Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 329 05.0328: ‘Raid on the Rebel Vehicle Train’

Seeing the ballistic calculator fall straight down, the weapons team members who were still waiting for calibration parameters and orders were dumbfounded.

“Enemy——” A rebel soldier in the artillery group turned his head and shouted.

Boom!

Another sudden laser cut off the upper half of the head of a mortar gunner who had just shouted a word.

The riflemen were either lying or half-kneeling in the white snow in the distance. Their green uniforms were wrapped with white cloth like beggars, and they were well concealed in the snowy bushes.

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These light infantrymen who set out on motorcycles got off 1 kilometer in front of the rebel defense line. After sneaking on foot to scout the front line positions, they turned back and rode their motorcycles again to continue to go deep into the enemy’s rear.

Continuing to investigate the depth layout from both sides of the defense line, the location of the mortar position was indeed discovered.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Guard!" A rebel sergeant from the mortar squad was shot down by a precise shot as soon as he shouted three words.

The guard squad and the defense reserve team in the rear hurried out of the camp tent in a daze and looked around.

As soon as they came out of the tent, they were ruthlessly strafed by heavy firepower.

The infiltrated rifle squad arranged their two heavy weapons teams and special weapons teams around the tent.

The heavy weapons team carried a deployment heavy bolter, the green jacket weapon shooter operated the heavy bolter with a tripod, and the deputy shooter took boxes of ammunition boxes full of heavy bolters from the motorcycle with a sidecar.

(Four of the heavy weapons of the Astra Militarum Heavy Weapons Group are mortars, missile launchers, deployable automatic cannons, and deployable heavy bolters.)

The special forces shooters are equipped with heat-shooting laser guns with cooling tubes that are similar to Lewis light machine guns, and woodcutters that use 12.7mm live ammunition and are similar to cloth wheel light machine guns.

The rebels in the reserve tent just stumbled and ran out of the tent with guns, and were massacred by the bullets of these long-lurking British elites.

"Ah! Ah!" A rebel soldier whose leg was broken by a 12.7 bullet hugged his thigh that was still gushing blood, rolled and screamed on the blood-stained snow, and another humanoid object with blood spitting out of his mouth and intestines and internal organs being knocked out of his abdominal cavity crawled by him, and his flesh and blood were physically blurred.

The screams of the wounded, the groans of the dying, and the wails of fear resounded throughout the fire support position.

After leaving behind a pile of corpses, almost intact mortars and boxes of mortar ammunition, the remaining rebels in the camp began to lose morale under the fierce attack and retreated in disorder.

Da Da Da. The sound of motorcycle engines suddenly sounded.

Several motorcycles followed closely behind, driven by riflemen wearing goggles. The logging guns mounted on the sidecars were operated by the deputy shooters to chase the rebels and shoot mercilessly, sweeping down these fleeing soldiers like cutting rice.

The riflemen in green jackets got up from the bushes, shook off the snow on their bodies, and rushed into the camp with rifles equipped with swords and bayonets.

"Firepower! We need firepower support! Damn it, does it take you so long to calibrate the trajectory? We are almost blown to pieces by the running dogs of the corpse king!!"

The furious voice of the officer in the front defense position came from the microphone that fell to the ground, but no one answered.

The wounded rebel artillery officer struggled to crawl to the microphone hanging on the ground, wanting to report the attack on the rear position.

Just as he was about to successfully crawl to the side of the phone, a black leather shoe stepped on the microphone, followed by the sound of the microphone shell shattering, leaving only a beeping echo on the other end.

The rebel officer twisted his neck with difficulty, trying to see the attacker clearly, but the sharp monolayer bayonet stabbed into his chest first.

This is the best gift given to the traitor by the Star Army soldiers.

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"Damn it!" After calling many times to no avail, the officer of the rebel front defense position smashed the microphone on the wooden board laying the trench.

"Report!" A rebel sergeant rolled into the trench in a panic, shouting in the loud noise of the artillery shell explosion.

