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The company commander threw the broken arm behind the medic. It was impossible to reattach the arm, so they could only see if there was a chance to replace it with a new metal prosthesis.

"On the battlefield, a moment of distraction or laxity will lead to the arrival of the god of death. Everyone stay alert and pay attention to the alarm of the bird servant! Ultramar will not fall!"

The captain shouted loudly, and the soldiers around him followed suit. Killing two World Eaters in a row gave them great confidence and also dispelled the fantasy of the Space Marines being mysterious and invincible in their minds.

At the innermost part of the position, the narrator Lowell McKeon followed the 627th Company to the front line of the battlefield.

Although it was only in the bunker of the position, it was exciting enough for this kid who had not undergone several years of standard training. The company commander did not allow him to run around everywhere, as his ignorant actions would not only kill himself but also hurt others.

Lowell's diary recorded the feat of the 627th Company killing two World Eaters just now, and even included a freshly taken photo found from the camera probe on the soldier's shoulder.

This was the approval he finally got after begging the captain for a long time. Of course, in the captain's opinion, this recorder was really stupid. He could have returned to Macragge, which was relatively safe, to avoid the disaster, but he insisted on going to the most dangerous place.

"You are such a stupid fool!"

Lowell used his pen and paper, his portable video recorder, and his eyes to record the most dangerous front-line positions.

This is stupid, but the captain admires this stupidity. It is this stupidity that forged the fearless faith of the people of Ultramar and allowed them to rush to the forefront of the war one after another.

This kind of stupidity can perhaps be called courage.

Chapter 59: Mortal Body (Subscription Request)

Over the next half hour, the 627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army repelled five attacks from the World Eaters.

This is an extremely brilliant number. Actual combat has proved that even the World Eaters, who are known for their violent attacks, will fall flat on their face when attacking the new auxiliary army that has sufficient ammunition and shelters.

The commander of the World Eaters was also keenly aware of the changes in the enemy. These mortals were completely different from the Ultramar auxiliary forces they had encountered before.

Although the mortal troops before had good fighting spirit, they were limited by the gap in equipment.

Even if they persisted in resisting to the end, the final outcome would be to be massacred.

These mortal auxiliary troops before them clearly had a more powerful command system. Their bird servants controlled the movements of the battlefield at all times, making it impossible for the World Eaters to infiltrate the positions by surprise attack and then massacre the weak mortals.

Once the bird servants sounded the alarm, these mortals armed with laser guns and incendiary guns would focus their fire on the charging enemies. The World Eaters noticed that the weapons of these mortals were extremely powerful, especially the terrifying proportion of incendiary guns. Almost half of the auxiliary troops were equipped with incendiary guns.

The Detonator is a relic weapon from the Dark Ages. Only a few Forge Worlds have mastered its STC template, and it is also very difficult to produce.

The intelligence error made the World Eaters taste the bitterness of failure, and they had to admit that the bone before them was extremely tough to chew, even hard enough to break their teeth.

"Mobilize those tanks and pull out that nail for me!" The captain of this World Eaters company roared, cutting off the head of a prisoner of war. He held the bloody head in his hand, "The Primarch has landed, we can't let him be humiliated!"

Amid roars, the enemy's heavy vehicles finally arrived at the battlefield. They were transported to the surface by airships, and then the World Eaters rarely followed behind the tanks, using them to cover their bodies.

The toughness of Amatra forced these extremely bloodthirsty and irritable Space Marines to use tactics.

It was a Sikaran battle tank. Although its 65-ton load capacity could not be called a giant monster, it was already a behemoth in the front-line position where speed was emphasized.

The 12th Legion has always lacked sufficient vehicle units, especially after the return of Primarch Angron. The fighting style of this Primarch who emphasized close combat killing influenced those Astartes warriors who dreamed of getting closer to the Primarch.

The World Eaters favor close combat, and using the bloodiest and most brutal chain saw axes to tear apart the enemy is the most common way of fighting. In this kind of distanced battlefield, this is undoubtedly the biggest disadvantage.

Of course, with the help of the Word Bearers, the World Eaters mobilized a batch of tank vehicles provided by the Mechanicus. These tank guys, who were dazzled by the sweet promises of Warmaster Horus, turned around to deal with the Empire without hesitation.

In their view, the Emperor who forbade them to study lost technology was undoubtedly the most hateful enemy, and it was he who blocked the path to the pursuit of truth.

"Here comes a big one, everyone pay attention!"

The company commander's voice came again, and every soldier could hear the follow-up combat orders at any time. It was not only the front-line commander who was commanding them. On the screen of the command headquarters, the overall tactical sand table could also be constructed by reproducing the images captured by the bird servant instrument.

They are like chess pieces on a chessboard, accurately carrying out the orders of the chess player.

This kind of precise coordination was impossible even for the previous Ultramar auxiliary army. Equipping a small team with expensive and bulky communication towers was already the limit, let alone the abnormal level of equipping a single soldier now.

