Warhammer: Start with a dog

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The Clough Theater is best known for its central headquarters, Clough Fortress.

It is said to be a fortress. In fact, the entire Cadia, as the only stable planet blocking the Eye of Terror, has long been built as a fortress world. In other words, here, the term "Fortress (Kasr)" can actually be equated with other places. "City," "Hive," "Arsenal," "Barracks," and "Cemetery," and nothing else.

Cadia once had city plans that were as spacious, beautiful, and suitable for life as the original human colonial cities, but after they suffered the first invasion of Chaos, these ordinary residential city plans proved to be at the door of the Eye of Terror. Very unsuitable for stalling, hiding, blocking and street fighting, they are easily destroyed.

Since then, all urban planning here has been re-considered based on the design ideas of "delaying time", "trying to hide" and "annihilating the enemy". The roads have become complex and winding, and the buildings have exquisite heights and angles. Planning, this allows the residents and defenders here to rely on their tenacity and this specially built fortified terrain to hold on for much longer than the enemy expected - this is what Abaddon did for The reason why He would agree to carry out orbital bombardment is that these fortresses, especially the Kraf Fortress, have not only been repeatedly repaired and reinforced over thousands of years, but they also have internal and external moats and internal and external walls. The walls are equally thick and solid, and are prepared There are a large number of fortifications and artillery defenses that exceed the scale of ordinary planetary cities, which means that the implementation of any "normal" siege strategy will result in a large loss of troops in the siege.

This means that after a traditional siege, during the entire process of letting ground troops enter the city to destroy the shield, there will inevitably be so many troops lost that even the Sons of Horus must consider it carefully.

Kraf Fortress itself is vast and equally strong and cleverly designed. As the seat of the last command post on Cadia, it was designed to confuse ordinary artillery fire. Obviously, there must be some local, despicable and shameful traitors among them, or the Warmaster's intelligence personnel have quietly sneaked in and figured out their latest movements. The worst possibility is both. have--

Otherwise, the traitor army would not have tried so accurately to use the fortress railgun on the Clough Fortress after bringing down the top command of Cadia at the parade on the Tyrok Plain.

Then now, with the protection of the void matrix above their heads, the rebels landed, merged, and arrived outside the city. They began to follow the guidance of the artillery observers in the city and tried to take down the current supreme commander of Cadia again.

A part of Sergeant Garland Kyle's mind was thinking calmly and almost horribly, maintaining his rational existence, while many other parts of his mind were running wildly, screaming, heating up, and swelling, with huge beads of sweat. It seeped out from the steaming hair on the top of his head, dripped down along his tightly wrinkled forehead and clenched jaw, and sprinkled on the dusty ruins of the command office.

His nails were peeled off and his fingertips were worn when pulling concrete and steel bars, but the flag sergeant didn't notice. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and he dug frantically until he saw a familiar military coat. The corners of his clothes, stained with mud, appeared in his field of vision.

Kyle felt his heart suddenly rise to the top of his throat, feeling hot and congested, while his brain fell into his stomach, as cold as if it had been soaked in ice water.

He tensed his muscles again but carefully dug out more broken earth and rocks. At this time, other soldiers running from a distance began to help him dig.

"doctor!"

Creed's flag-bearer roared from the ruins.

"Doctor! We need a doctor here! Now!"

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Nearly a hundred kilometers away, the Iron Warrior Pharmacy Master looked thoughtfully in the direction of Kraf Fortress.

"What's wrong?"

In front of him, the Iron Warrior Undivided Chaos Lord Colom Gate, wearing a gun-steel helmet, asked.

"Nothing." The Potion Master's polite fake smile had long since faded, and now he put on a cold face that he was a little unaccustomed to but had worn for many years, and turned his attention to the war blacksmith who suddenly appeared here. "I remember that the mission assigned to you by the Warmaster is to the north of Clough Fortress. Why did you come to the south?"

