Chapter 357 05.0356: "The second Far Star Surface Mixed Exercise officially begins!"

"Guys, chop him!" A big guy waved a machete at Horatio on horseback and roared throughout the battlefield.

In an instant, the greenskins that had been scattered in all directions rushed towards the brigade headquarters from all directions of 180 degrees, instinctively obeying the orders of the bigger and more powerful guy.

"Hollow square! Hollow square! Line soldiers with bayonets facing outward! Bands, flag bearers and officers enter the circle!" Lieutenant Colonel John Moore of the 88th Infantry Regiment shouted to the soldiers.

Soon, the drummers and flute players in position played tunes that symbolized the corresponding formations. The soldiers, like scattered sand, found their backbone and gathered around the brigade headquarters to the familiar tune.

The British redcoat soldiers were arranged in three rows, with the first row kneeling with guns at the ready, the second row standing with guns at the ready, and the third row with guns on their shoulders as a reserve force to resist impact.

The thick human wall formed a completely enclosed large square hollow formation, guarding the important facilities of the brigade headquarters, the regimental flag, the company flag, the queen's flag and senior officers in the middle.

"Get down!" Horatio shouted to Sir Wellesley's guards.

The soldiers dragging Jazz quickly lay on the ground to clear the shooting range for their comrades. The next second, they heard the command to shoot.

"Company A, concentrate your salvos and fire from the front!"

"Company B, right side oblique! Fire!"

Bright, bright, bright, bright!

The privates of the reserve battalion were kneeling and firing in double rows, with one row kneeling and the second row standing, and they launched a dense volley of fire at the oncoming green-skinned beasts.

At this moment, the sound of the high-energy light beams drowned out the sound of the wind and roars in the soldiers' ears. Red flames shot out from the muzzles of the laser guns, and dense beams shot towards the greenskins and fart spirits.

"Ah!" The first row of fart spirits, who were rushing the fastest and in the front, were the first to suffer. They were immediately beaten to a pulp by the lasers. These ugly and weak alien subspecies, which were not tall, and were often only as tall as a person's thigh, could even be shot through by a laser in pairs.

The half-kneeling soldier was able to aim at these farts.

The laser beam burned through their ugly heads with drooping wide ears, instantly cooking the internal tissues and organs, then passed through the back of the head and shot towards the next equally ugly alien with warts on its nose.

The soldiers standing in the second row aimed at the tall green guys.

Most of these green-skinned guys nonchalantly exposed their bodies filled with explosive muscles, and only a few big guys wore armor made of tattered iron sheets.

Some of them still had sticky liquid hanging on their bodies.

Although the laser gun is a little ineffective against the big guy's crude but heavy garbage armor, it is still a handy weapon against these unarmored greenskins.

[Why are these greenskins not wearing any equipment and have a layer of disgusting slime?]
Horatio looked at those unusual naked green-skinned orcs who suddenly appeared, vaguely aware of something, and became thoughtful.

In his previous life, he had read a book called "Xenomorphology" published by an unknown company in Nottingham, which contained a lot of physiological knowledge about the aliens in the Warhammer world.

The greenskins reproduce asexually, growing from small, pointy-headed mushrooms that grow from spores.

When the fungal breeding pods mature, these greenskins will hatch. The newly born greenskins are in the mature stage. They are taller, bigger and stronger than humans, and they will carry some of the nutrient solution in the spore pods on their bodies.

[In other words, that mountain... is actually the wreckage of a garbage ship that was destroyed and crashed to the surface of the planet when the greenskins broke through the orbit?!] He thought sharply.

Riding on a tall horse, he raised his monocular telescope and looked at the big hole that was still spewing green skin, trying to observe its interior. The built-in data analysis device gave him analysis opinions.

After adjusting the telescope, the scene that came into view was indeed similar to the interior of the green garbage ship he had seen before. There were piles of Squiggle feces mixed with countless spores and providing nutrients for them. A number of large and small green mushroom-like plants had grown nearby.

At the same time, fermented feces can also keep the internal temperature in a more suitable range, which is convenient for the growth and development of spores.

As long as the external environment and temperature are suitable, these spores will bear "fruits" at an astonishing speed and at unexpected times.

Horatio remembered that he had seen many such bare hills along the way. They were all covered with thick snow and there was no significant difference from the surrounding environment. He did not pay attention to it at the time.

Everyone thought that it was a hillside terrain transformed by the agricultural world for growing fruit trees.

[God-Emperor, if those small hills are the wreckage of garbage ships filled with green-skinned spores...] He looked at the fruit trees on the roadside that were growing new buds, and suddenly his scalp went numb.

Yes, spring is here, it is full of life, the scene of everything blooming is still before our eyes...

Now he understood why the rebels had pulled back.

There is no doubt that the participants in the battle on this planet are no longer just the Empire versus the Chaos rebels. Judging from the distribution of greenskins, the battle on the surface is probably now a huge melee.

However, this is actually the case.

Looking at the planet Far from the planet's low-Earth orbit, the Imperial Navy officers suddenly discovered that dense explosions and flames appeared both inside and outside the originally opposing battle lines. The flames became more and more intense, and even had a tendency to scatter like flowers from the sky. Even the rear areas of both sides, which were theoretically very safe, were not spared.

The Far Star Army's General Staff also received hundreds of reports of attacks from various units in a short period of time. Some of these units were on the march, some were stationed at military stations, and some were directly in the rear areas such as logistics recuperation hospitals.

