Chapter 253 Preparing for Attack

Feeling the shaking of the Centaur transport vehicle, a small group of grenadiers rushing to the front line sat in the entire carriage.

Grenadier 19, at least according to the complicated and lengthy Krieg identity code, it can be abbreviated as Grenadier 19.

The grenadiers here are all drawn from various companies and squads and reorganized. These soldiers who survived one or two bloody battles relying on their combat skills and luck on the battlefield naturally became the most elite veterans in the Krieg Corps.

Grenadier 19 tilted his head slightly and looked at a soldier who was completely different from their grenadiers.

As grenadiers, they have better equipment and armor, whether it is a hell gun connected to the back battery or heavy shell armor.

These armors have chest armor with additional abdominal guards, as well as shin guards and knee pads. All materials are forged by strengthening the ceramic steel layer to increase strength, heat resistance and reduce weight.

But such a set of armor is still quite bulky, and the physical exhaustion in long-term combat will make some soldiers choose to discard part of the armor.

But the newcomer who was stuffed into the vehicle did not have the equipment of a grenadier, but only the most common uniform of a Krieg soldier, equipped with a Lucius laser gun that sacrificed the amount of ammunition to increase its power.

He did not know why his superiors would specifically ask such a soldier to join their combat team. But Grenadier 19 did not care much. As Krieg people, they only obey orders, not question them.

As sinners, they can only be forgiven by the Emperor when they die.

Chi!

The Centaur transport vehicle finally stopped, and the hatch was lowered by a hydraulic device, pointing out a clear path to the grenadiers in the cabin.

Grenadier 19 walked out quickly with a gun on his back, and observed the situation of the surrounding battlefield and positions. Obviously, they were placed on the third line of defense about 1 kilometer away from the front trench.

Next, they had to quickly go to the front through the trench and tunnel system to join the task of breaking through the bunker group in the middle of the scrap steel plain.

Everyone trotted silently in the tunnel. Shells from the front battlefield fell from time to time on the surrounding land. The blast wave lifted up large pieces of soil and fell on their heads.

Grenadier 19 watched the lifted soil pass over his head. He felt that there was wind in the air, otherwise the splashing of the soil should be more regular.

But this perception through visual conversion was still very unreal. The heavy mask and coat isolated all the subtle fluctuations in the air. Therefore, he could only guess the existence of wind by watching the passing military flags.

Wind is important, but it is not important.

In his hometown, if you can feel the breeze under the coat and mask, it proves that your protective clothing is damaged. Nuclear radiation also penetrates your flesh from the holes, destroying all the structures of your body in just a few weeks, and eventually becoming a rotten corpse locked in clothes.

But you won't be too painful. Idiots with damaged protective clothing usually don't live too long. They will be sent to the biomass recycling station in the first ten hours of the selection battlefield, and there is not much time for them to feel the pain of nuclear radiation.

Maybe when he dies, or is about to die, a bullet will penetrate his protective clothing and his body. At this time, he can reach out and feel the wind subtly?

Grenadier 19 is not very clear. He feels that his pace is one step slower than the crowd because of boring things. He gathers his thoughts, adjusts his pace and keeps up.

The closer to the front line, the more you can see the hideous and twisted bunkers on the scrap steel plain in the distance. These damn traitors did not choose to abandon this important industrial area because of the attack of the death direct missile.

Instead, they rebuilt a whole anti-bombing fortress based on the ruins and terrain.

The plain ahead is full of bloody minefields left by them, as well as various bunkers and ambush points buried in the ground.

This is one of the most brutal battlefields on the planet, only the battle for the Themes Mountains they just ended can be compared.

A battlefield worth dying on. Not only Grenadier 19 thinks so, but all the Krieg soldiers on the battlefield think so.

In the fearless charge to atone for the Emperor, their large army will continue to advance and charge, and their bodies will extend all the way to the core of the bunker group. What an honor.

The soldiers stood in the trenches. In these long and complex trenches, there were not only the Krieg Corps, but also other regiments of the Astra Militarum, and even in the distance there was a legion of atonement organized from the hive.

The soldiers watched the political commissar and the watch chief give them the next combat briefing. The political commissar shouted at the top of his lungs to keep restrained and not to rush out of the trenches at the first sound of the gun and the whistle.

"Listen up! Loyal soldiers of the Emperor! We have completed the battle for the Themes Mountains! We drove those ugly traitors out of the Emperor's property like driving away rats!"

"We did a good job! We will return more of the Emperor's property to his hands!"

"The bunkers in front of us have delayed our legion for half a year, and countless soldiers have sacrificed their lives for the throne under the inferior and blasphemous firepower of heretics!"

"Loyal soldiers! Listen up! I know you are eager to sacrifice yourself to the death for the Emperor! You are eager to atone for the betrayal of your ancestors through a great victory with a 100% mortality rate!"

"But we can't just waste the Emperor's currency! The first round of artillery will clear the mines in the plains! The second round of artillery will cover the first echelon of soldiers to detect the enemy's firepower points! You! You soldiers will follow the fourth round of artillery after the third round of artillery strikes!"

The political commissar wearing the same gas mask loudly warned the Kriegs not to let them rush out in anger. Such a situation has broken out many times before.

Whenever they walked onto a battlefield and fortifications that gave everyone a headache, these Kriegs got excited.

Just like those Catachan troublemakers were excited when they saw a shiny steel knife.

The Catachans would wield the steel knife vulgarly, showing off to their companions that they had a shiny, big and sharp steel knife, interspersed with dozens of modal particles that were not included in the Imperial dictionary, and dirty jokes that seemed to be heretical.

But these Kriegs would only express their thirst for death by holding their guns tighter and standing straighter.

The commissar swore that he had seen some Kriegs clinging to the breastwork with their hands impatiently. With just a little effort, they could climb up and charge towards the battlefield of death.

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