Less than half an hour after the Red Pirates launched their attack, three tank regiments stationed in Aining were all attacked. More than fifty Leman Russ were destroyed in the first round of attacks, but the tank crews struggled to activate them despite the flames and bullets. The tanks finally made part of the Leman Russ move.
Then the Red Pirates suffered their first wave of losses. At least 10 Terminators were directly wiped from the ground by the tank's main gun. Even the thick Terminator armor could not survive the close range bombardment.
The tank crews who did not have tanks did not panic and tried to cover the only tank operations, shooting with their laser guns and throwing grenades. Although the firepower of this small weapon could not penetrate the Terminator's armored shell, it interfered with it. Traitors, some bold tank soldiers even used fuel to make simple Molotov cocktails, and used the cover of surrounding buildings to smash at these armored giants.
Sending out the Terminators alone turned out to be a mistake, and after losing over twenty Terminators, the Red Corsairs retreated under heavy fire from the tanks.
Although the enemy was repelled, the armored forces stationed in Aining also suffered huge losses and were no longer able to play a key role. The Red Pirates' tactical intentions had been completed.
With the defensive batteries destroyed and communications disrupted, there was nothing to hinder the troop-laden assault boats as they dropped into the city.
Wearing blood-red armor, with the red pirate logo printed on their chests, and holding standard lasers, Tyrant Legion soldiers filed out of the assault boats. They moved quickly and standardly, no different from ordinary Astra Militarum troops - except they were more cruel and bloodthirsty. .
At the same time, the assault boats were accompanied by a large number of gunboats and Thunderhawks, which passed over the streets, intermittent fire slamming into the sides of buildings or gouging craters in the pavement.
Screams of terror rang out as civilians poured out of their damaged homes, filling the streets with a crowd of frightened humans.
And the heretical soldiers advanced with ruthless efficiency, bayoneting civilians to death, gunning them down on their doorsteps, and driving them into the streets with ruthless slaughter.
The goal of this cruel strategy soon became apparent, and pdf had already built barricades on the streets to block the enemy's attack.
Driven by bayonets behind them, the desperate civilians rushed towards the front of the garrison.
The PDF commanders hesitated to give the order to fire on their own people, but by the time the belated order was given, civilians had already crashed into the soldiers, confusing their ranks and breaking the barricade defenses.
"For the Blackheart King!"
The soldiers of the Tyrant Legion roared slogans and broke down the pdf barricades. At the same time, as transport boats dropped tanks and artillery to the ground, they began to receive heavy firepower support.
The situation in Ainin worsened further. More than three million soldiers of the Tyrant Legion were dropped to the ground. They fought and slaughtered on the one hand, while the Thunderhawks also dropped their deadly cargo——
Chaos Space Marines.
On the other side, after a period of confusion, the nearly ninety-year-old planet governor arrived at the relatively safe command room.
Located underground in Eining, it's spacious, the generators still working, and bright strip lighting throwing a sterile artificial glare from the polished white surfaces of the accessories.
The planet governor looked at the huge screen and watched the horrific scenes unfold. Chaos and heresy engulfed his homeland in front of his eyes.
Even as the horrors engulfed him, he desperately tried to maintain his tall, dignified demeanor.
Although this governor was born into a hive noble, his family was not prominent. He also served in the Astra Militarum and reached the rank of regimental leader in the Badab War, fighting on more than a dozen planets in several galaxies. , and also fought against the former Star Claw.
The fact that the Emperor allowed me to survive the battlefield was a blessing in itself, he mused, absentmindedly tugging at the gorgeous brocade on his sleeves.
Then tears streamed down the painful cheeks of a broken old man.
He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of failing in his duty.
boom--
Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the wall.
The Governor's bunker was designed to combat rebellion and civil strife, and proved to be no obstacle to the Chaos Space Marines, who were used to breaching starship bulkheads and therefore knew exactly what to do.
The massive steel door blocking the entrance to the bunker quickly turned to slag under the concentrated blast of plasma cannons, but molten metal was still dripping from the frame as the Red Pirates burst through the opening.
"Well"
The planet governor groaned in the smoke. Although the protective force field he carried prevented the explosion from tearing his body apart, it could not eliminate the kinetic energy of the explosion, causing him to hit the wall hard.
Then, along with the sound of heavy footsteps, a figure covered with spikes appeared in his blurred vision.
A sarcastic laugh erupted from beneath his helmet as the red pirate stared down at the shattered governor.
Although most of the bones were shattered, the planetary governor tried to protect the object clinging to his chest, wrapped tightly in his clothes.
The red pirate thought it was some valuable item, so he stretched out his hand and broke the old man's arm, then lifted up his clothes, but what caught his eye was a real shining plasma grenade——
Finally, the planet governor forced a smile.
"Fuck you heretical bastard—"
The flash of light engulfed both of them in an instant.
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"I've heard that the Cadian people are great warriors."
Commissar Gregor's visor fogged up as he shouted at the communication bead under his respirator.
"But now it's the opposite. What I see are motherless cubs, ready to die in the dirt! Get up and fight, you cowards! Follow your commanders, or humiliate your ancestors!"
Gregre had no way of knowing how much of the explosion was audible as the shells tore up the ground around them, kicking up soggy dirt and tearing apart any unfortunate Cadian who came close enough, but he believed he The meaning has been conveyed.
He was a strong man, fully capable of providing on-the-spot discipline when needed, with dark eyes that stood out in his olive face, and the collar of his black coat turned up, almost touching the brim of his hat, when His eagle eye had frightened many a lowly soldier, and they had seen him kill enough cowards and gangsters to know that if a commissar needed to set an example to prevent a rout, it would be with a shot to the back of the head. One shot sets the example.
But in fact, Political Commissar Gregor prefers to use threats to inspire troops to take action rather than practical applications. Rather than pushing soldiers to death, he is more about keeping them alive.
The entire battlefield from the outer walls of the city to the fortress is covered by a barbed wire fence and filled with anti-vehicle mines. Careless people may also fall into trenches full of spikes.
This is the fortress where the Kadian 356th Regiment is stationed. At the first moment of the attack, the commander of the regiment ordered all members to enter combat mode. Compared with those troops in the city, they located in the suburbs have more time to prepare. .
Although he lost contact with the central command center, Garland Salomon, the commander of the 356th Cadian Regiment, immediately contacted the Astra Militarum Strategic Command. Although he was disturbed by various noises, he used a military long-range communicator to They still contacted friendly forces and received the latest instructions.
In fact, this is not an instruction, but a suggestion——
Stay where you are
(End of chapter)
