The sound of gurgling water almost drowned out the sounds of distant battles, but could not block the thunder of orbital bombardment further away.
Tosin walked along the stones covered with black moss, beneath him was a pool of water shrouded in shadow.
A series of water droplets fell from the edge of the moss about thirty meters high, causing splashes on the surface of the pool. This dark place was as humid and dark as a summer night.
Suddenly, he heard noise coming from the top of the waterfall, but there was no cover here, so the Catachan veteran immediately jumped into the pool upon seeing this.
The water was up to his neck, and he raised the rifle with one hand to the level of his ear, a short distance from the water.
Then he moved between the shadows of the rocks with extremely precise movements, carefully moving behind the foam stirred up by the waterfall.
Several shadows moved on the high rocks, perhaps twenty enemy soldiers.
From this distance, he could smell the enemy's rough and ugly scent, which was no different from that of wild beasts. At the same time, a low, rhythmic voice from the helmet communicator came to his ears. It sounded like an unfamiliar language, but he was very happy.
I couldn't understand it at all.
Tosin felt himself becoming afraid - not fear of the enemy, nor fear of death, but fear of the enemy's hateful nature.
The surrounding water was so cold that his limbs were almost frozen, but hot sweat remained on his face.
The enemy troops left soon after
Tosin waited for two minutes to make sure everything was safe. Then he slowly climbed out of the pool and quietly moved forward in the direction from which the enemy came.
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On the other hand, facing the enemy's fierce firepower and the unfavorable muddy lake terrain, Sanjay had to retreat with his troops with unwilling bitterness.
The enemy's firepower was several times greater than their own, and even their troops were almost surrounded by the enemy. Therefore, the Catachans quietly and quickly retreated into the woods, preparing landmines and improvised explosives for the enemy on the way back.
"The enemies are as dense as flies."
Sanjay shouted to Stryker over the radio.
"There are too many of them, and they are very determined to fight.
After a brief radio communication, the platoon commanded by Sanjay immediately headed to a wide creek defended by the platoon commanded by Stryker.
At this time, Stryker was directing the soldiers to advance slowly, heading towards the other side of the river guarded by the enemy.
The enemy soldiers chasing after Sanjay triggered the explosives, and violent explosions echoed in the woods. Stryker suddenly cursed secretly.
According to common sense, this dense jungle terrain could have given the Catachan troops who are good at stealth and concealment a great advantage. However, the enemy troops were as dense as iron powder in the woods and were everywhere.
And although the enemy troops are fighting independently, this also means that the enemy troops have been scattered into countless small units around them, making it difficult to judge their location and direction.
Even the Catachans don't like the chaos in the jungle.
The adjutant leaned out of the bunker and started shooting. Gunter knelt beside him and waved to Sanjay to come over quickly.
The black python Sanjie quickly crossed the open area regardless of the broken bark and leaves flying towards him.
In Stryker's eyes, Sanjay's body covered in broken bark and leaves looked just like the old man of the jungle who would appear at a grand party in his hometown, which was very laughable——
Thinking of this, Stryker was stunned.
Home? What on earth is going on in his mind?
In a hail of bullets, Sanjay quickly squeezed his huge body into the small bunker.
"Sir?"
Stryker took out a data pad from the pocket of his fur coat and inserted it into the slot at the bottom of the communicator carried by the signal soldier.
After that, he entered his password on the small keyboard of the communicator. After a moment, the main combat data transmitted from the remote command vehicle slowly appeared on the data board display.
In order to quickly grasp the battle situation, Stryker chose a complete tactical map that can show the entire battlefield.
The Catachan 183rd Regiment scattered near Mount Olympia was shown to be a slender and fragile line. On both sides of the Mount Olympia front, Cadian's heavy infantry regiments and armored units were engaging in fierce exchanges of fire with the enemy.
