My Desperate Journey in 40k

James Gordon looked at the political commissar's malicious face and hurriedly ran towards the command post. Perhaps because of fear, he fell while running and entered the command post covered in dust.

"We still need to hold on for another day. God bless us. It's only morning."

The political commissar glanced at the soldiers wailing in the trenches, then looked at the greenskin artillery fire in front of the position, and thought helplessly in his heart.

The battle has just begun, and such heavy losses have occurred in just one morning. A whole day of defensive battle is really not easy.

After James Gordon reported the political commissar's request, the commander-in-chief quickly dispatched five soldiers of the Mortal Auxiliary Army to the city to recruit mobilized soldiers.

Chapter 167: Defense Battle at Noon: Greenskin Boss and Mortal Auxiliary Army

The recruitment of mobilized soldiers went very smoothly. Everyone in the city knew that if they wanted to survive, someone had to stop the greenskins from advancing. A large number of middle-aged people gritted their teeth and went to the recruitment point as they watched their families.

The local PDF arsenal was opened, and automatic rifles were distributed to middle-aged men. These people were taken to the battlefield as quickly as possible and joined the battle.

A total of more than a thousand mobilized soldiers were recruited, just enough to make up for the number of losses. These people looked at the soldiers who were missing limbs in the position and couldn't help shaking all over. Although they were afraid, they knew very well that they had to defend this place so that their families could evacuate safely.

The greenskins' attack paused for a while after the previous raid. The political commissar thought that the greenskins were probably waiting for the next wave of artillery cover and then repeat the same trick. The political commissar did not think that these beasts had any better tactics.

The mortal auxiliary troops next door were also attacked just now, but because of their sophisticated equipment and excellent battlefield reaction ability, they did not suffer too much loss, and they also dispatched three Leman Russ tanks to support the noble army's position.

"Be prepared! The beasts may attack again at any time!"

The political commissar walked in the trenches and kept speaking to the mobilized soldiers. He looked at the mobilized soldiers who were shaking even when holding their guns and shook his head helplessly. These people had no combat power and were just using their lives to stop the orcs' attacks.

"Sir, will our family survive?"

The political commissar was walking in the trench when a mobilized soldier suddenly asked him. The political commissar stopped and looked at the middle-aged man who asked him the question. The man should be a worker in a mining factory, as evidenced by his weather-beaten hands. His eyes were a little small due to long-term underground work. He was now looking at the political commissar with his own eyes, hoping that the political commissar could give him a satisfactory answer.

Eighty percent of the population of Kosir IV are mining workers. They make a living by mining minerals on Kosir IV. This is the most common occupation on Kosir IV. Most of these mobilized soldiers are miners.

The other mobilized soldiers also followed the man and looked at the political commissar. They all came here to ensure the survival of their families. They hoped to get a satisfactory answer, even if it was just a lie.

"Yes, the Primarch said that we only need to hold out for one day. It's already noon, and support will arrive in the afternoon. The angels of the Emperor will burn these abominable monsters to death!"

The political commissar looked at the mobilized soldiers and said loudly to them that he had received the order in the morning and they only needed to hold on for a day. Support would arrive in the afternoon, and then the angels of the Emperor would burn those abominable monsters to death.

"Didi di di di!!!"

At this moment, three loud whistles sounded. The political commissar knew that the greenskins had started attacking again. He quickly ran to the edge of the trench and looked at the battlefield ahead.

Countless greenskins have begun to rush towards the position. They are in groups of more than ten greenskins. While running towards the position, they use the guns in their hands to fire at the human position.

"Clap clap clap!"

A row of bullets landed right on the ground in front of the political commissar, and the splashing dirt and melted snow water hit the political commissar's face directly.

"Bah bah bah..."

The political commissar quickly retracted his head back into the trench and vigorously spat out the mud that flew into his mouth.

"Why are you still looking at me? Shoot at those monsters!"

The political commissar raised his head and looked at the mobilized soldiers around him, shouting, "They are still looking at me at this time."

After a second, the conscripts finally reacted and their heavy timber rifles roared. These conscripts had no training and shot simply by feeling. The bullets from their heavy timber rifles flew around among the greenskins and did not hit many of them.

But there were still some greenskins who were hit. The armor on their bodies could not block the bullets from the heavy lumberjack. The moment the bullets hit their bodies, they shattered the greenskins' bodies. The caliber of the heavy lumberjack allowed it to kill the greenskin boys quickly and cause effective damage to the greenskins.

"Don't stop the heavy timber gun! Even after people die, don't stop!"

The political commissar held his grenade launcher and kept shooting at the greenskins in front of him, while shouting loudly to the soldiers of the heavy firepower group.

The sound of thousands of automatic guns firing on the battlefield was very scary, but the power of the automatic guns was still too small. Countless bullets were lost in the greenskins and did not cause any effective damage. The greenskin boys are now equipped with armor, and their protection can even block the bursts of automatic guns, but not continuous shooting.

