"If we hadn't come, these guys would probably have started killing each other."
Colonel Acat was about to climb out of the Chimera's top hatch, and then scolded his new adjutant:
"So we should abandon our mission and run around in front of the thugs?"
The adjutant looked like he wanted to take a step back, but there was nowhere to retreat in the tight confines of the armored vehicle.
"Of course not, Colonel."
"Very well. You should be glad the Commissar didn't hear those bastards."
Originally, their political commissar had been killed in action, but a trainee political commissar was quickly transferred from the 22nd Regiment, and he is now staying with the First Company.
"Please forgive me--"
"We are Cadian, we are here, right where we are. We are here to restore order to this planet. What if I stand idly by and watch the Emperor's will be enforced, allowing a world population self-destruction, I’ll be damned, you’d better remember it.”
"I solemnly apologize, Colonel, for my slip of the tongue."
Colonel Acat grunted and climbed onto the top cabin.
The Chimera was at the forefront of the Cadian army, with only a few Leman Russ vehicles lined up in a wedge in front.
The marching speed was very slow, and the armored vehicles were not even faster than the infantry. Then he grabbed the radio microphone and gave the order:
"All tanks, speed up, I hope to reach the planned attack position before dark."
Silhouettes of fortifications and trenches filled the horizon, details blurred by distance.
Colonel Acat chose a low plateau, which was large enough to deploy troops and high enough to seize the initiative in the battle.
This plateau is also directly in the direction of the enemy's attack and Fortress No. 7. The images returned by the reconnaissance flight showed that the rebels and cultists were marching like a storm.
Thinking of those rebels, Colonel Acat was filled with hatred. He almost died at the hands of those armed militiamen not long ago, although in the end he commanded the tanks to crush all the traitors - literally.
But this was still not enough to relieve the anger in his heart.
Who gave these mud-legged bastards of the wild world the courage to betray the Emperor?
This is not a simple mental illness, or some random plague, there is some kind of motivation behind the rage.
Although the war situation is quite unfavorable, Colonel Acat still has sufficient confidence. After all, they always have air and orbital advantages.
Fortress No. 7 is now the key to the problem.
As long as the remaining enemies inside are dealt with, the Dark Angel can use his hand to launch an airborne attack on the enemy's weak point, inserting a sharp knife into the enemy's heart.
Colonel Acat believed that the situation in the war would soon change.
Soon, the 99th Kadian Regiment rushed down from the position and plowed a road between the enemy tide.
The armored troops charge forward, like a giant mechanical sickle, followed by the infantry troops, who will cause more damage to the enemy.
If faced directly on the plains with an enemy army that many times outnumbers our own, the infantry would undoubtedly be unable to exert its strength, so Colonel Acat decided to leave them to attack the fortress.
The first hour of the attack went as planned, with the army gnawing down the high ground held by the rebels, and the Qadians crushing the enemy with overwhelming force.
However, the enemy forces later gathered greater numbers and joined forces with the cultists.
The counterattack they launched was more violent than Colonel Acat expected. He knew that these people were going crazy, but their actions still surprised him.
The madman armed with explosives rushed straight towards the Leman Russ tank, never taking a step back——
Even among the Greenskins, he had never shown such a spirit of risking one's life.
The armored forces were forced to retreat on a small scale.
Most of the rebels did not have heavy weapons, and their light weapons were generally modified simple live ammunition firearms, as well as crude melee weapons, such as blades or clubs. They could do nothing but die in front of the Qadians.
However, a handful of rebellious local garrison troops also joined the battle. They unleashed their fury regardless of friend or foe, and fought their way through the plains, just to rush to the front of the formation and launch an attack.
Their weapons and equipment are not as good as those of the Qadi, but they should not be underestimated.
As a result, casualties began to appear.
Colonel Acat stood at the hatch, personally supervising the battle and urging the tanks to shell.
Soon, more enemy troops poured into the Cadian position from all directions, like waves after waves, walls after walls, and nests of writhing maggots.
Colonel Acat didn't know whether they were heretics or lunatics, or something else. They fought with such fervor that they looked sick.
These people seem to have no ideas and consciousness of their own, and only attack in response to furious passion.
Some madmen were covered in blood, their skin and clothes were torn to pieces, but they were still howling, even foaming at the mouth, and lost the ability to speak - although they were still identifiable as human beings, and their bodies had not been corrupted or mutated.
Although these men's fervor threatens to tear the host's body from the inside, they still know how to use weapons.
The militiamen even formed a formation.
If they continued to defend, they would only be killed, so Colonel Acat decided to launch a counterattack.
He knew that the orders he gave to the armored units carried the risk of putting them at a distance from the infantry, but he believed that the discipline and firepower would be enough for the soldiers to fight off the thugs, and that a gradual advance would only give the enemy time for more madmen to rush forward. Come.
Ahead, his orders were carried out.
The engines roared and the heavy bolters fired, but the tanks did not speed up and the artillery remained silent.
"Armored battalion."
Colonel Acat shouted into the radio:
"I ordered you to speed up."
"We're speeding up, Colonel...but the enemy is blocking us."
"What to stop? The enemy doesn't have any vehicles."
"quantity."
The commander of the armored battalion sounded bewildered, and Colonel Acat cursed.
"Damn it! Open a gap."
After giving the order, he turned to the driver.
"Drive to the front!"
The tanks in front moved to the left and right, and Colonel Acat sat on the Chimera to fill the gap, only a hundred meters away from the forefront.
At this time, his jaw almost dropped.
The commander of the armored battalion was right, the enemy's numbers alone stopped the offensive.
The furious crowd kept coming and rushed towards the tank.
Right before his eyes, the vehicle was crashing into a solid wall of flesh and blood, and the sea of people stretched all the way into the distance.
The crowd pushed and trampled each other in their obsession to kill. In comparison, the impact on the flanks of the team was insignificant.
However, this is only the case temporarily.
“What the hell, where did these people come from???”
Colonel Acat still doesn't know about the Red Sand Mountains, let alone that someone opened a portal on the battlefield and directly transported the crazy people in the Red Sand Camp to the battlefield.
Such a teleportation requires a huge price in blood, and the person who passes through the teleportation will go completely crazy.
He didn't know all this.
