"General?" The person who came was extremely stout, and he could fill the entire exit of the bunker by himself.
11-25 squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly. In the backlight, he found a familiar red in the national defense gray.
"Lieutenant Colonel, what should I call you?" 11-25 asked.
The visitor looked up when he heard the sound, and looked confused when he saw an unfamiliar face.
"Lieutenant Colonel!" 11-25 emphasized again, and the general star on his shoulder also made the other party wake up.
"General!" He subconsciously stamped his chest, but this made 11-25's expression even worse.
"807 Panzergrenadier Regiment?" 11-25 asked, looking at the crossed grenades on the opponent's collar badge.
"Yes! The Emperor's blessing! Konev, political commissar of the 807th Panzer Grenadier Regiment, salutes you!" Konev replied loudly, the tension in his voice clearly visible.
"Konev? Should I follow your custom and call you by your full name?" 11-25 stood motionless and asked with a frown.
"No need, you can directly address my position." Astra Militarum political commissar Konev replied.
He hesitated because the distance between the two people was too close. But the sound of footsteps behind him sounded one after another. They were the guards accompanying Konev.
"You just arrived?"
"Why hasn't your regiment arrived at the scheduled position for so long?"
"Where is your chief officer? Why did you come to the headquarters to report?"
11-25's tone became more and more impatient, and the eyes he looked at the other party became more and more unkind. If the person in front of him could not give him a satisfactory answer, it would not be unusual to use his head to improve discipline.
"Dead." Konev replied, and 11-25's hand reaching for his waist paused.
"Our armored force encountered an orbital attack during transfer at the station. All personnel below the regiment headquarters, including the regiment commander and combat staff, were killed. Only one company of the heavy-armed force was retained because it was unloaded in advance. Together with the infantry company and the troops directly under the regiment, there is now only
The strength of 4 companies. I am the current highest military rank and the current commander." Konev explained.
"...How is the station now?" 11-25 asked through gritted teeth, thinking that now the logistics supply problem had been found, but really he would rather not know the news.
Due to the different sources of troops, the level of training and equipment received by the Astra Militarum varies greatly. They can be found from cavalry regiments in the Middle Ages to heavy armored regiments during World War II.
The troops that also form the Guards Cavalry Regiment may be a steel torrent equipped with hundreds of Leman Russ, or they may be Krieg beasts wearing gray skins and riding large horses.
Therefore, when the Ministry of Military Affairs dispatches troops to a war zone, it will try its best to use troops of the same nature together. However, this is always an ideal situation and cannot be realized on every battlefield. (In fact, most of them cannot be realized.)
Therefore, taking into account the complexity of logistical supplies, and based on the experience summarized by the Astra Militarum, the campaign command will usually be located from hundreds to dozens of kilometers behind the legion cluster without airdrops of supplies from the Imperial Navy.
, according to the group army-legion-corps, we will set up material transfer centers of different sizes.
The problem this time was precisely the material transfer center of the corps group where 11-25 was located - it was also the only place with railway transportation that could realize large-scale transfer of armored troops and heavy artillery.
Well, if 11-25 had to choose, he would rather choose the latter between the Armored Corps and the Krieg Herd.
The former loses its combat effectiveness after losing its heavy equipment, while the latter can still serve as a qualified line-filling soldier in this vast frozen tundra even if most of its horses are dead.
Well, elite armored units are good, but cannon fodder filling the lines is equally important. At least at this stage, the purpose of the campaign given to him by the Primarch is to seal off the subcontinent to prevent the spread of disease and chaos there.
He could not expect the Emperor's Angels to have time to support him for the time being, and he was thankful that there was currently no sign of a counterpart on the opposite side.
The war here still belongs to mortals for the time being, so he has to do everything possible to complete the mission before the Emperor recalls him. He will not refuse any new troops, even one soldier. Kokonev brought
The news forced him to give up hope of support from the rear.
"It's a mess, the railway tracks have been blown up, and the station's material storage center is also in flames. We can't wait for the order, so we can only move forward with the people and equipment that can walk. At least after we are dozens of kilometers away, we can still
I saw the smoke and dust rising into the sky."
The expression on Konev's face showed that it was definitely a disaster, but 11-25 knew that what was worse than this was that the entire legion's follow-up supplies were in ruins.
All he could count on was the Panzer Grenadier Regiment in front of him, but even this remaining unit had just experienced a long-distance attack, and the condition of its heavy equipment was probably in poor condition, and it was in urgent need of maintenance and comfort from the mechanical priests.
Fortunately, there were not many tanks in front of the front line, and both the priests and the legions had a lot of spare parts in stock. He had read the previous battle records and knew that these priests now had nothing to do except bark at the rats in the trenches of the ice field.
tooth.
"Inform the legion's mechanical priests and ask them to cooperate with the craftsmen to repair... No, appease those machine spirits of Leman Russ." 11-25 turned around and ordered, then looked back at Konev, who had a dusty look on his face.
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"You have a day and night to rest." 11-25 recalled quickly, and then found the whereabouts of this armored regiment in his brain.
"There is a farm at the junction of the 21st Motorized Infantry Regiment stationed in Corizon and the 22nd Corps in the direction of the grassland. According to the intelligence given by the nearest orbital detection array, it is likely to be the attack direction of the enemy's heavy armored forces."
11-25 looked at Konev, sighed helplessly and said: "Your mission is to get there before the enemy and use your remaining tanks to consolidate the defense there."
"Understood!" Konev raised his hand in salute, while 11-25 continued to warn: "For three days and nights, you must withstand at least three days and nights to create time for the two corps to shrink and defend. In any case, that joint cannot be destroyed.
The enemy will tear apart, if failed..."
"Then the enemy will definitely pass over my body!" Konev replied, as a number of Leman Russ rumbled past in the distance, their thick muzzles pointed forward, as firm as his will at the moment.
"The Emperor's blessing!" 11-25 said.
"The Emperor's blessing!" Konev replied in the same way.
Both of them knew that this was almost a fatal task. But no one complained, let alone the sentimentality among ordinary people.
The heavy snow fell silently, and the laughter of the soldiers in the trenches in the distance and the occasional roar of cold artillery in the sky were faintly visible.
Konev took a long breath, and then looked at the unfamiliar commander: "Is there anything else you want? I'm leaving."
"Oh, no." 11-25 replied seriously, his tall body motionless in place.
"Then, please go back, it is not safe here." Konev said.