inspire-indiana Chapter 439 If the old doesn’t go, the new won’t come.
Chapter 439 If the old doesn’t go, the new won’t come.
A lieutenant, a platoon leader, leading a team of 80 people, Harold had never imagined that he would be able to become such a person. So when he stood in front of these dozens of soldiers, he felt an indescribable sense of surprise.
This is something that many people dare not even think about, and it is something that many people want but cannot get. How many enemies must be killed to reach this stage, and how many comrades must die before a military rank can be awarded.
"Too many, really too many, so many that you won't be able to remember half of their names in your lifetime, and so many that you won't be able to recognize half of their faces in your lifetime. I am your platoon leader, Harold, and I hope you can remember my name and live to the end.
We have only known each other for three days, and I have only used three days to learn how to be a platoon leader. I hope I can remember as many of your names as possible, and call you brothers, and the longer the better. "
Harold saw the confused look in his eyes, just like when he first arrived at the battlefield. He pointed at the most obvious one and asked loudly:
"Private, your name!"
"To!"
The soldier who was called reacted very quickly. He stood at attention, chest puffed out, and shouted:
"Private Perkins, sir!"
"Very good, Perkins. You are much more energetic than I was before. If you keep up this momentum, those green-skinned orcs will be afraid of your aura!"
"Yes, sir."
"But if I told you that you would die in the next battle, would you still be able to maintain your faith?"
Harold couldn't believe that he could say such words. He had really changed. The tragic deaths in the war had transformed him... He also began to adapt to this difficult life.
"I..can! Sir! I can."
Private Parkins paused, but still raised his neck to express his attitude. Harold nodded, and he understood why the political commissar hated his identity.
"Then keep it up. Everyone get in the car!"
Following Harold's order, the team of 80 people divided into two teams and boarded the transport trucks. There were more than 200 shaking trucks in the parking lot, and nearly fully armed soldiers were ready to go. They would act as spears to resist the impact.
Now it is another Hundred Regiments Campaign, which continues to advance the depth of the battle with flesh and blood. Leading the way is a regiment of armored forces. Fifty Lemanus tanks and thirty mechanized vehicles act as sharp spear tips to tear through the front line.
A long line of snakes rushed towards the orc line. Hundreds of twisting snakes left traces of their galloping on the barren ground. The sky stirred by the gushing black smoke and the swirling sand became dim.
The orc sentinels discovered the movements of the troops, and the orc boss began to gather his own troops. The desire for battle began to urge them to sharpen their swords and continue their fight as they pleased.
"Turn on all walkie-talkies. If you find any orc mechanized troops, do not engage them. The first priority is to cooperate with the front armored regiment to break through the front line and establish a central position.
Don't be afraid, this time, you can see the arrival of the Navy aircraft... To be honest, this is the first time I, your platoon leader, have seen it."
As Harold spoke, he stuck his head out of the car window. His left prosthetic eye tracked and locked onto the target. He saw a squadron of fighter planes gradually descending through the thin clouds.
Eight Lightning fighters escorted six Predator bombers. Their mission was to get to the Orc position first, not to bomb the position amidst a barrage of bullets, but to raid the ground at low altitude to clear a corridor for the ground troops to pass safely.
"Buzz, rumble," a burst of air-breaking sound stimulated the soldiers' nerves. Then the sound of the mines detonated by the falling bombs made their blood boil. Nine fighter planes were deployed along the way, clearing a safe ground corridor of hundreds of meters for the convoy.
"Ground troops, please note, we are approaching the Orc front area. The radar has detected the Daka fleet. We will harass them. Please stay safe for the Empire!"
"Ground troops received. Armored regiments open fire freely, aiming at any orc buildings in a straight line. Mechanized troops are ready to intercept, and transport troops are ready to maneuver and evade."
The fighter planes began to circle and rise, the twin heavy bombers and twin laser cannons began to spew flames, and the Lemanus heavy artillery on the ground also began to roar, the Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles provided cover for the operation, and the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery also began to bombard the positions.
The orcs stood on the wall and fired intensively, with machine guns and artillery coming out one after another, and missiles and rockets were all available. The huge wall was quickly raised, and a large number of orc chariots immediately roared onto the scene.
