"Shoot! Shoot! If you don't want to die, shoot!"
Since the veterans were so unreliable, the new recruits could only be as dumbfounded as those servitors in the story. Amid the hoarse roar of the commander, they picked up the weapon in their hands and tried their best to pull the trigger at the vague figure in the smoke - —Of course, the accuracy is another matter.
During the interlacing red light, the surviving greenskins were also in chaos. Some of them roared and wanted to rush towards the bridge, but before they could take a few steps, they were frightened and yelled by the new recruits who concentrated fire and were covered in smoke.
The new recruits only have live weapons, and only the veterans are equipped with laser guns. Fortunately, these greenskins are not as strong as they look.
At this time, the veteran soldiers in the warehouse finally showed their heads. The greenskins were hit with tongues of fire from a heavy blaster, and blood splattered everywhere. Then several rounds of rifle grenades were fired to complete the repair.
Then there was a long silence. The old soldiers were waiting, and the new soldiers were also waiting. They held the rifles in their hands and scanned the other side, watching the cold wind dilute the thin smoke of gunpowder without a trace.
………
A long time must have passed.
Happy tried to stand up, tiptoed to the green-skinned corpses at the end of the bridge, kicked them a few times, then turned back and waved.
A tentative attack?
While that's unlikely, it seems that's the case today.
Everyone wanted to take a closer look at the beasts, but the officers loudly dispersed them and quickly arranged for the flamethrowers to gather the greenskin corpses and destroy them.
After the battle, Hartman rarely exercised his duties as squad leader, and the statistics that came out made him look a little ugly.
According to the description in the military regulations, Guards soldiers are equipped with six spare magazines as standard, but they only received four when they enlisted a month ago.
But today there are only two left for each person, especially Shechar only has half of the gun left in the barrel.
I just killed a dozen greenskins...
Afterwards, he said calmly to everyone sitting around the fire at the bottom of the crater where the water had finally been filled.
"Let me make it clear first that when the ammunition runs out, please take care of yourself. If the greenskins and I were to fight on the bayonet, I would definitely run away. Everyone saw those monsters today, and their arms are thicker than my thighs."
"Yes, we fired so many guns today, we are worthy of the God Emperor."
Happy on the side also echoed.
"Hey, didn't you say that greenskins are weak in melee combat?"
The young and ignorant Shechar suddenly pulled out a pamphlet from under his buttocks. Hartman could tell at a glance that it was a manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs.
"Look at the painting above, the skills of fighting greenskins——"
Hartman stretched his head and took a look. There were only a few lines of useful words on it.
[The stupid and clumsy greenskin will approach you and slash you with his kitchen knife. It is very simple to grab its wrist as shown in the picture]
[Rotate 90 degrees as instructed and twist the attacker's arm, forcing the greenskin to drop its original weapon]
[Take a step forward and quickly stab the greenskin's fragile face with your combat knife. Repeat this step until the target is definitely dead. (Then stab him again. Greenskins are famous for being too stupid to die!)]
[——Be careful to burn all green-skinned corpses as soon as possible——]
After looking at those pictures, Hartman shook his head. Although he was not a fighting champion, he could still tell that this thing was just like the picture on the packaging bag - everything will ultimately prevail in kind.
"Forget it, it's better to use that thing on your ass."
"Sir, this is too hard... I'm going to panic."
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Plains of Ashes, Assembly Point 3
The garage was filled with sounds, the roar of the engine filling the air, mixed with the sound of the hatch locking, like a beast of metal and spinning gears roaring to life.
Sergeant Farek Sommer ran through the growing noise, dodged the servitors reloading ammunition, and ran down the smoke-filled corridors between armors.
He was still sleeping when the transmitter started shouting deployment orders. He had also tried drinking to keep himself awake, but it didn't quite work.
A Cerberus tank started to reverse as he ran past, almost crushing him.
Sergeant Sommer cursed and moved on.
Although he was very tired, very tired, he was still running, trying hard to buckle the collar of his military uniform, and looking for his own figure among the rows of armor.
Anyone who thinks that the Guards of Armageddon (PDF), like the Guards of other worlds, are simply poorly equipped light infantry, would be surprised.
As one of the most important military factories in the empire, Armageddon's guards have been given higher armed authority to surround this important authority, and their most important equipment is produced at the Armageddon Armor Factory. There are many variants of the Chimera armored vehicle.
A rugged and reliable armored vehicle capable of operating in the harshest environments, the Chimera is also an amphibious vehicle capable of traversing dense swamps and rivers, even rivers, emerging from unexpected places to outflank the enemy.
The driver and gunner sit in the front of the vehicle and are responsible for operating the heavy explosive bombs installed on the vehicle body, while the commander sits in the turret and operates the multi-laser installed on the turret - the heavy explosive bombs in the front of the vehicle are also Can be replaced with a heavy flamethrower, while the turret's weapons can be replaced with heavy bolters, heavy flamethrowers, autocannons or twin heavy bolters.
The rear of the Chimera body is a crew cabin that can accommodate 12 members and place their equipment. There is a ramp-type door panel at the rear to allow vehicle members to enter the crew cabin. There are also 6 fixed heavy-duty weapons in the crew cabin. Laser guns allow soldiers to shoot out from inside the crew compartment, and there is a hatch on the top that allows soldiers to enter and exit to use heavy weapons, but this will also make the armored vehicle more vulnerable to enemy fire.
In addition to these facilities, the Chimera is also equipped with searchlights and smoke launchers. Other common modifications include camouflage nets, dozer blades, additional armor, hunter-killer missiles, and heavy logging guns, heavy explosive bombs, etc., and due to its modularity Design, the Chimera can also be converted into a variety of other vehicles to complete a variety of different tasks, such as the Chimera command vehicle equipped with communication equipment and scanners.
And these are continuously produced from the factory every day, most of which are handed over to the Astra Militarum, and a small amount is reserved for personal use.
But even with such a small holding, over the years, Armageddon has accumulated tens of thousands of armored vehicles. These armors may not be as powerful as tanks, but they are still a torrent of steel that cannot be ignored.
Before the war, every armored vehicle that could still move was urgently deployed, without exception.
"Sir! Here!"
Sommer, who was anxiously looking for his car, heard a familiar voice, turned his head and saw a familiar face.
Half of Gunner Sean's body was exposed outside the turret, and a dirty towel hung on his chest, like a piece of rotten meat that had been left for several days, but this did not affect the Gunner's stubble-covered face at all. Smile on face.
"Sir, Terra, what are you laughing at?"
Sean looked at his commander in confusion for a moment, his smile trembling.
"Sorry, boss."
Sommer ignored him and climbed on top of his armored vehicle. Its camouflage had long since peeled off, and the patina and stains now dyed the armor's shell like a butcher's apron.
The main gun was cold and silent, but it wouldn't be silent for long.
Sommer has been driving his old car for ten years, and although it has a serial number [505], he prefers to call his car "Crazy Boy."
He knew it so well, every screw of it, but it was also the first time he had ever been on the battlefield with it - a first for both of them.
In fact, 'Crazy Boy' is a Cerberus and one of Armageddon's "specialty" equipment. It is a light armored vehicle based on the Chimera chassis.
The Cerberus is equipped with a large flamethrower called the Hell Cannon, a weapon that sprays deadly self-igniting chemicals that are effective against infantry in dense terrain and urban combat areas.
Since it can eject flames covering a large area and cause extremely terrible damage to the gathered infantry, the appearance of such a Cerberus often means death.
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