For the Cadian 356th Regiment, their task is quite heavy. If Aining has fallen, then they must limit the enemy to the city as much as possible. If Aining is still supporting after a period of time, then the rest of the planet will Reinforcements will arrive one after another.
Everyone has a consensus that although the Red Corsairs are coming fiercely, the three million Astra Militarum cannot be easily swallowed. After all, there are one million brave and fearless Cadian people among them.
Now they must hold on and hold every stronghold, waiting for reinforcements from outside the planet to arrive.
Garland Salomon has made up his mind that the 356th Regiment will fight to the last drop of blood.
Fiery explosives continued to pass through the air above the head, and the bullets hit the surrounding ground. Commissar Gregor shouted hoarsely while trying to keep his head low, doing his best to encourage the Cadians to attack from their posts. Shooting enemies while trying to keep himself alive, though his boots would occasionally sink into the mud, hampering his movement.
The enemy has launched several assaults on the fortress. Those heretical scum who tried to imitate the Astra Militarum were met with a head-on attack outside the fortress. Heavy bolt bombs continued to chew the dirty ground, wiping out many Tyrant soldiers who tried to cross the grounds. This fortress It is a standard Cadian stronghold. All firepower is well protected and there are a large number of hidden firing ports. The enemy will be shot from the side no matter which direction they move.
The mud was already covered with red corpses, and the cries of the wounded could be faintly heard amidst the sound of gunfire.
The fortress is a tenacious behemoth of concrete and metal, square with rough edges, lit by the light of various blunderbuss and weapons dotting the battlements.
Political Commissar Gregor went all the way to an inconspicuous command tower high on the fortress, where he saw Garland Salomon, the commander of the 356th Regiment, who was adjusting firepower through the radio.
"The enemy's offensive is very fierce, and the shelling has not stopped. I am worried that the city has fallen, but I don't know when the latest reinforcements will arrive."
After seeing the political commissar, Garland Salomon, who was as strong as a beast, expressed his concerns.
"The casualty rate has now reached 20%. What's worse is that I'm worried that the ammunition reserves will not support us in fighting until tomorrow or for a long time."
Suddenly, despair about the future was replaced by more realistic worries, as a wave of energy hit the fortress.
The two walked out of the bunker and looked up, seeing several crimson-painted Thunderhawks flying across the sky. They had unloaded the power armor giants in the cabin in the distance and were now conducting air suppression on the fortress.
The gunship unleashed a hail of heavy bolter shells and missiles onto the heads of the Cadian defenders, the exploding rounds slicing through the guard's pale green carapace as if it were paper.
The Cadian immediately tried to duck under cover and fight back with the weapons they had, but the laser guns had little effect on the flying beasts, except when the hidden Hydra anti-aircraft guns suddenly opened fire.
I saw a Thunderhawk being caught in the violent metal storm, and then began to shake violently. One wing was directly cut off, and then one of the engines exploded directly, and then it fell to the ground and turned into a huge fireball. The Thunderhawks immediately fled high into the sky like a flock of frightened birds, causing the Cadian people to burst into loud cheers.
However, their voices soon fell silent, because in the distant smoke, guarded by those towering giants, some behemoths slowly drove out.
They look similar to the Predator tanks used by the Imperial Space Marines, but they are completely different. Over the countless years in the Warp, they only bear a slight resemblance to their former glory, but the armor has been destroyed by countless terrible weapons. Tainted by atrocities, they became vessels for horrific monsters born of pain and torture in the ether, but their weapons were more deadly than equivalent Imperial armor - weapons that were once common among Imperial armies, but due to various The reason was forgotten by the Mechanicus Priests, but remains in the sources of the heretical Dark Seers.
There were five such terrifying war machines, and they were followed by a large number of walking tanks.
The so-called walking tanks are a type of light armored unit used by the Blood Pact Army in the Sabat Expedition in the past. They look like a lightweight version of the Desecrator Demon Engine, with three pairs of piston mechanical legs similar to spider legs, and a small turret equipped with twin Laser cannons or heavy explosive bombs, the entire walking tank has only one driver, and this unlucky guy is usually fixed directly in the cockpit by various wires.
Although this kind of armor is very inferior and weak, it is still a kind of armor. It is light and fast and can enter narrow battlefields like infantry. However, conventional anti-infantry firepower cannot penetrate segmented armor. To eliminate such A tank requires at least one shoulder-fired anti-tank missile, which perfectly complements the missing link between infantry and heavy tanks, similar to the Sentinel mecha of the Astra Militarum.
"kill!"
Accompanied by the low roars of the Chaos Space Marines, a large number of Tyrant soldiers held rifles and chanted blasphemous slogans. They formed a formation under the cover of armor and began to launch the most deadly charge towards the fortress, with the intention of taking it down in one go. .
"Cadians! Cadians! If this place is destined to be our tomb, then let as many heretical bastards as possible be buried with us!"
Garland Salomon's voice was carried throughout the fort through the loudspeakers, and he himself was already on the front line of defense.
In a short period of time, dozens of tons of artillery shells hit the Qadian fortress from a distance.
Almost immediately, the Cadian counterattack was unleashed, including from the previously hidden assault gun bunkers.
The hidden war weapons were activated, and physical bullets began to fire at the heretic army. The bullets bounced off the armor of the Predator tank, barely scratching the paint on it, but the tyrant soldiers fell into pieces like harvested wheat. Falling down, even those walking tanks erupted with sparks when hit and collapsed to the ground.
Aware of the threatening firepower within the fortress, a Predator stopped on its tracks, the oversized energy coils of the massive weapon on the turret hissing.
The Predator's turret quickly spun and pointed toward an assault gun bunker as the coil began to glow with supernova-like intensity.
Known as the Executioner, this Chaos Predator has a turret equipped with a terrifying Plasma Destroyer that can turn the heaviest tanks or bunkers into a puddle of molten slag.
Suddenly, a blinding burst of light erupted from the nozzle on the front of the Plasma Destroyer, and the ball of hot gas hissed across the battlefield and struck the center of the bunker's dome.
When charged plasma collided with the bunker, the solid structure was instantly lost in boiling flames, turning the assault cannons and soldiers inside into molten smears and melting the surrounding ground into something resembling obsidian.
(End of chapter)