There was a burst of gunfire, with shells even gnawing at the car body. Everyone could only pin their fate on the protection of the God-Emperor. However, it would be fleeting and they would not suffer too much pain, as this thing was reserved for those who survived.
"Death strike missile launched!"
The intercontinental missiles were used directly face to face. The huge guy flew into the sky in the gushing smoke and dust, shuttled through the trembling fighter planes, and passed through the erupting barrage of bullets.
"BOOM", after a mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high passed, the mechanical troops marched towards the sea of fire with their heads held high.
"24 million airborne troops within 120 kilometers have completed their landing mission. Their mission is to conduct guerrilla warfare in small numbers, blocking the orc infantry while destroying high-value targets as much as possible.
If we advance another 8 kilometers, we will reach the designated location. Everyone, immediately build the Aegis defense line. Time is running out. If you don't have a shield wall in front of you, you'll have to block it yourself.
At the same time, the millions of artillery positions in the rear will begin to creep and fire, and then the infantry in the rear will begin to slowly advance the front line. We have to prevent the enemy from reinforcing. Cheer up, guys. Cheer up..."
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"Earth-shaking cannon position No. 113, Earth-shaking cannon position No. 113, coordinates confirmed, coordinates confirmed."
When combat information came over the radio, the lieutenant who was checking the map immediately stood up and shouted to everyone to enter combat status immediately.
“方位1-7-2-0，方位1-7-2-0，范围4-7-5-0，范围4-7-5-0。”
“设置射界！方位1-7-2-0，范围4-7-5-0！”
"Position 1-7-2-0 set up complete!"
"Range 4-7-5-0 placement completed!"
"Aim! Fire!"
Sand and rocks were shaken, hundreds of artillery pieces received their respective combat positions, and the simultaneous firing made the ground tremble. Hundreds of high-yield shells flew in parabolas, and in the air they encountered shells fired from other positions.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, over a hundred thousand, nearly a million, the roaring shells tore through the wind and fell to the ground with a sharp scream. The mushroom forest disappeared, the orc soldiers were shattered into pieces, the bunker positions collapsed, and tens of thousands of square kilometers of land began to turn into scorched earth.
The infantry corps on the front line began to move forward, and a large number of automated robots of the Order also began to stride forward. The command company once again issued orders to inform the artillery of the attack direction, trying to make it as difficult as possible for those green-skinned orcs to breathe.
"4-2, artillery range advances 50."
"Adjust the shooting range, 4-2, advance 50!"
"Placement completed!"
"Aim and fire!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
"The remaining orcs! Prepare for battle!"
The battle on the front line was in full swing, and the troops that had completed the breakthrough in the rear also began their war of attrition. The paratroopers in the lead had been consumed by more than a quarter, and their arrival immediately filled the gaps and loopholes.
The smell of blood permeating the battlefield made the soldiers who got off the vehicles feel nauseous, and the burnt smell from the raging fire made them suffocate. They had no time to buffer and had to get off the vehicles and start fighting immediately.
Those fanged and clawed orcs had no idea of how to fight. Some were shooting guns, some were wielding knives, some were driving bouncing bombs, and some were operating mechas. The huge crowds of them were frightening.
"Calling for air support, the orcish Evil Sun clan's motorized forces have arrived, requesting a low-altitude ground strike. The east side of the green smoke bomb is a friendly position, please avoid it."
Several Avenger attack aircraft flew past, their onboard Avenger bolters and four laser cannons bombarding the Orks charging on the ground, and countless armored vehicles and heavy targets were shot and exploded.
The anti-aircraft firepower began to counterattack, and when the fleet dodged and climbed left and right, it was chased by the Orc Daka plane. In the sky, on the ground, by fighter planes, vehicles, humans, and Orks, both sides fought fiercely.
One shouted the Lord of Mankind, the other yelled "aaagh", and millions of people charged across this vast land. Insignificance enveloped everyone, and courage spread in everyone's heart.
And death is everywhere in the wilderness.
"Single-wing encirclement. Harold, lead your second platoon to flank and shoot these beasts hard from the rear!"
