Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Some infantrymen who were preparing to climb the ladder in the first echelon curiously poked their heads out of the trenches and looked at the enemy fortresses in the distance, wanting to see how badly they had been bombed by the rare naval aviation.

As soon as they emerged, these men were strafed by heavy explosive arrows set up in the enemy's trenches.

Puff puff puff!

Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of wet human tissue shattering, several corpses with their upper half missing fell straight from the ladder and fell onto the wooden planks laid at the bottom of the trench.

The sprayed blood and internal organs, as well as the people behind them, were all mixed together, adding a dark red color to the red uniforms.

The cheers in the trenches stopped in the summer.

"Did I let you poke your head in?! Fill your position!" the officer shouted angrily.

A young soldier in the back row, covered in blood, stared blankly at the headless corpse in front of him that fell to the ground, with blood spurting from its mutilated neck. There was a small and exquisite silver photo embedded in the remaining half of the lower jaw. painting.

It may contain photos of his wife or lover. The ignorant woman is still waiting for her lover to return home in triumph.

The soldiers who were covered in blood spattered Zhan Zhan touched the warm and greasy blood on his face, body and hands, and then he felt a little more realistic about the battlefield.

It wasn't until the corporal patted his shoulder that he came back to his senses and mechanically buried himself forward, stepping on the ladder.

He stood in the position of the deceased who was about the same age as him.

Behind the Chaos Rebel lines.

As the bombers arrived over them, the distance shortened, and the anti-aircraft fire became more intense. The firing angles of each artillery gun were almost vertical, and various gun barrels pierced the sky.

Astra Militarum scouts hiding next to the Hellspike took note of the approximate firing positions of enemy artillery and anti-aircraft positions.

Captain Sharp contacted Horatio's artillery support dispatch officer, who was also one of the regiment's advisors.

"This is the critical moment. I suggest using precious death-hit missiles, sir. Our death-hit missile launch vehicle is ready for use." The artillery support dispatching officer suggested to Lord Wellesley.

For the Astra Militarum, the powerful Deathstrike ballistic missile is a valuable tactical weapon.

Its huge size, difficulty in field transportation, and the fact that it can only be produced on some forge worlds determine that the Astra Militarum cannot use this missile as luxuriously as the Imperial Navy.

At the same time, the Guilliman Code also strictly prohibits the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum from sharing weapons, ammunition, and vehicles with each other.

Even if some well-meaning captains want to provide ammunition to their colleagues in the Astra Militarum, the military supervisory committees of both sides should take action to stop such blatant violations of the code.

"Our fleet liaison officers all contributed to such a wonderful performance by the Imperial Navy's air fleet,

Of course we also want to give them a big gift. "Then, Jazz nodded:

"Grant permission to use the Death Strike ballistic missile. According to the coordinates, fire!"

Soon, the artillery dispatch officer sent the data to the launch squad position of the immediate fire support team, and handed it over to it for loading and launching the elements.

Astra Militarum ballistic missile launch site.

"Target location 366.870, fire!"

After the commander of a launch vehicle calibrated correctly, he waved his command sword and shouted.

Whoosh!

The four propulsion engines of the Astra Militarum version of the Death Strike missile spit out blazing flames, and the tail flames impacted the soil behind the launcher. The frozen soil particles quickly became soft and dry, burned red in a very short period of time, and then mixed with the wind. middle.

The thick missile body shot up into the sky with billowing white smoke, leaving a thick white trail in the clear sky.

The trajectory was clearly visible as a white trail streaked across the sky.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the built-in gyroscope determined that the missile had reached the designated height, and the four booster engines it carried began to fall off, revealing a missile body that was exactly the same as the Navy version of the Death Strike missile.

The propulsion part at the rear of the missile body began to flash with fire. This is the plasma engine of the missile body. In addition to playing a propulsive role, it is also part of the warhead.

Whoosh! !

A louder explosion sounded from the sky, and the Heavenly Sword fell from the sky, dragging a thick and long tail of smoke, and pierced the ground.

boom! ! !

A dazzling light lit up from the distance, followed by a mushroom-shaped explosion cloud, and then a huge air wave generated by the explosion swept over.

"?!"

"oh!"

"Ah~" The skirts of the ladies watching on the top of the mountain were rolled up by such a fierce air wave. These unprepared ladies were frightened and exclaimed. They let out all kinds of lovely screams and quickly pressed down to reveal various styles of lace suspenders. The hem of stockings.

The mushroom cloud continued to expand lazily, and the once fierce anti-aircraft firepower of the rebels came to an abrupt end. The rebel commanders could only watch helplessly and let the Imperial Navy's Starhawk bombers rampage their battle lines.

Captain Sharp didn't know how much enemy anti-aircraft firepower had been destroyed. Preliminary assessment should be that it was a lot, but judging from the scattered multiple distribution of enemy anti-aircraft firepower before, it wouldn't be too much.

The next investigation of the situation will be the main task of the reconnaissance team throughout the battle. The specific killing effect will be confirmed by the reconnaissance team and the power armor warriors who fight together.

Inside the Astra Militarum trenches on the front line.

The line infantry officer looked at the stopwatch hand and saw that the scheduled time had come.

