Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

In the early morning of the seventh day of the war, the main star of the Otto 1 galaxy was at the southern foot of the Fermara Mountains.

The Word Bearers launched the 110th company-level airborne strike against the Space Wolves' defensive line within 24 hours.

Relying on the blessing of the whole father and Russ, relying on the rail train system extending in all directions under the Fermara Mountains, relying on the tenacious will of the people of the Alto system, and relying on the efficient local government management under the powerful governance of the Tribunal.

Although the wild wolves were running around and exhausted in the past ten hours, under the delay of the defense forces and the persistence of the Astral Legion, they were still able to maintain the front line despite the enemy's continuous attacks and maneuvers. Probably complete.

After eleven hours of uninterrupted attacks, the Chaos side was finally unable to withstand the casualties of millions of rebels and demon legions, and finally fell into temporary silence.

The Word Bearers' headquarters also suffered nearly a thousand Astartes casualties in this offensive, while on the Imperial side, there were 1,500 Space Wolves and the accompanying 20 Gray Knights, who sacrificed nearly 50 % battle losses.

Although this exchange is extremely tragic, it is still worth celebrating.

Because what now lies at the foot of Mount Fermara are not just the black and red, mangled corpses of the traitorous legions, demons, and Word Bearers;

There are also the Titan legions summoned by the enemy in the first wave of darkness, who poured out the lives of several galaxies as sacrifices.

It’s hard to imagine what the imperial soldiers here are using to support their beliefs, and it’s also hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence they are fighting against, and how to firmly deny the enemy to Fermara under such desperate fighting conditions. outside.

But just from the battlefield environment after this war, we can know the tragedy of the war at that time:

Before the war, the Fermara Mountains were once a biological paradise with an altitude of more than 7,000 meters and a complete and complex ecosystem from top to bottom.

After just six days of testing and one day of bloody battles, the highest altitude of this mountain range had been permanently shortened by nearly 1,000 meters under doomsday-like artillery fire.

Its original glaciers, trees, and grasslands were permanently lost to this world as a result of the war between the two Astartes Legions.

But this did not satisfy the two giant beasts named War and Force. After a short intermission, the two giant beasts once again entered into a bloody fight.

After fully testing and playing games with each other, the ensuing battle between the two giant beasts no longer had any grace. There was only a stalemate with hands pressing on each other's vital points and strangling each other's necks, rolling in the mud. The primitive struggle in...

"Praise! Damn! Almighty! O...M Messiah!"

The huge voice made this nonsense prayer echo in the narrow space, and the Rhino armored personnel carrier carrying the voice was passing through the battlefield.

Amidst the explosions of artillery shells in the distance and near, Marsh in the carriage pressed the helmet on his neck with his eyes blankly, and then looked at the steel plate above his head helplessly amid a burst of airtight roar. .

Father Helm, who was sitting next to him, was talking enthusiastically about his experiences after surviving the battlefield.

From being sent to the medical department at the rear, to despite his fierce protests, the technical sergeants tried their best and failed to put him into the sarcophagus; (To be precise, he was already put into the sarcophagus, and then he climbed out again. .)

After a comprehensive assessment by the Mechanic Priests and Pharmacists, they then began to undergo transformation, and finally returned to the battlefield with only a metal lumbar vertebrae and a mechanical right leg replaced - a glorious deed?

Most of the listeners were in a similar state to Marsh, because Dad's passionate saliva not only wet his own beard and hair, but also flew around in the small car.

The overflowing saliva splashed inside the chariot, and was then distilled and evaporated by the high temperature brought by the engine.

The food residue and tartar accumulated and brewed for decades finally turned into gas and spread wildly in the confined space.

This smell, which can be called biochemical pollution, made the Blood Claws in the carriage avoid it but had nowhere to hide. So the helmet, which was equivalent to a decoration for the wild wolf, was suddenly ordered by the mechanical sergeant at this moment. We shed tears of warm welcome.

The engine of the chariot was still moving forward crazily amid bumps and vibrations, and the scene that happened to Marsh was repeated covertly in the carriage.

