I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 37 Attack, attack, and attack again!
"All units of the suicide squad, assemble immediately in front of the company command post! This is an extremely urgent matter!"

The players, who were resting at their posts or watching the role-playing game, were initially taken aback, but then immediately sprang into action. They dropped what they were doing, grabbed their laser guns, and rushed towards the location of Ruan Wenbo and JK at top speed.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Did the company commander make a server-wide announcement?"

"Emergency assembly! The big one is coming!"

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling, or you won't get any soup!"

The players' enthusiasm was instantly ignited. In less than three minutes, a hundred players had assembled in the open space in front of the command post. Although the formation was not exactly neat, their high morale was incredibly real.

Such a large-scale and rapid mobilization naturally alarmed Political Commissar Walter. With a serious expression, he strode out of his temporary office and went straight to Nguyen Van Bo.

"Soft, what's going on?" Walter's sharp gaze swept over the assembled soldiers.

Ruan Wenbo handed the walkie-talkie to JK, turned to the political commissar, and explained succinctly, "Commissar, while I was setting up the walkie-talkie, I accidentally made contact with a group of Mechanicus cult protectors in Zhongchao. They are besieged by heretics and are asking for help. We need to go and rescue them."

"Zhongchao?"

Upon hearing this word, Commissar Walter's usually composed expression instantly turned serious, his brows furrowing: "Are you sure? The giant elevator leading to Zhongchao is your only passage, and there won't be any friendly forces providing cover along the way. Moreover, I'm certain that it's heavily guarded by cultists or some other heretical forces."

His voice was full of warning: "Reaching the elevator does not mean victory. You will be fighting in a completely unfamiliar nest... which means you will have to walk at least tens or hundreds of kilometers and encounter hundreds or thousands of unpredictable battles along the way."

"Don't worry, Political Commissar, we're confident." Ruan Wenbo's eyes were firm as he looked at the players behind him who had already gathered and were looking at him with excitement and anticipation. "Defense won't solve the problem; we must launch a counterattack."

After he finished speaking, he added, "After we leave, the defense of this place will be left to you, Commissar Walter."

Walter's expression became somewhat complicated. He looked at the young man in front of him and the group of soldiers behind him who seemed to know no fear. After a long while, he slowly exhaled: "I never thought that after being an Imperial Guard for so many years, I would be taught a lesson by a new recruit who has only been in the army for a few days."

He reached out and adjusted the military cap on his head, a symbol of authority and death; the shadow of the brim obscured the turmoil in his eyes.

"Go, this place will not be lost. As long as we are here, the position will remain."

Amidst Nguyen Van Bo's unwavering resolve, the players' near-blind optimism, and the series of military miracles they had previously created, Walter surprisingly felt a long-lost sense of "hope." This faint flame quietly ignited in his heart, hardened by war and weathered by countless trials.

How long has it been since the humans of Peditian achieved victory?

But at the same time, he feared that this faint flame of hope would be extinguished in an instant. He dared not place too much expectation on the "Death Squad".

As a veteran who had survived countless desperate battles, Walter knew better than anyone that sometimes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If he truly began to expect the "Death Squad" to lead humanity to victory, what if... what if they were defeated and annihilated? The immense disappointment and grief would likely completely crush him, robbing him of the courage to continue fighting.

Walter had already made up his mind that, regardless of whether hope existed or whether the outcome was victory or destruction, he would fight to the very end.

Having received Walter's assurance, Ruan Wenbo didn't delay any longer. He turned to face the assembled and eager players and gave the order to depart. "All hands on deck, target: Zhongchao, move out!"

"Ula!"

"For the Emperor!"

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Kill those bastards!"

The players erupted in thunderous cheers. Led by their respective squad leaders, the nearly one hundred-strong team quickly formed a marching formation and marched out of the chemical refinery gates, heading towards the towering city center in the distance.

Commissar Walter and the remaining Astragalus soldiers under his command stood at the camp gate, seeing off this unusual company. Watching their energetic backs, a soldier who had accompanied Walter wore a deep look of confusion.

"Sir..." he whispered to the veteran beside him, "The 'Death Squad' company... Haven't they been fighting non-stop these past few days? First defensive battles, then assault battles, and now they're going on an expedition... Don't they need a break?"

Players certainly don't need to rest.

For them, death is merely a moment of darkness followed by a second of respite. They rarely live long enough to experience muscle soreness from intense combat. Mental fatigue is practically nonexistent. Playing in the advanced gaming pods is an experience akin to a deep sleep; at most, prolonged play might result in a slight headache upon waking.

However, the native inhabitants of the world of Peditia were unaware of these details. In their eyes, this newly formed "Death Squad" was a group of tireless, fearless war maniacs. They tirelessly rushed to the battlefield and always brought back victory from blood and fire.

The veteran of the Astral Army who was asked watched the players' departing figures with a complicated expression, then shook his head.

“Who knows? Maybe they were made of special materials.” He sighed, his tone filled with awe and emotion. “However, I think I understand now what the difference is between us ordinary troops and those renowned legions… At least before, I would never have believed that a recruit company could possess such indomitable courage, such unwavering confidence, and such a record of victories.”

Having already gone some distance, Ruan Wenbo naturally couldn't hear the sighs of the Astral Army NPCs behind him. At this moment, he was leading his team forward while rapidly browsing the system shop in his mind, considering which type of armored vehicle to equip the company with.

Commissar Walter's words made sense. Their journey was long, and the road to Middle Nest was destined to be fraught with obstacles. Without heavy firepower, relying solely on infantry laser guns and scattered heavy weapons would be a significant setback should they fall under enemy fire. If the delay continued until the Mechanicus Cult's protectorate in Middle Nest could not hold out, their entire expedition would be in vain.

The "Death Squad" company must possess its own mobile heavy firepower platform to ensure a powerful strike against the enemy and a rapid breakthrough. After all, based on past experience, most of these cultists are a rabble; a sudden, intense artillery barrage will often cause their lines to collapse, allowing players to easily break through.

Moreover, even after purchasing a portable walkie-talkie for each class monitor, he still had plenty of merit points. Each walkie-talkie cost only two hundred merit points, and he currently had over nine thousand merit points available.

First, main battle tanks are not considered.

Even the cheapest Lemanrus "Conqueror" variant costs 9,000 merits, and once you buy it, it will completely stop firing after the initial load of ammunition is used up. At that point, the only means of attack will be to drive the tank to crush the enemy—not to mention how much mechanical damage this will cause to the tank itself, doing so among cultists with psionic abilities is tantamount to driving a giant metal target into suicide.

Players at this stage can't afford tanks. At least, they should wait until they successfully rescue the Christian Guard and have the ability to produce their own ammunition before considering it.

(End of this chapter)