Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 166 Defensive Battle [Morning]

"These damned aliens are definitely planned. Their actions are planned. This city is the weak point of our defense. Because of its location, we didn't deploy many troops to it."

Wang Ming took a sip of Mers tea, this kind of sugary tea made the tea he brewed slightly sweet, drinking the slightly sweet Mers tea, Wang Ming quickly thought about what to do.

The troops deployed in this city are completely unable to stop the greenskins of that order of magnitude. There are too many greenskins.

"The Emperor bless you."

Wang Ming silently prayed for the emperor's blessing in his heart, although Wang Ming probably didn't have much use for it.

Wang Ming put down his thermos and walked outside the governor's mansion. He wanted to go to that battlefield, even if he couldn't make it in time.

"Salvoe ready!"

On the ground, the mortal auxiliaries lined up in a neat line, holding their laser rifles and preparing to fire at the greenskins in front of the position. Compared with the orderliness of the mortal auxiliaries, the positions beside them were already full of artillery fire.

Those so-called aristocratic soldiers did not have much military literacy. The only thing they knew on the battlefield was to pull the trigger and shoot.

These so-called aristocratic armies couldn't even unify their weapons. There were 3000 people in the entire regiment, only more than 1000 of them had the Astral Army standard M36 laser rifle prepared by Wang Ming, and all the others were local PDF automatic guns.

The power of these weapons can't effectively kill the green skin boy at all, even the armor on the green skin boy can't be pierced, and some soldiers who are criminals have already tried to escape, but under the supervision of the battle team and the political commissar Good words of persuasion did not succeed.

"Boys! We will use our lives to fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to us by the God-Emperor! We are the Astral Army ordered by the Primarch himself! We have the blessings of the God-Emperor's children!"

On the position of the noble army, the political commissar yelled to try to make these soldiers who were criminals whose morale was about to collapse not to be timid. In the entire position of the noble army, only more than 1000 people had the courage to fight against mountains and seas of green skins. It was the one thousand PDF family members who were pardoned by Wang Ming.

They knew in their hearts that if it wasn't for Wang Ming's pardon, they would have been executed for attacking the governor's mansion and killing imperial officials.

They are clearer than anyone else about their mission here, to complete the tasks assigned by the Primarch, and to guard the city.

"political commissar!"

A soldier looked at the political commissar standing on the ground, quickly grabbed his trouser leg, and pushed him back into the trench. In the process, a green-skinned bullet just passed the eaves of the political commissar brim of the cap.

"It's too dangerous, standing so high like a target!"

The soldier looked at the scorched marks on the political commissar's hat that had been grazed by bullets, and said to the bewildered political commissar.

"I'm raising morale! Don't you see that the morale of those boys is about to collapse?!"

The political commissar looked at the soldier in front of him, pushed him away and said.

Before becoming a political commissar, this regiment political commissar was a follower of the state religion. His loyalty to the emperor's faith is unquestionable, which is one of the reasons why he became a regiment political commissar (in fact, the biggest reason is that there is no supply from the Academy of Loyalty) , only a person with a firm belief like him can suppress the group of monsters and monsters in the noble army.

"That way you can't stand outside the position to boost morale! If you die, the morale of those guys will completely collapse!"

After being pushed away by the political commissar, the soldier grabbed the laser rifle he had just dropped on the ground, fired a few shots outside the position, and said to the political commissar while shooting.

"my question……"

The political commissar looked at the demoralized criminal soldiers in the trenches, and whispered to the soldiers that this time it was indeed his problem. He took off his big-brimmed hat and looked at the scorched marks on it. The soldiers pulled him back to the trench, and he was about to be headshot by this bullet.

"Political commissar, we are running out of ammunition for laser rifles. The head of the regiment is now communicating with the next-door regiment, hoping that they can support some weapons and ammunition."

While the political commissar was looking at his big-brimmed hat, a communications soldier quickly ran up to him and said to him.

