"Tactical report!"
There were enough surprises today. Kurtz Mannheim had a vibrato when he spoke.
A painful roaring code came from the horn of the injured Iron Hammer. It was trying to regain its footing. The sensor listened hard and tried to sort out the complicated codes. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the auspicious omen. parameters.
"A small amount of damage to the aircraft is within control, Captain."
The data officer then begins reporting.
"On our side, 14 were damaged, 3 were seriously injured, and 11 were killed, including 7 War Dogs, 3 Predators, and 1 Warlord."
This number made Kurtz's heart throb. The Iron Skull Legion had never suffered such a huge loss.
"Where is the enemy?"
"The enemy forces are almost completely destroyed. The data shows that the enemy still has two enemy aircraft surviving, located at position 458."
"Confirm, continue scanning."
"Working on it, Captain."
Kurtz Mannheim took a deep breath, calmed down, and thought about it carefully. His luck today was not so bad. At least when the legion was on the verge of destruction, reinforcements appeared, and they were Astartes.
"It's time to counterattack, raise your shield, attack at pace, and have your main weapon ready."
"Shield deployed!"
"Accelerate to attack pace!"
"Engines activated to maximum power, Captain."
Another wave of missiles sprayed hot air and landed in front of it. The wail of a colorful war dog not far away sounded even more miserable because it rushed too far forward. Just as a phosphorus weapon exploded at its feet, the flames immediately climbed up. its right leg.
"Damn-"
The sensor in the corner suddenly murmured to himself.
"What kind of weapons are these Astartes using? They can actually ignite metal..."
"I will only remind you once. You can only say this in this cockpit. You have to respect yourself outside. Sensor Officer, you are not allowed to question the Astartes."
"Yes, Captain... I'm so sorry, Captain!"
The sensor then worked hard to adjust the scanning device.
"The entire area has fallen into an abnormally high temperature state, and it is difficult to obtain clear images. Captain, the auspicious device operating at full power is still unable to filter out the heat signal interference in the target area."
"I don't want to hear excuses, Sensor!"
"No excuses, Captain."
The gunnery master took the opportunity to interject.
"The sensor officer was right, we were faced with an ambush horde, they are very good at using any electromagnetic concentration point in the land to conceal their identity, and now the Astartes weapons are messing up the thermal imaging. .”
One kilometer east of them, the remaining Titans of the Iron Skull Legion had launched long-range covering fire. The two Predator-class vehicles sprayed jets of heavy artillery fire into the distance as they advanced.
"Order the legion to maintain the pace of attack."
Kurtz Mannheim ordered:
"Continue to suppress the bombardment and we will move forward to support the Astartes at close range."
"Yes, Captain, what a great idea."
Kurtz Mannheim tried hard to focus on the target area, but the sighting system and detection system still found nothing. At this time, the system prompted that a tail autoloader seemed to be rotating at a low speed, and it might be jammed - this thing Like the spindles in a textile machine.
"Tech-Priest! Watch out for the No. 9 loader at the rear!"
He quickly called out.
"The fault has been detected and has been reported to the modulation officer."
The Tech-Priest's reply came.
"I sent a few servitors there."
After rounds of bombings, the entire swamp has been changed beyond recognition.
Thick smoke and echoing codes weaved through the air, and the ground was a jagged mess of heaps of metal debris and pits meters deep.
"Multiple dangerous paths alert!"
Then the power officer shouted.
“Got to get down to a third of the pace.”
"Agreed, reduce the traveling speed."
Kurtz Mannheim moved his hips forward. He could feel the huge body of the Iron Hammer stepping across the war-torn terrain. As early as the era when the Titans learned to learn, the mentors had surpassed those who were in danger. Horrible stories of engines running too fast over terrain that eventually broke through their own traction limits, their morbid haste taking themselves beyond the limits of what their gyroscopes and inertial dampers could control, and eventually capsized, helplessly watching the enemy approach. .
"Don't fight the lever. Keeping it working slowly and gently will keep us stable."
"Yes, Captain."
They were passing through streaks of dark oil smoke, which washed the entire cockpit from head to toe. Phosphorus fire was flowing everywhere, carbonizing the body, and the entire battlefield was like the legendary netherworld.
"Hold still."
Another step, another step, the oriole was searching with all its strength, but could only read the shell of the wreckage.
"Where did they go?"
"They haven't escaped yet, Captain. I have found their traces and they are still here."
These hunters, stalkers, and dormant beasts still have not given up their hunting.
They hide in the smoke and flames, waiting for an opportunity to pounce from close range.
"Slow down to a tenth of the speed, rotate at the waist and track the target, moving, keep the weapon active and ready."
The upper body of the Steel Hammer began to rotate slowly: to the left, to the right, back to the left, back to the right. It was patiently carefully inspecting every piece of land in front of it.
"3-4-3 direction, seventy meters away!"
Suddenly, the sensor made a sound, but the sound was very low.
"I thought that was a hot sign."
"I thought so, Sensor."
"Where's the clearance to fire, Captain?"
"permit."
The gunner activated the firing system, the Plasma Annihilator unleashed its fury, and the sensory flow back to the system was luscious, simply exhilarating, just what Kurtz Mannheim had been waiting for.
The next second, a shit-yellow-painted Gangaat emerged from the burst of flames like a frightened bird.
It was wounded, one leg was drooping, and sparks were vomited from the heat exchanger on its back.
"Clear goals!"
Kurtz yelled.
"Give me the Tornado missile lock!"
"Yes, missile lock completed!"
"Five volleys!"
Subsequently,
The missiles erupted from the launcher on the back. When the real projectiles slammed out of the chamber, they could feel the bumps in the cockpit and heard the grinding sound of the loading system stuffing new rockets into the bomb nests. .
This is overkill,
The first three missiles killed Gangaat when they hit its back, and its entire torso was engulfed in the erupting flames.
The fourth shot blew out its cockpit as it turned and fell. It was unnecessary but pleasant. The fifth shot that missed its target smashed a truck and engulfed a dozen greenskins around it.
The crew members cheered as Gangaat collapsed to the ground as it disintegrated in the flames.
"Keep an eye on your posts! It's not over yet!"
Kurtz just finished speaking,
The second dark-colored Gangaat jumped out from the thick smoke to their left. The oily color of the shell was like the colorful elytra of a rhinoceros that shines with purple light.
The enemy aircraft's weapon team opened fire, spitting out a round of ferocious volleys that made the steel hammer tremble, and its shield was trying hard to absorb the violent impact.
"Turn! Turn!"
It was coming straight for them...a hundred meters, fifty meters, and kept shooting.
"The void shield is stable!"
"The target has reached a dangerous distance, prepare for close combat!"
This is the most unacceptable option, as the Emperor-class Titan is not equipped with melee weapons at all!
