Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"I never expected this! This group of heretics, who deserve to be chopped to pieces, actually possesses such a large number of heavy artillery with astonishing power!

If we weren't so lucky, we'd all be dead here right now!"

Isar, the third captain of the Bronze Dragon Regiment, collapsed like a puddle of mud on the ground covered with dust and smoke.

While gasping for breath, he turned his head to look at the second company commander Zuckerberg who was also breathing heavily not far away. His originally strong and stern face now revealed an expression of relief for surviving the disaster.

The Astartes Space Marines possessed physical fitness that surpassed that of ordinary humans, but even such powerful beings would be killed on the spot if they failed to dodge such terrifying heavy artillery bombardment.

"The terrifying firepower wielded by these heretics is far more ferocious than even some of the Dark Mechanicus who betrayed the Imperium! I truly cannot fathom how they acquired so many heavy weapons."

A deep look of doubt also appeared on Zuckerberg's face.

They had just successfully landed on the planet, but to their surprise, what greeted them was not the enemy infantry they had imagined, but an overwhelming and intensive heavy artillery bombardment that poured down like raindrops.

Fortunately, the extraordinary running speed of the Astartes Space Marines played a key role at this moment, allowing them to escape from the sudden and fierce artillery attack and avoid the tragic fate of being wiped out as soon as they landed.

"Drip!"

"This is extremely abominable! Many of the internal systems of this armor have been severely damaged and are no longer usable."

When Isar saw the information appearing on the built-in combat screen of his helmet, he cursed angrily, struggled to get up from the ground, and began to check the damage to his armor.

"Many systems within my armor have also been damaged."

Zuckerberg also got up from the ground and began to check the damage to his power armor.

The power armor of the Astartes Space Marines had obviously suffered huge damage from the aftermath of the explosion during the heavy artillery bombardment.

Although the outer ceramic steel armor plate was not destroyed by the aftermath of the explosion, many of its internal systems still suffered certain damage under the impact of the shock wave.

The Astartes Space Marines quickly repaired some minor damage to the power armor so that it would not be unusable, and everyone gathered around Zuckerberg and Isel.

The two checked the number of Space Marines. From the 200 Space Marines at the time of departure, there were only more than 130 Space Marines who could still be gathered together.

On the way to landing on the planet Jesta and facing heavy artillery bombardment after landing, almost one-third of the manpower was lost, which was a heavy loss for the Astartes Space Marines.

"Damn it! We must completely wipe out these damned heretics to avenge our fighting brothers."

Looking at the seventy fewer battle brothers, Isel couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Well, revenge is necessary. But we have to complete our mission first."

Zuckerberg stopped Iser from cursing and spoke to comfort him.

"I understand." Iser nodded to indicate that he would not be blinded by hatred.

"From which direction should we attack the defensive position built by those hateful heretics?"

Iser held the advanced combat augury instrument tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the data and images that kept flashing and changing on it.

The scanned image was quickly transmitted to the combat screen on Zuckerberg's helmet.

Zuckerberg frowned slightly, staring solemnly at the scene displayed on the battle screen in front of him.

I saw that the main defense position of the heretics covered an extremely large area, standing on the earth like an indestructible fortress.

Surrounding this massive main defensive position were countless smaller defensive positions of varying sizes. These outer fortifications coordinated with each other, forming an impenetrable line of defense.

What is even more troublesome is that if an attack is launched on any outer defense position, the main defense position located in the core position can not only provide powerful artillery support immediately.

Moreover, reinforcements can be dispatched to the battlefield at an astonishing speed, making the entire defense system extremely difficult and hard to break.

"After careful observation, I've discovered that the defensive positions in all directions are virtually identical. In that case, why don't we launch a direct frontal assault?"

After pondering for a long time, Zuckerberg finally raised his head, turned to look at Iser beside him, and spoke in a firm tone.

Because he knew very well that facing such a tight and solid defense line, any strategy of outflanking or surprise attack would probably be difficult to work.

Only by relying on our own fearless charge and powerful strength beyond that of ordinary people can we have a glimmer of hope to break through the enemy's defenses.

Before setting off, the two of them had agreed that each would lead a company of elite soldiers to attack the heretics from different directions simultaneously, hoping that this two-pronged tactic would disrupt the enemy's deployment and put them in a difficult situation where they could not take care of both ends.

But now seeing that this group of heretics possessed such terrifying firepower, and their respective companies had been severely damaged, they could no longer attack in two directions, and could only launch an attack together.

"Okay, let's decide it this way!"

Iser nodded in agreement with Zuckerberg's decision. Iser paused and continued:

"I think we need to keep a considerable distance between ourselves when we attack. Otherwise, given the terrifying firepower possessed by those heretics, if we attack together, we'll likely suffer even more severe firepower and suffer significant losses."

Iser also put forward his own suggestions. The terrifying covering fire attack just now had left Iser with some psychological trauma.

The firepower attack of this group of heretics was too fierce. Without the support of heavy firepower units, even the powerful Space Marines would find it difficult to withstand such a terrifying attack.

"Your suggestion is very good, let's do it!"

When Zuckerberg heard Iser's suggestion, he immediately nodded in agreement, thinking that Iser's suggestion made sense.

"set off!"

Zuckerberg waved his hand and led all the Astartes Space Marines to rush quickly towards the defense position.