Chapter 329 05.0328: "Raid on the Rebel Vehicle Train"

Seeing the ballistic calculator fall down, the weapons team members who were still waiting for calibration parameters and orders were dumbfounded.

"Enemy--" a rebel soldier from the artillery crew turned his head and shouted.

Boom!
Another sudden laser cut off the upper half of the head of a mortar gunner who had just shouted a word.

The riflemen were either lying or half-kneeling in the white snow in the distance, their green uniforms wrapped with strips of white cloth like beggars, and they were well hidden among the snowy bushes.

These light infantrymen who set out on motorcycles got off 1 kilometer in front of the rebel defense line. After sneaking on foot to scout the front-line defense positions, they turned back and rode their motorcycles again to continue deep behind enemy lines.

Continuing to investigate the depth of the defense line from both sides, they found the location of the mortar position.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Guards!" A rebel sergeant from the mortar squad was shot down by a precise shot just after he shouted three words.

The guard squad and defense reserve team in the rear hurried out of the camp tents in a daze and looked around.

As soon as they came out of the tent and gathered together, they were mercilessly strafed by heavy firepower.

The infiltrated rifle squad deployed their two heavy weapons teams and the special weapons team around the tent.

The heavy weapons team carried a deployment heavy bolter, with the green jacket's weapons gunner manning the heavy bolter on a tripod, and the assistant gunner unloading boxes of ammunition filled with heavy bolter from a motorcycle with a sidecar.

(Four of the Astra Militarum's heavy weapons: mortar, missile launcher, deployable autocannon, and deployable heavy bolter.)
The special forces shooters are equipped with heat-emitting laser guns that are similar to Lewis light machine guns and have heat dissipation tubes, as well as lumbering guns that use 12.7mm live ammunition and are shaped like cloth-wheel light machine guns.

As soon as the rebels in the reserve tent stumbled out of the tent with guns in hand, they were massacred by the bullets of these long-lurking British elites.

"Ah! Ah!!" A rebel soldier whose entire leg was broken by a 12.7 bullet rolled over and screamed on the blood-stained snow, holding his thigh which was still gushing blood. Another human-shaped figure with blood spitting out of its mouth and its intestines and internal organs knocked out of its abdominal cavity crawled by. It was a bloody mess in the physical sense.

The screams of the wounded, the groans of the dying, and the wails of terror echoed throughout the fire support position.

After leaving behind a pile of corpses, almost intact mortars and boxes of mortar ammunition, the remaining rebels in the camp began to lose morale under the fierce attack and retreated in disorder.

Dadada. The sound of a motorcycle engine igniting suddenly rang out.

Several motorcycles, driven by riflemen wearing goggles, followed closely behind. The logging rifles mounted on the sidecars, operated by the assistant gunners, chased the rebels and fired mercilessly, mowing down the fleeing soldiers like mowing rice.

The riflemen in green jackets rose from the bushes, shook off the snow, and rushed into the camp with their rifles equipped with swords and bayonets.

"Firepower! We need firepower support!! Damn it, does it take you so long to calibrate the trajectory? We are about to be blown to pieces by the Corpse King's lackeys!!"

The furious voice of the officer at the front-line defense position came from the microphone that fell to the ground, but no one answered.

The wounded rebel artillery officer struggled to crawl towards the microphone hanging on the ground, wanting to report the attack on the rear position.

Just when he was about to successfully crawl to the phone, a pair of black leather shoes stepped on the microphone, followed by the sound of the microphone casing shattering, leaving only a beeping sound on the other end.

The rebel officer twisted his neck with difficulty, trying to see the attacker clearly, but the sharp monolayer bayonet pierced his chest first.

This is the best gift the Astra Militarum soldiers can give to the traitors.
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"Damn it!" After calling out many times to no avail, the officer at the rebel frontline defense position smashed the microphone on the wooden boards used to lay the trenches.

"Report!" A rebel sergeant rolled into the trench in a panic and shouted at the top of his voice amid the loud noise of exploding artillery shells.

