Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 122: The Siege of Felax, Part 1
Endless golden wheat fields transform into an endless horizon on an astonishing scale.

Almost the entire world is covered by giant wheat that is more than half a person's height, and is surrounded by the pungent smell of fertilizers, antibiotics, and disinfectants.

Frenstein sped along the makeshift road, and although it was muddy and bumpy, he could still drive on it as if it were flat ground. However, this made the Space Marine standing on the roof of the car look a little embarrassed.

While his stamina is definitely sufficient and his magnetic boots are sturdy and reliable, he does have a bit of an awkward position.

He asked seriously on the radio, "Did the last hitchhiker really sit like this?"

Even though he asked many veterans and their testimonies were consistent, he still couldn't believe that anyone would lie on the roof of a car and move forward.

This shark from the Carcharodon Regiment was obviously in a lot of trouble. When Taylor gave him another confirmed answer, he said with a deathly pale face (he was already as pale as gray).

"He must be a Fenrisian."

Taylor replied. "Correct."

An awkward silence followed, and Taylor turned off the device, wondering, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Boss," the Lightling girl replied, "I don't understand why you agreed to this. Besides Frenstein, we have plenty of spare vehicles. He could definitely use one of the larger vehicles if we squeeze in."

Taylor said with a hint of malice. "I just wanted to do it once. Secondly, having the Space Marines escort us also increases our chances of survival."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the endless wheat fields. The crops here were basically in a state of bumper harvest all year round.

Because of the efficient Imperial genetic technology, they are more like food machines that extract nutrients from the soil and sunlight than plants.

When heavy machines roughly the size of tanks begin harvesting and sowing, enough food to feed an entire star region will be transported to various ships.

Taylor thought, almost with gloating satisfaction, that he would never go hungry during this time, not even if he had to get a little food from the fields.

But for many people who come from the hungry ordinary world, this is an indescribable place. Expensive and delicious natural food is spread all over the world like garbage, and the ground is full of leftover food.

You can just go in and grab a handful of wheat, but more will be wasted during transportation, harvesting and storage in the void anyway.

It can be said that the things that were missed and wasted due to mistakes here are enough to feed three or four fully populated imperial worlds.

Thinking of this, Taylor yawned with the smell of rotten soil, listened to the roar of Ferenstein's engine, and felt uneasy about the upcoming war.

Suddenly, Taylor saw the roar of a steam train in the distance, and then the white shark immediately jumped off the roof and walked forward quickly.

As expected, they arrived at the end of their short journey. The guards saluted Taylor, although in theory Taylor was not a commander or an officer, let alone their superior.

But they performed the ceremony not because of those red tapes, but because of something more from the heart.

Taylor instinctively returned the greeting, which flattered the soldiers. They hurriedly reported, "The attack plan for Felax City is underway. Soldiers are digging underground tunnels to try to get the heavy artillery closer."

Taylor said with a smile. "There's no need to stress this out to me. I'm a soldier too."

Then the guards nodded and opened the roadblocks that were blocking the vehicles' progress, and when Frenstein entered the back area, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield changed.

The wheat fields were replaced by scorched earth, with white tent camps and a large number of soldiers stationed there. Temporary battlefield equipment was constantly being built, and the transition from mild to intense was almost instantaneous.

Looking outside, a black fortress looked like a giant from an ancient story, with light blue void shields and a large number of Skyfire system anti-air arrays or Hydra stationed on it.

This is a typical bastion, that is, a fortress with sharp edges on all sides, no shooting gaps and defensive weaknesses.

In front of the fortress were quite exaggerated trenches and positions, densely packed infantry trenches and crisscrossing chevaux de frise.

It could be said that the defenses here were incredibly strong, but failing to capture this place meant that the ruling power of this world was still insecure. Throughout the 40,000-year history of human civilization, siege warfare remained the most brutal.

Three times… no.

It would probably take ten times the force to capture this place.

Now Taylor has begun to miss the Living Saint and Krieg. After all, the Living Saint can undermine morale, and Krieg is a good siege expert.

Taylor picked up the telescope and looked at the dark Gothic fortress, which looked like the legendary vampire fortress. To put it inappropriately, Taylor felt like a crusader of this era.

Soon, however, he saw the soil near the fort begin to loosen, and the expected first wave of the assault began.

The soldiers dug up the soil and moved the earth-shaking cannons close to the interior of the fortress. The projectiles loaded with anti-aircraft armor-piercing cannons acted like excavators, relying on strong rotation and gunpowder propulsion to dig into the armor.

Those things can easily dig through a 3-meter layer of concrete and are even known as the Emperor's brain-breaker.

The latter name was actually given by Taylor, but I have to say, it is quite appropriate.

At this moment, about 23 heavy artillery pieces fired at the same time. The rumbling thunder was like the Emperor's spit, punishing heretics in the ruthless death music played by gunpowder and steel.

victory?

This thought flashed through Taylor's mind as he watched the parabolic meteors streaking across the sky. As long as those objects landed on the fortress, the fortress's defenses would collapse in an instant.

Even the strongest objects cannot withstand the damage of armor-piercing high-explosive shells. Shields and walls have been proven to be weak since the early days of human civilization.

But the next moment, a strange blood mist suddenly filled the sky above the fortress. In an instant, the artillery meteors stopped, gradually dissipated, or fell after losing kinetic energy.

The entire camp was suddenly thrown into chaos. People were terrified or panicked, but most people realized that it was psychic power, witchcraft...

The battlefield commander now shouted retreat again and again on the radio, but soon the enemy's artillery fire was aimed at the tunnels.

Taylor was already exhausted.

He sighed and glanced sideways. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but that he understood.

This tactical deployment cost hundreds of loyal souls and achieved nothing else.

After the enemy's cannons were aimed from the embrasures of the fortress, the rumbling sound raised a large amount of dust, and the dust alone was enough to kill those soldiers who bravely approached the enemy.

The Imperial Guard now faces another problem.

More than half of their guns were buried in the ground.

At the same time, the attack also caused them heavy losses.

In the end, a commander was reduced to a soldier because of this foolish tactic, and the prelude to the siege of Firax ended in such a gray-toned battle.

This is not a good start.

Next, Taylor quickly received the meeting order from Tychus, and he could almost feel that he was in trouble.

When he opened the door to the temporary meeting room, he saw a dark green face smiling at him. "Boss!"

(End of this chapter)