So when the comrades in the front finally repelled the enemy's attack, they saw a wave of strange comrades walking down from the armored vehicles supporting the rear, all wearing helmets and turning on the poison gas filtering function...

These people... aren't fake, are they?

For a moment, Seawolf's captain, Captain Ruger, had doubts about Marsh's team.

I don't like the bad habit of wearing a helmet, and the history among the hunting group can be traced back to the original body of Russ.

And for thousands of years, no matter how the technical sergeants tried to persuade them, the combat troops, from the company commander down to the recruits, showed no sign of listening.

But Helm's iconic loud voice immediately dispelled his suspicions, and during the subsequent contact with the support team, the temporary commander of the Sea Wolf began to frown three meters into the wind, which made him understand. The reason this squad is so abnormal.

"Father, please! Helm, you should brush your teeth!" Ruger looked at Helm walking towards him, clenched his free fist and hit the veteran hard. However, Fenris's unique "provocative greeting" failed to scare the veteran away. Instead, he raised his chest in response to the huge steel fist.

Bang!

After a heavy muffled sound, the two giants looked at each other, then grinned and let out wanton laughter. The Bloodclaws walking around to take over the defense line turned a blind eye to this, and they had obviously already adapted and accustomed to the special culture of the wild wolves.

"It's such a pity to see you alive!" Helm also punched Luger on the shoulder, but his yellow eyes under his frost-white eyebrows scanned his comrade's body.

"I find your shoulder armor to be very tight. I thought I could get a bargain this time!"

"Bah! You old bastard! I think your teeth are pretty good. When you die, I'll put them on a chain and tie them up!"

Luge looked at this veteran who was drafted in the same period as himself, but was still stuck in the tusks due to different fates. The corners of his eyes that had just been cold due to the killing finally had a slight rise.

Both of them lamented in their hearts that the blessing of their father and Ruth allowed them to meet again on this remote battlefield after a century of long war.

"Okay, it's time for warmth. Let's talk about your situation." Helm turned sideways and looked at the surrounding battlefield, and his voice quietly became deeper.

He is the leader of the three teams supporting this time, and naturally has corresponding level of battlefield intelligence support.

At more than a dozen nodes in the northern part of the entire defense line, the patchwork manpower he had in hand was already the last mobile force.

And if the situation on the battlefield had not been so bad that he had no choice, Balnegg would not have been able to send his troops, which he had improvised after a fierce battle and was resting in the name of mobile strength, as support.

"It's really not optimistic..." Luger replied in a low voice, then patted Helm's shoulder to signal him, turned around and walked towards the entrance of a low fortification on the right.

The two giants passed through the haphazardly arranged ammunition boxes and weapon racks, and then bent down in the dust to enter the space that could barely be called a command post.

As Helm's pupils and nose adjusted to the light and smell here, he immediately heard and smelled the moans and blood coming from the corner.

The fifteen Astartes all wore power armor with the paintings and emblems he was familiar with.

And these sons of Russ, who were identified from the secret marks and were at most the Gray Hunters, were falling into a silent slumber under the influence of the only pharmacist present and the potion on the power armor.

There are no veterans, well, there shouldn't be, it's their tradition.

Helm smashed his mouth and felt a familiar rusty taste on his teeth. He turned his head and looked at Luger behind him, who was also watching him quietly with a vicissitude of eyes.

"How many more people do you have?" Helm asked hoarsely, and then realized that the question he asked was stupid.

"Just the ones you saw." Luger paused for a moment, then answered softly.

"25?" Helm was stunned at first, then uncontrollably rushed towards Luger and pushed him against the granite wall.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at his close friend in front of him. He raised his clenched fist armor and pointed it at Luger's head, but in a low voice he roared and questioned him:

"How many brothers did you take away? 100? Or 200?! Are you telling me now that there are only 25 left here?!

So I have a question..."

Helm's eyes were bleeding from the corners of his angry eyes, but the power gloves in his hands were crackling.

"Why...are you...still alive?"

renew……