This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 129: Boom of gunfire!

The artillery fire shook the sky and the earth. The armored assault group, assisted by the Astartes and knights, was a moving iron stream, tearing apart the green tide and the fortresses in it that were like coastal reefs.

"Are you the person in charge of this area?"

Arthur asked in front of the commissar.

The intensity of the war on this planet is very high, but there are not many masters. Karna is the only one on the front line to chop people down. He was sent here to deliver the goods.

"Yes, my lord!"

The political commissar nodded and put away his suicide note.

Because the navy was too insect-like, before the war started, the top leaders of the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy were wiped out in space.

Fortunately, the land-based array on the ground was powerful and blew down the greenskins' big garbage directly. In addition, the greenskins were also quite stupid and their fleet directly crashed into them. As a result, although the war was bad at the moment, it was strangely persisted for many years.

There are currently one million Star Army soldiers left on the planet, and the highest-ranking officer besides him is the captain next to him.

"Will armored vehicles be able to use it?"

Arthur asked the Captain.

"will not!"

the Captain exclaimed.

"Can you fly a flying vehicle?"

"will not!"

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There's no need to be so loud.

Arthur looked at the Astra Militarum soldiers around him. Many of them were even using old-fashioned laser rifles and were not equipped with standard armor.

Not all Astra Militarum are Cadia after all.

The political commissar immediately spoke up and replied seriously, "They are from the Astra Militarum, the native grassland planet of Elx, and the Escodia Fire Guards from the neighboring star region. They are skilled in cavalry assaults and the use of heavy artillery."

"Where's the gun?"

Arthur was surprised. The planet was completely in chaos. Tens of millions of PDFs, the Astra Militarum, the Greenskins and the Chaos were fighting all over the planet. The intensity was terrifying, but there were very few heavy firepower weapons, resulting in the three parties slowly wearing each other down.

"Gone."

Heavy firepower is usually delivered by the navy. The Imperial Navy has lost all its personnel. Even the legion currently commanded by the political commissar is not under his charge. His legion is still floating in outer space.

The political commissar felt pained whenever he thought about it.

It was clearly a simple rebellion. The Imperial Navy could first carefully deal with the greenskin fleet remotely, and then fire a round of macro-cannons at each polar portal to take care of the matter. Even the local planetary defense forces and Astra Militarum could complete the finishing work independently.

The result is like this.

"Sir, our warriors are all battle-hardened currency. We will complete the mission entrusted by the Emperor to his people. Please give your orders."

The political commissar had some knowledge. With such an exaggerated number of Astartes and armored forces deployed, the battlefield would be extremely grand. Not to mention whether they could win, even if they won, they probably wouldn't survive.

"The self-propelled artillery can be used, right?"

Arthur ignored the commissar's intention to die, pressed the communication to inform Romulus, and then said to the commissar:

"How many troops are left who can operate artillery?"

"Four hundred thousand."

The political commissar replied immediately.

"Assemble them."

"Yes."

Although he still had doubts in his heart, adhering to the principle of asking less and doing more, the political commissar quickly went to integrate the troops.

With the help of the Astartes, the pressure on the front line was greatly reduced and it was easy to withdraw troops.

"Commissar, look!"

The reaction speed of the Empire's front line is still good. At least the front-line troops have all the professional capabilities they should have.

Following the captain's instructions, the political commissar looked up and found that countless super-heavy transport planes were landing in the cleared sky. These thin-skinned but large-capacity strategic transport units were usually deployed before a war or after gaining air superiority.

To put it in a counterintuitive way, in most of the Empire's battles, the Empire always had air superiority.

"Oh my god--"

The political commissar looked at the self-propelled artillery that emerged from the transport plane.

Basilisk self-propelled artillery, a model commonly used by the Empire.

But isn’t this number a bit exaggerated?

And that cannon doesn't seem right either?

"Can it be used?"

Arthur inquired.

The expedition is definitely a snowball opportunity for time travelers to earn initial capital. Dantioch has made simplified plans for both the cannon and the chassis, and the cost is very low.

The time travelers all have plans to manufacture a large number of basic equipment through the materialization of souls, and they still have technical reserves to save souls in this regard.

"Quite so, my Lord."

The political commissar swallowed hard, his mind constantly wondering what they would face in the future.

"Immediately organize regional artillery coverage. Here—and here—I will issue you combat orders in real time."

Arthur quickly followed Romulus's instructions and began planning a battle plan for the Astra Militarum. "My Lord, you seem to be aiming for a quick victory?"

The political commissar keenly saw the tactical plan.

They won a quick victory with overwhelming military superiority, seemingly without considering whether the enemy had additional support.

"Yes."

Arthur glanced sideways and noticed a suicide note pinned to the man's collar with a pen cap.

"This planet is only part of the battlefield. We must defeat the enemy in the shortest possible time. You don't need to worry about being purged after the war."

"So, we will be able to win soon?"

The Commissar found the Lord Astartes unusually easy to talk to.

"Yes, when the sun rises above this planet for the second time, we will be greeted by the glory of victory and the corpses of our enemies."

