My Desperate Journey in 40k

Crazy Doctor Ayala looked at Dakla who had just woken up and felt that he should give her some injections to stimulate the body, otherwise he would have to knock the patient unconscious in this irregular way every time he performed the operation.

"Kakakaka."

After hearing about Mad Doctor Ayala, Dakla raised his modified power claw. As Dakla controlled it, the power claw kept moving and made a series of metallic collision sounds.

"Hahaha! I'm also a warBoss with big powerful claws."

Dakara stood up from the operating table, laughing happily. He couldn't wait to try the power of the power claws.

Coincidentally, the green guys have already attacked a city according to its orders, so it can go to that battlefield to try out the power claws.

The perspective returns to the "Snow Wind" city. In the governor's office, Wang Ming is looking at the movements of the greenskin troops on the holographic screen, frowning and thinking.

Captain Jiang Tao discovered through orbital reconnaissance that the greenskin troops were heading towards a city, which was a city near the "Snow Wind" city. Due to its location and size, this city had no time travelers stationed there. There was only the slightly smaller "noble army" created by Wang Ming, and a two thousand strong mortal auxiliary army stationed there. The number of these garrisoned troops was far too great for the greenskins to be able to fight against them.

It will take a day for the large supporting force to arrive. The mortal auxiliary troops stationed in the city have now begun to mobilize all transport vehicles to evacuate civilians. However, the evacuation of 300,000 people cannot be completed in one day. They can only try their best to defend the city and wait for the arrival of the supporting forces.

"Damn it! If they lose, all three hundred thousand civilians will die."

Wang Ming looked at the holographic screen in front of him and thought angrily that when they learned the news, the greenskins were almost outside the city walls. Even if they used all the transport planes now, they would not be able to reach the city quickly.

"According to Captain Jiang Tao's analysis, this greenskin unit clearly has a camouflage tactic, and the camouflage is so good that it has avoided orbital reconnaissance."

Wang Ming thought to himself that these greenskins were becoming more and more outrageous. This lack of coordination and obedience even made Wang Ming feel a sense of crisis.

Chapter 166: Defense Battle Morning

"These damn aliens definitely planned it. Their actions were planned. This city is a weak point in our defense. We didn't deploy many troops to it because of its location."

Wang Ming took a sip of the Murs tea. The sugar in the tea leaves gave the brewed tea a slightly sweet taste. While drinking the slightly sweet Murs tea, Wang Ming quickly thought about what to do.

The troops deployed in this city are completely unable to stop that number of greenskins. There are too many of them.

"May the Emperor bless you."

Wang Ming silently prayed for the Emperor's blessing in his heart, although Wang Ming probably didn't think it would be of any use.

Wang Ming put down the thermos and walked out of the Governor's Mansion. He also wanted to go to the battlefield, even if he could not arrive in time.

"Ready to fire!"

On the battlefield, the mortal auxiliary troops formed neat rows, all holding up their laser rifles and ready to fire at the greenskins in front of the battlefield. In contrast to the neatness of the mortal auxiliary troops, the battlefield next to them was already filled with artillery fire.

Those so-called aristocratic soldiers did not have much military skills. The only thing they knew on the battlefield was to pull the trigger and shoot.

These so-called noble armies could not even standardize their weapons. Among the 36 men in the entire regiment, only more than had the standard M laser rifles of the Astra Militarum prepared by Wang Ming, and the rest all had automatic guns from the local PDF.

The power of these weapons was simply not enough to effectively kill the green-skinned boys. They could not even penetrate the armor on their bodies. Moreover, some soldiers who were former criminals had already shown signs of wanting to escape, but they did not succeed despite the persuasion of the supervision team and the political commissar.

"Young men! We will use our lives to fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to us by the God-Emperor! We are the Astra Militarum formed by the order of the Primarch himself! We have the blessing of the God-Emperor's children!"

On the position of the noble army, the political commissar shouted at these soldiers who were originally criminals and whose morale was almost collapsed, trying to tell them not to be cowardly. In the entire position of the noble army, there were only more than a thousand people who still had the courage to fight against the mountains and seas of greenskins. They were all the family members of the one thousand PDFs pardoned by Wang Ming.

They knew in their hearts that if it had not been for Wang Ming's pardon, they would have been executed for attacking the Governor's Mansion and killing imperial officials.

They knew their mission better than anyone else, to complete the task assigned by the Primarch and to guard the city.

"political commissar!"

