Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 55 Red Helmet Kasgar

damn it!
Kasoron quickly opened the side door and rear ramp of the troop carrier, preparing to abandon the vehicle and proceed on foot.

Then, to his horror, he saw his teammate stick his head out of the sunroof and quickly shoot it down with the machine gun on top of the troop carrier.

As the son of an emperor, his shooting skills are naturally beyond question.

With a few gunshots, the autonomous flying mech that had been arrogantly flying straight through the sky was instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal by the muzzle flash of his gun.

Trailing a charred, fiery tail, it crashed to the side and rear of the troop carrier, disappearing into the weeds.

"Company Commander Kasoron, it's all over. We succeeded—"

The man was just trying to get Captain Kasoron to relax a little, but the next second he was drenched in a torrent of abuse.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"Quick! Full speed ahead! Don't stop for a second!"

call out--

Boom! ! !
Right where they had just fired, a missile from the opposite position exploded instantly.

Countless red paints scattered everywhere, some even splashing onto the head of Company Commander Kasoron, who hadn't had time to close the ramp.

He wiped the sticky residue off his helmet with lingering fear, looking at the crimson liquid in his hand.

That's ruthless.

Kasoron swallowed hard.

They're really treating our brothers like aliens.

"Quickly, notify Aidor and the other company commanders that it's best to get out of the vehicle and walk, and be careful to stay hidden."

"And one more thing! Never, ever attack the aerial automatons!"

Bang!
Casca watched excitedly as the red paint exploded on the enemy's position.

He did promise that flying automatons would not be used in the exercises.

Those that were launched were just remote-controlled flying toys.

But if you shoot at it, you're intentionally revealing your location.
whee.

Then don't blame me, Casca, for giving you all a giant rocket to play with.

Missile rain, accompanied by a ketchup-like red paint, exploded like fireworks on the opponent's field.

If the paint used in the drills is this terrifying, imagine what would happen if it were actually loaded with molten metal.
Even if not many of them actually hit, and even fewer of them cause injury.

But no matter what, a fully loaded troop carrier has ten people. One missile for ten elite veterans. If you really get selected, that's a huge profit.

"Damn it, what kind of new weapon is this? It can launch precision strikes beyond visual range?"

In the command room, Aidoru, her face full of anger, ordered the soldiers to disperse the troop carriers and advance in different directions.

She hadn't expected that the battle had barely begun, and that her side hadn't even seen the enemy yet, before suffering casualties.

Why was the other side able to launch such a long-range missile and accurately hit our troop transport vehicle?

The main reason for the lack of long-range guided missiles (except for Titanium) in the Warhammer campaign is the fear of psionic interference.

This surreal power can distort predetermined coordinates, thus easily interrupting or even countering long-range missiles.

(Of course, the root cause is that the board game table is not big enough.)
But coincidentally, the Third Legion never uses psionic energy.

Not at all.

Even borderline think tanks like Rune Priest and Storm Prophet are not used.

There was no psionic interference.

There is no force field shield either.

This gives Casca almost unlimited room to maneuver.

joke!

Without psionic energy to balance the war, the Casgar are now completely dominating the cavemen!
"The enemy personnel have dispersed to various parts of the battlefield and deployed Mechanical Spider II self-destruct devices."

A new type of remote-controlled vehicle that predates the Cyclops suicide tank by 10,000 years, was also developed and deployed to the battlefield by Casca ahead of time.

He sat alone in his own position, laughing heartily into the walkie-talkie next to his ear.

It's also very insidious.

"Also, now release electromagnetic interference."

"Hey?"

"Hey!!!"

"Reply if you hear me!" Aidolu had only given half of her order when the walkie-talkie was suddenly filled with static.

There was no sound.

She took the walkie-talkie from her hand with trembling hands.

damn it!
This was accompanied by a failure in the synchronization of the helmet's image feedback.

Amidst the chaos and confusion caused by the shielding, Aido felt utterly helpless.

For the first time since she stepped onto the battlefield, an unexpected fear spread through her heart.

It was as if she was no longer facing a powerful enemy, but a completely unknown entity.

You never know when he will attack you, or when he will launch a sneak attack on a place she thought would be safe.

An enemy that is unpredictable and cannot be predicted by common sense.

You can never guess what his next move will be.

Looking out, the scenery of the exercise field remained the same, with waist-high weeds drooping on the brown soil, and the deep trenches and fortifications were no different from usual.

But at this moment, a terrifying and unknown fog of war lingered in the eyes of each and every one of them.

Ador, the renowned and legendary commander, son of the emperor.

Her ears and eyes were both blocked by Casca.

"Interfering with friendly forces' communication equipment, is this guy really okay?"

The master of ceremonies, Rellano, looked very displeased.

Is this in accordance with etiquette?
As Space Marines on the Great Expedition, it is commendable to try out new tactics during exercises.

However, trying new tactics that only work against friendly forces is somewhat questionable.

This specific electromagnetic interference is almost ineffective against aliens; at best, it can only be used against friendly forces.

What exactly are you trying to achieve by developing this?

His heart is so cruel!
"But doesn't that also show that Casca is looking further ahead?"

"In case we encounter rebels within the empire in the future, we can defeat them one by one by disrupting their communications."

Fugrim disagreed with Rellano's statement.

She definitely supports Casca.

"Lord Fugrim, forgive my bluntness."

"This kind of thinking is dangerous."

Rellano was a ceremonial officer who adhered to traditional morals.

He disagreed with Casca's tactical approach, which lacked any moral compass or martial ethics.

Even if he is the Primarch's spouse, as a matter of principle for the Legion, his actions will indeed have extremely negative consequences.

"but."

"He said that if the master of ceremonies truly believed his behavior was problematic, it would be done as a form of punishment."

Fugrim pulled out a bright red helmet.

He said he would take this with him.

Fugrim's expression was somewhat strange.

For some reason, Casca seemed somewhat... when the topic was brought up at the time.
Can't wait?

Why was he so eager to wear that red helmet?

"Ah!"

Ionid Hill, the second company commander of the Ultramarines who was standing guard beside the Primarch, sneezed.

"Second Captain?"

Robert Guilliman, who was sitting at the Holy Terra desk and had already written a battle plan as tall as a person on parchment, but was still preparing for the expedition deployment, asked.

This scene feels so familiar.

It seems like something happened before?
"My lord, I am alright."

"Thank you for your concern."

　They even have long-range intelligent guided missiles!
　　Titanium is truly amazing!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)