After more reinforcements from the Black Legion appeared, Soshyan already knew that Abaddon planned to trap him here - but his focus was still on the surrounded Fortress No. 7, so this determined that he would not invest much
The power is basically composed of cultists and a large number of small demons, mixed with some Chaos Space Marines.
If that's all, then he's almost successful.
Now Soshyan only has more than 200 soldiers and more than 50 castle-level combat robots around him. The knight family has been on standby near Fortress No. 7.
It seems he has no more reinforcements.
But as early as a week ago, he used the material transport ship to load and unload the auxiliary troops of the battle group to the surface of the planet.
For most Chapters, the mortal auxiliary forces are insignificant, as they lack most of the equipment and vehicles possessed by the regular Astra Militarum, but the mortal auxiliary forces of the Astral Knights have been managed by Soshyan for many years.
The scale and equipment level are not comparable to those of ordinary battle group auxiliary forces.
Soshyan even gave them an official name, the Aswaran Legion.
This may be the only area where Abaddon miscalculated.
"...The first regiment, attack the left wing! The second regiment, in coordination with the armored assault battalion, attack the right wing!"
The explosion of the rocket burned mortals to ashes, and the impact killed more thugs. When the mortal auxiliary troops of the Astral Knights came from the west, the enemy army was already in chaos.
Then, deadly flowers bloomed together, and a large number of Cerberus tanks equipped with flamethrowers ignited vast areas of purifying fire.
A few minutes later, the heavy vehicles arrived, and the enemy's casualties began to skyrocket. The behemoth with roaring engines fell into the massacre.
Malcador Heavy Tank, Leman Russ Heavy Tank, Leman Russ Conqueror, Basilisk——
A large number of heavy vehicles originally belonging to the Astra Militarum appeared on the battlefield.
The infantry of the Aswaran Legion are also well-equipped. In addition to the silver flake bulletproof armor covering their entire body, they are also equipped with a large number of new light plasma weapons. These equipments contain some of the human technology of the Golden Age, whether it is
The efficiency and strength are much higher than ordinary Astra Militarum equipment.
Soshyan stood at the forefront and directed the battle. He locked the pistol on his belt and raised the Holy Sword high, unleashing hatred on the despicable traitors who dared to rush towards him.
The thugs were helpless in the face of the oncoming force, and their numbers decreased sharply.
The Asvaran army kills faster than the few Astartes. The harder they attack, the more focused and ruthless they become.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Soshyan grabbed the coat of a cultist who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and raised the guy to eye level, ignoring other attacks around him.
His captives scratched and resisted, spat, and were speechless in their rage.
Soshyan looked into the eyes of this degenerate, but did not see anything familiar in this madness - this madman did not leave any humanity behind, he was just a machine made of flesh and blood, filled with empty flesh.
Angry, that's all.
"There is nothing to understand about you."
Soshyan said to the poor man, throwing him aside, and found that other thugs were attacking him, trying to kill him through numbers and hatred.
He held the Sheng Yan Sword in his hand and drew an arc.
His head fell to the ground, his expression frozen in the final roar.
He cut a bloody path through the raging waves and continued his observation of the battlefield. He was still looking for a quick way to resolve the battle, but found nothing.
A Sikaran battle tank came to him, and Soshyan stopped.
He felt something was wrong, so he boarded the tank.
Looking around, the direction from which the enemy came was already a sea of fire. The traitors did not have many vehicles. Two Predators were facing west, two Rhinos were lined up in the second row for support, and Chaos Space Marines in black armor lined up behind the tanks.
battle front.
They guard a mountain of ruins, on which stands a dancing Chaos Wizard.
The man's actions tightly grabbed Soshyan's attention. The black web twitched at the edge of his sight, and blood red oozed from the ground. The madman preached to the madman. Although there was still a considerable distance between them, the gestures of the other party were not so weird.
.
Soshyan could feel some kind of surging power, and so could the thugs below. The churning sea of people was a response to the gesture.
When he pulled it inward, the crowd gathered inward; when he pushed it outward, the crowd rushed westward.
They are all his puppets.
"Brothers Rodrigues."
Soshyan said over the radio:
"The wizard who is instigating, he is the primary threat, target him."
"Yes, Chapter Commander."
Sikaran's main gun opened fire, killing scores of mortals in the explosion, and a Rhino was engulfed in flames, but the traitors on the turret still fired back.
The wizard's figure disappeared from sight, and Soshyan guessed that the wizard had been shattered into pieces.
At this time, a sudden explosion came from the sky.
The Thunderhawk and Stormcrow gunship formations replenished their ammunition and returned again, weaving a web of fire in the sky, and the roaring sounds were endless: engines, guns, explosions, and air currents.
On the ground, the Aswaran army crushed the tide of anger, heavy tanks marching at the front line of the team, their Firestorm cannons igniting the sea of people.
The siege shield in front of the vehicle shoveled away the dead enemies and the struggling thugs who were burned in flames, and pushed aside the smoking flesh and blood. Soshyan stood on the Sikaran tank and watched the steel mercilessly destroy the original planet.
The inhabitants were burned to ashes. What he saw before him was not war, but a necessary extermination.
No matter how things end up on the Red Sand Mountains, there is no cure for the infestation of Chaos. It has been two years since the invasion of the Black Legion, and it is difficult to say that there are any innocent people on this planet.
When the war is over, he will support the decision of the Extermination Order.
"Fighters of the Aswaran Legion!"
Subsequently, Soshyan broadcast on the command channel:
"You fought well, now, let's start the reckoning!"
The Chaos Space Marines also moved quickly, setting fire to their backpacks one by one in an attempt to escape the fire zone.
But the ensuing barrage gave them a head-on blow. Two traitors were directly hit by assault guns and were shattered to pieces in the explosion of their jump packs. Others were also injured and landed awkwardly not far from the front of the team.
Their bolters spit fire and exploded behind the lead tank.
One of the traitors fell behind the Sikaran battle tank. Ustad ignored the flying bombs, jumped out of the top compartment, and fired back with his own pistol.
He struck the traitor's breastplate, sending smoke rising from the power armor. The Chaos Space Marine stepped back, then charged, firing forward.
Ustad lowered his posture and thrust out the sword in his hand.
The sword blade cut through the ceramic steel and sank into the flesh. The traitor tried to break free, but Ustad took a step forward and hooked him with his arm.
The two were hugging each other like friends, but Ustad was pushing hard on the hilt of the sword, grinding the armor and bones.
"Repent, traitor."
"no way--"
The trembling Chaos Space Marine raised his fist and tried to smash it into Ustad's face.
The second company commander smashed open the traitor's arm, swung the sword upward, and neatly cut open the traitor's chest.