Arthur nodded seriously.

"I understand, my lord."

It looks like the guys will survive.

The knight's voice had a kind of feeling that made people instinctively want to believe it. At least the political commissar did not think that the Emperor's angel would lie to him on this issue.

The political commissar let out a long sigh, then shouted to the officers and soldiers in the command center: "Did you hear that, boys?"

"Move! Get the troops and artillery moving!"
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"Open fire! Send these aliens to hell!"

Pedro Cantor, the First Captain of the Crimson Fists, shouted orders, his powerful and resonant voice echoing across the battlefield.

The Crimson Fists warriors beside him responded quickly, stepped out from behind the cover, and roared in unison with the grenade launchers in their hands. The dense rain of bolter bullets was like a torrential rain, instantly knocking down several rows of greenskins charging from the narrow fortress passage. Thousands of corpses, accompanied by blood and broken armor, rolled down the steep steel cliff with a dull crash.

There was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and the heavy bombs almost covered the entire fortress. The flames of the explosion shot up into the sky, raising a large amount of smoke and dust mixed with blood, flesh and soil.

The sudden and fierce firepower left these aliens, known for their toughness and adaptability, no time to react. The greenskins who were originally charging densely were blown to pieces and their formation collapsed instantly.

However, these hideous greenskins did not retreat.

A dozen green-skinned, heavily armored guys quickly climbed up the gap in the fortress, trying to block the impact of the big shrimp cans outside.

They were in a high position, dual-wielding laser machine guns and firing crazily. After the ingenuity of the technical guys, they hit a few fart spirits or their own brains, and the armor with waaaagh force field and deflection shield perfectly resisted those weak explosive weapons.

"I think I can beat the big shrimp on the other side."

The heavily armored warriors faced the artillery fire, trying to suppress the Crimson Fist's attack route with fierce firepower. Their shouts mixed with the gunfire and seemed particularly harsh.

However, while standing tall can certainly attract the envious gazes of the boys and make them feel even more powerful, it also makes them the target of public criticism.

Although the fire suppression from the greenskin heavy armored team made it difficult for the Crimson Fists to raise their heads for a while, the soldiers behind the cover did not panic.

They waited calmly until a Valkyrie flew over the sky, carrying out a low-altitude assault on the Stormbird's void shield. Countless super-explosives were dropped, engulfing the heavily armored boss and the surrounding guards. Seizing this moment, the Crimson Fist warriors quickly stood up to face the enemy's fire.

The heavy explosive fragmentation shell hit the front armor and only made a dent. The weapon module of the fire supply team was quickly replaced by super-intensity plasma. The white plasma heated to the limit ignited the air and rushed straight towards the greenskins on the boulder.

The slow-reacting heavy-armored giants were instantly vaporized, leaving only broken limbs, while the quick-reacting despicable brains hurriedly retreated to the fortress, pulling out the big teeth of those unlucky guys who still had their heads.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it!"

The heavily armored men ran towards the interior of the fortress one by one.

Phew!

A technical guy kicked a fart spirit away casually, sneering at the idiots who had given him away, and couldn't help but praise his own wit.

The fortress is broken, it is broken. These idiots who only know how to chop and blast, how could they understand the amazing wisdom that Brother Go and Brother Mao gave us.

The technical boss was grinning. He was already very tall, comparable to the bosses of those orc war gangs.

The battles with the little guys during this period have earned him the admiration of those guys and little guys, simply because the weapons and equipment he produced are the waaaaghest and strongest.

Especially this giant war fortress, the interior is filled with sliding iron blocks and shearing pliers. If those canned shrimps dare to come in, the various activity rooms and the heavy-duty guys inside the rooms will definitely give them endless surprises!

thump!
A group of big guys who were running away missed a step and fell into a closed room. Some of the unlucky guys were still feeling sorry for their big teeth that were knocked out, and then they started fighting because they had their eyes on the bigger teeth next to them.

Before the war fortress was broken into, the interior of this huge building suddenly became bustling.

But it doesn't matter.

It's good to be able to fight. It's a good thing to be able to fight. My weapons are for people who are smart and good at fighting.

Power begins to unlock in genes, inspiration bursts out in the brain, and the attention of Goge and Maoge is about to come.

The technical boss was constantly thinking of new inspirations and technologies. The shield coil was emitting light and the electric arc was whipping his head, making him feel that his inspiration was endless.

He thought he could defeat those big guys, and he thought he could turn this fortress into the most powerful and domineering mobile fortress, and he thought about turning these technologies into reality.

bump!
Another incomparable tremor came, and the master slammed the button hard, ready to show the shrimps a wave of super transformation.

Boom!

The weak area on the upper side of the entire fortress was blown away, and a ray of sunlight shone through the crack onto the head of the Great Master.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The great master raised his head in confusion.

At the same time, a huge triple-barreled tube, which he considered extremely powerful and domineering, poked in from the crack.

It was a triple flamethrower of a Domination-class Heroic Knight.

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(End of this chapter)