Thousands of automatic rifles were still somewhat useful. As the greenskins got closer and closer to the position, the automatic rifle shooting finally took effect. The armor on the greenskin boys was finally penetrated by the continuous attacks of the automatic rifle bullets. Moreover, at this distance, the accuracy of the heavy lumberjacks was also improved. One by one, the greenskins were killed by the heavy lumberjacks.

However, the greenskins still rushed to the position. There were too many of them. At this moment, the three Leman Russ on the ground behind the trench opened fire. The grenade launchers on both sides and the front of the vehicle began to shoot. The explosive shells were like cutting wheat, turning the greenskins into bloody foam.

The soldiers in the trenches also used automatic rifles to shoot wildly at the greenskins in the trenches. The continuous shooting from the automatic rifles turned the greenskins into a plug full of holes.

"Kakaka!"

At this moment, a strange sound of metal friction suddenly came from behind the greenskins, and the main gun of the Leman Russ also opened fire at this moment. Listening to the deafening sound of the artillery, the soldiers in the trenches felt that their ears were about to split, and many soldiers who did not wear helmets even had bleeding ears.

The main gun of the Leman Russ hit a greenskin armored vehicle. That greenskin vehicle looked like a Leman Russ made from various scraps. Although it had no turret, it could be seen from its chassis that these greenskins were copied from the Leman Russ.

These greenskin armored vehicles followed behind the greenskin boys. Although they did not have turrets, they all towed a strange large trailer behind the vehicle. Those vehicles that were not hit by Leman Russ stopped at the edge of the trench. One by one, the greenskin bosses jumped out of the trailer and quickly rushed into the trench.

The soldiers looked at the monsters that rushed into the trenches in horror. These monsters were three meters tall and wearing heavy armor. Looking at their blood-red eyes, all the soldiers felt extremely frightened, and for a moment no one opened fire at them.

"what!"

A mobilized soldier next to the greenskin boss suddenly reacted, raised his automatic rifle and pulled the trigger at the greenskin boss's head.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bullet hit the greenskin boss's helmet and bounced off directly. The greenskin boss looked at the human who attacked him and quickly grabbed his head. The soldier with his head grabbed struggled, and the trigger of the automatic rifle in his hand was held tightly by him out of fear. The bullets from the automatic rifle flew around in the trench.

"Crack!"

With the sound of cracking skulls, the greenskin boss threw the human corpse to the ground. He looked at the soldiers in front of him and picked up his power to chop them down.

"waaaagh!!!"

The greenskin boss roared and rushed towards the soldiers. The soldiers were still immersed in fear and didn't react at all. They were just civilians and had never seen such a terrible scene.

"Zizzizi!"

At this moment, the sound of laser rifle discharge suddenly came from behind the soldiers. Laser beams passed through the soldiers and shot at the greenskin boss. The armor shell of the greenskin boss melted under the high temperature of the laser beams. The laser penetrated the armor and evaporated the greenskin boss's flesh.

However, this could not kill the greenskin boss. The greenskin boss roared and continued to rush towards the soldiers in front, wanting to tear the humans who attacked him into pieces.

A figure passed through the soldiers at an extremely fast speed and rushed in front of the greenskin boss. The slight mechanical sound of the force feedback power armor was still ringing in the soldiers' ears. The power sword in the figure's hand was almost reaching the greenskin boss' neck.

The decomposition force field decomposed the greenskin boss's armor and chopped off the greenskin boss's head as easily as cutting through the air.

The soldiers finally saw the figure clearly. It was a mortal auxiliary soldier wearing force feedback power armor. He was looking at the soldiers with a power sword in his hand.

"Keep fighting. We will deal with those monsters in the trenches."

The mortal auxiliary army spoke to the soldiers, and the dull electronic sound rang in the soldiers' ears. They quickly picked up their automatic guns and started shooting at the greenskins outside the trenches.

Soldiers of the Mortal Auxiliary Army were running in the trenches. They were wearing force-feedback power armor and holding power swords. They worked in groups of many to surround and kill the green-skinned bosses. They originally belonged to the supervisory team, but now they had to go into the battle.

These mortal auxiliary soldiers are all former veterans of the Astra Militarum. Their combat experience and the fighting methods they have developed on the battlefield over the years allow them to work in groups of five and kill a greenskin boss quite easily.

But they still suffered casualties. The greenskin bosses were still very powerful. Each of these bosses who emerged from the pile of greenskins was the strongest among the greenskin boys.

The strong physical fitness of the greenskin boss, coupled with the "excellent" equipment produced by the Fart Spirit technology, still allowed them to kill some mortal auxiliary troops. However, with the excellent tactical coordination of the mortal auxiliary troops, most of the mortal auxiliary troops were injured, and not many people died.

These mortal auxiliary soldiers who are missing limbs will then return to the Imperial Truth, and with the help of the equipment in the medical room, they will be replaced with mechanical prostheses, and then continue to serve in the mortal auxiliary army.

In the end, the greenskins' charge was repelled by humans, and humans also suffered huge losses. However, because of the addition of mortal auxiliary troops this time, the number of casualties only reached more than 900 people, most of whom were mobilized soldiers. The greenskin boss's lethality in the trenches was too great.

