Chapter 1169: The Primarch's First Battle
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City center.
The Astartes Legions gathered in the huge Imperial Square.
The Primarchs had not yet finished talking with the military representatives of the Achaemenid Empire, but they realized that as a former supporter of Flame and Thunder, the Achaemenid Empire should not be destroyed anyway, so they decided to go to war first.
The Primarchs walked out of the headquarters. They had discussed the battle plan and decided to lead their legions in person.
Twenty Astartes Legions sounded large, but in fact there were only 20,000 of them in total.
When the Primarchs appeared in the eyes of the Astartes, the already upright bodies of these warriors became more upright and high.
In each legion, the first original warrior born in the Astartes plan was giving lectures to others.
"For Vulkan! Just like we did in the Caucasus Campaign!"
"We can't take a step back in the war. Every inch of land we have stepped on cannot be stepped on again by us before the end of the war. Friendly forces can only see our backs, while enemies can only see our fronts! Anyone who takes even one step back, even to avoid artillery fire, will be punished! For Perturabo!"
"..."
The Astartes wearing white armor with blue stripes yelled at their battle brothers.
"War dogs! Tear open the enemy's belly, take out their intestines and strangle them to death!"
"Let blood and minced meat cover every inch of land we advance! Let us become the nightmare of the enemy waking up in the middle of the night with howling!"
"We..."
"The Primarch is here."
"..."
"Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, only kill necessary people, it's that simple. For Angron!"
The Primarchs came to their respective legion personnel.
Perturabo looked at the heir in front of him, and the expression on his face could not be seen by others.
"Your people seem a bit cold and harsh." Lion said as he passed by Perturabo.
"Albians, um." Guilliman also passed by Perturabo.
Perturabo looked at the original warriors in front of him who ordered not to retreat even a step, and he felt that this was indeed a bit too strict.
But as Guilliman said.
Albians.
They are so cruel.
A smile appeared on the corner of Perturabo's mouth, turned around, and walked silently with his heirs towards the high wall of the Achaemenid capital.
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If there is anything to describe the situation after the Primarch and the Astartes Legion joined the war, it must be a reversal of the tide.
As a warlord who is extremely valued on Terra, Tyrant Doom's Black Khitan transformed warriors are extraordinary powerful. Their individual combat effectiveness even has a slight advantage over the Thunder Warriors, but they have a disadvantage, that is, they are not good at cooperation.
The Astartes cannot compare with the Black Khitan warriors in terms of data, but they are good at cooperation.
The extremely tight tactical coordination, coupled with the unhesitating implementation of the orders of the Gene Father, made the Astartes individuals like parts together to form a sophisticated killing machine.
They lured, they surrounded, they attacked.
The soldiers of each legion have their own combat styles.
Perturabo commanded the Achaemenid high wall repair engineering team, which became chaotic due to the increase in the number of people.
Guilliman took over the allocation of supplies, and he could allocate supplies to the army that needed them most while fighting.
When the Primarchs joined the battle, the scale of the war escalated, but the situation became more orderly.
Emperor Dur, who stood with the soldiers on the high wall, predicted that his end would not be in this war, but this did not mean that he was invincible wherever he went. He was surrounded by invaders because he went too deep into the most dangerous area.
When Ryan and Russ came to Durr, the two Primarchs saw that the Achaemenid emperor and a group of mortals were blocked on the ruins of a high tower on the high wall. They relied on the broken walls to resist the siege.
Durr released lightning at the enemy from time to time.
"I have a problem with us attacking first instead of negotiating first." Ryan pulled Russ who was about to rush over, "I think so now, but putting aside the overall situation, I personally admire their emperor."
Russ, who was dragged back to his elder brother, looked at his brother and then at the emperor named Durr.
Durr stood on the ruins, releasing a barrier with his left hand to intercept firepower and releasing lightning with his right hand.
The soldiers beside him shivered in the rapid cooling brought by psychic energy, but they were excited and fearless because they fought side by side with the emperor.
They can still hold on.
But they will soon not be able to hold on.
Because the battle is no longer Durr, the psychic emperor, and his mortal soldiers facing the mortal soldiers of the Pan-Pacific Empire.
Three Black Khitan Transformed Warriors joined the battle.
Three tall warriors in black armor suddenly rushed over like lightning from a hundred meters away.
Their battle and formation were chaotic, but they gave people a strong feeling before they even started fighting.
A mortal soldier had long known the threat that the black figure could bring, so he picked up a bomb and prepared to launch a scorching attack.
The mortal soldier rushed forward and detonated the bomb.
But the speed of the three transformed warriors was not slowed down at all. Their figures were briefly obscured by the smoke and dust, and then they emerged from the smoke and dust.
At the moment of the explosion, Ryan and Russ saw that the three transformed warriors either did three backflips or picked up a large piece of rubble to block themselves.
Before the other mortal soldiers could react, three transformed warriors rushed to Dur.
One pulled out the spine of a mortal and whipped another mortal to death, one took a sword and chopped a squad of soldiers into pieces in less than three seconds, and another... another one was whipping the corpse.
"You want to watch him die, so that we can get favorable conditions in the next negotiation?" Russ asked.
Ryan shook his head: "No."
"Whatever you think." Russ had already rushed up, "I can't watch a respectable monarch die here."
Ryan's sword was already drawn, but seeing that his younger brother had already rushed up, he put the sword back into the scabbard.
In a short blink of an eye, Russ rushed to the transformed warrior who was about to swing his sword at Dur, and his running body smashed the warrior into pieces like a tank.
The remaining two modified warriors were about to respond when Russ grabbed their heads with both hands and ended the fight with a head-to-head collision.
Russ didn't even draw his weapon, he just used his fists and feet to deal with the enemy.
The surrounding Pan-Pacific Empire soldiers chose to drop their weapons and flee after seeing this scene.
Durr was safe.