Half a minute later, the order from Colonel Vader, the commander of the 4337th Infantry Regiment, came from the radio.
The assault began five minutes later.
The whole regiment, like the previous troops, rushed into the line of fire and saw what would happen.
After Miller deployed his company's heavy weapons team to the predetermined position.
, took the radio pickup away from his mouth, put the whistle to his mouth, took a deep breath of extremely dry air, and waited for what he thought was a long time.
The shelling stopped.
Didi——!
Miller blew the whistle hard.
The sharp whistle sounded throughout the team, and without hesitation, the soldiers roared and rushed to the heights of the trench.
Then there was the sound of various automatic firepower firings and the screams of personnel.
Not long after, Miller and his command team also emerged from the trenches.
They were at the top of a slope that was pockmarked by enemy shells, and in front of them were enemy fire points made of boulders.
The machine gun holes of a bunker two hundred meters away were spitting flames. Miller tried not to flinch in the face of the heavy explosive firepower that tore the ground apart.
"Class 5, take out that bunker!"
Miller shouted into his radio before thick smoke from the rocket launcher obscured his view.
The fire support team fired a rocket at the bunker. In the thick smoke, he could not see the explosion when the rocket hit the target.
When the smoke from the rocket dissipated and he saw the bunker turned into a smoky ruin, Miller felt his breathing become easier.
"Second Platoon, for the glory of the Emperor and the 4337th Regiment, move forward!"
His men followed him down the slope, weapons firing all around him, then mortars and rockets roaring behind the enemy lines.
Although the 4377th Regiment once rushed to the edge of the enemy's defense line, it was still defeated in the face of various heavy firepower.
Today's situation is like a massacre, just like yesterday, just like yesterday's yesterday.
Another day of failure.
The layout of the camp is that of a horizontal and vertical network, with a lamppost at each intersection. Besides the pungent smell of human bodies, there is the smell of generators burning fossil fuels.
Their feet pattered in the dust, and Miller felt as if his feet were sinking into the earth.
He walked forward with his head lowered so that dust would not fall into his eyes.
He somewhat wanted to know what the other officers who came to the parliament tent thought, but no one said it, they were just immersed in everyone's own pain.
Today's failure is too heavy.
Sometimes, he even missed the angels he had seen - and unfortunately, the Astartes left after saving the landing zone, presumably to perform more important tasks.
But in the current embarrassing situation, it seems difficult to break the deadlock without external force.
A burst of noise suddenly woke Miller up from his thoughts. He looked up and found a strange guy being watched by everyone.
"Then let me show them."
There was a hint of triumph in the man's words, and he waved his arms towards some big guy.
Miller stepped forward and vaguely saw a huge creature, which was as big as an officer's tent.
After pushing away the crowd, he first saw the tracks of a super-heavy tank. It was almost as wide as the bed he was sleeping on, blocking the briefing tent on the other side.
He stepped back to get a better look at the tank.
This guy's tracks are as tall as two people, and they are so big that he becomes a dwarf. The huge turret occupies the front superstructure of this tank. Twin heavy automatic cannons protrude from both sides of the vehicle body. The front armor On top is a heavy flamethrower, and a huge-caliber main gun protrudes from the top of the turret.
"When did this thing drive in?"
an officer asked curiously.
"An hour ago."
The man standing in front of the tank said:
"It was the Astartes Chapter who teleported these guys directly to the landing area, and then these big guys drove all the way here."
"What type of heavy tank is this? I really don't think I've seen it before. Are we going to use this to knock down the enemy's lines?"
Miller then asked, because it was not that the armored assault had not been tried before, but it just did not work at all. The charred remains of the Chimera personnel carriers piled up in front of the enemy's defense lines.
"I've only heard that this is the Makado heavy tank, a very ancient tank. And it's not just one tank, it's twelve tanks."
The introduced officer became elated.
"A whole battalion of super-heavy tanks, well, there's no way those green-skinned bastards can stop our cavalry from rolling forward this time, it's absolutely impossible."
Miller was a little unsure about this, but was still in awe of these war machines like everyone else.
They watched the tanks until the military police came to chase them away - they didn't make it to the meeting in time.
"Ahem——"
There were thick clouds inside the conference tent, which made people feel very uncomfortable. It was also mixed with moisture and heat radiated from the human body.
A holocron placed on the central chart table flickered with images.
It was very crowded inside the tent, not to mention that the officers of the 4377th Regiment were all trying to push forward. For a better view, Miller was pushed aside.
The colonel and his men leaned against the table, looking angrily at the image displayed on the hologram.
In fact, there is not much content above, they are just some naval battle scenes. Many naval battles broke out between human warships and green-skinned warships around a planet and several satellites. The orbit was already filled with various debris.
Of the 5 satellites, 2 have been captured, but 3 are still resisting. Their resistance is allowing the Greenskins to buy more time, and the situation around the Fulen system is further deteriorating.
Greenskins from other galaxies have begun to participate in the battle. War is to the greenskins what flowers are to bees.
Finally, there is the sullen face of Lord Magyar, Chapter Master of the Ascetic Chapter.
He only said four words.
Quick victory.
"We lost more than two thousand people yesterday."
The colonel turned off the imaging device and turned to the officers.
He was a veteran with a gray beard and a face full of wrinkles caused by age.
"This attack has been dragged on for too long. Guys, you have also seen those heavy tanks. They are from the armored assault battalion of the Astral Knights Chapter. Colonel Lucian is their commander."
Then, from the corner of the tent,
One person stands up.
He wore a long coat with the shoulder and collar badges of a tank commander. The badges looked the same as theirs, but the pattern on them was very strange - two silver crossed swords.
Miller doesn't just recall those angelic symbols.
The officers in the tent turned to look at him, and then the man spoke.
"Gentlemen, wait until tomorrow, either all the greenskins in that place will be eradicated, or we will die a glorious death trying to eradicate them."
What the tall man said was very straightforward and pure, with unshakable determination, which shocked everyone.
The colonel nodded.
"Do you all understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
The officers of the 4337th regiment responded neatly.
"Then this is the latest plan. Kill all those alien rats and send them all to the sky with tanks!!"
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