According to the tactics formulated, all the Astartes teams mobilized and began to save the Explorer Fortress who had been surrounded for a long time, with the operation code-named "Blood Eagle".
According to the latest reconnaissance results, there are 4 fortresses in the north of the Pai Shang Star Lord Continent that have not yet fallen, and are marked as Fortress No. 1-4, while 3 fortresses survived in the southern coastal areas of the mainland, marked as No. 5-7, and on the subcontinent and a larger island, three fortresses survived, marked as No. 8-10. These three fortresses are relatively remote, so they are only attacked sporadically.
After a simple assignment, the Dark Angel is responsible for the 4 fortresses in the north, the Knights of the Stars are responsible for the 3 coasts in the south, the White Church is responsible for the 3 overseas, and the Grey Knight is on standby and is ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
According to the plan, they will give priority to saving the residents in the fortress. Due to the vigorous activities of Pai Shangxing, large transport ships cannot pass through and can only use small transport vehicles and local floating barges, which will undoubtedly reduce the efficiency a lot.
But if you want to lead out the Black Legion, you must do so.
Haumo ran quickly to the ordnance deck in the ship. He clasped his helmet and relaxed his body. As a new round of orbital bombing began, he could feel the sound of cannons on the ship rumbling rhythmically from the deck under his feet.
As the assault compartment was sealed in the launch tube like a large torpedo, the thick steel door closed in the huge landing compartment, with only one airdrop compartment still on the loading bracket, maintaining balance above the last launch tube on the left.
There was only one cabin door still open, and red light poured down from the cocoon-like airdrop cabin inside the cabin.
An artillery officer was waiting for Haumor in the open bilge, and they followed him up the ramp, making sure he was tied to the rafted seat belt, and a series of data cables were installed to ensure that the plugs connecting his helmet and generator were safe.
They completed the mission in just a few seconds, and then left the assault pod without saying a word.
The lenses on the helmet are flashing coldly with readings, and the red and blue icons shine with the light of life, reflecting on the curves of the planet.
At first, he was still trying to understand the gushing message, but after a few seconds, he got tired of it.
As soon as the gangway was sealed, the entire airdrop cabin made a harsh bump and landed into its launch tube.
Suddenly, Oscar's rough voice echoed on the team's channel.
"Young guys, this is your first time doing an airborne mission, don't wet your pants."
In this operation, except for the group that is still being transformed, all the new recruits from the Knights of the Star Realm participated, with a total of forty-five people.
Hammer, Oscar and returnee Robin each led a 15-man team, while Zod was the deputy next to Oscar for personal reasons. The reason why Soshiyan arranged a 15-man team for the recruit company rather than the regular 10 people was because the recruits were not as good as veterans in cooperation and needed more firepower support on the front battlefield.
"Come on, Oscar, you vomited the first time you were in the airdrop cabin."
With a loud bang, the airborne cabin stopped pounding, followed by a thud of the sealed hatch door above his head.
"All your little boys would be better prepared for a vomit bag."
A burst of laughter spread across the channel, and Haumo smiled and glanced at the status chart.
All 15 recruits showed green, which was in line with his expectations.
Oscar was ready to roar and retort, but was interrupted by the command channel's priority signal.
"The Tenth Company Airborne Force, I am the fleet commander Lothar."
The voice of the Lord of the Fleet is accessed to the channel.
"You have 30 seconds left to get on track-"
A hollow rumble echoed on the hull of the battle barge, and the signal turned into a harsh static electricity in a second.
“—Now in contact with troops on the ground, now load new landing coordinates and tactical data onto your data board. Get ready for action.”
A few seconds later, the team's status map disappeared, replaced by a detailed map with a scarred small fortress city and a vast outer area.
The fortress, marked No. 6 in the picture, is located on the shore of a restless gray ocean, with mountains extending north and south along the coast for dozens of kilometers.
Twenty kilometers east of the fortress, there is a desolate plain composed of black rocks and red oxides. On the edge of the Great Plains, the dirty swamps and jungles are like another ocean, which separates cruel barbarity from the orderly life of human civilization.
However, now, this No. 6 Fortress is under fierce attack from the enemy, and the main force should be cultists mixed with a small number of Chaos Space Marines.
Haumo wrote down all this and used his keen mind to record every detail.
The icons are shining with the light of life: blue represents the defenders and red represents the enemy.
After only a while, Haumor realized that the situation on the ground was indeed critical.
Although the Chaos Force has suffered long orbital bombardment in the past few hours, there is no doubt that the main method of traitors is underground passages, so it is difficult to accurately locate their general direction and can only temporarily curb their offensive. However, as the distance between the enemy's front and the fortress gradually narrows, orbital bombing no longer works - because it is difficult to avoid accidental injury.
At present, the enemy has successfully broken through a stronghold at the southern entrance of the fortress. There is currently no data on the enemy's strength inside the stronghold. The blue marking is traveling south and east along the railway tracks, trying to attack the rebels from the flanks and drive them out of the stronghold.
It was a brave attempt, but the enemy had already stopped the defenders' counterattack on a bumpy front.
"There are ten seconds left before entering the orbit."
A glowing blue circle appears on the tactical map, showing the landing area where the landing is.
The three squads would land at a foothills at the southern end of the fortress, about two kilometers from the rebel-controlled stronghold, and the strategy adopted from there was obvious: Astart would advance northward, attack the rebels from the other side, cut off the passage to the fortress, and completely cut off the enemy's attack route.
And the high grounds of the southern strongholds will provide excellent firepower and sufficient cover, allowing them to attack the enemy at will.
"5 seconds. Four...three...two...one, start the descending sequence."
The onboard generator of the assault capsule is started after launch. The flickering on the data board indicates that it has returned to its state, and the attitude thruster is started, correcting the tumbling of the capsule in the atmosphere.
It trembled like a toy in the rough hands of a giant.
The twisted air roared past the stabilizer of the airdrop compartment, but the dizzying spiral finally stopped.
A yellow circle leaped on the tactical map, and Gomo frowned, and the airborne track was still deviating, and now they might be very close to the enemy - probably less than a kilometer.