The entire noble army is said to be managed by James Gordon, the leader of the nobles. It is better to say that the political commissar of the regiment, Carl Ballo, has full authority to manage it. The leader is just a communication tool with other regiments.

"Low on the ammo for the laser rifle? Take those damned cowards down and we have automatics instead! We still have plenty of ammo for automatics!"

The political commissar stood up from the ground after hearing what the signal soldiers said. He looked at the soldiers who were criminals curled up in the trenches, and said to the signal soldiers.

"Yes!"

After hearing the words of the political commissar, the communications soldier ran towards the direction of the supervising team. He needed the help of the supervising team to shoot, so as to prevent this group of people from having any objections.

With the intervention of the supervisory team, the automatic guns of those people were quickly taken down, and all of them were received by the soldiers who had no ammunition for their laser rifles.

"Let them pay attention to concentrated firepower, scattered shooting cannot provide effective damage!"

The political commissar stood beside the soldiers who were fighting the greenskins, emphasizing loudly to them.

Just as the political commissar was directing the battle, he suddenly heard a sharp sound from the sky. The political commissar was too familiar with that sound, it was the artillery attack of the orcs.

"Orc artillery fire! All lie down!"

The political commissar hurriedly shouted to the soldiers, and all the soldiers rushed to the ground, all crawling on the ground.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The shell fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust from the explosion covered all the soldiers.

"waaaagh!!!"

Before everyone could react from the explosion just now, more than 1000 greenskins suddenly rushed out of the explosion smoke and rushed to the top of the trench. The bullets pierced the standard body armor of the Astra Militarum, and each soldier was instantly plugged.

"Snapped!"

The political commissar was the first to react. He looked at the greenskins shooting in the trenches, raised his bolt pistol, and exploded a greenskin's head with one shot.

This bolt pistol was given to him by Wang Ming himself. Wang Ming looked at this devout believer of the state religion and told him to manage it well. His own life fulfilled the great trust entrusted to him by the Primarch.

"For the Emperor!!!"

The political commissar roared, and quickly climbed out of the trench. He quickly pulled out the chainsaw sword at his waist, and chopped off the head of a green skin in front of him.

The confused soldiers in the trench also heard the political commissar's roar, they reacted quickly, got up quickly and rushed out of the trench, using the bayonets on their automatic guns to attack the greenskins.

The soldiers started a brutal hand-to-hand battle with the green skins. The physical fitness of the green skins was not comparable to that of humans. The battle was almost overwhelmingly on the green skins side. Many brave soldiers fell under the green skins' knives.

"Boss, what should we do? Should we run away while they are fighting these monsters?"

In the trench, a soldier who was a criminal was watching the battle on the trench and asked his boss.

"Run? Where can I go? These monsters are all around me!"

His boss was holding a bayonet. Hearing his younger brother's words, he asked him with a wry smile. They can't go anywhere. escaped from the siege.

"Take the brothers, we've been useless for so long, we should do our best for ourselves, we can't survive without destroying these monsters!"

The boss stood up and said to his younger brothers, they had to work hard for themselves, if they didn't eliminate the green skins, they wouldn't live for long.

"To live!"

The boss roared and rushed towards the trench. After hesitating for a moment, his younger brothers also rushed up with him.

At this time, if you don't try your best, you will definitely die, but if you try your best, you still have hope of being alive. Everyone knows this truth. The criminals around looked at the charging people and picked up their bayonets to follow.

Those who can be placed in this unit are all serious criminals. They are afraid of death and want to live very much.

The criminals rushed into the trenches and fought with the greenskins. Humans can go crazy when they are desperate. These criminals proved this. They fought with the greenskins. Everyone is in this Crazy in battle.

A green skin can easily kill a human, but what about two humans?It can also easily kill, but what about a group of humans who have gone crazy?

