Chapter 680 07.679: “Bloody Trench Battle (Part )”

The rebels stopped their artillery attacks, but the Kriegs showed no intention of stopping.

Their shells landed accurately on their first battle trench, with no regard for whether they would cause accidental casualties.

The flying shrapnel effectively killed the rebels who climbed out of the craters and rushed towards the Krieg trenches, and many rebels were ruthlessly killed in the final stage of the charge.

Horatio’s ears had already been buzzing from the incessant firing of the lumberjack bunker next to him.

From the moment the enemy rushed out of the trench, the gunfire from the bunker never stopped.

Two squads of soldiers hurried in carrying boxes of ammunition and came out empty-handed, repeating this cycle over and over again without stopping.

Horatio raised his telescope and looked toward the position of the 1314th Infantry Regiment.

Relying on their numerical advantage, they managed to hold off a wave of attacks with great difficulty. The front of their position was filled with corpses, and the number must have been thousands.

[Well done, Farida.] Horatio praised secretly in his heart.

After resolving the current crisis, the soldiers in the second support trench of the 1314th Regiment are lining up.

Then they followed the communication trench and headed towards the 1313th Infantry Regiment.

Since the battle lines of several kilometers are closely connected, the various regiments on the entire blockade line are actually in a relationship of mutual dependence – as long as the enemy breaks through the battle line, the enemy can follow the trenches and kill to the positions of the infantry regiments on the two wings next to it, launching a brutal meat grinder war.

Horatio’s frontal situation was critical, and the well-trained staff quickly gave deployment suggestions.

Since the trench space is limited, if too many soldiers are piled up, it will only affect the Kriegs’ close combat efficiency.

Therefore, one view of the staff group is that when the casualties of the own soldiers in the combat trench area are almost the same, the soldiers in the rear can throw a round of grenades first, and then send support soldiers through the communication trench to start a new round of meat grinder war.

“I think we can avoid going through the communication trench.” Another Krieg staff officer stared at the direction of the smoke ahead and suggested, “Let’s launch a counterattack directly. Let our soldiers march from above the trench and have a commanding position over the enemy in the trench.”

“The speed of the counter-charge will indeed be faster, but the soldiers will be temporarily exposed on the surface and may be killed and injured by enemy artillery fire, reducing the efficiency of support.” said another staff officer.

The staff officers all turned their eyes to Horatio, waiting for the regimental commander to decide how to reinforce the trenches ahead.

After weighing the pros and cons, Horatio said, “We have the enemy’s smoke to provide us with cover. We will launch a counterattack in five minutes. Let the artillery stop bombarding the first trench and start to form up now!”
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The soldiers in the second trench were lying in neat rows at their firing positions, their postures steady and resolute, like a green pine tree, standing tall and unyielding.

When the Kriegers built trenches, they nailed many iron plates on the logs that reinforced the inner walls. These iron plates would play a crucial role when launching a counterattack.

At that time, Krieg soldiers could step directly on the iron sheets and climb out of the trenches swiftly without the help of ladders.

In this way, a large number of soldiers can emerge on the entire horizon at the same time, avoiding the situation of being blocked by the enemy’s gun line and being passively attacked due to climbing ladders one by one.

Five minutes on the battlefield pass in a flash.

The hammer of war temporarily stopped its deafening roar, and the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Oh!!!——

As a loud and clear whistle suddenly sounded, the Kriegs emerged from the cracks in the earth like a black torrent, rushing out of the trenches silently and swiftly.

Their footsteps were steady and firm as they stepped on the black soil that had become wet and sticky due to being stained with blood.

Once upon a time, this was an endless expanse of fertile fields. The vast black soil nourished the empire’s crops and gave birth to vitality and hope.

However, now it has become a cruel purgatory filled with corpses, blood and mines.

