Chapter 1721 Bloody Battle on Hacksaw Mountain (3)
Although the enemy's response was quick, the smart Cadians had anticipated that the enemy would resist inside the fortress, so they brought up the Chimeras, including Cerberus, whose liquid flames quickly ignited the fire.
Those heretics and heavy artillery.
The parapet is full of smoking, twitching mutated corpses. Without the advantage of high ground, the enemy has suffered heavy losses and the tide has been reversed.
As the banner of the Cadian Eighth was hoisted on the parapet, around Creed his brothers were engaged in fierce battle against cultists and mutants showing signs of corruption, as well as large numbers of enemies on the outer walls and deeper areas.
Run between low barricades and engage in hand-to-hand combat with Cadian soldiers.
The existence of these heretics is an insult to the Emperor, and to all Imperial warriors.
When a cultist charged at him, Creed murmured a prayer and shielded himself, knocking the cultist's sword aside and stabbing him with his command sword, a blow with a ferocity driven by confidence.
Unfortunately, the command sword missed the cultist's heart and got stuck on his shoulder. It was a powerful but not fatal blow. The cultist was covered in scabs and riddled with flies. The guy was wearing dirty overalls.
Wearing simple protective gear, it was hard to imagine that this was an enemy that could make the Cadian people pay such a price.
Creed became furious when he thought of Cadian's elite being killed by such a gun. When the command sword passed through the rough material and penetrated the flesh, the foul-smelling yellow liquid seeped out, staining the surrounding ground, making him almost
Vomiting due to stench.
When he drew his sword and stepped back, the cultist roared, opened his mouth to reveal his blackened teeth, and then kicked up with his booted foot. Creed quickly dodged and at the same time squeezed the trigger of the pistol with his finger, but the shot
It only rubbed against the cultist's upper arm, burning the skin with wet sores. Creed doubted whether the cultist could feel the pain from the wound.
The cultist took out a short knife from his belt and stared at Creed hungrily despite the pain. Although his eyes had milky white cataracts, his vision seemed to be very sharp.
Beneath the caked filth and dried blood on the man's face, Creed could see a rough tattoo of a large black hand, the mark of the Red Pirate.
Creed stepped back again when the cultist slashed at him with a knife, missing the blow. Creed knew that many heretics like to use dirty blades to open wounds. Infection is the instinct of their heretical thoughts. They not only try to mutilate or kill
The God-Emperor's people also tried to contaminate them with witchcraft and disease, even corrupting them in the brief moments before death.
Creed had no such desire to engage his enemy at close quarters, but shot the man in the chest with his pistol from a few paces away, waited until the heretic fell, then walked over and thrust the sword into his skull
.
Weak in faith, weak in body, Creed thought.
This is why, despite all their terror and fanaticism, these heretics are doomed to fail.
Walking aside, Creed stepped on another pale body, noticing with disgust the ugly signs of chaos imprinted on its cold, exposed flesh.
These bastards don't deserve to live at all.
Even as they were still fighting, the priests of the regiment also entered the battlefield. They held incense burners and poured out blessed water. The air was filled with the aroma of sacred smoke. The smoke of incense blocked the flames to some extent.
The horrific, sickly stench of burning corpses, and the even worse smell of those traitors while they were still alive.
Listening to those chants, Creed felt the light within himself, certain and convinced that these traitors, no matter how horrific their actions or their heretical beliefs, would be defeated and destroyed.
Here, the Emperor's light will prevail.
At this time, he changed from an adventurer to a commander again. He established his own temporary headquarters on the incomplete protective wall.
There was also a main fortress in the center of the fortress that was higher than the protective wall. The enemy closed the gate and used the machine guns and light artillery on it to fight back desperately, but Creed had already thought of a way.
"Leave those heavy artillery pieces, turn their muzzles, and let them eat their own shells!"
The huge destructive artillery began to turn under the control of the Cadian soldiers, but due to the power outage, most of the artillery could not turn. Only three or four could barely turn, while the Kriegs still persisted in launching attacks on the entrances and exits guarded by the enemy.
, their engineers have also blown several holes.
The ground was torn apart by artillery shells and shook. Several rounds of artillery fell on the anxious front line between the Imperial Army and the Chaos Heretics. The Krieg soldiers rushed through the rolling cyclone and launched an assault on the crazy and twisted cultists and rebels.
The flames of the flamethrowers swept across the fighting soldiers, and soon the entire trench was turned into a sea of flames.
More Krieg soldiers broke into the small trenches and passages filled with crazy enemies under the cover of fire. They slaughtered the heretics with bayonets and frag grenades, and fought their way out. The heavy rain of laser beams and bullets caused soldiers on both sides to be continuously hit.
Fall, die.
However, whether the Krieg soldiers were charging or dying, they were silent. Although this was not the first time he saw it, Creed was still a little creepy. He felt as if he was fighting with a group of dead people.
Shaking his head and throwing away those useless thoughts, he immediately pointed to the main castle.
"Prioritize destroying those enemy firepower points."
Accompanied by the roar of heavy artillery, such close range shooting produced devastating results, and the enemy's firepower was completely wiped out.
But at this moment, Creed heard an unusual roar and a cry of death. He looked towards the source of the sound and shrank suddenly.
I saw some tall red figures slowly walking out from the main fortress. Their armors were covered with spikes and many heads were stuck in them. The chain axes and chain swords in their hands were covered with flesh and blood. There were people lying around.
The mutilated corpses of many Krieg soldiers.
"Damn it! There are Chaos Space Marines here!"
Then, the Chaos Space Marines began their counterattack.
These red pirates all come from a war gang called the "Blade Cowards" and are all believers of the Blood God. They were assigned by Honso to defend this place, but the empire knew nothing about it.
Now, their desire for killing has reached its limit, and stimulants and subspace stimulation are flooding in their brains. Under the leadership of the leader of the warband, a berserker from the World Eaters, the blood-red traitors and
Their slaves pounced on the unsuspecting Imperial troops.
Both Cadian and Krieg soldiers could hear the angry roars and barking war cries of the traitor Astartes.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
At the same time that the Chaos Space Marines launched their attack, the firepower of the besieged main fortress also suddenly increased. Creed saw with his own eyes that the bombardment of a plasma cannon penetrated a Cadian Cerberus fire-breathing tank, and thick black smoke
Flames poured out from the turret hatch and engine compartment, and the howls of the dying could be heard faintly from the heavy armored car body. An armored officer whose whole body was on fire jumped out of the tank and landed in the mud, struggling in pain. Then the entire vehicle
The body exploded into a huge fireball, engulfing all surrounding soldiers.