"What's going on again!"

"Enemy tanks are rushing!"

The rebel officer pushed away the infantry who reported, took out the artillery telescope and stretched out of the trench.

On the road, the "Bearhound" wheeled heavy armored vehicles from the Ranger Company of the 79th Armored Reconnaissance Regiment were driving towards us in a battle formation of a tank squad.

Behind them was a row of Lemanus tanks in a horizontal battle formation. From the flags flying on the vehicles, it can be seen that they belonged to the 2nd Armored Cavalry Squadron of the 1st Royal Armored Regiment.

Behind them was the Arion infantry fighting vehicle loaded with mechanized infantry, from the B Company of the Line Infantry of the 79th Armored Reconnaissance Regiment.

The turret of the Bearhound wheeled heavy armored vehicle, which was the first to bear the brunt, opened fire, and the coaxial felling gun and the two heavy bombs in the middle of the vehicle body spewed flames.

These heavy wheeled vehicles looked almost the same as Leman Russ from the front, two of which were pushing rolling mine detonators at the front, and the other two were equipped with bulldozers.

These were installed by the engineers of the rifle company of the reconnaissance battalion at the front preparation position behind the fruit forest.

The rebel officer looked at these heavy tanks that launched the attack after a long time, and seemed to hear the question from these heavy tanks in his mind:

'I am waiting for the bombardment, what are you waiting for? '

The previous firing of the anti-armor gun position only left deep pits on the snow on the road, without any wreckage of the destroyed vehicles.

He turned his head suddenly and asked sternly:

"Tanks! Are those Leman Russ tanks in place?"

"The train just arrived! But we haven't had time to get the tanks off the trailers, and we haven't dug tank shelters yet!"

"Fuck the shelters! Get the Leman Russ on the field immediately to stop these weird things! Quick!"

On the train tracks a few hundred meters behind the frontline defense position, the Lemanus quietly parked on the trailers began to stir.

One of the engines started, rumbling, and the turret began to rotate.

The golden sacred eagle on its body had been completely removed, replaced by blasphemous and twisted symbols and dirty and obscene words about the God-Emperor.

Under the command of the rebel dispatcher, the first Leman Russ that started tried to land from the train trailer and drive onto the snow-covered road.

But what these rebels didn't know was that the Astra Militarum had discovered both the mortar firing position one or two kilometers behind the defense line and the railcar carrying six Lemanus.

Just as the other crews were preparing to board the train.

Two squads, a total of 20 riflemen, had infiltrated the vicinity of the railcar, ready to go.

With the first gunshot, a rebel commander had a bloody hole in his back and fell softly.

The rebel Lemanus crew members who were gathering on the train scattered and hid.

The alarm sounded, and some of the guards who reacted next to the railcar took out automatic guns and sprayed bullets, while others pulled out various cold weapons, holding pistols, and uttered strange war cries, rushing up straight and exchanging fire with the riflemen.

Of course, it would be very difficult to seize this train and the heavy armor on it with only these light infantrymen at the moment.

But they had already communicated tactical arrangements with an unexpected ally.

In the bushes on the other side, two hell scouts were hiding. One of them was lying on his stomach, using a hot-fire carbine to accurately fire at the heavy weapon operator on the sentry tower.

The other scout, who looked like an observer, held up an observation data mirror and kept scanning the environment near the rail car that was already in a state of exchange of fire.

In the eyepiece, the transmission progress bar above the field of view reached 100%.

"The request for support has been approved." The voice of Captain Horatio of the Navy came from the communication beads built into the helmet.

About five minutes later.

Among the rebel guards who were occupying advantageous terrain and shooting back and forth with the Astra Militarum riflemen, someone discovered that there were dots of fireflies above their heads.

A rebel soldier accidentally saw these strange phenomena that he didn't understand when he was changing the energy block for the laser gun.

Without waiting for the rebel soldiers to react, the fireflies enlarged in an instant.