"Oh. Yes, yes, we were assigned to Alicia Stonehenge. But things didn't go so well." The Warsmith replied, and Honso felt that his colleague was looking up and down with an extremely suspicious and unkind look. Looking at himself and Mercury. Finally, he said, "There we found two full companies of Dark Angels and Space Wolves waiting to attack us from the left and right."

"...Although the alliance between the Dark Angels and Space Wolves sounds really magical and makes people not want to touch it, this is no excuse for the Iron Warriors to retreat in front of them. Even if they join forces, choosing to retreat directly is not our style at all. "Boss Hong Suo pointed out unceremoniously, "And there are more than 500 heavy vehicles and war engines behind you. They look so clean, with almost no new traces of battles. Don't you just run away when you see them... Wait."

Although he has not experienced the years when the Legion needed to build forts and cities to defend the world from being attacked, as a being who has survived for centuries among a group of ten thousand-year-old Iron Warriors and still managed to get ahead, Honso did not take it for granted. I have eaten pork and seen pigs running away.

"Why do your vehicles lack so many cannon positions but have so many giant drills, chainsaws, and engineering servo arms? You are crazy. You gave up precious ancient main guns or secondary weapon racks just to install them. These? No wonder you ran away when you saw them!"

Gate was still calm, as if he didn't realize that Honso was hinting at him to run away. He glanced at Honso from behind the eyepiece again - the pharmacist could sense that the other party was trying to find his weak points, and was being scrutinized before launching an attack. Feeling, "It's not that I'm crazy. Obviously, if it were my own intention, I would not choose to replace my heavy-duty vehicles with these construction machinery when I know that a war is about to begin."

"Abaddon... I mean, it was the Warmaster who asked your troops to equip these engineering equipment?" Robert Mercurius Guilliman had put down his great ax and was leaning on the ground, around him, The new Iron Warriors held weapons in their hands and formed a beautiful semicircular circle vigilantly and vaguely, obviously preparing for the sudden rise of the Khorne champion. "I'm very curious, what mission is given to you by such a strange change of clothes?"

"Yes," the Warsmith replied, turning his helmet's eyepiece to the red-armored and scroll-covered warrior beside Honso, but he did not answer his last question, even though that question was one of the main ones. .

Guilliman could clearly feel the opponent's eyes rolling twice on his forehead, but the feeling Gat and his army gave to the Thirteenth Primarch was actually okay for the time being - they were like their lords Same, still maintaining the painting habit of the Fourth Legion, although he also painted himself black because of the Black Legion. Part of it is missing, but it doesn't look too bad. The Astartes in this force also feel the same as Colom Gate gave Guilliman. They are extremely cold, ruthless, concise and orderly. Guilliman There was even a little nostalgia for seeing the remnants of some subtle tactical formations from the Great Crusade era in their movements.

"I thought that this powerful champion of yours was a product of bioengineering technology that was completely controlled by you, as they said. It seems that the rumors are not very credible." Gate said, "I think he can even interfere with you and me. conversation."

"Oh." Honso shrugged, "Things that are completely controlled can only be dead forever, Gate. A truly powerful and excellent warrior must have subjective initiative to exert its greatest ability."

"That's true." The war blacksmith nodded slightly, "But since he is not completely controlled by you as rumored, can he be trusted?" The red eyepiece flashed, "I mean, he is not like you I have armor and a heart of steel. He wears the skin of those unpleasant, lying snakes, and even the title of the Blood God cannot let me forget that fact."

"What does it matter whether he can be trusted or not?" the Potion Master asked unceremoniously, "At this time, on the front lines of fierce fighting, when something will hit our heads and blow us up into the sky at any time, you just Do you have to stand here as a target and tell me riddles?"

"It makes sense." The War Blacksmith looked around, "Why, you two are alone here? You have defeated so many Black Templars? You don't even have vehicles? Where are the rest of your warband? The Warmaster sent you What about additional support?”

