Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

boom! boom! boom! boom!

On the imperial defense line under the Fermara Mountains, on the permanent defense fortifications built based on the granite structure of the mountains, the Space Wolves and the local defense forces once again faced heavy artillery strikes from the Demon Engine.

At this point in time, it was already a full week after the Word Bearers Legion appeared and launched the landing operation.

The dense rain of bullets howled in patches in the sky, causing the soldiers who heard them to frown and restrain their instinctive impulse to escape.

The hood of the artillery shell cast with poor craftsmanship tore through the air, revealing a black and red iron light in the fierce friction of the atmosphere. The half-man-high artillery shell emitted terrifying kinetic energy, with a dark green tail flame hanging all the way, and a more and more shrill roar. Pieces fell from high in the sky.

The iron quilt shattered the moment it came into contact with the resistance, and the hard warhead followed the inertia and smashed through the surface metal armor of the fortification.

The thick projectile continued to advance for more than ten meters with the potential energy, and then, stimulated by the firing pin in the warhead, it used the final explosion of the warhead to send a faint thunder to the surface.

Dust and concrete debris fell, and the lights in the guard post flickered on and off. Under the dim light, the dust on the communicator and map was jumping, and the half-full military kettle broke away from the shackles of gravity and fell to the ground.

And when the impact point of the cannonball began to extend backwards and the roar that made people instinctively frightened gradually fade away, a hand also covered with dust caught the kettle in mid-air, then opened the kettle and used the remaining A lot of fresh water washes the chapped lips.

"Bah!" Sergeant Crumb spat out the dust and metallic-tasting water in his mouth on the ground, and then pushed the sentry in front of the artillery mirror away.

Under the infrared vision, the plains still had burn marks left by the sun during the day, and at the end of the battlefield he was responsible for, a dense crowd of people appeared again.

"Report!" the sergeant ordered without looking back.

Communications Corpsman Yassen tacitly pressed the switch on the microphone, and while initiating contact with the superior command post, he simultaneously repeated the content of the sergeant's report.

"Calling the team, this is post 0225. Please provide artillery support. The coordinate number is scheduled to be observed at Zhuyuan 9.

Repeat 9..."

"Received." After the transfer, in the mountains dozens of kilometers away, the major at the artillery command post tilted his head and held the communication headset while nodding to the adjutant.

He used the data board to record the outpost information to the higher-level command post, while the adjutant picked up another communicator. After carefully observing the atmospheric meter in front of him, he launched a standby for 16 guns from the hidden gun emplacement. The artillery position ordered:

"Coordinate 9, no correction, three rounds of anti-personnel bombs, ready for rapid fire!"

"Coordinate 9, no correction, anti-personnel shells, three rounds, rapid fire ready!" The gunners of each gun position repeatedly confirmed the instructions received, and the gunners of the team made a ready gesture to the gunner after the loading was completed.

"Let go!" The adjutant looked at the time on his wrist and gave the order the moment the fire channel received permission from his superiors.

"Let go!" The gunners waved down the command flags in their hands, and then tightly covered the noise-cancelling headphones on their heads to prevent them from being blown away by the hot gun flames.

The gunner at the firing position of the ground-shaking cannon stepped on the trigger, and the barrel of the locomotive-sized ground-shaking cannon retreated heavily.

The scorching air flow in the huge roar raised smoke and dust all over the sky. The sweat on the bare upper body of the loaders was quickly evaporated. The chain of the fortress's built-in hoist was rattling. In less than 20 seconds, the next heavy artillery shell was fired. Already loaded.

"Let go!" the adjutant once again confirmed that the calculated parameters of the various elements were correct, and ordered after delegating them to each gun position.

"Let go!" the gunner waved the command flag down, then hid in the bunker and took off his coat. The temperature in the small hidden fortification rose rapidly within a few minutes, and the coat that was supposed to keep out the cold became a high-temperature steamer.

But the bulletproof vest cannot be taken off, because when the shock wave from the earth-shaking cannon's muzzle surges in the small bunker, any tiny fragments will become a fatal threat.

At that time, some recruits did not believe in this evil, but the facts soon taught him.

The fact that a 200-gram nut was embedded in the skull of this unfortunate man told the former that his survival was entirely dependent on the mercy of the Emperor.

Well, it would be better if the unfortunate guy wasn't the gunner himself.

The gunners and settlers on the gun mount did not have this treatment. They could only throw their coats beside them and pour salty fresh water into their mouths from the kettle.

Sixteen artillery lines, slightly lower than before, extended towards the sky amidst the roar of the earth-shaking cannon. After the observer completed the inspection of the cannon body's reset, the servo of the heavy artillery began to follow the instructions amidst the prayers of the mechanical priest. The established parameters were slightly lowered again...

Boom boom boom!

