Chapter 337 05.0336: "Breaking the Front"

Not far above the engineers, a Leman Russ tank was slowly crossing the second trench, with heavy bombs on both sides firing fiercely into the trench.

Suddenly, a beam of molten metal shot out from the trench towards the side machine gun turret of the Leman Russ tank. The scorching subatomic flow melted a large hole in the turret that was still emitting blue smoke, and the heavy bomb also misfired.

The huge body of the tank suddenly stopped on the trench and fell into silence.

But not long after, the turret of the Leman Russ tank began to slowly rotate.

The angle was changed from the original firing point on the high ground to the inside of the trench. The -8 degree depression angle was just enough to allow the large gun muzzle to be aimed at these sneak attacking bastards.

boom!
A high-explosive shell passed by the engineer and hit the trench, causing a bloody storm among the rebels who had just burst into cheers.

Then, the Leman Russ tank started moving again, and the heavy bombs on the side opened fire again, continuing to spew out flames.

Because the car is wide, the passengers are distributed more dispersedly.

Therefore, as long as they are not directly hit by anti-tank missiles, the slender laser cannons and thermal melt beams will usually only cause single casualties.

The ammunition rack was not hit this time, so no explosion occurred inside the vehicle.

After moving the charred body of the side weapon operator away from his combat position, the commander temporarily took over the position. After checking that there was no malfunction in the gun, he picked up the heavy bolter and continued to fire at the enemy in the trench.

After making a countdown gesture, the assault engineers simultaneously fired at the second trench.

After seeing their own people, the heavy bombs that were pouring down from the side stopped abruptly, and then the Leman Russ tank drove out of the trench and headed forward. Two kilometers ahead was the enemy's command trench.

On the front road.

The dismounted heavy dragoons launched a full-scale attack on the enemy line in the form of a loose horizontal column, accompanied by Chimera armored vehicles and Leman Russ tanks.

Although it is also a thin red line, their impact positions are not dense.

The multiple turrets of the Imperial Armor are very effective in suppressing the firepower points of the enemy's defensive lines, especially when forming an offensive cluster of this size.

The intensive fire from heavy bombs and vehicle-mounted laser cannons suppressed the defenders' few heavy weapon positions. The high-energy beams and artillery fire overturned the heavy bombs and lumberjacks they had mounted on the breastwork.

Any enemy who attempts to eject their gun barrel from cover and fire will be met with fierce suppression fire.

A large number of their British comrades have poured into the trenches on both wings, and the enemy positions in front are not doing well either. The artillery liaison officers on the top of the mountain and the front-line artillery observers of the Astra Militarum are constantly making corrections, and the increasingly accurate landing points of the shells are suppressing the firepower of the enemy's rear front.

This type of fire suppression does not require maintaining high-intensity artillery fire to achieve the effect of destroying the enemy.

All we have to do is let the enemy soldiers know that the Astra Militarum is continuously bombarding their positions, and suppress them with an appropriate density of firepower so that they cannot eject themselves to operate heavy weapons, thereby causing heavy casualties to the oncoming mechanized infantry.

After all, the battlefield is not a shooting game, and everyone has only one life.

Not many fanatics dared to operate heavy weapons to fire at the Astra Militarum without paying any attention to their lives, despite the continuous whistling bomb fragments and scorching air waves overhead.

Even if there were, the shrapnel from the shells and the Leman Russ tanks that led the advance and were responsible for eliminating the firing points would give him a good beating, forcing him to face the Emperor's judgment with his own bunkers and heavy weapons.

"Charge for Britain!" As the Leman Russ tanks and Chimera armored vehicles broke through the breastwork, the 'Dismounted Dragoons' (mechanized infantry) of the 1st Royal Armored Regiment rushed into the battle line like a tide.

Their Brown Bess Dragoon model is shorter than the infantry model. This is to ensure that when they get through the hatch of the infantry fighting vehicle, they will not be stuck by the overly long barrel, thus wasting precious and life-threatening time to get out of the vehicle.

