Garland Salomon stood on a sandbag, condescendingly watching the soldiers fight in bloody battles. Their defensive formations were very effective in resisting the initial charge of the demons, but now they are withering like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
The demons seem to have weakened, but they are still deadly creatures. Every swing of the sword will take a life. There are only a hundred demons that appear, but they push thousands of Cadian soldiers into a desperate situation.
Garlan Salomon held his sword high, the power sword gleaming and casting light around him.
Suddenly, he trembled, but he tried his best to hide it. His wound still hurt like a needle in his intestines. This was caused by the sharp claws of a vampire on his abdomen when he chopped off his head.
But he had to stay close to his soldiers, even in pools of blood up to his ankles. The soldiers respected a commander who was willing to bleed and stand with them, but he feared that if he did, he might never be able to stand again.
posture.
Morale is everything. It must inspire people and give them courage. It must not bend in pain or languish in battle.
Just like the battle flag of Cadian, although it has changed dozens of flag bearers, it has never fallen. Even if it is riddled with bullets, it still stands like a fortress - just like
Cadian itself.
"Hold on, Cadian!"
Talking had exhausted his energy, making it difficult for him to think, let alone fight.
The collision of laser guns and weapons was everywhere, and the sound became louder and louder. The air was filled with the smell of blood, rust, and stench.
The frantic red and black figure disappeared in the melee and then reappeared. Garlan Salomon caught a glimpse of several demons holding blood-stained magic swords and wearing studded Khorne's crown approaching him, hungry for more killings.
It was filled with the mangled corpses of Cadian soldiers.
Feeling the cruel gaze of the other party, Garland Salomon's heart pounded like a blacksmith's anvil, but he knew he had no way out.
What followed was a collision and a fight. Captain Cadian used the power sword in his hand to block the blow of one of the demons. The opponent's power shocked his shoulder, but he ignored the pain after injecting the last dose of adrenaline and used the sword's edge.
Stab the devil whose nose is spitting the stench of sulfur.
Black blood spurted out from the demon's wound, and the drawn sword blade drew an arc. Then the surrounding soldiers all drew out their bayonets, stabbing the demon into a ball of blood mist.
Suddenly, someone was screaming nearby, but Garland Salomon didn't recognize who it was.
Then he realized who the voice was.
Commissar Grigori died. He was pierced by a demon's sword. The blasphemous demon sword tore his breastplate and drained his blood. He also blasted all the explosives in his pistol at the demon.
on the head.
It's a worthy ending for a fearless warrior.
"Warriors! For the Emperor! For Cadian!"
Garland Salomon swung again, slashing at the chest of a demon, but the opponent immediately blocked it with his sword, and then a blood-red tongue flew out of the big mouth full of sharp teeth, and struck the body of Captain Cadian.
A stab in the side.
At that moment, he felt that his blood was almost drained, he almost fell down, and his sword fell to the ground.
But the strong hands behind him held him up, and several bayonets struck from the left and right, destroying the demon.
"We are united!"
Whispering the slogan of the 356th Regiment, Garland Salomon squeezed out the last bit of strength to stand firm. The devil dealt a heavy blow to the Cadian people, but they still refused to surrender.
As soon as he took a breath, Garland Salomon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arms and sides of his body. The bitter smile on his face was distorted. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, and his lungs trembled. It was like
Breathing hot cinders.
You can't let me see you like this.
Garland Salomon found that even the voices in his head sounded painful. He wanted to retrieve the sword he had dropped, but found that he could barely move.
He immediately realized that if he bent down to pick it up, he might never be able to stand up again.
"The Merciful Emperor"
He whispered harshly, his voice was staccato and harsh, and there was a taste of rust in his mouth.
Then, his world fell into darkness——
"How can it be"
The pain is unbearable.
The wizard and commander of the Red Pirates stumbled forward. He felt that his sense of smell had disappeared and was overwhelmed by the smell of blood on the killing field.
Before taking two steps, he collapsed in the mud and struggled to crawl forward with his other intact hand and knees.
As a space warrior, he has never been so embarrassed.
He looked around to see how far he was from the battlefield, but he saw a nasty savage on horseback pointing a spear at him and shouting:
"This beast is hurt!"
Not long after, he heard the sound of horse hooves.
Horse, he has never hated this creature so much in his life as he does today.
The red pirate wizard and commander groaned and stumbled to his feet. He kept running forward, falling, getting up, running, and falling again.
Then, he felt that the coldness that was killing his witchcraft was quickly approaching. If it weren't for this damn untouchable, he wouldn't be like this -
"Who are you!?"
Turning around, he let out a vague roar, but what came face to face was a cold sword. Then his mutated head was separated from his torso and was caught in someone's hand. Dozens of cavalry rumbled on him.
He passed his fallen body and stepped it into the mud.
As the wizard died, the demon he summoned also disappeared, and the leaderless Red Pirate Legion suddenly dispersed.
However, Dankizik, who knew that the other party would be back soon, strung the wizard's head on a spear and rushed to the fortress to fish for the man. However, at this time, there were only more than 300 people left in the Cadian 356th Regiment.
Surrounded by their fallen leader who never fell.
After expressing respect for these warriors, Dankzik also conveyed new instructions.
Eyning had fallen, they had delayed long enough for other units to set up a defensive line, and now the 356th Cadian Regiment could withdraw.
The Qadians didn't say anything, they just quietly collected the remains of the fallen soldiers, placed them in the underground warehouse of the fortress, took away their nameplates, and then blew up the fortress, and they would personally send the bodies of the regimental commander and political commissar back to the rear.
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Ten hours after the Red Pirates launched their attack on Drad, the planet's capital Ainin fell and the planet's governor was killed. Two other hives and a transshipment port also fell.
The garrison troops on Draad also put up a tenacious and difficult resistance. More than one million Astra Militarum soldiers were killed, and nearly five million irregular troops sacrificed their lives. In exchange, they got the red man who commanded this battle.
Pirate war leader Ingvar Pozo's outrageous casualty figures, not counting the deaths of millions of Tyrant soldiers in 10 hours, more than 600 of the Red Pirates' Space Marines alone were killed, as well as nearly 50 Terminators.
As well as twenty-one heavy ground vehicles that are extremely valuable to the Red Pirates.
All these casualties come from, on the one hand, the armored forces of the Astra Militarum and several teleportation raids that stole everything, and on the other hand, they come from the unusually large number of heavy plasma and melt weapons of the local Astra Militarum, especially the katana.
Elite Astra Militarum forces such as Dean, Krieg and Mordian basically have several heavy plasma and melt weapon squads in each regiment.