Changes in enemy groups on the front line, the number of our own personnel, combat status, ammunition supplies, etc. can all be received by the command center and adjusted at any time.

Heavy vehicles have a strong suppressive effect on infantry. The most powerful melta bomb among individual weapons is difficult to install on the vehicle. Before that, the World Eaters following behind the tanks would have rushed forward and chopped them into pieces.

The roar of the basilisks was heard again, and they sent physical shells to the front line. However, this was not the killer move: in the rear bunker of the 627th Company, a super-heavy tank, the Storm Lord, raised its gun muzzle.

It emerged from the camouflage coating and plant shelters on the ground, and its terrifying heavy bombs instantly covered the direction of the Sikaran battle tank.

Not only that, the Storm Lord's main weapon, the Vulcan Heavy Bolter and the secondary heavy bolter installed on the side, the laser cannon on the top of the turret, and the heavy lumbering gun were aimed at those World Eaters who exposed their figures. The horrific barrage of bullets almost instantly tore all standing enemies into pieces.

Although the Storm Lord does not have a powerful main gun like other super-heavy tanks, its strength is not in attacking the enemy's heavy vehicles, but in hunting infantry. Its weapons and equipment are complicated and luxurious, and the serious excess firepower makes all infantry units naturally fear this deadly weapon.

With a Storm Lord present, the enemy was completely pinned to the ground by firepower. Once they showed their heads, their ceramic steel would be blown up and their bodies would be torn into pieces.

The World Eaters following behind Sika were almost wiped out within a minute. Even those who were lucky enough to survive could only linger on on the battlefield.

The Astartes' tenacious vitality was not an advantage in this situation, because the promethium flamethrowers and incendiary bombs from the trenches once again covered the battlefield. Even the rocks would be burned in the flames. There was no way any possible enemy could survive on this land.

Amatra has gathered a large amount of weapons and ammunition from five hundred worlds. The mortal auxiliary troops only need to fire all their ammunition, and leave the rest to the logistics department.

They were staunch supporters of the theory of firepower supremacy, and the mortal auxiliary forces that were given high hopes fulfilled strategic expectations, annihilating and delaying a large number of enemy Astartes and scattering them across the battlefield.

In this extreme environment, the data obtained by the command showed that the exchange ratio between the mortal auxiliary forces and the enemy Astartes even soared to 4:1.

If it were really possible to exchange troops at this ratio, I'm afraid that even if all the enemies in the Amatra galaxy were put into this meat grinder, they would not be able to fill the gap.

But Orfeo knew that this was only temporary. In the early days of the war, the enemies did not have much tacit cooperation, and they were caught off guard by the powerful mortal auxiliary army.

In other words, their arrogance makes them not take those mortals seriously at all.

The prevalence of Grand Astartesism among the rebels caused many Space Marines to ignore the power of mortals. These mortals, who they believed were only fit to play supporting roles, clean up the battlefield and provide cannon fodder, actually had the power to kill them easily.

"The World Eaters are their weakness. These lunatics who have been hit by the Butcher's Nails have completely lost the discipline of the Warhounds of the past. They have no clear strategic goals. They just hold their bolters and chainsaws and attack the targets within their sight."

"If we were facing the War Hounds of the past, we would be under much greater pressure than we are now. This is all thanks to their Nail Primarch, Angron, who was enslaved by anger and destroyed the glory of the War Hounds. They are now just a group of scattered soldiers."

Orfeo accurately summarized the current situation of the World Eaters Legion. This will be good news as the enemy's breakthrough point has been exposed.

However, there were commanders with strategic awareness among the World Eaters. After discovering that the position where the 627th Company was located was completely unbreakable, they decisively changed their strategic direction and mobilized more than a thousand World Eaters to concentrate on breaking through that position.

Even if the mortal auxiliary army has been equipped with new upgraded equipment and has a large number of heavy vehicles stationed there, they are bound to fall before the destructive frenzy of thousands of World Eaters.

The collapse of the defense line was sometimes like a river bursting its banks, the torn gaps rapidly expanding under the furious attacks of the World Eaters.

The World Eaters rushed through this strategic gap, and a scarlet killing frenzy began to spread.

More and more World Eaters were coming, and Orfeo waited for the number to quickly rise from 1000 to 2000 or even higher before he finally gave the order.

"The time has come!"

Chapter 60: Ultramarines Appear

The enemy had fallen into the designed trap, and the command immediately responded to the previously prepared strategic deployment, and the Astartes troops who had been waiting for a long time entered the battlefield.

The Regent of Amatra himself wore armor, holding a power sword in one hand and a combat dagger in the other, and came to the front line of the battlefield followed by his victorious army guards.

In close combat, even a fully armed mortal is no match for the Space Marines, and the only way to stop all of this adventurous assault of World Eaters is to use Astartes to fight Astartes.