In the diffuse blue smoke, the Kriegs broke through the thick poisonous fog, like a beast breaking through the waves in the deep sea, sweeping the edge of the trench with their bayonets, and then with a flash of cold light, they fiercely thrust into the body of the traitor below, piercing him through instantly. The rebels were like mad beasts, foaming at the mouth, shouting and screaming at the top of their lungs, and in close combat, they either pinched frantically with their hands or scratched with their highly keratinized claws, desperately trying to attack the enemy.

It can be seen that these people have had their minds clouded by drugs and hallucinogenic fog and are completely beyond salvation.

The imperial soldiers who were fighting face to face with them were wearing gas masks that concealed their real faces. One could only see them wrestling together and rolling hard in the muddy ground. No one knew what kind of expressions were behind the lenses of the gas masks.

But everyone understood that it must be a face distorted by extreme hatred and rage.

A gentle breeze blew past, dispersing the thick smoke and dust on the battlefield.

The view in front of the bunker gradually became clear under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The lumberjacks and heavy bolters once again made deafening explosions, and those laggards who were still struggling to sprint in the no-man’s land were soon and ruthlessly harvested by the dense volleys.

Their lives were extinguished in an instant like candles in the wind, adding new corpses to the dark land. This already fertile land may become even more fertile after the war because of the new “nutrients”.

“Their reinforcements are cut off!”

Horatio looked at the no-man’s land, where only the seriously injured but not dead were lying on the ground wailing. He turned and shouted to the Kriegs next to him, “Retake the first trench! For the Emperor!!!”

“For the Emperor!!!” The battle nuns next to them made the war cry even louder.

As soon as he finished speaking, he personally led the guard composed of Holy Rose Battle Sisters and Krieg soldiers and quickly crossed the communication trench.

This method of wiping out the remaining enemies is relatively safe, and it is also a good opportunity to prove to the Kriegs that an “outsider among outsiders” like him is also a fearless warrior of the Emperor of God like them.

If you don’t win the respect of your subordinates now, when will you?

As he advanced into the communication trench, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He raised his hand and fired a shot, accurately blowing up the head of a rebel soldier who was rushing from the corner of the communication trench.

In an instant, the bright red Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword suddenly appeared in his iron hand, and the sword exuded a terrifying aura.

He turned the motor of the chainsaw sword to maximum power, and the sharp roar seemed like a roar from hell.

Then, he raised his chainsaw sword and rushed towards the enemy like a ferocious beast.

At this moment, he was like a terrifying killer who suddenly rushed out from the end of a narrow passage. He was wearing a pitch-black gas mask, and his face and identity could not be seen clearly. The oversized chainsaw sword in his hand, the rotating single-molecule sharp teeth flashed a cold light, which was chilling.

“Ouch!”

With a rumbling roar of the motor, the chainsword bit into the first traitor who blocked his way, and Horatio pushed hard, knocking the enemy’s body down.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!” He strode forward, each step full of power. Wherever he went, the human body was easily cut into pieces.

Wherever he passed, he left behind a trail of broken limbs and heads. Blood mixed with rotten flesh and bones spurted everywhere like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and all over his body.

He kept moving forward bravely until he reached the end of the road, where the saw teeth hit a human body hard and sawed into the log, sending sawdust flying and the wood fibers being torn apart with a harsh friction sound.

At this time, the heat-blurred lenses in front of Horatio were already splattered with blood. The dark red liquid continued to flow down, along the drainage holes of the respirator, and dripped onto the black breastplate on his chest, leaving shocking blood marks.

After the killing, he only felt extremely hot and stuffy, as if his blood was burning and boiling in his veins.

He could no longer remember how many enemies he had torn to pieces as he charged forward with the extremely long chainsaw sword. He only knew that all those who came into contact with the high-speed rotating saw teeth died without exception, and turned into flying pieces of flesh and broken limbs.

“Go to hell! For the only supreme truth!” Seeing this, a rebel thought he had an opportunity. With red eyes, he picked up a homemade spiked trench stick and swung it hard at Horatio’s head.

(End of this chapter)