"Haha, they were airdropped to the rear at the request of the 'Warmaster'. Due to the serious lack of vehicles, it will take time to get here." This time everyone could hear the sarcasm in Mercury's mouth. "But I would advise them not to rush over in time, because there is a high probability that as soon as the mysterious protective measures here are destroyed by any ground force, the mobile interface girl of Blackstone Fortress will be happy to kill us all in the name of Abaddon. The people were blown to ashes along with the fortress.”

"I must say that his speech is quite in line with our style, Honso." Gate glanced at Mercurius again with slight surprise, and at the same time seemed to say something to his own command channel, a huge tank It drove slowly towards them from the rear of the queue, stopped in front of them, opened the rear hatch, and the ramp formed by the armored door panels appeared in front of them.

"Come up, let's talk as we head towards the inner city wall, shall we?"

Honso looked at Gait suspiciously, and the latter pointed to the hatch, "As you said, we don't want to be a living target here. Although the company of the Dark Angels has not moved, I'm not sure about those wild wolves." Will the smoke bomb come after me after I throw it out? Or, I don’t want to be sued by the Warmaster’s Alpha intelligence officer at this time.”

The Potion Master nodded, but paused and glanced at the neatly piled black ceramic steel hills.

"These...um...live things...can't fit into one vehicle." Gate pointed to the back, "But don't worry, because for the mission I was assigned, at least there are enough vehicles in my army."

Mercurius closed his mouth again, and at the same time he glanced at the vehicle, with some surprise and nostalgia in his voice, "Typhon. I didn't expect that they are still being used today."

Gate's eyepiece glanced at the red-armored champion again.

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There are some really interesting things in the conversation just now.

The Thirteenth Primarch thought as he keenly captured something.

There is definitely something wrong with this Colomgate. Ha, it seems that the traitors are not monolithic. Let's see what he's talking about.

Then he took hold of the ax handle and followed them onto the ancient Typhon heavy siege tank.

The Iron Warriors brought by Gate were busy carrying the unconscious body of the Black Templar on the ground and pushing it into the troop carrier behind.

Not long after, this steel torrent slowly started again and drove towards the southern gate of the Clave Fortress.

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A fire meteor fell on the Clave Plain with a shocking movement.

When the high-heat flames generated by friction on its exterior had not completely extinguished, there was a being who kicked open the white-hot airdrop chamber and jumped out of it, not caring about the impact of the scorching flames and other things.

Urkanthos, the former fleet lord of Abaddon and the leader of Abaddon's hounds, was satisfied and impatient to let himself be airdropped in this area first, because there was a target that might not be so important to others, but was quite useful to him: the monastery of those young witches, the brides of the corpse king, and their temples were here.

Obviously, it can be seen from this that the Warmaster still favors him very much, otherwise these juicy and delicious blood foods would not be allocated to him first. As long as he kills and offers the blood and skulls of these corpse king believers witches, and finally ends the dedication by tainting their temples with blood, then Urkanthos is sure that he can definitely get rid of this embarrassing situation of incomplete promotion and successfully transform into a real promoted person, a Khorne Demon Prince.

He swears that the damn Zarafeston and Defram Koda must have shown a mocking and gloating expression when they saw him become like this. These two bitches can only hide behind others and make trouble in the high-altitude orbit! When he completely completes his promotion, he will definitely make these two guys who have not yet been promoted look good!

As for how to complete his important promotion...

He turned his eyes to the temple guarded by the nuns in front of him.

From the walls and gleaming church spires of the Temple of Santa Morica, countless tiny figures in black armor and red robes are rising: the jetpacks behind them are emitting flames, and soon, these flying witches called Seraphim will leave the protection of the temple shield and take the initiative to attack Urkanthos's landing force.

The Daemon Prince Candidate licked his teeth, which had half turned into sharp fangs, and felt different fresh blood flowing through every inch of his bones and joints.

He is eager to complete the metamorphosis like a butterfly in a chrysalis.

He is about to drink the blood of Khorne.

"Praise the Blood God."