Sergeant Major Miller flew across the battle line, weaving between the armored units on both wings - the Astra Militarum usually used Chimeras for transport, but most of them had been destroyed in the battle against the xenos.
At that time, the greenskins broke in with rocket packs, demolished all the tanks with tomahawks and bombs, and tore the crews into pieces.
The company commander had disappeared, so the sergeant major had no choice but to step forward and lead the remaining members of the company.
Not far away, the remaining armored troops advanced in a curve, dodging greenskin grenades and mortars, trying to get closer to the fragile defense line on the edge.
Shells exploded all around them, creating craters and spraying deadly shrapnel at the fleeing infantry.
In this case, the armored vehicle, like a person, rushes into a temporary crater at the same time, creating the illusion that it is safe.
More shells immediately fell around them, shaking the ground.
Miller lay on the edge of the crater and looked at the chaotic battlefield. The 4337th Infantry Regiment of the Astra Militarum was still holding on to its position, fighting almost frantically against the violent greenskins.
But their efforts were of little significance. The greenskins had already rushed to the position, killing everywhere indiscriminately and trampling the wounded under their feet.
The remaining infantrymen were making a last-ditch resistance with bayonets and grenades, hoping against hope but with crazy determination to attack the huge opponent.
The veterans formed a line of defense alone and kept shooting at the Orks.
Finally, the Chimera formation reached the gap in the defense line.
When the hatch opened, a group of huge and muscular Ogryns swarmed out of the Chimera, charging at the greenskins with Ripper heavy bolters. When the enemy was close enough, they even carried heavy
The machine gun is swung like a bat.
Ogryns are one of the few mutants who can serve in the Astra Militarum. Their hometown is a low-gravity world. The residents above have become extremely large and strong due to the environment. Therefore, every Ogryn
They are all more than two meters tall, have strange strength commensurate with their body size, and a powerful body that can withstand wounds that can kill a mortal several times. However, the price is that their intelligence is so low that they are almost out of the category of intelligent life.
Although their appearance is so terrifying that they are infinitely close to aliens, according to the research of imperial geneticists, they are indeed genetically pure humans, the descendants of humans who evolved due to physical effects in extremely special environments.
Because of their brute force, which is close to that of the Astartes, the Ogryns have long been favored by the Empire's armed forces, and have often been deployed as assault troops on the front lines of battles since the Great Crusade.
Of course, the limitations of the Ogryn troops are also very large. Their weapons and equipment must be simple and strong, because these large blocks
The head will simply and crudely use anything within its reach as a club.
The heavy tearing guns they used must also be equipped with a fire suppression device to prevent them from firing unprovoked - otherwise these big demihumans would have finished their bullets in a roar 30 seconds before the battle started.
Ogryns are easily confused by complex orders, so they must be given simple and straightforward orders and instructions in order for them to carry them out correctly - with the exception of a few individuals named "Smartheads".
In addition, their personal hygiene problems also give the Astra Militarum a headache.
However, as long as they complete the indoctrination of the imperial dogma, their puppy-like loyalty, tough physique and powerful strength will
Under the organization of the Empire, they became effective living weapons.
Many senior officers and political commissars of the Astra Militarum are even willing to surround themselves with a few relatively smart but loyal Ogryn bodyguards.
So it can be imagined that as soon as these giants joined the battlefield, they roared and beat the greenskins that came up to them, and they all turned around and fled back to where they started.
The gap has been temporarily filled, but it is still far from safe.
As the earth trembled, the sentry team strode out of a temporary hangar at the far end of the landing zone.
Led by Sergeant Swann, the huge feet of the bipedal walking mecha shook the ground, crushing handfuls of greenskins at will, while the automatic cannon under the nose of the machine kept firing to disperse the enemy group.
His two wings were protected by two other Sentinels spraying chemical flames, and together they strode into the smoke of the battlefield.
Behind the relatively safe greenskin line, the Ork leader sneered noisily at the Storm Boys, and jumped up and down to point at the three large mechas that were running rampant in the front row of the Ork team.
Under the power of its big feet, the truck below was gradually deformed.
The mechas kept firing at the gunner boys, and one of them even kept firing cannonballs across the battlefield, blowing up the stick bomb boys in the crowd.
The thugs responded to the war boss's roar and began to gather around a certain Storm Boy.
Four boys held it down, while another strapped a big rocket to its back. A technician boy roared and slapped the opponent as he nailed the device to its tough skin.
"I'm optimistic about you, kill these shrimps!"
When they were done, the knocked out Stormboy stood up awkwardly, punched Techboy in the face, and lit the rocket.
The tail flame ignited a Grot that was about to crawl away. It just screamed and turned into a small pile of ashes.
Stormboy yelled as the rocket pushed him into the air, and the other Stormboys responded by stomping their feet on the ground.
The big Ork drew a shallow arc and flew over the heads of his compatriots while waving his weapon.
A few seconds later, it hit the side of a mecha, and the knife cut into the armor plate to prevent it from falling.
Sergeant Swann in the mecha leaned out of the cab, his eyes showing fear, and he hurriedly tried to pick up the pistol on his belt. Storm Boy chuckled evilly at his face.
Then, without any hesitation, the rocket's warhead detonated.
"Dry!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sergeant Major Miller watched Swann's sentry explode and immediately got back into the crater to avoid the shock wave from the explosion.
He remembered clearly that Swann only fought on the battlefield for a few minutes.
Most of the armored troops had climbed out from the other side of the crater, stumbling towards the empty trench amid the rain of debris.
Miller could only run behind them in panic, almost crazy that this road was safe.
boom----!
Suddenly, a series of huge explosions appeared between them and the target. Everyone immediately lay on the ground waiting to be torn apart by the explosion, but the explosion did not come close.
Lying on the rumbling ground, Miller secretly glanced in the direction of the explosion.
Several steaming orbital drop capsules stood airtight on the ground in front of them, and Ork's bullets hitting them could not cause any damage at all.
With the dull sound of metal collision and the hiss of depressurization, the door of the airborne cabin began to slowly open.
A tall warrior strode out of the steaming drop pod next to Miller. He was more than two meters tall, wearing silver-gray power armor with dark thunderclouds covering it.
After he stepped out of the steam envelope, he looked calmly to both sides, observing the battlefield, his black eyes flashing as his brain thought and calculated.
This mighty warrior had no intention of seeking cover in the face of the roaring bullets.
Miller opened his mouth in awe after realizing who these monster-like warriors were.
They are the Astartes - the Emperor's Space Marines.
Miller had heard of their legends, but never expected to see one in person in his lifetime.
Similar giants came out of other drop pods, and then more people appeared from the first pod, standing behind the unusually calm warrior.
They immediately lined up in a wide fan shape, the black eyepieces on their helmets scanning the battlefield, and the bolters in their hands were ready to fire at possible targets.
"Space Marine..."
Miller said to himself, unsure whether to cheer for their arrival or to hide in the crater behind them.
The Space Marine standing at the front was the only one without a helmet. When he looked at Miller who was lying on the rubble, obviously trying to escape, the mortal couldn't help but curl up and try to avoid the angel's gaze.
The Space Marine looked up and down emotionlessly, then waved his hand and gave an order to his squad.
"go ahead!"
Without a word of questioning, the Space Marines in silver-grey armor began to run towards the most intense battle location on the front line.
They leaped across the crater, firing a precise burst of bombs with every step forward.
When the bolts flew over the heads of the Astra Militarum soldiers in the trenches and hit the greenskins, the soldiers who still stood their ground burst into cheers and regained their strength.