Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 39 The Battle to Protect Silent Star (Part 2)

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Accompanied by a sharp blast of horns, the Chemos Guard, which had been lying in ambush around the alien army, began their charge.

At the same time, many of the flying mechs that were originally suspended in the sky were rapidly descending, rushing towards the aliens below.

Autonomous flying mechs do not need to carry weapons.

Because they are weapons in themselves.

Bang!
Once they approach the alien target at high speed, they will automatically detonate the fragmentation armor-piercing grenades mounted inside.

Even thermoplastic explosives.

Faced with countless aerial bombardments, these crystal constructs had no choice but to scatter and pick up their energy-concentrating weapons to prepare for a counterattack.

But there are just too many goals, far too many.

The sky was filled with automatons, which were impossible to resist.

Not to mention they were all swooping down at extremely high speeds towards them.

It's like someone holding a gun, ready to wipe out all the mosquitoes around them.

No matter how powerful the aliens' energy-concentrating weapons are, no matter how far their range or how strong their destructive power, they still have no chance.

Moreover, the flying mechs are highly intelligent in their target acquisition.

Each one will only fall next to the corresponding alien unit and explode instantly to achieve maximum damage.

Caught off guard, countless explosions ignited the entire alien army in an instant.

As the automatons launched their attack, the alien warships seemed to notice that their surface forces were hampered.

This barbaric suicide bomber tactic greatly hindered their army's advance.

More and more crystal-shaped landing craft were dropped from above space, and countless new forces of crystal aliens joined the battlefield.

call out!
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As heavy weapons were deployed, an extremely bright laser beam instantly pierced through the miasma that had covered the silent star for countless years.

Immediately following, countless crackling and popping sounds echoed through the air.

The enemy's heavy firepower has been unleashed.

The laser swept back and forth across the sky, and in an instant, the originally black cloud of mechs was as if it had been erased by an eraser, leaving several gaps.

The Crystal Aliens also realized that continuing to have their army and automatons fight to the death was not a viable strategy.

After all, they were trading their lives for soulless steel.

Anyone could see that they were the ones who were at a greater disadvantage.

But if humanity's counterattack is limited to this, with more personnel deployed to the surface and the mech tide weakening, then...
Although the alien army will suffer heavy casualties, with their superior firepower, it is only a matter of time before they take down the human fortress.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just autonomous flying mechs that were charging towards them.

And then there are the surging crowds scattered in all directions.

"What are these mortal auxiliary soldiers doing?"

The emperor's son, an old soldier, stood before the fortress defenses and asked with a puzzled expression.

In his eyes, the charge of these Chemos Guards was not as concentrated as that of other mortal auxiliary troops.

Instead, it presents many nested triangular positions.

Their method of advance was also different from that of ordinary troops.

When ordinary civilian auxiliary troops engage in combat on open ground, they all advance in a single line, firing in unison.

They, on the other hand, constantly lay down and stood up repeatedly, with the triangular combat squads providing mutual cover as they ran, lay down, and fired.

Why are they doing this?
"Shut up and watch carefully."

The moment the Chemos Guard executed its tactics, Company Commander Kasoron's impression of the Legion's acting governor underwent a dramatic change.

This battle-hardened veteran could discern the brilliance of Casca's tactical arrangements in a mere instant.

“Pay attention and take notes.”

"We may be able to use this tactic in our future guerrilla warfare as well."

"attention?"

Aqua asked, puzzled.

What is the relationship between people frequently lying down and their attention?

“This is a tactic to deplete the enemy’s energy,” Casgar explained.

"In the eyes of the enemy, there is not much difference between lying down and being shot down."

"No one can tell whether the enemy is dead or alive in the middle of a battlefield filled with death and change."

"Even the most advanced reconnaissance equipment cannot distinguish the wounded, the newly dead or dying from the soldiers lying down."

To put it simply, it's like playing whack-a-mole, repeatedly pulling the gun line.

You simply cannot tell whether the fallen enemy is dead or firing from a prone position.

The constant fluctuations in personnel create immense psychological and mental pressure on the other party.

At the same time, the triangular formation allows the attacking players to work closely together despite being dispersed.

Furthermore, the terrain of the crystal plains where the battle took place was extremely undulating, with countless rugged crystal protrusions that could be described as natural trenches.

The Chemos Guard had thoroughly surveyed the terrain before their arrival, so they knew it very well.

As they advance or retreat in coordination, they repeatedly look up and disappear, making the opponent feel as if there are enemies everywhere, leaving them completely unable to cope.

"In this way, we arrange for several groups of soldiers to take over. Like a tsunami, they repeatedly wash over the enemy's position, wave after wave."

"It's dazzling and overwhelming. Every corpse could be a fallen enemy, and every drone could be an unexploded bomb."

Even though we only have a few thousand people, we look like—

"A sea of ​​people."

"It's quite mysterious. I don't really understand it."

Aqua's swordsmanship is as strong as her other skills.

"In short, these are the orders you gave to Chemos's Guard, instructing them to fight like this, right?"

"Order?"

Casca laughed.

"I gave them only one order—attack."

"All of these things you see are the result of their execution based on their own understanding."

Although Casgar was the acting governor and commander of the legion, he never interfered in the specific battles.

He only provided the most basic intelligence and orders for attack and retreat. As for how to fight and who to attack, it was all up to the junior officers of Chemos's Guard to exercise their initiative and make their own judgments.

Organization, coordination.

In actual combat, information changes rapidly and does not rely on commanders moving the turrets by five centimeters in real time.

If Robert Guilliman's Ultra Warriors is a perfect execution of tactical arrangements with meticulous care;

Then the Emperor's Sons, led by Kasgar in the future, are as free as water, allowing each combat group to create local advantages based on changes in the situation, and thus choose the best tactical plan.

"So, according to you, does that mean anyone who uses your tactic is invincible?"

"of course not."

Tactics themselves are not without flaws; they still have many prerequisites.

Playing like this requires extremely high organizational skills.

Junior officers must be capable of assessing the battle situation and thus adopting appropriate tactics.

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

At the same time, all soldiers must be soldiers with a fighting spirit.

Otherwise, when Casca ordered an attack, the soldiers' first reaction would have been to drop their guns and run away.

Then comes the intelligence.

The reason why the first batch of flying aircraft did not directly bomb was quite simple.

Their role is to measure all intelligence that appears on the battlefield and transmit it back to their own side.

Knowing where the enemy's weak points are, where their main force and focus are, and which unit they defeat will leave the enemy leaderless.
This intelligence was quickly obtained by the mech pilots.

The enemy forces, having exposed all their information, appeared completely exposed to Casca and his men as if they were running naked.

"Thus, they were defeated one by one by our army."

Casca smiled confidently.

(End of this chapter)