A soldier looked at the political commissar standing on the position, quickly grabbed his trouser leg and pushed him back into the trench. During this process, a green bullet just grazed the edge of the political commissar's wide-brimmed hat.

"This is too dangerous, standing so high up like a target!"

The soldier looked at the scorch marks on the political commissar's hat left by the bullet and spoke to the confused political commissar.

"I'm boosting morale! Can't you see that the morale of those guys is about to collapse?!"

The political commissar looked at the soldier in front of him, pushed him away and said.

Before becoming the political commissar, this regimental political commissar was a believer in the state religion. His loyalty to the Emperor's faith was unquestionable, which was one of the main reasons why he was able to become the regimental political commissar (in fact, the biggest reason was the lack of supplies from the Zhongsi Academy). Only someone with such firm beliefs as him could suppress the group of monsters in the noble army.

"You can't stand outside the position to boost morale! If you die, the morale of those guys will be completely destroyed!"

After the soldier was pushed away by the political commissar, he grabbed the laser rifle that had just fallen to the ground and fired several shots outside the position, while speaking to the political commissar.

"my question……"

The political commissar looked at the demoralized criminal soldiers in the trenches and whispered to them that it was indeed his fault this time. He took off his wide-brimmed hat and looked at the scorch marks on it caused by the bullets. If the soldiers had not pulled him back to the trench just now, he would have probably been shot in the head by this bullet.

"Political Commissar, we are running low on laser rifle ammunition. The regiment commander is now communicating with the neighboring regiment, hoping they can provide some weapons and ammunition."

Just as the political commissar was looking at his wide-brimmed hat, a communications soldier quickly ran up to him and spoke to him.

It would be more accurate to say that the entire aristocratic army is managed by the regiment political commissar Carbaro rather than the aristocratic regiment commander James Gordon. The regiment commander is just a communication tool with other regiments.

"You're running low on laser rifle ammunition? Take down those damn cowards' guns and we'll have automatic rifles instead! We still have plenty of automatic rifle ammunition!"

After hearing what the signalman said, the political commissar stood up from the ground. He looked at the soldiers who were former criminals huddled in the trenches and spoke to the signalmen.

"Yes!"

After hearing the political commissar's words, the signalman ran towards the direction of the supervision team. He needed the help of the supervision team to put down his gun to avoid any complaints from this group of people.

With the intervention of the supervision team, the automatic guns of those people were quickly taken down and all handed over to the soldiers whose laser rifles had no ammunition.

"Tell them to concentrate their firepower. Scattered shooting cannot provide effective damage!"

The political commissar stood beside the soldiers who were fighting the greenskins and emphasized to them loudly.

Just as the political commissar was directing the battle, he suddenly heard a sharp sound coming from the sky. The political commissar was very familiar with that sound. It was the orcs' artillery attack.

"Orc artillery attack! Everyone lie down!"

The political commissar shouted hurriedly to the soldiers, and all the soldiers rushed to the ground and crawled on the ground.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The shells landed and the smoke and dust produced by the explosion covered all the soldiers.

"waaaagh!!!"

Just when everyone had not yet reacted to the explosion, more than a thousand greenskins suddenly rushed out of the smoke of the explosion and onto the trench. They fired frantically into the trench, and one fatal bullet after another hit the soldiers. The standard bulletproof armor of the Astra Militarum was pierced by bullets, and one soldier after another was instantly turned into a cork.

"Snapped!"

The political commissar was the first to react. He looked at the greenskins shooting in the trench, raised his bolt pistol and shot one of the greenskins in the head with one shot.

This bolt pistol was given to him by Wang Ming himself. Wang Ming was looking at this devout believer of the state religion and told him to manage well this first interstellar legion on Kosel IV. He would use his life to fulfill the trust entrusted to him by the Primarch.

"For the God Emperor!!!"

The political commissar roared and quickly climbed out of the trench. He quickly pulled out the chainsaw sword from his waist and chopped off the head of a greenskin in front of him.

The confused soldiers in the trenches also heard the political commissar's roar. They reacted quickly, got up quickly and rushed out of the trenches. They used the bayonets on their automatic rifles to attack the greenskins.

The soldiers started a brutal hand-to-hand combat with the greenskins. The physical fitness of the greenskins was not comparable to that of humans. The battle was almost one-sided in favor of the greenskins. One brave soldier after another fell under the greenskins' knives.

"Boss, what should we do? Should we run away while they are fighting these monsters?"

In the trench, a soldier who was a former criminal was watching the battle in the trench and asked his boss.

"Run? Where can you run to? There are monsters everywhere!"

