Primarchs's loss, Sergeant Adeptus Mechanicus saw it, and he said aloud, "Sir Roboute Guilliman, we have other designs here. Tanks that can gain the advantage of the commanding heights, and armored vehicles that can gain the advantage of the commanding heights..."
At this time, a clever Ultramarines adjutant came over quickly and pushed and carried Master Adeptus Mechanicus out, "Okay, okay, Sir Roboute Guilliman understands your wishes. There is a lot of work here, and I hope you will not continue to take up Sir Roboute Guilliman's energy."
Master Adeptus Mechanicus nodded, still expressing his opinion, "It is understandable that the memory should not be occupied too much to damage Machine Spirit's efficiency. Master Roboute Guilliman's behavior can be called efficient."
The valuables that raised blood pressure finally disappeared. Roboute Guilliman covered his face and sighed, looking through his fingers to the battlefield feedback on the table, and began to analyze the battle situation.
"Let Valhalla 15 and 16 Corps fill the defense line of the abandoned wall, Cadia 114, 115, 980 Armored Regiment and Catachan 1, 5 and 7 Regiment surround Ironwo Factory District. Let Calgar lead companies 67 to 90 Ultramarines to storm the degraded barracks, and tell Cato Sicarius not to rush too far forward and throw off the cover of friendly forces."
The command was sent in an orderly manner, and then Roboute Guilliman contacted Sanguinius to ask if his situation was okay.
"Me?" Sanguinius shook off the blood from the long sword and looked at the sixteen Orks Titans that were gradually burning and collapsing in front of him and said quite modestly, "It's okay, so-so. I only made a small contribution."
"Okay... Okay..." Roboute Guilliman nodded. He knew the strength of Sanguinius. Among all the brothers, this angel's combat power was the same as his beauty, which was simply unmatched by ordinary things.
After a long time, Roboute Guilliman said to Lion El'Jonson, "Okay, brother, you can go up and tear them apart."
Lion El'Jonson squinted his eyes, feeling that Roboute Guilliman's remarks simply implied that he was the same as Leman Russ.
Hum... a boy who needs a spanking...
As soon as Lion El'Jonson moved his steps, Dark Angels behind him understood that the battle was about to start and quickly prepared for the battle.
The next second, a huge forest bloomed in front of the eyes, enveloping all Dark Angels.
"We need support! We need support!" Wood, a noncommissioned officer with a slight head injury, roared loudly into the intercom. He didn't know if he could call for reinforcements, but he knew he had to do it.
The battlefield is really too big... it's really too big...
Before the war started, it was emphasized that the next battle would be a mess, which would be a severe test for officers and soldiers at all levels.
At first Wood sergeant couldn't understand it, and he still thought about how big this battlefield could be?
You must know that he is also a veteran who has fought hard battles. Iva World Imperium side and the rebel side fought fiercely. Millions of powerful tanks were running on the vast plains, so that in the later stages of the war, the remains of the tanks formed a complex street fighting structure.
But now it seems that their pride has become a joke. They say that the number of legion armors deployed here is tens of billions, and the number of soldiers is immeasurable.
When the numbers are too huge, the human mind loses concept. When there are tens of thousands of people, there are no boundaries, and it is impossible to distinguish the quantity.
With so many troops on this chessboard-like battlefield, there is still a terrible situation where the defense line cannot be filled up, which shows the scale of the battlefield.
But just because they can't fill up the battlefield doesn't mean that the enemy can't fill it up. What Sergeant Wood and his troops need to fight against is not Orks, but those Degraded Ones soldiers who look humanoid but have no appearance. There are only a few thousand people in their small position, but there are hundreds of thousands of Degraded Ones soldiers who come to besiege them.
If it weren't for the sufficient ammunition tubes and the stiff and clumsy movements of the Degraded Ones soldiers, they would have been unable to hold on any longer.
"Enemy armor! They're coming!"
A howl diverted Wood's attention from the buzzing intercom to outside the position.
Degraded Ones's corpses piled up into hills one after another composed of powder and debris, making this flat area rugged.
Degraded Leman Russ tanks, degraded Chimera armored vehicles, degraded Sentinel and many degraded infantry crowded over. The overly dense formation caused them to be crushed under their feet by the friendly forces behind them from time to time, but what did this mean to a unit with no morale, and even no life and soul?
There are also some enemies who came out of the mountain of corpses. They merged together and wriggled forward in twisted and deformed postures.
Looking at the enemy troops coming like a tide, Wood felt a sense of despair in his heart, but he was not afraid, because all the humans in this position and even on this battlefield had seen God-Emperor's perfect, holy and inviolable face.
Wood was moved to tears just by seeing God-Emperor's perfectly proportioned human body, and that majestic face made his heart suffocate.
Since then, there has been no coward or coward in the Imperium army, and all doubts about Golden Throne have disappeared. This has even made Commissar, whose main job is to maintain order in the army, almost unemployed.
Tsk! Tsk!
The sound of the heavy laser cannon was like the roar of God-Emperor, firing the first shot of the position defense battle. A deteriorated Leman Russ was penetrated through the shell on the spot, and the disgusting and juiceless meat inside also burst into flames.
"For God-Emperor! We die in battle with honor!" The only remaining soldiers shouted, throwing the prepared grenades far away.
The moving wave was slightly slowed down, but its forward momentum still did not stop.
Deteriorated Leman Russ opened fire, and the shells were spit out together with the shells, falling into the position and exploding. Countless bones and debris attacked the soldiers' bodies like flying needles, rattling their armor.
Deteriorated Sentinel also opened fire. The weapon with a structure similar to a rapid-fire laser cannon spit out a series of carrion water arrows, burning the bunker with a hissing sound, and burning the soldiers' flesh and bones.
Wood and his soldiers were suppressed by the raging firepower. When the enemy rushed to the position, they would all fall to Golden Throne.
Without blaming the friendly forces for not providing support, Wood took out a Chainsword that was issued to him as a non-commissioned officer, and held a Laspistol in his right hand that was about to run out of energy.
"Dedicate yourself to God-Emperor today... the folks will be proud of us... proud of us!"
Wood silently chanted to boost his energy, and when the head of the degraded soldier appeared, he could rush in and fight Dreadnought.
However, today was by no means the day of his death. A series of cursors struck from afar, piercing into the body of the degraded soldier, taking root deeply like a parasitic plant, and then exploded.