Chapter 335 05.0334: "Blow the charge whistle. For the God-Emperor Queen and the Empire!"

Some infantrymen in the first echelon who were preparing to climb the ladders curiously poked their heads out of the trenches and looked at the enemy fortresses in the distance, wanting to see how badly they were bombed by the rare naval aviation.

As soon as they appeared, these people were fired upon by heavy explosive arrows set up on the enemy's trenches.

Puff puff!
Boom!Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of wet human tissue shattering, several corpses with the upper half of their bodies missing fell straight from the ladder and landed on the wooden boards at the bottom of the trench.

The splattered blood and internal organs covered the people behind them, adding a dark crimson to the red uniforms.

The cheers in the trenches stopped abruptly.

"Did I let you stick your head out? Fill up your position!" the officer shouted angrily.

A young soldier in the back row, his body covered in blood, stared blankly at the headless corpse lying on the ground in front of him, with blood still gushing from his broken neck. A small and exquisite silver photo box was embedded in the half remaining lower jaw.

The contents may contain photos of his wife or lover, and the ignorant woman is still waiting for her lover to return home triumphantly.

The soldier, covered in blood, tremblingly touched the warm and slippery blood on his face, body and hands, and only then did he feel a little bit of the reality of the battlefield.

It was not until the corporal tapped him on the shoulder that he came to his senses. He mechanically moved forward, stepped onto the ladder, and stood in the position of the dead man who was almost his age.

Behind the Chaos Rebel lines.

As the bombers approached their sky and the distance shortened, the anti-aircraft fire became more intense, and the artillery fired at almost vertical angles, with various gun barrels piercing the sky.

Hiding beside the Infernal Scouts, Astra Militarum scouts noted the approximate firing positions of enemy artillery and anti-aircraft positions.

Captain Sharp contacted Horatio's artillery support dispatcher, who was also one of the corps' advisers.

"This is the critical moment. I suggest using the precious Death Strike missiles, sir. Our Death Strike missile launchers are ready to go." The artillery support dispatcher suggested to Sir Wellesley.

For the Astra Militarum, the powerful Deathstrike ballistic missile is a valuable tactical weapon.

Its huge size, difficulty in field transportation, and the fact that it can only be produced on some Forge Worlds mean that the Astra Militarum cannot use this missile as luxuriously as the Imperial Navy.

At the same time, the Guilliman Codex strictly prohibits the sharing of weapons, ammunition and vehicles between the Imperial Navy and the Astra Militarum.

Even if some kind-hearted captains want to provide some ammunition to their colleagues in the Astra Militarum, the Military Supervisory Committee of both sides should take action to stop such blatant violations of the code.

"Our fleet liaison officers have contributed such a wonderful performance by the Imperial Navy's aviation team. Of course, we must give them a big gift." Then, the knight nodded:
"Permission granted for use of Death Strike ballistic missiles. According to coordinates, fire!"

Soon, the artillery dispatcher sent the data to the firing squad of the immediate fire support group, asking them to load the firing parameters.

Astra Militarum ballistic missile launch site.

"Target location 366.870, fire!"

After the commander of a launch vehicle calibrated it correctly, he waved his command sword and shouted.

Whoosh!
The four propulsion engines of the Astra Militarum version of the Death Strike missile spewed out hot flames, and the tail flames hit the soil behind the launch pad. The frozen soil particles quickly became soft and dry, and were burned red in a very short time and mixed into the wind.

The thick missile body rose into the sky with billowing white smoke, leaving a thick white trail in the clear sky.

As the white streak streaked across the sky, the trajectory of the ballistic missile was clearly visible.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the built-in gyroscope determined that the missile had reached the designated height, and the four booster engines it was carrying began to fall off, revealing a missile body that was exactly the same as the Navy's Death Strike missile.

Fire began to flash from the propulsion section at the rear of the projectile. This was the projectile's plasma engine, which, in addition to playing a propulsion role, was also part of the warhead.

Whoosh! !

A louder explosion sounded from the sky, and the sharp sword of heaven dropped from the sky with a thick and long tail of smoke, piercing the ground directly.

boom! ! !
A dazzling light appeared in the distance, followed by a mushroom-shaped explosion cloud, and then the huge air wave generated by the explosion swept over.

“Huh?!”

"oh!"

"Ah~" The ladies who were watching on the top of the mountain had their skirts lifted up by such a fierce air wave. These unprepared ladies were frightened and screamed in surprise, making all kinds of lovely cries, and hurriedly held down their skirts to reveal various styles of lace suspender stockings.

The mushroom cloud was still lazily expanding, and the rebels' once fierce anti-aircraft fire had come to an abrupt end. The rebel commanders could only watch helplessly as the Imperial Navy's Starhawk bombers ravaged their battle lines.

Captain Sharp did not know how much of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower had been destroyed. The initial assessment was that it should be a lot, but judging from the previous scattered and multiple distribution of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, it would not be too much.

The next task of the reconnaissance team in the entire battle will be to find out the situation. The specific killing effect will be confirmed by the reconnaissance team and the power armor warriors fighting together.

Inside the Astra Militarum trench on the front line.