"Understood. Everyone in the second row, follow me!"
Harold jumped out of the shield wall and commanded his men to encircle the flank. They used the armored vehicles as cover, threw out smoke bombs to hide their movements, and moved forward quickly in two steps.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when those fearless orcs were charging, dozens of guns were aimed at the orcs who were shouting loudly. Many ugly guys had already seen their coming, but the sporadic gun muzzles could not withstand the volley of fire from the crowd.
Harold shouted "volley", and the laser that tore through the wind burned the orcs' bodies. The fall of the aliens gave everyone great confidence, but a large number of orcs were still pouring towards them.
Without heavy firepower to suppress the enemy, the team cannot hold out for long. When the main force cannot break through, they will inevitably suffer more attacks from the enemy.
"Report, more than half a regiment of orcs are coming to reinforce from the northwest. The second platoon is on the enemy's route. Request retreat or fire support."
Harold was asking the signalman to report, but before his superiors could send back orders, there was a sound of something cutting through the sky. It was not the whizzing sound of a shell, but more like something large pressing down.
He immediately looked up at the sky and saw three airdrop pods falling rapidly from the sky. He turned around and signaled all the soldiers to prepare for falling protection.
Everyone was either lying down or hiding, and then they heard three loud bangs, "bang bang bang", and 15 Space Marines from the xx Regiment walked out from the flying sand and rocks, with their various heavy firearms showing their power, and the fierce firepower instantly suppressed the manic orcs.
What's more important is their flexible steps and agile posture, which are the key to their victory. These fifteen Space Marines rushed into the herd like chopping melons and vegetables, and their speed of advancement was so fast that Harold and his men could not catch up even if they rode their horses.
However, the astonished soldiers were not frightened by this situation. Instead, they became more excited and entered a war posture. The heroic posture of the angel stimulated them to move forward bravely.
Although most of them had never seen them, or even heard of them, so much so that Harold was still shouting at the automated soldiers to follow the Order, at least the result was good.
"Everyone, take one minute to assemble, then set up heavy firepower and prepare to meet the enemy!"
After Harold finished speaking, he took the sniper laser rifle and aimed at the orcs. The modified mechanical prosthetic eye allowed him to be at ease in complex environments. He could also lock onto multiple orcs at once like an angel.
Once visual tracking is turned on, it is as if the target has pressed the slow-down button. Even in the blurred environment, he can clearly see the target licking his lips.
The way they peek out from above the hills and valleys shows their cunningness, but it's a pity that they have to pay the price for their nature.
"BIU!"
Eight hundred meters away, the orcs' heads burst like watermelons, and the splattered brain tissue covered the faces of the fart spirits carrying ammunition nearby. They howled and cried about the death of their eldest brother, disturbing the minds of the other orcs.
The orcs began to charge at close range. There was no other reason. After all, they saw the big guys like Astartes coming. They became excited and started cheering, saying "be careful of snipers" and "be careful of grenades."
Now there is only one word, one phrase, one sound, one thought in his mind, that is it.
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"
"Everyone, protect the angels. Don't let any alien go!"
The buzzing of lasers continued, and reinforcements came in an endless stream behind the crowd. The shouts of the orcs began to weaken, because the courage of humans was just as great. After all, the worst that could happen was death.
"For the Empire, for the God-Emperor!"
The vast Astra Militarum launched a counterattack. They followed the God-Emperor's Angels in the heroic battle. However, not all of them could overcome their fear. After all, they were just mortals.
"Private Perkins, get up and follow the team!"
"Platoon... Platoon leader... I... my ears..."
Harold seemed to see himself. Poor Perkins had lost his helmet just like he had done before. The buzzing lasers and roaring explosions had caused his ears to bleed. He must have been as panicked as he was before.
"I know, so don't even think about asking me to find you one next time."
The new helmet was put on Perkins' head. The private watched his platoon leader leave in a daze. He watched him awaken other collapsed soldiers. He seemed to hear the platoon leader's words and how to muster up courage.
“I am a person,
I am a little weak,
But I am a Guardsman,
Weakness means death,
I will be extremely proud.
Crush your own weaknesses! "