Those were 12 soldiers wearing dark blue power armor that fell from the sky. They were wearing dark blue cloaks with the holy Emperor Sky Eagle embroidered on them with low-visibility materials.

This equipment, which was not affordable for ordinary soldiers, clearly showed their elite status.

While still in the air, the Hell Pioneers saw the red arrows on the heads of the enemy soldiers on the ground.

They knew that it was made by the Centurion. Although they didn't know the principle, the Hell Pioneers were no longer surprised after so much training and combat cooperation.

The Hell Pioneers who fell from the sky faced the red arrows and stepped on the rebels. The hundreds of kilograms of power armor directly crushed them into minced meat.

According to the precise coordinate instructions sent by the two battlefield dispatchers sent to the British reconnaissance company, these 12 Hell Pioneers successfully carried out the airborne mission and landed behind the train garrison, catching the enemy off guard.

Taking advantage of the chaos after landing, the scouts immediately activated the pulleys and used the fast maneuvering device on the power armor boots to shuttle through the enemy group. While using the hell carbine to quickly shoot the crew members who wanted to board the vehicle and the garrison soldiers who rushed over, they threw armor-piercing grenades above the vehicle engine.

As a new round of red arrows were marked.

A scout immediately turned his head, jumped onto the trailer, pulled down the commander who had jumped onto the Leman Russ, and stabbed him in the eye socket with the spur of the hell carbine muzzle.

"Ah!!" A scream, accompanied by blood from the bursting eyeballs, splashed on the scout's helmet and breastplate.

The scout pulled out the barrel, stepped onto the tank body, and fired at the crew members who jumped out of the car and fled with the bloody barrel stained with human brain tissue.

He took off another grenade from his body and poured it into the body of the vehicle through the open top cover.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, the rear engines of the Lemanus vehicles burst into flames as armor-piercing grenades were detonated, and the fire engulfed the entire cabin and the crew members who had already entered.

After these armored vehicles were captured by the Astra Militarum, they might be able to use another engine group or they might be completely scrapped, but now, no matter what, they would not let these Lemanus vehicles successfully drive to the front line to support the enemy.

Opposite the Hell's Vanguard, the Astra Militarum soldiers were fiercely exchanging fire with the enemy.

They flexibly relied on bunkers, some of them continued to fire to suppress fire, and those guarding the sides held guns and used swords and bayonets to fight with the dead soldiers who rushed in with cold weapons.

Although they were scouts, these tough guys who came from rural areas and mountains were very brave in both close combat and long-range combat.

Their company commander, Captain Sharp, raised his gun and pierced two rebel dead soldiers who rushed in with a bayonet, and then kicked them away.

Then he alertly held the gun horizontally, used the fine gold trigger guard to block the machete that was coming at him, and then swept the gun horizontally with his backhand, hitting the attacker in the face with the butt of the gun.

"Ah!" The attacker's sword dropped, he covered his broken nose in pain, and fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

The green jacket captain stepped forward and mercilessly cut his throat with the tip of the bayonet.

"Change positions! Hold the front!" He shouted while raising his gun and shooting the enemy soldier who was about to throw a grenade. The grenade fell to the ground and blew up a group of rebel soldiers who were about to follow the assault.

At this point in the battle, both sides suffered casualties, but the rebel light infantry, who lacked sophisticated equipment, obviously suffered more casualties.

However, the Leman Russ, which started first, had successfully landed.

It was lying in the middle of the road, and the turret slowly turned, aiming at the green jacket scouts who were hiding behind the bunker and exchanging fire with the train garrison.

Just as the gunner inside the Leman Russ aimed at the bunker of the reconnaissance squad and their company commander through the gun scope and prepared to open fire.

The captain of Lemanus suddenly saw a trail of white smoke flying towards him from the side through the periscope.

"Missiles are coming! Turn on the smoke generator! Turn on the smoke generator!" The captain kicked the driver under him repeatedly and shouted.

He would not admit his mistake. Those flying over were three Hellstrike air-to-ground missiles!

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