"——This should also be a key corridor for aliens."
After listening to Talos's words, Sablin nodded in understanding and responded:
"Then this place is very critical."
"I called for support, so let's hold on for a while, retreat three hundred meters back, reorganize the front, and organize crossfire according to Plan E."
Soon, the team dispersed according to his order, and the gene thieves took this opportunity to keep running towards them under the cover of the ruins.
At this time, the formation of Space Marines had been reorganized, forming a semicircular position, and then the Terminators took out the second weapon-the rainstorm plasma pistol.
With the scream of plasma tearing through the air, the battle begins again.
As early as when he was a recruit, Bahram vividly remembered his instructor saying that crossfire and close combat formations were the cornerstones of victory.
Even though he was no longer the eager-to-learn candidate he had been in the past, he still had to admit that there was some truth to this statement.
The plasma pistol pulsed slightly in his hand. Although his barrel was already red and his head had a slight headache due to the excessive aiming information from the helmet, the pain was just a small price to pay for victory.
Wave after wave of aliens came at them, just like before, but now they were facing a well-organized line of fire.
In previous battles, the terminators were either too dispersed or too concentrated, unable to take full advantage of the terrain and teammates.
Now, they were on an open battlefield, and using weapons that were extremely lethal to densely packed targets, the balance of victory had already tipped in their favor before the first plasma shot came out.
They turned their enemy's numerical superiority into a disadvantage.
Under the baptism of violent plasma, the soldiers of the 11th Company repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again, and the aliens could not even get close to them.
Only a lucky few managed to reach close combat range, but were quickly cut down to the ground.
Finally, the momentum of the attack weakened, and in the darkness there was only the sound of the barrel cooling, and the sound of alien blood dripping.
Thick smoke shrouded the bodies strewn across the ground, and an ominous quiet surrounded them.
Bahram counted the time in his head vigilantly, and finally put down the gun with a satisfied groan.
"They retreated, probably planning their next move."
Talos scanned the battlefield carefully.
"Just now I felt something was wandering in the distance, observing us, and now it's gone."
At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded, Talos turned his head and saw Ustad wearing Hades-type Terminator and rushing here with the second company - most of the veterans were also Terminators, with the Unyielding type as the host.
"It seems that you have encountered many enemies."
At a glance, Ustad saw corpses all over the ground, estimated to be thousands.
"Ustad, we need to replenish ammunition, and I'll leave it to you here. This place is a transportation node, and those Tyranid bastards might come again."
"Understood, we will defend this place."
After speaking, Ustad began to order the warriors to use flames to clear the corpses and debris on the battlefield, and at the same time began to deploy a large group of Castellan battle robots they brought (the goods obtained from Lucius in the first auction).
After handing over the position, Talos led the team back to the starting point. Before leaving, the soldiers also collected some trophies from the battlefield. The new recruits were mainly claws or fangs, which they decorated on their power armor to show off their combat experience. logo, and veterans often choose a complete alien head - but Talos also reminds them that the Terminator does not belong to them now and will have to be returned to the armory after the war, so don't leave too many marks on the armor.
When we returned to the starting point, the place had changed from the previous darkness and silence to becoming lively and brightly lit.
Various large-scale equipment, including teleportation arrays, have been deployed. Thousands of servants and technical priests are running back and forth among them. There are more than thirty huge containers loaded with supplies and ammunition stacked on both sides of the wall.
"Bahram, take the new recruits to replenish ammunition."
"Yes, company commander."
"Sablin, go and repair and replenish the ammunition yourself."
"receive."
"Everyone is dismissed and waiting for my new instructions."
After disbanding the company, Talos took off his helmet, picked up a giant cup special for Space Marines from the table nearby, and asked the servitor to fill it with real Reka coffee, and then walked to the cabler who was reviewing the war report. Shi Yang's side.
"Chapter Commander, this is the latest supply list——"
"Chapter Commander, this is the scan data from ten minutes ago——"
"Chapter Commander, this is the latest test report of the cut section——"
"Chapter Commander, this is the latest news from the navy. Their fleet commander wishes to communicate with you directly——"
"Chapter Commander, this is the support list submitted to each forging world. Lord Dietrian asked me to confirm with you——"
Although he knows that Talos has come to his side, Soshyan is now surrounded by a large number of affairs - not that he likes to do it himself, but that no one can share this kind of thing for him. All space warriors, including Belial, would rather go to the dark Even if he is fighting with aliens, he is not willing to face such trivial matters.
Before, Veronica could help him with some simple things, but this time she was gone, so these things were piled on him.
After half an hour of busy work, Soshyan finally finished handling a lot of things, but he knew that the same thing would happen again in a few hours.
"Being a manager is hard work."
Turning to look at Talos looking at him with a smile while holding the coffee, Soshyan tiredly picked up his cup of coffee that had already gone cold.
"It's just that the hard work is indescribable. I would rather kill a big demon."
"For you, killing the big demon is much simpler than these things."
Talos asked as he glanced at the tactical map.
"How is it going."
"It's going well so far. The safety zone has been established. Now Belial is advancing with the Deathwings. I hope he will stop after advancing only ten kilometers. I hope he can cooperate. The current regional structure around the safety zone After being basically cut, those aliens have no chance to get behind us, so they either choose to block us from the front, or they choose to retreat and wait for new opportunities."
"It sounds pretty good. The bugs just launched a sudden counterattack. Apparently they have realized something."
Talos then briefly recounted the encounter just now.
After listening, Soshyan nodded.
"Once they lose their original mobility, their numerical advantage will be worthless in the face of our absolute firepower advantage."
"But then our progress will be very slow."
Soshyan smiled slightly.
"Are other people going to be faster? Why don't you put yourself in their shoes? If you were the leader of this group of aliens, a group of opponents would choose to stick together and advance layer by layer, and have superior firepower without any flaws, while another group of opponents would be smaller in number. Few and scattered, what choice would you make?”
Talos thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Ha, I will definitely look for trouble with the enemies that are easy to deal with first, eat the scattered ones first, and then concentrate on dealing with the grouped ones."
As he spoke, he raised the cup slightly.
"That's why I agreed to Beria's request for mercy. I guess we won't encounter any trouble in the future, but it's hard to say for others."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then touched the coffee cups in their hands.
"For the Emperor."