These criminals have gone crazy. They surrounded the greenskins and pressed them to the ground one by one with their own number advantage. If two people can't do it, then three, if three people can't do it, then four, a group of human beings like this The greenskins were crushing it tightly, and then they kept cutting on its body with bayonets, and they refused to let go until the greenskin had no more struggles.

The political commissar who was the first to rush out of the trench before had already been grabbed by the neck by a green skin, and the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation spread to the political commissar's body, making him feel that he was about to accept the call of the emperor.

At this moment, a group of criminals rushed to the green skin who was holding the political commissar, and frantically attacked the green skin with a bayonet. The green skin was attacked by these criminals, quickly let go of the political commissar, and started fighting with the criminals.

The commissar was thrown to the ground, and he looked at the criminals, thinking that they finally understood the sacred mission of serving the God-Emperor.

The criminals held down the green skin with numbers, and a dozen bayonets kept cutting the green skin's body until the green skin's head was cut off, and then they let go.

When the criminals and the greenskins were struggling to fight, the support of the supervising team finally arrived, and the uniform laser salvo quickly killed the greenskins who rushed to the trench.

"How many are still alive?"

The political commissar looked at the ground covered with mutilated human corpses on the trench, and asked loudly. At first, no one responded to him, only the screams continued from the pile of corpses.

After coming over for a long time, those soldiers who were still alive on the ground slowly stood up, and those who couldn't stand up slowly raised their hands. They were all seriously injured. Pi tore off his hands and feet.

Most of the people who are still alive are missing arms and legs. They look at the commissar, and the commissar looks at them. Whether they are criminals or those who have been pardoned, they are now real soldiers.

With the help of the supervising team, these people were all brought back to the trenches, and the mortal auxiliaries next door also supported them with some field medical robots, and these robots gave these still alive people emergency medical treatment immediately .

The battlefield robots crawled on the wounds of the soldiers with missing arms and legs. The lasers burned the wounds to stop the blood that was constantly gushing out, and the painkillers were injected into the soldiers' bodies, which relieved their pain a lot.

There were also some soldiers with internal injuries, and the field robots started emergency operations on them, injected anesthesia, and laser cut the abdomen to start the operation.

The entire regiment lost more than 1000 men to this greenskin surprise attack, and their fragmented corpses covered the trench ground.

Due to the losses suffered by the noble army, this position has now been handed over to the supervisory team, and the 400-member supervisory team will defend it with the rest of the people.

"Please tell the commander-in-chief of our loss, we hope to urgently recruit some conscripts from the city."

The political commissar looked at the head of the regiment, and he said to the useless nobleman who had been hiding in the command post. The political commissar's tone was obviously suppressed.

He was angry at the commander who was supposed to lead the charge, but when the battle started, he hid like a woman under the command table in the command post, crying and screaming.

"Mr. Political Commissar, I will, I will, I will communicate first."

James Gordon looked at the bloody political commissar in front of him, and said in a trembling voice that he had never been to the front line to see a battle. The battle just now almost scared him to death, but he was not like his younger brother. He ran away, because his younger brother was shot in the upper body by the political commissar in front of him when he escaped in a previous battle.

"You'd better hurry up."

The political commissar looked coldly at the coward who was about to leave in front of him, wishing he could rush up and give him a kick to relieve his hatred.

James Gordon looked at the political commissar's hostile face, and hurriedly ran towards the command post. Perhaps because of fear, he fell while running, and the disgraced cannon entered the command post.

"I still need to persist for a day, God Emperor bless, this is just a morning."

The political commissar glanced at the howling soldiers in the trenches, then looked at the green artillery fire in front of the position, thinking helplessly in his heart.

The battle has just begun, and with such a large loss in one morning, it is really difficult to fight a defensive battle for a day.

After James Gordon reported the political commissar's request, the commander-in-chief quickly dispatched five soldiers from the mortal auxiliary army to the city to recruit soldiers.

(End of this chapter)