In the war concerto composed of the loud explosions and the screams of laser guns, the chants and drums became louder and louder, and another wave of cultists rushed towards the castle. Yarick bid farewell to the artillery commander and quickly returned to the heights.
On the control tower.
"There's something wrong with them."
The temporary adjutant who was standing on the command tower suddenly warned, and Yaric magnified the image in the telescope.
He saw that many of the cultists at the front were wearing clothes full of bombs or holding explosives in their hands.
"Don't let them cross the bridge!"
He immediately ordered, and then the snipers on the wall began to kill those who blew themselves up.
Some people exploded when they died. One of them had almost rushed across the bridge when he was hit. The explosives on his body released a huge arc of flames. Alex even felt the ground beneath his feet shaking.
"They stepped up their game."
The situation was actually not very good. While the artillery was trying to suppress the enemy's artillery, more heretics rushed towards the fortifications of the old castle. The soldiers on the parapet turned their guns and aimed at the first wave of enemies.
The Astra Militarum troops, who had undergone long-term live-fire shooting training, showed their excellent marksmanship at this moment. One after another, the heretics fell like harvested straw. The first charge quickly collapsed, and the stragglers turned around and ran quickly.
Go and join up with the second wave of assault.
The heavy bolter also stopped chattering angrily.
"Well done, soldiers."
Alec's voice echoed over the castle.
“But there’s no time to celebrate and giggle”
Another wave of enemies has burst out of the rain and fog.
"Second wave!"
He called:
"Everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes!"
If the first wave of enemies looked reckless and weak, compared to the current ones, they look like harmless peasants.
The cultists who rushed out this time were all wearing rough armor made of scrap iron and leather connected with leather ropes or bolts. The armor was full of spikes, with human skin and bloody heads hanging on it.
Amidst howls, they rushed towards them brandishing crude firearms and knives, and a few of their limbs had mutated.
The emperor is above.
Alex prayed.
Give us strength.
"I need heavy blasters to focus on those mutated bastards, and leave the rest to mortars and lasguns, understand? Pyro, wait for orders, don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need medium-range suppressive fire,
Concentrate fire to attack the gathered enemies, just like before."
Under Yarick's dispatch, heavy weapons teams were ready at various locations along the defense line.
The second wave of enemies was approaching quickly while firing fiercely in the general direction of the defenders.
Lucky for us.
Seeing how unprofessional the enemy was, Alex couldn't help but think:
"Even at close range they can't even hit an Ogryn."
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a soldier a few meters away to the right of the gate being thrown towards the back wall with a force that could break his bones. His body fell to the floor with half of his head missing, as if he had been hit hard by something.
It's like taking a bite.
Within a few seconds, two more soldiers at about the same position fell. The fatal wounds on their heads stained the back wall red, and the blood was diluted by the rain before it even flowed down the wall.
"Damn it!"
At the same time, the heretics at the front crossed the stone bridge over the trench, jumped over the barbed wire fence and the embankment of sandbags. Some were knocked down by the barbed wire, while others used their backs as if they were passing through dangerous barbs.
The bridge board was trampled directly from above.
"Pyrotroopers guard the intersection."
Alex yelled into the communicator.
"Get a damn Pyro, now!"
A moment later, the Pyrotroopers hidden on the right side of the doorway opened fire, and a stream of blazing torch fuel spurted out along the stone bridge, greedily devouring the enemy's flesh and blood.
In just a few seconds, only the molten iron pieces of armor, weapons and iron boots were left on the bridge that was originally full of people, proving that those people had once existed.
However, more and more enemies were still jumping over the bridge, and even the flamethrower ran out of fuel and could not completely stop them.
"The enemy is attacking!!"
The laser gunner immediately stepped forward to take up the position of the flamethrower.
The gate of the castle has long disappeared over the years. Yerrick can only seal it with a temporary roadblock, but a minute ago, it was blasted open by a rocket, so it must be defended with the blood of soldiers.
Not only here, but also at the entrances in other directions of the castle, enemies are attacking.
In just a few minutes, the troops he had on hand were already stretched thin.
"Listen up, warriors!"
Yarick said sharply into the loudspeaker:
"We have them at the bottleneck. The narrow entrance prevents them from putting up a good fight. I need them to be shot until they are within bayonet range! You know what to do after that. Hold the line and remember the Emperor's blessing.
!”
Shouts that broke out along the parapet filled the air.
"Emperor's Blessing!"
Yarrick walked out of the command tower and was about to join the battlefield. Once a brutal hand-to-hand battle broke out, their numerical disadvantage would be magnified.
He didn't know whether he could survive today.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky. At this moment, the gloomy dark clouds were like endless enemies, weighing heavily on his and everyone's heads.
"Aren't you willing to help us?"
He wanted to shout to the emperor, but he couldn't say a word.
He can only vent it in his heart.
Alex raised his head, tears rolling down his face that was hit by the cold rain - this contained his anger, his frustration and the grief that he was helpless about what was about to happen.
This is also his prayer, his silent call to the Lord of Mankind, his cry until death, his desperate plea for a miracle.
It was also in this silence that a miracle occurred——
It appeared in the form of silvery gray streaks, descending rapidly through the mist, with the sun shining brightly on the hull.
At first, it looked like a dagger stabbing into the sky, but then it dropped so fast it was like a meteor hurtling toward the ground.
Then its descent angle became gentle, and it flew over less than thirty meters away from the control tower window.
It was a craft of the Adeptus Astartes, a Thunderhawk, and Alec recognized it.
And this color was not unfamiliar to him at all, because he had fought alongside them on another battlefield, the Adeptus Astartes, the Astral Knights.
Throughout the empire, they will always be symbols of heroes, they are both death and redemption.
The roar of the engine resounded across the battlefield. When the Thunderhawk passed by Yerike, it deliberately slowed down, then quickly left and flew towards the river bank.
At the same time, its wings began to roar and its weapons roared, life-saving music.