Because of this loss, the recruitment of mobilized soldiers began again in the city. Five mortal auxiliary soldiers were holding loudspeakers and recruiting mobilized soldiers at the evacuation point. The families of the soldiers who had been recruited before kept asking the mortal auxiliary soldiers about the conditions of their husbands and children, asking if they were still alive and when they could come back.

In a basement not far from an evacuation point, a tall figure was looking at the chaotic situation in the evacuation point through the observation window.

He stroked the bolter that had accompanied him for ten thousand years, and silently watched the chaotic scene outside the window. His heart was constantly struggling. He looked at those people who wanted to put on power armor and rush to the battlefield to die as a warrior of the Emperor, but he also didn't want people to see the traitor's mark on his power armor that had become a shame.

"I have proven my loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire in the rebellion ten thousand years ago. Now I have no reason to fight for this Empire that betrayed the Imperial Truth. They are just mortals. Countless mortals die in this universe every day. There is no need for me to fight for them. My duty was completed ten thousand years ago..."

The giant looked at the grenade launcher on his knees, and the logo of the Legion era on it, and thought with a struggle in his heart.

The legion emblem that once represented glory has become a lifelong shame for him. He no longer dares to put on the power armor, pick up the bolter with the legion emblem, and appear in front of the world. He should have died in that damn rebellion, at the hands of those legion traitors.

But he was still alive. He had experienced the rebellion and had stopped the traitors from heading to Holy Terra together with his loyal cousins. He had given everything for this empire. Now he just wanted to find a quiet place to live a peaceful life. But why did the damn war appear in front of him again? Why did he let this desperate scene of mortals appear in front of him again?

"I can not……"

The giant stroked the grenade launcher and kept telling himself in his heart that he could not go out to join the battle. The mark on his body was the mark of a traitor, and he must not let himself die as a traitor.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from the evacuation point, and the giant hurriedly looked towards the evacuation point. His superhuman vision allowed him to see clearly what happened at the evacuation point. A man holding an automatic pistol was holding an automatic pistol and shouting something loudly to the soldiers in front of him. Judging from his gorgeous attire, he should be a noble. The giant's Leman Ear allowed him to hear clearly what the man was saying.

"I am a noble! I have the right to evacuate in advance! Why did I let that damn woman and her child get on the transport plane!?"

The noble shouted frantically to the soldiers in front of him. After listening to what the man said, the giant shook his head helplessly. No matter which world they are in, most of these nobles behave like this.

"Her husband has gone to the battlefield, so she has the right to board the transport plane in advance. Now put down your gun, return to the team and line up properly!"

The soldier looked at the noble in front of him, quickly raised the laser rifle in his hand, and spoke to the noble.

"You! I'm a noble! How dare you!"

The nobleman looked at the muzzle of the laser rifle in front of him and said in a trembling voice. He looked at the soldier in front of him. Although he was a little scared, when he thought of his noble identity, he felt that this soldier would not dare to do anything to him.

"Final warning! Drop your guns and get back in line!"

The soldier did not react to what the noble said. What a joke! He is a soldier of the army led by the Primarch himself. What qualifications do you, a local petty noble, have to order me around?

"I'm a noble! Let me get on the plane!"

The noble was still going crazy, he was shouting almost neurotically, and he raised his pistol, vaguely pointing it at the soldiers.

"Zizzizi!"

But before he could raise his pistol, the soldier would shoot directly, and he had already given that last warning.

The giant in the basement looked at the soldiers shooting the nobles directly, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the soldiers and began to think again.

Chapter 168: Defense Battle Dakla Arrives in the Afternoon

In the Greenskin position command center (it's called a command center, but it's actually a temporary gathering place for the Greenskins), Dakla and Mad Doctor Ayala are looking at the wall of the human city not far away. Beside them, a group of Greenskin bosses are looking at Dakla performing the Greenskin-style Sky Eagle salute.

In order to learn about human military and beliefs, Dakla even found several believers of the state religion to teach the greenskins the etiquette of the empire. Although they didn't learn much, they still learned basic etiquette such as the Sky Eagle Salute. It's just that it's a bit strange for the greenskins to perform this etiquette.

"Mad Doctor Ayala, what do you think of our current offensive? How long will it take to capture this shrimp city?"

Dakla retracted his gaze and asked the mad doctor Ayala beside him. Mad doctor Ayala is not only a "regular" doctor now, but also an important military adviser to Dakla. After all, he is the only one who can barely understand that little military book.

"I think it will take us at least another day to capture this city. The shrimps have a very strong will to defend, and our guys can't attack directly in groups, otherwise the shrimps' big fire will kill a large number of the boys, and we can't attack effectively at all. We can only use the shrimps' tactics and use artillery fire to cover the boys' charge to effectively kill the shrimps' manpower."

After hearing Dakla's question, Mad Doctor Ayala thought for a while, combined with the current situation, and said to Dakla.

Napalm bombs can effectively prevent the possibility of large-scale attacks by greenskins. As long as the greenskins dare to attack in large numbers, napalm bombs can easily turn them into grilled mushrooms.

"That's what I was thinking, but I feel like the guys are being too conservative. They should be attacking continuously."