In order to compensate for the length disadvantage in close combat caused by this change, the British also gave these dragoons an additional sharp standard single-molecule straight-blade saber to enhance the close combat ability of the dismounted dragoons and to show tradition.

These red dragoons rushed into the enemy's front line through the gap created by the crushing. All of a sudden, all kinds of light weapons fired, laser bullets flew, and shouts of killing were heard everywhere.

At this distance, the two sides quickly entered a bloody hand-to-hand combat stage relying on the breastwork defense line. The soldiers in gorgeous uniforms displayed brutal violence that did not match their image. They collided with the rebel soldiers, their strong muscles collided with each other, their limbs entangled, and their unbalanced bodies rolled in the mud and snow, trying to kill each other with their fingers, teeth, and even their eyes.

Behind the first breastwork.

Under the fire suppression of the shock troops' high-rate laser guns, several dragoons threw grenades and then drew their swords and rushed towards the rebels.

The man who was rushing in the front was knocked down less than 4 meters away from the sandbags. A large-caliber automatic rifle shot through his abdomen.

But this did not shake the determination of others.

They trampled their boots over sandbags and, risking being pierced by bullets, stabbed the traitors in the chest with their swords.

The monomolecular cavalry sword pierced through the traitor's ceramic steel bulletproof armor that had worn off the Sky Eagle like tearing paper.

A dragoon grabbed the traitor with one hand, and with the other hand he swung a single-molecule straight-blade saber like a machete, slashing at the traitor's shoulder continuously.

The knife rose and fell, and the rotten flesh and bone marrow mixed together. The man was chopped to death and spurted blood, then collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Another dragoon skillfully jumped over the sandbags and thrust his sword into the abdomen of a rebel special forces shooter holding a melta gun, interrupting the melta gun as it was about to fire.

As soon as he pulled out the sword, before he could stab another person, he was knocked to the ground by the deputy archer beside him.

However, the physical fitness of these dragoons, whose food standards were better than those of the line infantry, was beyond the reach of the rebels who were joined by all kinds of people.

Without waiting for the panicked opponent to draw his sword and stab, the dragoon held the hilt of his saber tightly with his sword, and with his backhand, he smashed the traitor's face fiercely with the sturdy plastic steel hilt guard.

The blow caused blood to splatter from the rebel's nose and made him dizzy.

With two hits, the yellow front teeth shattered and flew half a meter away with broken lip skin and saliva mixed with blood.

The rebel soldier, who was already in blurred consciousness, spat out a mouthful of black blood. A silver light flashed before his eyes, and in an instant his head fell to the ground, landing on the black and gray muddy road. It rolled a few times before it became motionless.

After their comrades pulled the blood-soaked dragoons up from the ground and straightened the brass dragoon helmets on their heads, these elite soldiers immediately plunged into an even bloodier battle.

"Very good, our people are about to take over their forward trenches." Lieutenant Colonel John Moore of the 88th Infantry Regiment said with approval as he watched the red tide in the trenches flow backwards along the communication trench.

"The heavy dragoons fought bravely. We crushed the first section of the road, and only three Leman Russ tanks were paralyzed," said Lieutenant Colonel Cotton.

"Very good, gentlemen. Let the follow-up troops clear out the remnants of the first line of defense. We should focus on more important targets." Sir Wellesley looked at the distant group of bunkers through the mounted artillery telescope.

There were still firing points on the bunkers firing at the charging Astra Militarum, but since the two were at least ten kilometers apart, the howitzers were not accurate.

Not to mention that many of the gun positions' sighting and observation equipment had been shattered in last night's artillery battle or by collateral damage from the previous carpet bombing, making effective hits even worse.

But they are still a threat that should not be underestimated.

No matter how bad the hit rate is, it is still a 180mm caliber earth-shaking cannon, and one shot is enough to kill infantry units within an area the size of a football field.

However, as the offensive progressed, the red tide had spread over several square kilometers of land, and in accordance with the guidance of the manual, it used the trenches and bunkers built by the rebels to launch an attack on Mount Montachia.

(British Dragoon uniform)
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