhawk was like a comet streaking across the sky, rapidly approaching the green skinned core stronghold of Gages through friction with the thin atmosphere.
There is something in the planet's atmosphere that is not suitable for ordinary humans to breathe. Most of the mortal troops who land must wear roaring masks. Only the Astartes do not need such protection.
You don’t even need to wear a helmet
During the landing, Soshyan always paid attention to the dynamics of the war and the structure of the planet's surface.
Most of the planets occupied by green skins will soon lose their vitality, leaving only huge deserts on the ground, as if they were a whole piece of brown glass.
Everything was tinted a light orange due to the huge beam of light coming down from the sky.
The trail produced by the Thunder Eagle when it passed through the void shield was like a series of bursting electric sparks.
Looking from an altitude of several thousand meters, one can already see staggeringly large towers piercing the ground and reaching into the sky. These huge buildings like hive spiers are exactly the same as the rough and wild style of the greenskins.
They are about ten kilometers apart and arranged at regular intervals, as if they are stalagmites growing in a cave.
Saul, who was sitting next to Soshyan, suddenly said his first words after boarding the plane.
"This is a super large stance generator. Being able to create something like this means that there must be a very powerful engineer among the greenskins here. They are generally called big tech masters."
Soshyan heard the implication of Thor's words - the greenskins here may not be easy to deal with.
He looked out the window carefully. In the face of such a large-scale extraterrestrial invasion, those giant shields performed very well, absorbing most of the power of the orbital bombardment.
On the tactical panel, the greenskins protected under the void shield were also preparing to launch the most powerful counterattack.
Through real-time tactical projection, Soshyan could see countless soldiers and armored vehicles rolling across the wasteland like huge waves, rushing towards the target through the fiery tracks plowed by orbital bombardment.
Fire was everywhere, and the ferocious firepower left spots on the ground. The earthen fortresses built by the green skins gradually melted, but this was only the most insignificant part of the huge defense force.
Thousands of billowing smoke pillars scattered across the vast land rose into the ocher-yellow sky. The damaged vehicles spewing thick smoke were just insignificant black dots on the green projector, buried in the surging tide of offensive. middle.
This is the background of a war painting. If it is paired with a general or commander standing with a helmet on his feet and a sword drawn, it would be enough to become a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.
Such a spectacular scene was beyond anything he had ever seen.
But in a rather contradictory moment, he realized the different conflicting aspects of human beings: on the one hand, the majestic and powerful general was complacent, on the other hand, the small and fragile individual soldier suddenly fell to the ground and immediately disappeared in front of countless colleagues. Under the footsteps of the alien barrier charging.
Okena's defensive front, which spanned thousands of kilometers, threw devastating and ferocious firepower at the approaching army.
At the forefront of the Imperial offensive, the Greenskin's astonishingly powerful weapon strikes reduced armored vehicles and mortal bodies to rubble, and even the air itself was distorted in the explosion.
On the top of the hundred-meter-high rock fortresses, huge turrets of various shapes slowly rotated, washing the ground with cannonballs with seriously excessive charges. Occasionally, you can see these turrets causing damage due to improper operation. Destroyed.
These explosions left burnt, sticky, and steaming scars in the Imperial army's formation, and entire companies of soldiers simply evaporated.
At the same time, a large number of super-heavy tanks marched in, ready to shoot. The powerful poison blades raised their muzzles and began to bombard those fortresses.
Green-skinned buildings have always been incompatible with sturdiness. Those buildings quickly shattered under the bombardment of artillery fire, and large clouds of smoke and debris flew everywhere.
From Soshyan's point of view, those explosions seemed insignificant, and the flying ash was just a little bit of dust, but he understood that this was still an effect in comparison with the grand scale.
Those forts were actually huge, and every dust cloud was as big as an entire city block reduced to rubble.
The outer defense line that the Astra Militarum attacked with all its strength had little effect, and the door to the greenskin core stronghold was still closed.
Five minutes later, countless rockets rose from the rear of the Greenskin front and hit the Empire's front. Even the super-heavy tanks disintegrated under the continuous bombardment. The tank crews and their vehicles turned into incendiary blackened remains. .
Soshyan couldn't help but wonder, how many imperial soldiers' souls flew out of the sky at that second?
In that moment, in that deafening roar.
At this time, there was a sudden vibration under his feet, and then the entire Thunder Eagle trembled.
They landed on the land of Gages.
