Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Beisu Hive World, southern continent.

The Tyrone Army's 44th Infantry Regiment was trapped in a canyon.

The teleportation device used by the Tyrone Army can teleport them out of the canyon in an instant and directly back to a safe area. However, it is not just the 44th Infantry Regiment trapped in this canyon.

Three support corps formed spontaneously by Cadian civilians totaling 560,000 people.

Klein is the only Rogue Trader in the Tyrone Sector who holds a certification issued by the Sector Lord or Governor, as well as the family private soldiers he brought with him and three Freedom Blades.

The so-called Freedom Blade is a knight pilot who has left his family for various reasons and leads a large group of servants to drive knight mechas throughout the empire to support battles.

In this case, the 44th Infantry Regiment cannot teleport away directly, leaving the militiamen who ran all the way from Cadia to die.

Fighting side by side, waiting for rescue. This is the task assigned to the commander of the 44th Infantry Regiment by the Army Department under the Seven-member Council of the Sector, and it is also the personal wish of the commander of the Infantry Regiment.

At the forefront of the battlefield, the command group composed of the 44th Infantry Regiment and the Cadian Support Corps, the patriarch of the Klein family, strolled through the most dangerous areas, boosting the morale of the soldiers and making various battle arrangements in a timely manner.

There is no room for generals to show off their personal bravery on this apocalyptic battlefield. Therefore, the reason why the command team can walk on the front line of the battle is not how brave they are personally, but because they can ensure that they will not die in a stray bullet or explosion. Sputtering shrapnel.

A guard-class Knight named the Argus Family Glory was modified with an energy shield to protect the command team members walking in front of the Knight mecha from the gunfire.

"You Cadian people are really..." Klein looked at the Cadian soldiers in the trenches and sighed.

Trapped together in the valley were three Cadian support regiments, all civilians.

There is no need for Creed to interfere with the formation of the army, because now Cadia has entered a state of war due to the robbery of the Red Pirates, and the Supreme Lord of the Fortress dispatched an army of nearly 10 million regular Cadian soldiers in just one sentence .

So the Cadians in the trenches in front of them were purely civilians.

Just as they shouted that Tyron will remain standing, these civilians came to the Tyron sector to fight to protect Tyron because the Tyron people had supported Cadia before.

The combat level of these armed civilians far exceeds that of the Hive Guards, and even rivals the mid- to upper-class armies of the Astra Militarum.

"There are no civilians in the Cadia Fortress world. The only difference between men and women from 0 to 120 years old is serving soldiers and quasi-serving soldiers."

The leader of the Cadia militia group was among the command group. When he heard Klein's sigh, he held his head high and was proud of the people he brought.

"Even a baker can kill an enemy."

"Because on Cadia, it is very common for the chef to suddenly run out of the kitchen with a gun when the bread is half done, distribute the weapons to the customers, and then organize a formation on the spot to kill the intruders."

Klein just lamented the level of militarization of the Cadian people. He knew what Cadia was like. He stayed in Cadia until the end of the war when he sent a letter to Creed a few years ago.

Children there often learn to aim before they learn to walk.

With the large number of Cadians in the canyon, the battle becomes a little easier, at least it can last a long time in the face of the enemy's siege.

"So, how long do we have to hold on in the canyon to wait for the supplies to be transferred, and then install protective devices on our Cadillac guys, and let everyone leave this ghost place together?" Klein said and looked at the commander of the 44th Infantry Regiment. .

During the war to clean up the rebel aliens in Tyrone's nest, every one of the guards around the Lord of Tyrone was a survivor of the 44th Infantry Regiment, so this infantry regiment with special significance was reorganized.

At this moment, Grote is sitting as the commander of the 44th Infantry Regiment, which is equivalent to the rank of a general.

During the Battle of Cartier, Groat killed Thorax, the Chaos Lord of the Oathbreaker warband, with a fatal blow. He was resurrected by the Living Saint when he was dying. He knew that he would always be easily involved in the influence of the warp. incident, so he was reluctant to announce that he had killed a Chaos Lord, but his power armor recorded everything.

Grote went from a company commander directly to the commander of the entire infantry regiment, and directly became a general.

"The biggest problem now is not whether the protection device is enough. It is that the ship-borne transmission device cannot be put into use in time due to the large-scale fierce battle between the enemy and our fleets in the galaxy." Grote looked at the three Cadian support corps leaders.

"You don't need to explain anything, General." Captain Nacadia shook his head calmly, "If I can represent all of you, I will immediately report to the Army Department of the Sector that we are all killed. There is no need to wait for those of us who are surrounded by a large army. It’s a waste of resources on the remnants.”

Grote's face turned a little ugly when he heard this. He admired the fighting will of the Cadian people and was grateful to the Cadian people for coming to help, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't get along with these Cadian people.

"Let's take a look at the strategic map." Klein changed the subject and took out the strategic map from his arms that was extended from the fleet's latest scan results.

The location of each enemy force is marked on the map, and it is impossible for them to hide under the fleet's scanning.

It is precisely because of this realization that the enemy will invest saturation-level troops, hoping to use absolute hard power rather than strategy to take over the hive world.

There are more than a dozen artillery positions around the canyon, each artillery position is protected by a regiment and a void shield.

Between the artillery positions are enemy armies operating in clusters.

The enemy Space Marines no longer cooperated with the mortal army to launch an attack on the canyon. They chose to cover the entire canyon with artillery fire, and sent out the army to test the attack after bombing that changed the terrain.

The entire canyon persisted under bombing for a week. Now it is no longer a canyon, but for convenience, everyone still uses canyon to refer to the landscape that changes every day.

Anyone can come up with a way to break the situation, which is to have the 44th Infantry Regiment teleport to the artillery position to disrupt the enemy's long-range firepower, but in fact this is not feasible.

During the previous reconnaissance activities, the reconnaissance company of the 44th Infantry Regiment discovered where the Space Marines who were supposed to cooperate with the enemy's army attack had gone. They were not going to the northern continent where the fighting was more intense, but were on artillery positions with the elites of several regiments. Protect the position together.

Each artillery position has Space Marines, elite regiments of mortal armies, and void shields.

Faced with this strict arrangement, all everyone could do was wait.

Wait for the enemy to make a mistake, for a gap in their deployment...

"Report! A communication from Tyrone's Gate Defense Area Command!"

Grote's deputy rushed over and handed over the communication equipment.

Grote took the communicator and connected it, and the voice of the messenger immediately came from there.

"Captain Duncan's armored regiment and the hive militia will go to relieve you, and then the 44th Infantry Regiment will cooperate with the armored regiment to crush the enemy's lines."

"this……"

Grote couldn't bear to hear what the messenger said.

How could those commanders who had gone through psychological tests and lengthy training make such a stupid decision and let the messengers say such stupid things on their behalf? They were not like this before. Did they take the wrong medicine today?

Letting the 44th Infantry Regiment, an armored regiment, and militiamen crush the attacker's lines is such fantastic bullshit.

"Is this a verified order from the Army Department under the Seven-member Council?" Grote asked the messenger on the other side of the communicator, "What happened today? Are the top leaders of the sector collectively stupid? Why don't you just let me and An armored regiment plus a group of hive civilians to kill Huron?"

The messenger gave a response that shocked Grote.

"There is no longer a Council of Seven."

"For the Lord of Tyrone, man."