The second bunker complex had fallen, and a fresh artillery barrage landed amid the defenses of the third bunker complex.
It was clear the enemy had not built any additional fortifications between the second and third lines of defense. The trench and transit network here seemed more suited for reinforcing the front lines or facilitating troop withdrawals.
The Krieg soldiers cleared the trenches one by one, sending gouts of flame from their flamethrowers into the ruptured flesh bunkers.
The operators fused with the bunker weapons burned to death in their tombs, and the stench of scorched meat drifted out through the cracks.
Grenadier 19 once again wiped out a squad of rebel soldiers that burst from an underground shelter. He easily chopped down the entire group of traitors with his entrenching tool, suffering nothing more than two impact craters on his heavy armor.
Honestly...
He did not know what to say. Grenadier 19 was beginning to find this battlefield somewhat boring. It was even easier and more effortless than he had imagined.
Shouldn't a huge group of troublesome enemies have appeared to cut the attacking forces in half and launch a splendid counterattack? Or they could at least have planted mines and booby traps in the trenches. Anything would have been better than such a simplistic defensive system.
How had this managed to hold back the other regiments for half a year?
Was it because they cherished their own lives more than they desired to serve The Emperor?
Grenadier 19 did not know. He used the communicator assigned to him to contact the nearest soldiers.
Before him stood an open tunnel entrance, with the sounds of sporadic gunfire echoing from within. He needed a comrade to cover the other direction.
"This is Alpha Grenadier Assault Team A1. One of the