His boss was holding a bayonet, and after hearing what his younger brother said, he smiled bitterly and asked him, they couldn't go anywhere, even if they really took advantage of the chaos to avoid the sight of the supervision team, there was no way to escape from the encirclement of those orcs.

"Bring your brothers along. We have been cowardly for so long, it is time to fight for ourselves. If we don't destroy these monsters, we will not survive!"

The boss stood up and told his younger brothers that they had to fight for him, because they would not survive long if they did not destroy the greenskins.

"To live!"

The boss roared and rushed towards the trench. After hesitating for a moment, his brothers followed him.

If you don't fight hard at this time, you will definitely die, but if you fight hard, there is still hope of survival. Everyone understands this truth. The criminals around looked at the people charging and picked up their bayonets and followed them.

All those who are placed in this unit are serious criminals. They are afraid of death and therefore want to live very much.

The criminals rushed into the trenches and fought with the greenskins. Humans will become very crazy when they are in desperate situations. These criminals proved this point. They fought with the greenskins and everyone went crazy in this battle.

A greenskin can easily kill one human, but what about two humans? It can also kill them easily, but what if it is a group of crazy humans?

These criminals have gone crazy. They surrounded the greenskins and pinned them to the ground one by one with their numerical advantage. If two people weren't enough, they would use three, and if three people weren't enough, they would use four. A group of humans pinned the greenskins down like this, and then kept cutting their bodies with bayonets until the greenskin stopped struggling and let go.

The political commissar who had been the first to rush out of the trench had been grabbed by the neck by a greenskin. The uncomfortable feeling of suffocation was transmitted to the political commissar's body, making him feel that he was about to receive the summons of the God-Emperor.

At this moment, a group of criminals rushed to the greenskin who had captured the political commissar, and attacked the greenskin frantically with bayonets. The greenskin was attacked by these criminals and quickly let go of the political commissar and started fighting with those criminals.

The Commissar was thrown to the ground. He looked at these criminals and thought to himself that they finally understood the sacred mission of serving the God-Emperor.

The criminals used their numbers to hold down the greenskin, and more than a dozen bayonets kept cutting the greenskin's body until the greenskin's head was cut off, and then they let go.

Just as the criminals were fighting hard with the greenskins, the support of the supervision team finally arrived. The uniform volleys of lasers quickly killed the greenskins who rushed to the trenches.

"How many are still alive?"

The political commissar asked loudly while looking at the trenches covered with mutilated human corpses. No one responded to him at first, only screams could be heard from the pile of corpses.

After a long time, the soldiers who were still alive on the ground slowly stood up, and those who could not stand up slowly raised their hands. They were all seriously injured. Some of them had their hands and feet torn off by the greenskins during close combat.

Most of the people who were still alive were missing limbs. They looked at the political commissar, and the political commissar looked at them. Whether they were criminals or those who were pardoned, they were now real soldiers.

With the help of the supervision team, all these people were brought back to the trenches. The mortal auxiliary troops next door also provided them with some field medical robots, which provided emergency medical treatment to the living people as soon as possible.

Battlefield robots crawled on the wounds of the soldiers who were missing limbs. Lasers burned the wounds to stop the continuous spurting of blood. Painkillers were injected into the soldiers' bodies, relieving their pain a lot.

There were also some soldiers with internal injuries. Battlefield robots performed emergency surgery on them, injecting anesthetics and using lasers to cut open their abdomens to start the surgery.

More than a thousand people from the entire regiment died in this sudden attack by the greenskins, and their shattered bodies covered the ground in the trenches.

Due to the losses suffered by the noble army, this position has now been handed over to the supervisory team. The 400-man supervisory team will defend it together with the rest of the people.

"Please tell the commander-in-chief about our losses. We hope to urgently recruit some mobilized soldiers from the city."

The political commissar looked at the regiment commander and spoke to this useless noble who had been hiding in the command post. His tone was obviously full of anger.

He was angry that the regiment commander, who was supposed to lead the charge, was hiding under the command table in the command post, crying and screaming like a woman when the battle started.

"Mr. Political Commissar, I will. I will definitely do it. I will go and communicate with them first."

James Gordon looked at the blood-covered political commissar in front of him and said in a trembling voice that he had never been to the front line and had never seen a battle. The battle just now almost scared him to death, but he did not run away like his brother, because his brother was shot in the upper body by the political commissar in front of him when he was running away in a previous battle.

"You better hurry up."

The political commissar looked coldly at the coward who was about to leave, and he wished he could rush up and kick him to vent his anger.