Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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"The full-front counterattack led by the corps commander has lasted for more than half a month."

"We have made rapid progress in the past half month and the situation has been completely reversed."

"But the rebels have suddenly been able to establish defensive positions recently."

While the 87th Regiment was cleaning up the small city that had just been captured, Duncan sat in the Leman Russ tank writing notes and recalling the recent situation.

For at least half a month, the rebels had no organization at all, and they could not even respond in the same way when faced with an attack.

Some people were running around, some were in retreat, and some were howling and strapped with bombs for a sneak attack.

It wasn't until half a month later that the situation changed.

The rebels began to organize an effective defense. Although their operations were still quite chaotic overall, they did regain a little combat effectiveness on local battlefields.

Unfortunately, this still poses no threat to ground troops.

Just like this small city where the 87th Regiment and the 31st Regiment cooperated to attack, unmanned artillery and fire drones carried out horrific bombings, and others only needed to advance and clear the rebels in the city.

"My brother, I will let your ashes see the sky, but not now, because we cannot leave the nest yet."

Duncan wrote the last words and closed the journal.

Albert's name is written on the cover of the diary.

Looking at this name, Duncan felt a little guilty.

When Qin Mo came to ask for his request before, he didn't tell him Albert's last wish, but he felt guilty, and Duncan didn't think he had done anything wrong.

The counterattack is now underway, and the bottom nest war is not over yet.

People come on a first-come, first-served basis, and things are prioritized.

"But I feel that we will win, everyone thinks so, and then I will personally help you fulfill your last wish." Duncan muttered to himself and put the diary into the metal box under the seat.

This metal box is one for each person and is used to store relics. It is extremely hard but not very spacious.

"Captain, you have to take a look at this!"

Duncan heard someone calling him, followed by the sound of knocking on the tank armor, and he immediately got out.

"You have to see this." A company commander held a piece of power armor debris and lifted it up.

Duncan reached out to take the wreckage, then took out a wire from under the helmet of the power armor and plugged it into the interface of the wreckage, and then the video started playing in his visor.

"This seems to be an underground bomb shelter for the gang headquarters. Be careful."

"I know, I know."

"Your Bloody Cockscomb gang headquarters also has an underground bomb shelter like this?"

The picture is from a first-person perspective, and you can see a soldier with a red comb head and other soldiers.

This is an infantry squad.

"Why don't you wear a helmet? Show off your cockscomb hair?"

"No, I'm afraid that the legion commander won't be able to see my face when he looks at the entire battlefield."

"..."

The infantry squad chatted as they advanced in the underground dugout.

There are many rooms here, and the soldiers explore them one by one.

Until they reached the deepest point.

When the flashlight on the shoulder of the power armor shone towards the dark front, the infantry squad saw densely packed aberrations gathering here, and they were all surrounding the door of a room.

The beam attracted the attention of the aberrations, and the infantry squad began to escape. When they were about to rush out of the air-raid shelter door, the screen rotated and flew far away.

Apparently, the soldier who filmed the video had his head blown off.

"What should we do?" the company commander asked expectantly.

"Report the situation and ask the legion commander's guards to come over." Duncan replied.

Hearing this answer, the company commander could not conceal his disappointment. He said slightly dissatisfied: "With all due respect, commander. This is our opportunity to gain credit. Why don't we send two companies and two tanks to take out the troops inside?" The aberrations were lured out and killed?"

"I want to take credit, but the question is, do you know how many aberrations are there? Do you know if there are more terrifying creatures in the room blocked by them?"

"We must eliminate any possibility of things getting out of hand."

"During the evening break, all the soldiers in the regiment copied the function manual of the power armor ten times. The part about the biological detection function not only had to be copied but also recited."

After speaking, Duncan went back to the tank without giving the company commander a chance to continue persuading him.

The company commander reluctantly carried out the order.

…

Two minutes later.

Outside the gang headquarters, which was blocked by infantry and tanks, the transport plane changed from flying to hovering.

In the impression of other conventional troops, the legion commander's guard is always responsive and very timely, but this time it was Grote.

The soldiers present were frightened when they first saw the power armor on Groat.

Because Groat was holding a gravity hammer at this time, and his power armor was covered in blood from top to bottom. He had obviously just experienced a battle, and this battle was fought in his favorite form.

But when they saw Grote's face, the soldiers relaxed instantly.

Because Groat is very kind to his own people, not only is he not as stern as Gray, he will even encourage others after the battle, or make a fuss.

"No, brothers." Groat carried the gravity hammer and glanced at the people present. "I will respond to everyone's calls for help as much as possible, but can't so many of you handle a group of aberrations?"

In addition to two companies of infantry, there were also two tanks present.

The aberrations have no brains, especially now that the patriarch is dead. They can kill them all by just thinking of a way.

"There are indeed many aberrations here, but there is a strange situation, that is, these aberrations are all surrounding a room." An officer came forward to explain in detail.

"Oh, that's it." Only then did Grote know more details. When he saw the application, he just knew that these people asked him to deal with the aberrations.

"Come along." Grote walked into the building carrying the gravity hammer. "This way you will also have a share of the credit after this is over."

The officer was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that Grote was indeed a particular person.

If Gray had come, he would have gone in without saying a word, and he would still be thinking about supporting others.

The group immediately entered the building and walked toward the underground air raid shelter.

"I'm driving the gravity shield, guys, don't get too close for a while." Although Groat was willing to take these people with him, he was not willing to let these people interfere with his enjoyment of the battle.

Hearing that he was driving the gravity shield, those who had planned to follow nearby to provide fire support immediately stepped back, fearing that they would accidentally be crushed to death by the gravity shield.

Grote strode forward and used biological detection to detect all non-humans here.

The enemy's location is marked on the HUD map, totaling 231 aberrations.

Grote observed the map and found that these aberrations were indeed very dense and seemed to be blocking something, but the thing blocked by them was obviously not a living thing, otherwise it would have been detected.

Of course, the inability to detect may also be due to other reasons.

"What the hell." Groat turned around and reminded the others, "If something goes wrong, run away immediately. I have a gravity shield and you don't."

"Don't worry, if the captain hadn't had to find you, we wouldn't have fought hand-to-hand with the aberrations in this hellish place. We would have lured them out and exploded them long ago," the officer said helplessly.