Chapter 681 07.680: “Trench Battle (Part )”

With the help of the evil god’s power, the enemy’s movements are extremely fast, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But Horatio, who had undergone special transformation surgery, reacted even faster, even surpassing the blessing that Tzeentch bestowed on mortals.

The iron hand immediately swung out and hit the crudely made stick hard, sending it flying.

Then he quickly grabbed the barrel of the bolt pistol with his left hand, and swung it hard in the opponent’s face with the counterweight handle.

With a “crack” sound, the lens of the human skin gas mask was shattered into pieces, and the fragments mixed with the body fluids in the lens splashed out.

“Cough!” The attacker groaned in pain, blood gushing out from the broken lens, splashing on the logs on the inner wall of the trench, and his body fell heavily onto the wooden board at the bottom.

Immediately, he was pinned down by another fallen rebel, unable to move.

Horatio looked up and saw a silent grenadier holding a bloody black engineer shovel, standing not far away.

Suddenly, the grenadier raised his hand and swung the engineer shovel at Horatio.

At the same time, Horatio bent down without hesitation and pulled the trigger in the direction of the grenadiers.

boom!
With a gunshot, a rebel soldier who was charging with a bayonet was shot down. His forward body suddenly stopped, and after taking the last two steps weakly, he fell heavily to the ground.

“Ah!!!” A short, shrill cry came from behind Horatio.

It was a rebel soldier holding a flamethrower. He had just jumped down and was about to spray flames at Horatio’s back.

However, just as his finger was on the trigger, the quick-eyed and quick-handed grenadier smashed his forehead with a shovel.

Brain matter splattered in the bloody head and the flamethrower fell off.

The grenadier was quick-witted and stepped on the flamethrower with his dirty boots, quickly extinguishing the fire that was about to ignite.

“Well done, soldier,” Horatio praised the grenadier as he reached out to wipe the blood off his lens.

The grenadier gave him a standard Sky Eagle salute, then took the walkie-talkie from his back and handed it to Horatio.

“Horatio! How are you doing? I have sent support to your position!” Farida’s anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie.

He felt relieved as he watched a group of grenadiers with the number ‘1314’ written on their helmets charge into the trenches like tigers and quickly wipe out the remaining enemies.

“The position was held, and we made the enemy pay a heavy price. Well done, we survived the bloody first day.”
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It was not until the sun gradually set and the sky was dyed blood red that the bloody smell in the air subsided slightly.

The Holy Rose Sisters carried the wounded to the rear logistics trench for medical treatment, while the Krieg soldiers carried the bodies and executed the remaining rebels who were seriously injured and lingering on the battlefield one by one.

On the 1313-kilometer-long front line guarded by the 12th Infantry Regiment, 3 kilometers were the enemy’s main attack point.

In the trenches alone, there were more than 2200 corpses lying in a mess, and the number of bodies left behind by those enemies who died on the charge must have been even greater.

Among them, there were more than 800 bodies suspected to be those of the Krieg.

The word “suspected” is used because some of the human body fragments were too severely damaged to determine whether they belong to one person or multiple people.

The wounded were quickly taken to a field medical tent set up by the Sisters of the Holy Rose.

Horatio urgently dispatched the Averrus landing craft loaded with medical supplies from his light cruiser in the outer orbit. The landing craft slowly landed at the edge of the landing field and provided valuable medical supplies to the field inspection hospital built by the court officials in a timely manner.

Although the Kriegs did not care much about the wounded, this time their main purpose was to summarize experience for future Imperial Navy landing forces, so necessary medical assistance and battlefield rescue were still essential.

After all, it wasn’t the Kriegs who would join the Imperial Marines in the future.

“May the souls of these loyal warriors of the God-Emperor return to the Golden Throne, loyally.” Horatio stood in front of the collected corpses, his expression solemn, and recited the prayer in a low voice.

The flamethrower stood aside with a solemn expression. After hearing the order, he decisively pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the corpses on the battlefield were engulfed by the raging fire, turning into a towering bonfire in the night.

Similar flames soon ignited on the surrounding positions. In the dark night, these flames connected into a line, like the beacon fires that transmitted military intelligence in ancient times, illuminating this cruel battlefield.

Horatio turned his head and saw the central hive city in the distance, which had been cut off from water and electricity, in complete darkness, like a silent giant beast or a towering mountain in the fog, exuding a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere.

Horatio stared at the towering hive cities and couldn’t help but frown, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

“Within three months… I must get it!” he whispered to himself, his voice filled with unquestionable determination.
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He wiped off as much mud as possible with a wet cloth, then sat down at the simple wooden table in the trench’s quick-concrete command post and began to carefully write down what he saw and heard on the first day of battle.

Just as he had done before on the attack ship, he was writing a new book entitled “A Record of the Establishment of the Imperial Navy’s Landing Combat Forces” to provide valuable reference experience and guidance for the future establishment of the Imperial Navy’s fleet landing forces.

“Captain… Captain…!” Suddenly, an ethereal voice sounded softly in his ears, as if coming from the distant sky.

“Who?!” Horatio was slightly startled and subconsciously tightened the pen in his hand. The rosary on his neck began to buzz slightly.

“I am Meilun.” The ethereal voice sounded again.

“Xiaomei???” Horatio felt very surprised that his chief astropath suddenly contacted him through the void.

This was his first time experiencing the void conversation of the Astropath. The ethereal voice seemed to come from all directions at the same time, making it impossible to find the source.

Or rather, the sound did not come through his ears, but reached directly into his skull and echoed in his mind.

“Inquisitor Thei attempted to reach you, but her line was down.

She found me before going underground and asked me to establish telepathic connection with her, just in case.

We have finally established a connection through psychic perception, and she has something to say to you.” Xiaomei’s voice continued to ring in Horatio’s mind, her tone calm and steady.

Then, the rose beads on Horatio’s neck suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, which quickly gathered into particles and gradually formed an outline image of Thei and the surrounding environment. Although the image was a little blurry, Thei’s figure could still be clearly recognized.

“Horatio, can you hear…? Zizi.” In the dazzling reflection of the golden light, an ethereal sound came from afar.

Horatio looked anxious and responded immediately: “I can hear you. Where are you? Why is the communication signal so bad?”

“Father Lati and I each led a small force and have infiltrated beneath the central hive. As you guessed, there are indeed those alien-style black stone obelisks here.

However……”

Before he could finish his words, the already unclear star communication was suddenly interrupted by inexplicable and powerful interference.

(End of this chapter)