Because the positions were too scattered and irregular, the draftsman was unable to draw the current estimated battle line.

But there was one thing Horatio couldn't understand.

Is it really necessary for the rebels to withdraw their full-scale armored units from the front lines to deal with these small groups of greenskins who lack armor and guns, even if there are many of them? These freshly grown guys don't have the heavy equipment like Leo Ku and the Killing Jar, at least not yet.

A bad premonition vaguely rose in Horatio's heart.

Horatio's side.

"Ah! Damn it! How did these aliens appear! Did they grow out of the ground?! Ugh, damn it! My arm." The complaint was heard first, and Sir Wellesley, who was covered in mud and in a dishevel, squeezed into the safer interior of the square under the escort of the guards.

"May the Queen bless you, my dear, are you okay?" The frightened lady of the knight forced herself to step forward. Her trembling hands and pale face made her look more like a survivor returning from the battlefield than the knight himself.

"You don't look well, sir. And unfortunately, these aliens really do grow out of the ground." Horatio said as he nervously observed the gap where greenskins continued to pour out.

"Hiss, I think my arm must have been broken. My Lord, I can't move my right hand now."

The Jazz was gasping for breath as the brigade doctor arrived with a medical kit and immediately provided emergency treatment to his arm, which was at an odd angle.

But it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Even with the help of the empire's miraculous medical technology, the knight will probably not be able to use his right hand to conduct operations for a long time.

"Sir Wellesley, we must send a report to the General Staff immediately and have the engineers check the small slopes along the way. They are likely to contain the wreckage of greenskin junk ships filled with spores. The climate is right now, and the soil and water are abundant. It's a good time for the greenskins to hatch on a large scale."

Horatio put down the telescope and frowned.

"God-Emperor, in other words, these greenskins are lurking everywhere along the way we came? Huh?"

The knight, with his hair disheveled and his hat dropped to the ground and stepped into the mud by the greenskins, looked at the ferocious green aliens that were rushing towards him and constantly approaching the square formation, and said with gritted teeth.

"Also, the rebels' armored forces may also make some moves. If it is just for the purpose of defending and clearing these greenskins that are not so large in scale but are scattered everywhere, the Chaos rebels obviously don't need to withdraw powerful armored forces from the front line."

"You mean..." Sir Wellesley's eyes were dazed, and he realized something.

"Report! There's a call coming from the left front!" The messenger carrying the sound array system shouted and ran towards the Jazz.

"Left hand! Left hand! God Emperor, give me your left hand! Tsk!" The messenger instinctively stuffed the microphone into the Jazz's broken right hand, but in the end the Jazz snatched the microphone from the sound array with his left hand.

"We are the 339th Mordian Light Infantry Regiment! Our front line was attacked by the enemy's armored forces while advancing! I repeat, we are the 339th Mordian Light Infantry Regiment! Our forward guard line was attacked by the enemy's armored forces!

We have no mobile armor! We must stop advancing now and build a defensive position on the spot!

Wait, what the hell is that thing rushing towards me? !
New situation! There are aliens coming! There are aliens! Requesting support! Requesting support!"

The first call was hung up, and the next call came from the 42nd Highland Guard Regiment guarding the right side:

"Bad news, sir. Aliens have appeared in the area that our front-line reconnaissance troops have explored! There are quite a lot of them. Our vanguard troops have been engaged in a battle with them. We must stop advancing immediately! I repeat, sir! We must stop advancing immediately and organize defense!"

"God Emperor." The Jazz grasped the microphone of the sound array woodenly, and looked at the surroundings which were quiet and peaceful ten minutes ago. Suddenly, there was shouting and killing, gunfire rose up, and his Adam's apple moved a few times.

"It sounds terrible. I didn't expect the enemy's armored forces would take advantage of the chaos to deliver a right hook to our left wing.

Sir Wellesley, please order the 1st Brigade to stop advancing and build a defensive position on the spot!

"We can decide how to adjust the battle deployment after we solve the current crisis. Now the situation has changed drastically, and the original plan is definitely no longer applicable." Horatio suggested.

Sir Wellesley hung up the phone and gritted his teeth to ask the messenger to contact all the command posts at the front.

"The brigade headquarters ordered all advancing companies to stop advancing immediately, build a mobile defense line, and send out reconnaissance troops to check all nearby raised slopes. If they find the wreckage of a broken warship, they should be immediately blasted and the surrounding land should be burned.

At the same time, the brigade headquarters is under attack at this moment. Hereby issue a transfer order, the nearest Macharius heavy tank unit will immediately return to defend the brigade headquarters! I want to see your armored tracks within 20 minutes! "

The imminent threat of decapitation made the First Brigade unable to pay attention to the Modians who were attacked by the enemy armored forces nearby.

Everything will have to wait until the current life-and-death crisis is resolved.

More than 200 privates from the reserve battalion guarding the area, under the command of officers at all levels, took turns firing at the roaring greenskins, providing cover alternately, forming an uninterrupted fire strike network.

However, some of the green-skinned giants still managed to rush to the front of the defense line despite the rain of lasers. The first row of British soldiers who engaged in the battle raised their shining bayonets, burst into equally deafening roars, and engaged in a bloody hand-to-hand fight with these hideous and terrifying aliens.

This scene reminded Horatio of the scene tens of thousands of years ago on the battlefield of Waterloo, when a group of line soldiers in red formed a hollow square to fight against the tall and large cuirassier soldiers rushing towards them.

However, these greenskins are much larger and more deadly than Napoleon's cuirassiers.

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