Both sides are well aware of this. The enemy repeatedly uses their Space Marines to attack positions. In addition to destroying the defenses, their biggest goal is to attract the Ultramarines to join the battle.

As long as the Ultramarines Astartes on Amatra can be completely defeated and their commander killed, all the rebels will have to face are some confused mortal troops.

Captain Khârn of the 8th Assault Company was one of the World Eaters' most advanced warriors, and he and his battle-brothers had already breached a mortal auxiliaries position.

Even from his point of view, those mortal soldiers did their best. In order to remove that tough thorn in the battlefield, the soldiers under his command paid the price of seventeen lives.

Incendiary guns, melta bombs, plasma guns... those damn mortals are armed to the teeth. Kahn compared them with the mortal soldiers in his own legion. They were just like homeless people begging for a living.

These Amatra are so determined that they would rather charge in with melta bombs than be captured alive, although the World Eaters generally do not take prisoners.

Kahn will never forget the look of the last veteran on the battlefield. It was a look of fearlessness and mockery. They firmly believed that the invaders would be buried one by one in this world, and the people of Ultramar would eventually win the final victory.

Kahn took a deep breath. He realized that it was not blind confidence. The other party really thought that the World Eaters could not capture Amatra.

What other cards do they have? Those weird suicide spaceships? Or those mortal veterans armed to the teeth by some unknown guy on the battlefield? Or those super-heavy tanks that appear in dozens on the battlefield?

The Captain of the Eighth Company admitted that his enemies fought well, but it was meaningless. The World Eaters and the Word Bearers had deployed too many forces on the planet. They did not stand a chance.

Astartes is a life form that transcends mortals, so no matter how hard mortals try, they deserve to be defeated.

The Astartes conquered the galaxy for the Emperor, but there were not enough places for the Space Marines in the galaxy. The newly formed Terran Council of the Empire did not have a seat for the Primarch, and the Emperor would rather hand over the power of governing the Empire to those mortals than leave a place for his sons.

Although Kahn is not interested in managing the Empire, the fear of being abandoned is still the reason why many legion soldiers choose to betray the Emperor.

They feared that the fate of the Thunder Warriors would be the fate of Astartes.

Khârn's chainsaw axe flew across the battlefield, and he killed several mortal auxiliary soldiers who were trying to delay him with their lives, until the blue and gold painted Ultramarines appeared in his sight.

Those cowardly cousins ​​were finally willing to show up. Kahn even thought for a time that these Space Marines only dared to hide in their fortifications, leaving the mortals to bear the casualties.

The Ultramarines, the arrogant Ultramarines, the rational Ultramarines, can only hide in their nests and tremble.

Kahn watched as the Ultramarines put up tall shields, pressed together against each other, and formed an unbreakable cobalt blue shield wall. Those boarding shields and storm shields were originally used for boarding operations in interstellar wars, but now they appeared on the surface battlefield.

The Ultramarines stood behind their magnificent shields, with the Empire's lightning eagle wings and the Ultramarines' Ω mark engraved on the front of the shields. Kahn flashed a hint of disdain.

With their other hands wielding bolters or power swords, they fearlessly faced the incoming waves of World Eaters, stubbornly standing at the forefront of the battle line.

The warriors under Khârn's command, as well as the World Eaters from two different companies, rushed towards the enemy camp with frantic roars, shouting the battle cries of the past.

Under the crazy stimulation of the Butcher's Nails, there was only one thought left - break through the wall! Let those Ultramarines die in pain!

Some of the more rational World Eaters were constantly firing their bolters and plasma guns. The bombs exploded on the shield wall, leaving only traces of burning and explosion. The shields mixed with adamantium could not be easily penetrated by the bombs.

The formation of the Ultramarines is almost perfect. They are well-organized, their formation is strict, and their will is indestructible.

"This may be the best heavy-armored infantry phalanx in the empire."

The moment Kahn hit the shield wall, a thought came to his mind.

It was as if they had hit a tall mountain. The warriors behind the shield wall didn't even waver and easily resisted the frenzied charge of the World Eaters.

We must break through this wall, otherwise these World Eaters will be killed by the Ultramarines in minutes, Kahn roared in his heart.

He swung his chainsaw axe and fired plasma in his other hand, trying to open a gap in the defense line in front of him.

"Hold the line!"

A loud voice came from behind the shield wall, a shout in High Gothic, and the Captain of the Ultramarines encouraged the morale of his battle-brothers, who raised their shields higher.

The World Eaters each let out an earth-shaking war cry, but the chaotic and inconsistent sounds were completely crushed by the Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines' formation was too tight. Every World Eater who rushed to the front line had to face at least two Ultramarines. They tilted their shields slightly, and various power swords, chainswords or heavy bombs would take away a life through the gaps.

Kahn tried to use the terrain to cross the enemy's shield wall and break into it to chop the enemy, but the attempt was seen through by an Ultramarines, who blocked it without any doubt.