Forty-eight special anti-personnel bombs prepared for unarmored units flew dozens of kilometers under three precisely calculated parabolas, and finally arrived at the same time and covered a five-kilometer horizontal battlefield.

Nearly a hundred kilograms of explosives and prefabricated fragments, supported by the laws of physics, cut off the dense array of rebels. The high-temperature impact fragments and metal jets crushed and tore all the affected flesh and machinery into pieces, creating a stir. Under the mushroom cloud is a battlefield where the whole earth is shaking.

This was undoubtedly a successful artillery support, especially when the enemy's counter-battery strikes were powerless against the positions hidden behind the mountains due to the parabola.

But what the enemy lacks the most is troops, and an attack of this level is nothing more than a small exploration of each other's reality before the real decisive battle begins between two behemoths with the Astartes Chapter as the core.

A counterattack followed, the checkpoint signal was captured by the warship in orbit, and red meteors immediately fell from the sky.

The meteorite-like airdrop pod smashed through the heads of the outpost and the defense army's commanders. The Word Bearers, who appeared riding on the flames, dyed two fortifications of different sizes in the same blood color as their armor in just ten minutes.

The Space Wolves can only passively fight back.

Space control means air control, and air control means maneuverability within the atmosphere.

Losing it means that the loyal Astartes no longer have the ability to move over a large area. The consequences of forcing them to take fighter planes are often more tragic losses.

Therefore, the hunting pack of wild wolves had no choice but to give up the convenient way of marching. After half an hour of forced march, they found an abandoned position covered in blood.

And this is just one of the countless battlefields in the Otto system. Before the winner is decided between the two fleets, similar scenes will be repeated countless times.

A week after the war began, the fierce battle between the Empire and Chaos in space and on the ground has completely destroyed the satellite systems of all planets in this galaxy.

Under the conditions where the outcome of the space naval battle cannot be determined, the air superiority in the atmosphere has not yet fallen into the hands of any party, and neither the enemy nor ourselves have time to wait. As a result, the war has developed to the present, and both sides have degraded the way they observe the battlefield. To the era of naked eye observation.

The war at the front is still going on, and the sound of devastating artillery fire is nothing more than muffled thunder in the horizon when it reaches the rear.

Under the dark dome of the tunnel, the workers have become accustomed to this kind of different noise. They don't know or know that dozens of kilometers away from them, a group of living compatriots once died quietly on the battlefield.

Order remained in the huge underground transfer station, and the crowd did not suffer any chaos due to the shelling.

The workers silently wiped the sweat from their foreheads and carried the supplies from behind according to the fluorescent markings under their feet.

Weapons and ammunition, cold-weather uniforms and eyepieces, gloves and boots, bedding and water bottles. Massive supplies were placed by the command in various tunnels leading to the battlefield according to different marching routes.

And with the roar of the next rail train, the soldiers of the supplementary corps stepped off the carriages in batches and lined up.

Then, under the command of the commander, they passed by the material distribution point in rows, picked up the weapons that had not been wiped clean with gun oil, and rushed to the battlefield ahead.

The passing of people is so numb here that no one is interested in making eye contact with anyone else. Because death is so cheap here that any small emotional investment seems so luxurious.

Thump…thump…

In the darkness of the dome of the underground station, two giants on the high platform were leaving in front of the railing. This was the first time Ragnar, the wolf, had arrived here since the beginning of the war, and he was accompanied by three temporarily assigned by the Sea Wolf Dalian Company. The leader of the hunting group - Balnegg.

"You shouldn't be here." Balnegg couldn't help but said.

This inspection of the ground battlefield was a unilateral action by Ragnar. As the supreme commander of the fleet flagship Hrafnkel, Ragnar's adventure was opposed by all the wolves.

"Then where should I be?" The giant in the darkness stopped and looked back, the sharp canine teeth in his slightly open mouth flashing with light.

"Watching you fight in those steel coffins, and then waiting for death helplessly?"

"That's not the intention..." Balnegg lowered his head in defense, but Ragna continued.

"Where then? My friends. You see, you are bleeding and dying here, and I can only watch the boring battles between those battleships in space.

If we win, I won't have any sense of honor, and if I lose..."

Ragnar said, putting his hand on Balnegg's shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"Do you want to see the High King of Fenris who dies on the throne instead of on the battlefield?"

"This..." Balnegg wanted to refute but was unable to speak. The alpha wolf had already reached this point and he really couldn't find any more words to refute.

He wanted to deny Ragnar's pessimism, but he could not deny the cruelty of the war situation. In the end, he could only express his will with a dull "We will win!"

"Yes... we will definitely win." The gate in front of Ragnar slowly opened, and the cold air on the tarmac under the moonlight blew his silver hair.

He turned back to look at the old sea wolf, and said one last time before returning to the Hrafnkel:

"But the change of life is also part of destiny. So, look after those cubs for me.

We will die eventually, but they are the future of the wolf pack. "

renew.