With the support of heavy artillery and orbital bombardment, the Dark Angels' troops are advancing from the east and have approached the outskirts of Attica. However, the southern defense line where the Kriegs are located has been completely suppressed by the enemy and is being slowly massacred.
The Black Legion's determination to attack is very resolute. The Qadians are helping the Kriegs to maintain the front line, but the situation is not optimistic.
"Fuck, this is too bad..."
"Then we have to see if we can make some difference."
Stryker responded seriously and calmly. He pressed the button and the status of each unit of the 183rd Regiment was immediately displayed on the screen.
All platoons were suppressed by enemy fire, but Tosin's platoon did not attack.
"Now it's up to Tosin."
At this time, a voice came from Catachan's personal communicator. When he connected it, it was an unexpected person.
"Fighters of Catachan, I am Sergeant Abrash Sith of the Ascetic Chapter, and I have been ordered to come to support you."
At the same time, the enemy's firepower that was shooting wildly was suddenly suffocated, and a tall green figure emerged from the depths of the jungle.
When the other person approached, Stryker was stunned because it was a very Catachan face.
There is a vertical scar on the square face without a helmet, which is very similar to the claw mark of the Catachan demon. It is well hidden by the camouflage paint, and he has short to medium hair.
In his hands, he was still holding several bloody heads, and some of the heads still had broken spines at the ends.
He looked at Stryker, then nodded, pointed to the right, and made a gesture with a very clear meaning.
"attack!"
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At the other end, under the leadership of Tosin, the third row carefully walked around a hidden reservoir, where a waterfall was pouring down from the moss-covered rocks above.
Tosin spread out the platoon and had the soldiers walk across the pool from both sides.
A soldier stopped, picked up something from the ground and showed it to Tosin.
This is a laser gun battery, but it's not Imperial.
"The enemy has been here."
At the other end of the pool, another soldier stopped and turned his head to look at Tosin.
"Head, do you smell that smell?"
Tosin frowned.
"The jungle smells different than it did at first."
Then he scratched his nose, as if he didn't trust his sense of smell.
The dense vegetation in front of him now seems to have become deeper in Tosin's eyes, becoming more and more like the wetland jungle in his hometown.
"Let's keep moving forward. I have a hunch that what we are looking for is right ahead."
The three rows advanced along the stream. After walking for about ten minutes, Tosin, who was behind the low trees, noticed the situation ahead.
The trees were burnt, some were even uprooted, and the ground was littered with corpses.
He moved forward slowly and carefully, carefully observing the corpses along the way.
The dead were all heavily armed Chaos soldiers. They wore laminated black military uniforms, iron armor on key parts, and their helmets were decorated with horrific symbols.
Those symbols gradually made his eyes dry, so he stopped looking at the corpse.
There is nothing here but Chaos Soldiers.
They seemed to have been killed by the impact, but he did not hear the sound of shelling, which was puzzling.
At this moment, a soldier who was conducting scattered reconnaissance roared on the communication channel.
"Look what I found!"
Tosin hurried over, and they saw some magnificent stone buildings in front of them. They looked very ancient, and more importantly, among those buildings, there was a purple door with an ominous halo.
He immediately realized something, and shouted excitedly to the correspondent:
"Tell the colonel that we have found the target!"
At this moment, a noise that seemed far away sounded.
"Damn it, boss, don't touch my thigh!"
"Fuck! It was your finger stuck in my nostril!"
I saw the purple door flash for a while, and then three figures rolled out of it in a ball. Two seconds later, a fourth, more normal person, walked out.
Then the man turned around suddenly, pulled out a long black knife from his waist, cut off a tentacle extending from the door, and then threw something like a grenade back to the side of the door.
With a roar and bright light, the portal disappeared.
The three people on the ground struggled for a long time before they could get away from each other. When they raised their heads, dozens of guns had surrounded them.
The bald man who had already picked up the machete saw that it was a soldier wearing an imperial uniform. He decisively dropped the weapon, then raised his hands and said with a smile: