Chapter 711 07.710: “Billions of poisonous blades, billions of glory!”

squeak!
The baroness stared at the traitor in front of her, who suddenly emerged from his dormant state in a strange and twisted posture, like a lurking beast, wielding a chainsaw sword, and the ferocious teeth slashed towards her with a sharp whistling sound.

Fortunately, the Baroness’s good habit of always being on guard saved her life at this moment.

When a dying foe launches a premeditated attack, she raises her chainsword without hesitation and strikes back with swift force.

boom!
There was a deafening roar, and the two chainsaw swords were entangled in an instant. The teeth turned wildly, splashing countless sparks, and the harsh sound of metal collision echoed all around.

At this extremely tense moment, suddenly, Horatio and the Baroness both received emergency signals from the sky on their communication channels at the same time.

“Attention all ground units, this is the Kaledes Bombardment Group calling in.

Our unit is carrying out a bombing mission, entering at 165 degrees, dropping bombs in a straight line from southeast to northwest, with an airstrike corridor of 8 kilometers. Be careful to avoid the airstrike area.” The voice was filled with unquestionable urgency.

Before Horatio, the wizard Ukani floated like an illusory shadow.

He seemed to have foreseen everything that was about to happen. A sly smile appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. At the same time, he raised the flag of the 1313th Infantry Regiment and said to Horatio with his psychic voice:

“Do you want this? Do you want to know the mystery of your origin? Then defeat me under the watchful eyes of the Supreme God, and I will be waiting for a duel with you underground.

Let the Supreme God see who among us is the only chosen one! “

call out!
As he finished speaking, a strange energy wave suddenly surged around the wizard Ukani, enveloping the group flag and disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only an empty mist that gradually faded.

“Pure-blood Heart! Retreat!” Horatio hurriedly shouted to the Baroness through the rosary.

Time is running out and every second is crucial. The two mechas must disperse quickly and exit the bombing area, otherwise they will be destroyed together by their own bombing.

Fortunately, Horatio’s rosary has unimpeded communication access to the Imperial Navy.

He quickly used the rosary to coordinate with the Kaledes bombing group and make fine adjustments to the bombing path.

In the end, the Kaledes Bombing Squadron changed its bombing route from southeast to northwest to east to west, expecting to bomb all the way towards the enemy positions.

Soon, 16 bombers formed a dense goose-shaped bombing formation and swooped down from the sky like black thunder.

“Arrived at the designated air strike location.” The pilot reported calmly and steadily to other members through the built-in sound array.

“Let the Emperor’s blazing fire cleanse this filthy land filled with evil fog!”

The bomber operator shouted wildly and yanked down the lever with his gloved hands.

The bomb bay slowly opened, revealing it to be densely packed with dangerous plasma bombs. The silver-grey bomb bodies exuded a cold and deadly aura.

call out! ——

Each bomb dropped with a long and sharp crackling sound, and emitted a dark blue flame from the tail, falling down at high speed like a meteor.

The violent explosion instantly blew the thick fog on the battlefield away in all directions, and the fog that originally covered the sky and the sun quickly dissipated.

A powerful air wave rushed through the feet of the mecha, like an invisible giant hand, dispersing the poisonous gas and fog that permeated the ground.

The air gradually became breathable, and Horatio was able to see the surrounding scene clearly.

The “fog of war” created by the evil magic seemed to have finally given up its futile struggle. Like a living tentacle, it slowly shrank back until it completely disappeared.

On the ground, the Tzaanhorn beasts that emerged from the cracks suddenly panicked.

Without the protective fog, these low-level cannon fodders armed only with swords and shields will now face the heavy air and ground firepower of mortals.

At the same time, Devourer transport ships roared down from the sky. They came from distant orbits, loaded with troops from four late assault regiments.

The transport ship slowly landed, the hatch opened, and one Leman Russ tank after another drove out steadily along the slanted pedals. The tracks rubbed against the ground, making a dull sound.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble violently, as if an ancient beast had been awakened and was roaring.

Roaring engine sounds came from two transport planes that were obviously overweight and whose landing gear were stuck in the ground.

Then, the Emperor’s Poison Blade, with its majestic and thick gun barrel held high, slowly drove out.

The crown jewel of every Krieg Assault Regiment – a Super-Heavy Tank Assault Company, composed entirely of Emperor’s Baneblades or Macharius Super-Heavy Tanks.

(The strongest tank body on the surface – Emperor’s Poison Blade)
But the reinforcements this time were particularly luxurious. The four assault regiments came from the historic 88th Siege Army, which had been a meritorious force in the siege of Flax.

The tanks quickly turned their cannons around, aiming their black muzzles at the tiny cracks on the field. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless shells whizzed out from the gun barrels. Thousands of steel monsters that had just unloaded from transport planes, their engines spewing black smoke that covered the sky. Their gray-black tracks rolled over the trenches, their brand-new transmission wheels rolled the soil into them, and they steadily advanced into the no-man’s land.

The Tzaanhorns screamed and began to flee into the warp rifts in panic.

Being forced into exile would weaken the power of these low-level beastmen. In this battle where there was no suspense, these treacherous guys chose to expend their power in advance to tear open the Warp rift. This was the unique “a man of insight becomes a hero” of Tzeentch’s creatures.

At this time, the Chaos rebels who were still fighting stubbornly on their positions also realized that the situation was not good, and prepared to preserve their manpower and retreat to the rear defense line.

Obviously, the powerful but slow-moving Imperial heavy armored forces alone would not be able to catch up with these retreating enemies.

At this moment, a silent troop embarked on a pursuit.

From the transport ships, Krieg’s Death Troopers walked out in an orderly manner like a forest and quickly assembled behind the battle line.

These cavalrymen moved with great speed and their organization and discipline were exemplary.

They held lances with explosive spearheads, and flags fluttered on the sergeants’ gun barrels, serving as rallying beacons for each squadron.

Soon, they formed a tight wall-like charge formation, with each cavalryman only 0.8 meters apart and the front and back rows maintaining a distance of 5 meters, riding their horses across the trenches one by one.

These genetically modified war horses have wide hooves like mountain goats, and they have excellent mobility in muddy and uninhabited areas. They can run as if on flat ground without losing speed at all.

The mud rolled between the horses’ hooves, making a rumbling sound, and the earth began to tremble, as if shaken by this powerful force.

The cavalrymen formed a neat charging formation that stretched for several kilometers, and the spacing between each squadron was generally uniform.

Horatio knew very well that with such a long charging queue and such a high speed, only elites who had undergone countless rigorous training could maintain such a neat queue.

The shaking of the earth became more and more pronounced as the cavalry charge approached, as if playing the prelude to this fierce battle.

When they were less than a hundred meters away from the enemy, the cavalry suddenly accelerated. The first two rows of cavalry, each 5 meters apart, laid down their 2.7-meter-long assault lances, with the tips of the lances flashing coldly, pointing directly at the enemy.

At this time, the rebel soldiers were running out of the trenches and preparing to board vehicles to go to the rear front line. The remaining Tzaanhorns on the battlefield were also screaming and fleeing towards the subspace rift from which they came.

However, the speed of running on foot could not compare to the speed of the galloping Death Cavalry.

A death cavalryman held his lance tightly under his armpit and pointed the sharp tip of the spear accurately at a rebel soldier who ran out of the trench with his back to him.

The warhorse neighed loudly, leaped with all its might, and flew into the air. Its strong leg muscles easily crossed the 3-meter-wide battle trench.

The sharp lance fell from the sky like lightning and pierced the rebel’s back accurately.

“Ah!” A shrill scream suddenly rang out, and the strong death cavalry stabbed the traitor whose chest was pierced with the tip of his spear and continued to charge on horseback.

Two, three… More and more human bodies were pierced by him, hanging on the tip of the gun like barbecue.

After stabbing four people, he flexibly swung the lance downward with his wrist, and with a flick of the lance tip, he threw the four pierced bodies heavily down.

Some heavily armored rebels wearing carapace armor and holding battle axes or bayonet laser guns also tried to put up a last-ditch effort against the Death Troopers.

They brandished their bayonets, trying to intimidate the cavalry on their horses.

A skilled rider stood up from his horse, leaned forward slightly, and held his spear in reverse.

He was in a high position, relying on the length advantage of his lance, and made several fake stabbing movements to prevent the traitor from getting close enough to fight him with a bayonet.

When the traitor was frightened by the rapid thrust of the spear and dared not to move, and the stalemate reached the moment of exhaustion and relaxation, the death trooper suddenly turned the spear over and stabbed the traitor’s neck and collarbone from top to bottom.

“Ahem!”

The spear head penetrated directly through the carapace’s unprotected throat and pierced diagonally into the collarbone.

The traitor coughed up blood, his bloodshot eyes widened, his body swayed a few times, and then fell to the ground.

A trumpeter blew a powerful horn.

The pursuit team ignored these solitary and dying men. They galloped on their horses with a clear goal in mind, heading straight for the enemy’s truck parking area.

That is where their military headquarters and logistical supplies are located.

(End of this chapter)