"What's going on again!"

"Enemy tanks are coming!"

The rebel officer pushed aside the reporting infantryman, took out the artillery telescope and stretched out his sight into the trench.

On the road, the "Bearhound" wheeled heavy armored vehicles from the Ranger Company of the 79th Armored Reconnaissance Regiment were seen approaching in the battle formation of a tank squad.

Following behind was a row of Lemanus tanks in a horizontal battle formation. From the flags flying on the vehicles, it can be seen that they belonged to the 1nd Armored Cavalry Squadron of the st Royal Armored Regiment.

Behind them were the Arion infantry fighting vehicles loaded with mechanized infantry from Company B of the 79th Armored Reconnaissance Regiment's Line Infantry.

The Bearhound wheeled heavy armored vehicle, which was the first to be hit, opened fire with its turret, and the coaxial logging gun and two heavy bombs in the middle of the vehicle body spewed flames.

These heavy wheeled vehicles looked almost identical to the Leman Russ from the front, with two of them pushing crushing mine detonators at the front, and the other two equipped with bulldozers.

This was installed by the engineers of the rifle company of the reconnaissance battalion at the forward preparation position behind the fruit forest.

The rebel officers looked at these heavy tanks that launched the attack after a long time, and they seemed to hear the questions sent by these heavy tanks in their minds:

'I'm waiting for the bombardment, what are you waiting for?'

The previous firing from the anti-armor gun positions only left deep pits in the snow on the road, without any remains of destroyed vehicles.

He turned his head sharply and asked sternly:
"Tanks! Are those Leman Russ tanks in position?"

"The train just arrived! But we haven't had time to get the tanks off the trailers or dig tank shelters yet!"

"Fuck the bunkers! Get the Li Tou Cha out there and stop these weird things! Quick!"

On the train tracks a few hundred meters behind the front-line defense position, the Lemanus quietly parked on the trailer began to become restless.

One of the engines started up, rumbling, and the turret began to rotate.

The golden sacred sky eagle on the body of the vehicle had been completely removed, and replaced by blasphemous and distorted symbols and dirty and obscene words against the God-Emperor.

Under the command of the rebel dispatcher, the first Leman Russ that started moving attempted to land from the train trailer and drive onto the snow-covered road.

But what the rebels didn't know was that the Astra Militarum had discovered both the mortar firing positions one or two kilometers behind the defense line and the railcar carrying the six Lemanus tanks.

Just as the other crews were preparing to board the train, two squads, a total of 20 riflemen, had already infiltrated the vicinity of the rail car, ready to go.

With a gunshot from the front, a rebel tank commander fell limply with a large bloody hole in his back.

The rebel Leman Russ crews that were gathering on the trains scattered in all directions.

The alarm sounded, and some of the guards who reacted next to the rail car pulled out automatic rifles and sprayed bullets, while others pulled out various cold weapons, holding pistols, emitting strange war cries, and rushed forward to exchange fire with the riflemen.

Of course, it would be very difficult to capture this train and the heavy armor on it with only the current light infantry.

But they have already negotiated their tactics with an unexpected ally.

In the bushes on the other side, two Hell Snipers were hiding. One of them was lying on his stomach, using a hot-fire carbine to accurately shoot at the heavy weapons operator on the sentry tower.

Another scout who looked like an observer held up an observation data mirror and kept scanning the environment near the rail car that was already in a state of exchange of fire.

In the eyepiece, the transmission progress bar above the field of view has reached 100%.

"The support request has been approved." The voice of Navy Captain Horatio came from the communication beads built into the helmet.

About five minutes later.

Among the rebel guards who were occupying an advantageous position and exchanging fireflies with Astra Militarum riflemen, someone noticed tiny sparks of fireflies appearing above their heads.

A rebel soldier accidentally saw these strange phenomena when he was changing the energy block of his laser gun, and he couldn't understand the meaning of them.

Before the rebel soldiers could react, the fireflies suddenly grew larger.

