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After unleashing a deafening barrage, UED's Gustav super-heavy cannons began their relocation operation almost without pause.

Not long after it left, the "Empire's" dense and fierce counterattack came down in quick succession, slamming heavily onto the land that had just been ravaged by super-heavy artillery.

"Xizeduo! The enemy's superweapon is too dangerous. If we let it continue to function, Titan will likely suffer heavy damage!" Eric anxiously found Emperor Champion Xizeduo and explained the dire situation to him.

“I saw it.” Cizedo naturally saw the crimson beam of the Gustav super-heavy cannon as well.

The enemy had made targeted preparations for their actions, which put the Black Templars in an extremely passive position, as they could not dismantle the enemy's command through decapitation.

Nowadays, finding key figures or command posts in enemy territory is harder than climbing to heaven.

“Three squads will assist you in this mission,” Eric said seriously.

However, faced with this support arrangement, Cizedo simply turned his steel helmet slowly, turned his gaze to Eric, and replied in a deep and firm voice, "No, I only need five people."

Upon hearing this, Eric was slightly taken aback at first, but then he took two steps forward without hesitation, approaching Xizedo and declaring decisively, "Alright, count me in! I want to participate in this operation myself!"

Soon, the Black Temple Astartes who had gathered here began a lively discussion and exchange on the communication channel.

After weighing the pros and cons, it was ultimately decided that only four people would participate in the operation.

After all, at this moment, there are still many crucial areas along the entire front that urgently require Space Marines to hold their posts. Otherwise, Krieg's political commissar alone would be unable to stop those fearless Krieg soldiers from launching a frenzied charge.

The fighting on the front lines was like a raging storm, never ceasing for a moment.

The deafening artillery fire from the Krieg artillery was incessant, as if it were tearing the whole world apart.

After each shelling, the earth would tremble and billow with dust.

Immediately after this terrifying bombardment, the Krieg Death Legion, like a pack of crazed beasts, launched wave after wave of attacks, showing no regard for human life.

On this infantry position, which was only three kilometers apart, the mountains of corpses were a shocking sight.

The vast majority of them were members of the Krieg Death Legion, but their sacrifice did not stop the brutal war from continuing.

The Krieg Legion's almost relentless bombardment and charges put immense psychological pressure on the UED soldiers.

Under prolonged periods of this stress, many UED soldiers have developed neurasthenia.

They mechanically and numbly pulled the triggers, their eyes vacant and lifeless, as if they had lost their souls.

Many UED soldiers were hiding in bunkers, trembling and praying that the shelling wouldn't land near them.

Despite wearing advanced powered armor, death remained a constant threat under such intense artillery fire, and could strike at any moment.

Some experienced UED officers felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing the scene before them.

Isn't this just like the brutal trench warfare of World War I? Only now the weapons are more advanced and their destructive power is even more astonishing.

However, before the outcome between the air force and the giant mechs was decided, the UED officers were helpless and could only watch as their soldiers struggled to hold on under the enemy's relentless bombardment.

"Hey! I have an idea!" a UED officer exclaimed excitedly, slapping his thigh.

His eyes gleamed with confidence, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

“Since the enemy is a kind of feudal religious force, why don’t we send out Ghost Agents to carry out a decapitation strike and take out their commander? That way, the enemy will inevitably fall into chaos and collapse on their own!” The officer became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands in the air, trying to make the others understand his idea more clearly.

However, the other UED officers present frowned upon hearing this.

One of them said worriedly, "But... the number of Ghost Agents in the military is really limited, and this mission is extremely risky. If it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Nevertheless, everyone understood that this might be a viable option if the goal was to achieve the greatest results with the least cost.

After all, if the opposing commander is successfully killed, the battle could end instantly.

At this moment, the officer who had just offered advice spoke up again: "Please don't rush, everyone. I have a follow-up plan. I have observed that there are some figures similar to political commissars in the enemy camp."

If we could secretly assassinate these political commissars one by one, it would certainly severely damage the enemy's morale.

Without a core leader and spiritual guide, their fighting capacity will inevitably be greatly reduced.

He paused for a moment, then added, "Moreover, from what I understand, these political commissars are not under tight layers of protection, and our ghost agents should be able to easily find an opportunity to assassinate them."

The other UED officers began to whisper among themselves upon hearing this.

After a brief discussion, everyone agreed that this method made a lot of sense.

It was as if their Ren and Du meridians had suddenly been opened, and all sorts of novel combat strategies kept emerging from their minds.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was lively and enthusiastic, with everyone contributing their wisdom and ideas.

Cezard led his squad members carefully to the firing position of the Gustav super-heavy gun provided by the Krieg artillery.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and the ground still bore the charred marks of shelling.

The huge track tracks resembled a ferocious giant python, winding its way into the distance.

Xizedo crouched down slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the display screen in his helmet.

The screen clearly showed the direction in which the tracks spread, like a map guiding their way forward.

At the same time, he quickly retrieved the detailed intelligence previously transmitted by the reconnaissance unit and marked several areas where artillery positions might exist.

After careful observation and analysis, Xizedo gradually formed a judgment in his mind.

He straightened up, looked at the artillery position he had marked as the most likely one in the distance, and then turned to his teammates and said, "Let's go, brothers! The target is just ahead. Let's unravel this mystery."

Having said that, he took the lead and strode off in that direction.