The line infantry officer looked at the stopwatch hand and saw that the scheduled time had arrived.

The second-tier Leman Russ tank platoon rolled over the trench, and the wet mud and snow once again covered the soldiers.

"Prepare to charge!" As the sergeants shouted, the soldiers in the first echelon grabbed the ladders on the trench wall.

"May the God-Emperor bless me to turn into a sharp blade and pierce the enemy's heart." The soldiers murmured and chanted prayers.

Call! ! !
Sharp charge whistles sounded one after another, spreading across the trenches that stretched for several kilometers on both sides of the road.

"British soldiers! The Emperor and the Queen are watching you! Charge!!!!" the red-clad officer shouted with his sword raised, and the next moment he rushed out of the trench and charged towards the traitor's front line.

"For the God-Emperor, the Queen and the Empire!" A torrential roar erupted from the entire Astra Militarum infantry line.

Dense crowds of red-clad soldiers rushed out of the trenches, and at first glance they looked like a red tide rolling up the coastline, huge and spectacular.

"The Corpse King's minions are attacking! Get in position! Get in position!"

Amid the roars of the rebel officers mixed with the sound of cannon fire and shouts of charge.

Despite the advancing fury of the Astra Militarum, the enemy leaned out of the trenches, took up their combat positions, hastily raised their guns, and fired a volley at the oncoming Astra Militarum.

The red-clad soldiers charged forward bravely, bullets whizzed by their ears and a barrage of bullets came towards them like raindrops.

"For the God-Emperor and the Queen! Ugh!"

As soon as someone emerged from the trench, he was cut in half by heavy bombs and felling rifles.

Whoosh! Puff!

Whoosh!! Puff!!

Others rushed out only a few steps before large and small shells fell around them. The pre-made fragments happily tore apart the soft human bodies, and fell into the mud with broken limbs and splattered blood.

A soldier who was injured by the explosion and fell to the ground was holding his broken leg, and large streams of blood continued to flow from the hideous leg wound.

After recovering from the pain, he gritted his teeth, gasped, and tremblingly took out the tourniquet from his waist bag. After trying twice, he finally tied up the broken limb to reduce the rate of blood loss.

The medic pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it in front of the wounded. Relying on the cover of the spreading smoke, he rushed forward and began to rescue the wounded. He grabbed the collar of their uniforms from behind their necks and dragged them back to the trenches to treat their wounds urgently.

The British standard bulletproof armor is of decent quality and can block small-caliber automatic rifle bullets, some artillery shell fragments, and close-range shock waves from moderate explosions.

But it has basically no protective effect against enemy heavy weapons.

Therefore, the medics can only save a few people.

——Those who were slightly injured could continue fighting after a shot of combat analgesic, but those who were hit by the set-up heavy bombs and large-caliber logging guns were shattered on the spot and there was no need for rescue.

"Thin red line! Spread out!" The officer with a red ribbon wrapped around his waist and a power saber in his hand shouted to the surrounding soldiers while trotting after the second echelon of Leman Russ tanks.

With the tanks of the second offensive echelon as the core of firepower and cover, the infantry quickly deployed in two rows, front and back, at intervals of one to two meters.

They crouched down and suppressed the enemy trenches with fire as they advanced.

The heavy weapons team and special forces shooters of each class were looking for excellent shooting positions.

Many people simply climbed the ladder at the rear and jumped onto the slowly moving Leman Russ tanks. They placed heavy bombs and twin heavy lumberjacks directly on the top of the tank turrets, and fired forward from a high position, suppressing the enemy infantry and heavy weapons in the low-lying trenches.

The first echelon of armored forces that had attacked earlier was now about to successfully cross the uninhabited area that stretched for several kilometers along the road.

Chimera and Arion infantry fighting vehicles reduced their movement speed to match the advance of Leman Russ tanks.

"Everyone get off the car! Everyone get off!" the heavy dragoon squad leaders shouted.

Except for the soldier who stayed inside the vehicle to operate the laser gun on the side of the infantry fighting vehicle, the rest of the soldiers crouched and jumped out of the opening at the rear of the infantry fighting vehicle one by one.

The dry steel plates beneath their black leather shoes gave way to muddy, scorched earth, and the black shoe covers were soon covered in mud and sand.

Mechanized infantry are more skilled than infantry in pulling out thin red lines on both wings of their infantry fighting vehicles and conducting coordinated operations.

From Horatio's perspective, what he saw in his field of vision was indeed a thin red line. Each soldier was more than one meter apart, relying on bunkers and terrain to spread out their battle positions to avoid being wiped out by artillery fire.

However, these thin red lines are breaking through the enemy's front lines in an unstoppable manner.

The mechanized platoon was planned to capture sections of the highway and some surrounding areas, advancing rapidly in an attempt to drive a wedge right in the middle and separate the enemy on both wings.

The line infantry and the second echelon of Leman Russ tanks would be responsible for capturing enemy trenches in the open fields.

Behind them, the third wave of offensive replacements were ready, ready to send out a new crimson wave and spread the will of the God-Emperor across the filthy land infected by heresy.

(Astra Militarum's Death Strike Missile)
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