The second echelon of Leman Russ tank platoon ran over the trench, and wet mud and snow once again sprinkled the soldiers.

"Prepare to charge!" the sergeants shouted.

The soldiers of the first echelon grasped the ladder on the trench wall.

"God Emperor bless me and turn me into a sharp blade to pierce the enemy's heart." The soldiers murmured and chanted prayers.

Call! ! !

Sharp charging whistles sounded one after another, spreading throughout the trenches stretching for several kilometers on both sides of the road.

"Soldiers of Britain! The God Emperor and the Queen are watching you! Charge!!!!" the red-coated officer raised his sword and shouted. The next moment he was the first to bear the brunt and rushed out of the trench and charged towards the traitor's front.

"For the God-Emperor, the Queen, and the Empire!" An overwhelming roar erupted from the entire Astra Militarum infantry front.

Densely packed red-coated soldiers rushed out of the trenches. At first glance, they looked like a red tide rolling up on the coastline.

It was huge and spectacular.

"The Corpse Emperor's servants are attacking! Get into gun position! Get into gun position!"

In the roar of the rebel officers, which was mixed with the sound of artillery and the shouts of charge.

The enemy braved the fury of the approaching Astra Militarum, leaned out of the trench, stepped into the fighting position, hurriedly raised their guns, and pulled the triggers to fire a volley at the oncoming Astra Militarum.

The red-coated soldiers charged bravely, bullets whizzed by their ears, and barrages rained down on their faces.

"For the God Emperor and Queen! Yeah!"

As soon as someone emerged from the trench, he was interrupted by heavy explosive shells and logging guns.

Whoosh! puff!

Whoosh! ! puff! !

Some people rushed out a few steps before large and small artillery shells landed around them. The prefabricated fragments happily tore apart the soft human body, smashing into the mud with severed limbs and splashing blood.

A soldier who fell to the ground after being injured by the bombing was holding his broken leg. The wounds on his legs were bleeding out in large volumes.

After recovering from the pain, he gritted his teeth, gasped for air, and tremblingly took out the tourniquet from his pocket. After trying it twice, he tied up the severed limb to reduce the rate of blood loss.

The medic pulled out the smoke grenade and threw it in front of the wounded soldiers. Relying on the cover of the diffuse smoke, he rushed forward and began to rescue the wounded. He grabbed the collars of their uniforms from behind their necks and dragged them back to the trench to treat their wounds urgently.

The quality of the British standard bulletproof armor is acceptable, and it can block small-caliber automatic gun bullets, some artillery shell shrapnel, and a moderate amount of close-range shock waves from explosions.

But for enemy heavy weapons, it has basically no protective effect.

Therefore, there are not many people that medical soldiers can save.

Those who were slightly injured were able to continue fighting after being given a shot of combat analgesics. Those who were hit by set heavy bombs and large-caliber logging guns were shattered on the spot, and there was no need for rescue.

"Thin red line! Spread out!" The officer with a red ribbon around his waist grabbed a power saber in his hand and shouted to the surrounding soldiers while jogging to follow the second echelon of Leman Russ tanks.

With the tanks of the second offensive echelon as the core and cover of firepower, the infantry quickly spread out in two rows at intervals of one to two meters.

They kept their backs and suppressed the enemy trenches with fire as they advanced.

Each squad's heavy weapons team and special weapons shooters are looking for excellent shooting positions.

Many people simply climbed the ladder along the tail, jumped on the Leman Russ tank that was moving slowly forward, set up heavy explosive bombs and twin heavy logging guns directly on the top of the tank turret, and fired forward from a high position to suppress the trench. Enemy infantry and heavy weapons on low ground.

The first echelon of armored forces that had previously attacked was about to successfully cross the several-kilometer-long no-man's land beside the highway.

The Chimera and Arion infantry tanks slowed down their speed to match the advance of the Leman Russ tank.

"Everyone get off the bus! Everyone get off the bus!" the squad leaders of the heavy dragon cavalry shouted.

Except for the soldier who stayed in the vehicle to operate the laser gun on the side of the infantry fighting vehicle, the other soldiers jumped out from the rear opening of the infantry fighting vehicle one by one.

The dry steel plates under their black leather shoes were replaced by muddy scorched earth, and the black shoe covers were soon covered with mud and sand.

Mechanized infantry are more proficient than infantry in drawing thin red lines on both sides of their infantry fighting vehicles to conduct coordinated operations.

From Horatio's point of view, what he saw in his field of vision was indeed a thin red line. Each soldier was more than one meter apart. They relied on bunkers and terrain to spread out their fighting positions to prevent being overwhelmed by artillery.

However, these thin red lines are breaking through the enemy's front line unstoppably.

In the plan, the mechanized platoon was responsible for seizing the highway section and some surrounding areas, and advancing rapidly in an attempt to drive a wedge in the middle to separate the enemies on both wings.

Line infantry and a second echelon of Leman Russ tanks would be responsible for capturing enemy trenches in the field.

Behind them, the third echelon's offensive replacement troops were ready, ready to send out a new crimson wave to spread the will of the God-Emperor in the filthy land soaked with heresy.

(The Astra Militarum's death strike missile)