"Your requested fire coverage area still contains a small number of friendly forces. Do you wish to proceed with the fire coverage?"
"Yes, Princeps. Thank you."
After coordinating with the Titan Princeps and carrying out several indiscriminate fire strikes, Dade quietly breathed a sigh of relief beside the tactical table.
It looked like the position had been held.
The beams fired by the Mars Witch Titan swept across the front half of the position from several kilometers away. Those Plague Zombies and terrifying, powerful Daemon Engines were utterly insignificant before the Titan's firepower.
Behind his gas mask, Dade looked at Grot standing across from him. He rather wanted to thank him.
After all, without the help of those tentacled Black Sphere machines, there would have been no way to hastily construct a trench-lined position for a trench battle. They would have been lucky to pile up a few sandbags in time, and the Death Korps would never have qualified for the first round of Titan fire support.
But the words of thanks never left his mouth. Dade lowered his gaze past Grot's Power Armor and toward the half of the tactical table belonging to Grot.
The 44th Infantry Regiment was also holding its position.
They were only facing Plague Warriors, so their situation was not quite as dire.
Dade had originally intended to organize another breakout force to fight their way over to the 44th Regiment and support them, but it now seemed unnecessary, so he temporarily abandoned the idea.
At this moment, Grot had no idea that this Krieger before him had actually considered helping him.
But he would never know, because Dade would not say it himself, and the battle situation that soon took a sharp turn for the worse left the Krieger unable to spare anyone to