The Yellow Turban Strongmen were all courageous, and their blessings had made them strong enough to fight Space Marines. But the vast gap in combat experience meant the battle was not going well.
A commander was the soul of an army. Cheng Mingrui intended to lead the charge himself, wipe out some of the Space Marines, and raise morale.
In a narrow passage, a platoon of Green Ring Guardians was pressing an attack. They had formed up with the assault squad in front, command in the middle, and the heavy weapons team at the rear.
Blocking them was a company of Rebel Army militia. They had the advantage of terrain, two large-caliber heavy machine guns, a Meltagun, and no shortage of Lasguns in various sizes. But they were mortals. Even in such a cramped passage, they could not hold back the Space Marines.
One of the large-caliber heavy machine guns had only fired briefly before a precisely placed Bolt blew its gunner's head apart. A second gunner tried to take over, only to suffer the same fate.
The Meltagun, which could burn through armour and kill a Space Marine with a single shot, also fell to the ground. The Space Marine Scout carrying a sniper rifle had eliminated that high-threat target immediately.
Rex glanced at the Scout and nodded. It seemed breaking through this line of Cultists was only a matter of time. They could afford to advance slowly; the overall priority was to minimize casualties.
Resk felt that following the Ordo Malleus to suppress this planet had been his worst decision since succeeding to the position of Legion Master.
The Cultists here were unlike any he had encountered in hundreds of years. They did not rely heavily on the power of the Chaos Gods, nor had they become irrational