Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Forced into a corner, the auxiliary troops had no choice but to return to the battlefield.

An area in front of the Chaudu garrison's position had been completely cleared in previous battles, leaving an area with almost no cover.

To cross that area with minimal casualties, mobile cover, such as heavy armored units like tanks and armored vehicles, is necessary.

To this end, the Noble Alliance military dispatched 12 Lebarustanks, 6 of which served as the vanguard, leading the auxiliary forces forward.

The remaining six tanks were kept in reserve, awaiting orders, and would immediately fill the gap should any problems arise with the tanks ahead.

Of course, they would never stand idly by and watch their tanks be destroyed by the enemy. The cannons and machine guns kept spitting fire, trying to suppress the enemy's firepower.

Once any unit that might threaten the tank is spotted, the sniper hiding in the shadows will use his Pardoner sniper rifle to make a 7.92mm hole in the enemy's head.

The roar of the engines burning chromium echoed across the battlefield. The regimental commander in charge looked at the neatly arranged tank team in front of him and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the "miracle" that had occurred earlier had boosted the morale of his soldiers to its peak, thus preventing the chaos he had imagined from happening.

Everyone firmly believed that they were under the emperor's protection and that the traitor before them would eventually face the most severe judgment.

The auxiliary soldiers, hiding behind the tanks, extended their weapons, pulled the triggers, and let the bullets fly everywhere.

For them, whether they can hit the enemy is not important; what is important is not letting the enemy hit them.

As the tanks drew ever closer, Oliver immediately ordered all the armor-piercing thermoelectric weapons to be deployed, aiming to destroy all six tanks as quickly as possible.

Thirty new-model molten guns, modified by Friedrich and Shaw, along with their users, were sent to the front-line bunkers.

"The ten closest people will automatically form a squad, each squad will be responsible for one tank, and they will attack the same spot as much as possible. Only in this way can they penetrate the tank's armor as quickly as possible."

These modified molten steel guns are far more powerful, but their size and weight have also increased considerably, making them impossible for ordinary soldiers to operate alone.

One person must be responsible for aiming and firing, while another person must carry the tripod and constantly adjust the firing angle.

Under the command of their superior, the sixty selected soldiers immediately went into combat mode. Following the methods previously taught by Professor Charles, they launched an attack on the six Leman Rustanks in front of them.

The chromium in the fuel tank undergoes instantaneous fusion, generating ultra-high temperature plasma, which is compressed into a beam and ejected through an electromagnetic confinement conduit.

The tanks, which had been rampaging unchecked, suddenly went silent. One of the unfortunate tank drivers had his driver's compartment armor penetrated and was reduced to a charred corpse.

After one wave, three tanks were destroyed on the spot, and the remaining three also suffered some malfunctions.

The sniper hiding in the shadows discovered the situation and immediately began to snipe at the Hot Melt Gun squad, killing 12 soldiers on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers immediately rushed forward to fill the vacant positions.

After the second round of thermal radiation, all six tanks were destroyed, blocking the army's path and becoming a new obstacle.

The private army captain in charge of overseeing the battle from afar was completely dumbfounded.

"How do they have so many thermoelectric weapons?"

"How would I know?"

If the tanks behind want to continue advancing, they must clear out the six piles of scrap metal in front, but doing so without eliminating the molten steel squad would be tantamount to suicide.

After realizing that the wounded soldier had not achieved the desired blocking effect, the sniper turned to sabotaging the thermoelectric gun.

But the captain in charge wasn't stupid. Upon discovering the situation, he immediately ordered the entire team to retreat back behind cover.

They hid there quietly, waiting for the enemy's armored forces to launch their next attack.

Upon discovering that the tanks had been destroyed, the auxiliary troops began to flee in panic, but how could the soldiers of the Nest City garrison miss such a good opportunity to strike the enemy?

The rat-a-tat-tat of heavy logging rifles echoed behind them, bullets reaping the lives of these cowards.

Every cry of anguish represents a life lost.

"If all else fails, send in the powered armored units."

The Roslyn family's private army captain offered a suggestion after witnessing the scene of defeat, but he was quickly met with opposition.

"To take such a risky action by bracing against the enemy's overwhelming firepower is tantamount to suicide."

"So what do you want? A truce and waiting for an opportunity?"

"Don't forget, we are nothing more than a group of killing machines without human rights. Our only value is to carry out our masters' orders. If they find out that you are worthless, you should know very well what you will face next."

Recalling the suffering of his comrades who had failed to complete their missions, the private army captain who had spoken to him couldn't help but shudder.

"It seems this is the only way."

He waved his hand, signaling his companions behind him to prepare for battle.

Just when everyone thought the conflict was about to end, three squads of 100 men in power armor advanced in neat formation.

While power armor can greatly enhance an individual soldier's combat effectiveness, it is not common in civilian armies due to its high cost and difficulty in maintenance.

Even the most basic set of power armor is usually treasured and passed down through generations.

Only wealthy noble families could afford to deploy so many sets of equipment on the battlefield.

Bullets and lasers struck the deflection field shields of the front-line defensive power armor and were deflected into corners of the battlefield.

Even the Molten Gun squad, which had just displayed its prowess, couldn't inflict any real damage on the power armor squad wielding deflection field shields.

On the contrary, because they exposed their position, several of their thermobaric guns were destroyed by the enemy's snipers.

"What do we do? The bullets are useless."

"Change to incendiary bombs. I don't believe these tin cans aren't afraid of the heat."

"Everyone, bring me all the incendiary bombs you can find. I'll personally turn these things in tin cans into roast meat."

A bomb was fired from the front, blowing the captain's head off as he was collecting incendiary bombs.

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground, eliciting a chorus of wails.

Just as the surrounding soldiers were preparing to continue his dying wish and exchange their lives for the enemy, a thin green arc of electricity shot out from behind them and struck the power armor at the front.

It moved like a nimble venomous snake among its prey, constantly tearing at them.

Any power armor that is attacked will immediately fall into a dormant state, and the deflection field shields in their hands will also have their power supply forcibly cut off.

After losing the protection of the deflection field, countless bullets rained down on the power armor, making a ping-pong sound.

"Don't waste bullets on those power armors, eliminate the soldiers following behind them as much as possible."

A familiar voice came from behind the soldiers. Turning around, they saw their commander-in-chief, Xiao Yi, who had just recovered from exhaustion.

He looked at the rebels in the distance who were trying to use their physical strength to propel their power armor forward with disdain, a contemptuous smile on his face.

If he hadn't been eyeing those power armors, he would have already blown all of these guys in front of him to smithereens.