Chapter 254 The First Echelon

As the political commissar who was assigned to the Krieg Corps said, the first round of artillery strikes passed over their heads and fell towards the plain of the bunkers.

The heavy shells hit deeply into the soil and solidified land. After all, this was once a heavy industrial area that produced weapons and ammunition.

Thousands of sparks exploded almost at the same time across the entire enemy position. Grenadier 19 stared at the beautiful scene in front of him. He could see the explosion of heavy shells triggering a chain explosion of mines.

He could see the enemies in various bunkers and ambush points being blown into pieces and flying into the sky.

He held the gun tighter.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour. Huge craters were blown up on the plain in front of them. The land was emitting green smoke and heat. If you rushed in without protective clothing, you might burn your skin.

Beep!

The first whistle had sounded, and the soldiers of the first echelon fearlessly rushed to the battlefield. Grenadier 19 almost rushed up, but he remembered that he was assigned to the second batch of teams.

The 100,000 soldiers and 200 tanks that rushed up first were to scout the enemy's firepower points.

Those soldiers slid into the huge crater, and set up heavy weapons based on the terrain difference left by the crater to provide firepower cover for their comrades who were charging in front.

As the tank troops and the first wave of attacking corps got closer and closer to the bunkers smeared with blood and internal organs and engraved with blasphemous runes, they finally suffered the enemy's firepower attack.

Hundreds of artillery pieces stretched out from the bunkers without any gaps or shooting holes. These permanent fortifications that should have stayed firmly in their original positions and not moved should not have moved like active life.

However, the bunkers that were stained with chaos and corrosive power showed their hideous and lively side.

There were no steel bars and ceramic steel plates for strengthening the structure in the cracks opened in the concrete. Only white bone plates and scarlet flesh flowing down like sandwiches could be seen.

These gun barrels are connected to a large amount of muscles and inexplicable biological structures. Those who operate the artillery are integrated with their weapons. Those sights are simply new eyes, aiming at the victims with their malicious and painful eyes.

Unlike the red and yellow shooting flames of the Imperial artillery, the shooting flames of these Chaos traitors are more imaginative.

The red and purple shooting flame mouth ejected a shell with a skeletal outer armor, and as the smoothbore of the shell went out, it began to eject fragments of internal organs from the muzzle like a creature coughing up blood.

Although these deformed shells look strange, their power should not be underestimated.

A flesh and blood shell hit the heavy front armor of a Leman Russ tank, and these shells were not bounced off. Instead, they drilled into the tank's armor like a drill, scraping out layers of debris and drilling into it.

The explosion of the flesh shells squeezed the Leman Russ from the inside out, and the crew inside was devoured by the exploding flesh. The armor was infected and swelled into a terrifying creature that could walk on the ground.

The tracks were feet, the front armor was mouth, the gun barrel and machine gun muzzle became the monster's weapons, and those precise sights became malicious eyeballs.

The steel creatures that were originally loyal to the Empire have now become traitors who slaughtered the Empire's soldiers. These howling monsters on the battlefield were discovered and quickly suppressed by the Empire's soldiers.

The automatic guns with wheels set up on the ground by the soldiers turned their muzzles and fired at the mutated tanks. The armor-piercing shells of the automatic guns penetrated the monster's flesh, but were then blocked by the armor plates manipulated by the flesh.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the automatic guns hitting the Leman Russ armor was as crisp as raindrops falling on iron plates. The twisted tank monster devoured the gun barrel and grew out from the other side, sending the weapons team that fired at it into the sky with the sound of shooting.

More and more flesh and blood shells were thrown out from the bunkers, but it was far from all the blows suffered by the first batch of attacking troops.

The land that had been plowed by shells once again showed the fire of heavy logging guns from various corners. Under the crossfire, countless soldiers fell to the ground like wheat being cut.

But they did not waver because of the serious casualties, but tried to rush into the trench system built around the bunkers more quickly.

One soldier rushed in, two soldiers rushed in, one hundred and one thousand soldiers rushed in.

Their lasers accurately shot at the heads of the rebels, and the high power of the Lucius laser gun penetrated the crudely made rebel armor.

The engineers also entered under the cover of the soldiers. The explosive devices in their hands were placed on the fixed bunkers, and the traitors who were integrated with the fortifications were blown into pieces with a roar.

The enemy's first line of defense was broken by the influx of Krieg troops. From the increasingly sparse firepower counterattacks, we can see the fate of the cannon fodder left by the enemy to block the attack.

However, the attacking legion suffered heavy losses. Except for the Leman Russ tanks that were self-destructed by the drivers in time, the remaining sixty or seventy tanks turned into twisted monsters that crushed flesh and blood.

Now the thousands of survivors are using everything they have to eliminate the monsters that are still active, and attack the second line of defense of the bunker group from the trenches.

Colonel Hans observed the combat situation in the distance, and he and other commanders of the Krieg regiment discussed the projection position of the next round of artillery.

Each shell had a place to go. They calmly accepted the data submitted by the artillery observers and analyzed and judged the firepower on the enemy's position.

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Such indifference and efficiency made other officers and political commissars who did not belong to the Krieg Corps in the conference room nervous.

No one even cared about the dead soldiers and lost equipment. For them, the data of death was meaningless. Only the enemy intelligence obtained was the most valuable.

The commander of the 199th Regiment of the Imperial Guard watched this group of masked zombies discuss the coverage position and attack time of the next round of artillery. He had seen such officers who regarded death as nothing in his long service career.

Some of them were eager for military exploits and promotions, and they climbed up on the corpses of soldiers at all costs. Another part firmly believed that the result of victory was the most important, and the death of soldiers was just their duty to the throne.

But from such a long period of joint operations and tactical discussions, the commander could only draw one conclusion from the actions of the Krieg Corps.

These people are seeking death.

More than once, his soldiers and officers complained to him that the Kriegs' involvement in the battlefield was a more serious blow to their morale than the enemy's attack.

He knew that his soldiers did not doubt the loyalty of the Kriegs, they just couldn't stand this cruel bloody battle with death as the ultimate goal.

He even knew that during the attack on the Temei Mountains, a political commissar tried to stop the Kriegs from launching a death charge on the lost tunnels because he thought such an attack was meaningless.

Then, he was beaten to a pulp by the out-of-control Kriegs.

Although the subsequent investigation showed that the Kriegs who forcibly attacked recaptured the lost positions, their 98% casualty rate made this victory insignificant.

If they could survive, were willing to listen to the political commissar's advice, and chose to retreat temporarily, they could have won more victories.

It's a pity that they are Kriegs. Whoever stands in their way of a glorious death, they will send to hell.

Those with extra armor and skull masks and sky eagle forehead protectors are grenadiers. Those without are ordinary soldiers.