They were 12 soldiers wearing dark blue power armor who descended from the sky. They were wearing dark blue cloaks with the holy Emperor Sky Eagle embroidered on them with low-visibility material.

This set of equipment, which is not affordable for ordinary soldiers, clearly shows their elite status.

While still in mid-air, the Hell's Vanguards saw red arrows above the heads of the enemy soldiers on the ground.

They knew it was done by the Centurion. Although they didn't know the principle, the Hell's Vanguards were no longer surprised after so much training and combat coordination.

The hell's vanguard that fell from the sky aimed at the red arrows and stepped on the rebels. The hundreds of kilograms of power armor directly crushed them into minced meat.

These 12 Hell's Vanguards successfully carried out the airborne mission according to the precise coordinate instructions sent by two battlefield dispatchers sent to the British reconnaissance company, and landed behind the train garrison, catching the enemy off guard.

Taking advantage of the chaos after landing, the pioneers immediately activated the pulleys and used the rapid maneuvering device on the power armor boots to shuttle through the enemy group. While using the Hell Carbine to quickly shoot the crew members who wanted to board the vehicle and the garrison soldiers who rushed over, they threw armor-piercing grenades above the vehicle engine.

With a new round marked with a red arrow.

A scout immediately turned around, jumped onto the trailer, pulled down the commander who had jumped onto the Leman Russ, and stabbed him in the eye socket with the bayonet of the Hell Carbine.

"Ah!!" A scream was heard, and blood from bursting eyes splattered on the scout's helmet and breastplate.

The scout pulled out his gun barrel, stepped onto the tank, and fired at the crew members who jumped out of the vehicle and fled with the bloody barrel stained with human brain tissue.

He took off another grenade from his body and poured it into the car through the open roof.

boom! boom! boom!
One after another, the rear engines of the Lemanus vehicles caught fire as the armor-piercing grenades exploded, engulfing the entire cabin and the crew members who had already gotten inside.

After these armored vehicles are captured by the Astra Militarum, they may be able to be used again after replacing the engine unit, or they may be completely scrapped. But now, no matter what, they will not let these Lemanus successfully drive to the front line to support the enemy.

Directly opposite the Hell's Vanguard, Astra Militarum soldiers were engaging in fierce firefight with the enemy.

They relied on cover flexibly, some of them continued to fire to suppress the attack, while those guarding the sides raised their guns and used swords and bayonets to fight physically with the assassins who rushed over with cold weapons.

Although they are scouts, these tough guys who come from rural areas and mountains are very brave in both close combat and long-range combat.

Their company commander, Captain Sharp, stabbed two of the rebel soldiers who were charging at him with his bayonet, then kicked them away.

Then he alertly held the gun horizontally, used the fine gold trigger guard to block the machete that was coming at him, and then swept the gun horizontally with his backhand, hitting the attacker in the face with the butt of the gun.

"Ah!" The attacker's sword dropped, he covered his broken nose in pain, and rolled on the ground in agony.

Captain Green Jacket stepped forward and mercilessly struck him in the throat with the point of his bayonet.

"Change positions! Hold the front line!" He shouted as he raised his gun and shot the enemy soldier who was about to throw a grenade. The grenade fell to the ground and blew up a group of rebel soldiers who were about to follow the assault.

At this point in the battle, both sides had suffered casualties, but the rebel light infantry, who lacked sophisticated equipment, had clearly suffered more casualties.

However, Leman Russ, who was the first to move, had successfully landed.

It was lying across the middle of the road, its turret slowly rotating, aiming at the green-jacketed scouts who were hiding behind bunkers and exchanging fire with the train guard.

Just as the gunners inside the Leman Russ aimed at the reconnaissance squad's bunker and their company commander through the gun scope, preparing to open fire.

The captain of Lemanus suddenly saw through the periscope a trail of white smoke flying towards him from the side.

"Missiles are coming! Turn on the smoke generator! Turn on the smoke generator!" The commander shouted, kicking the driver under him repeatedly.

He would not be mistaken, what were flying over were three Hellstrike air-to-ground missiles!
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