PFC Chapter 423: The Deep Water and Fire Inspire People
Chapter 423: The Deep Water and Fire Inspire People
Pope Ian stood on the top floor of the command room which was converted from a grain storage warehouse, holding a high-powered telescope and carefully looking at the farmland several kilometers away.
Over there, a large combine harvester is harvesting in full swing. Its huge body is spewing out thick black smoke and drying the harvested materials non-stop.
"Your Holiness, you don't have to observe on your own. The reconnaissance company will pass on the information in time. You can come down and have a rest." Caroline came behind Truth and said.
Ian said yes, but he was still worried. Although this was a new war zone and 80% of the orc clans were Snakebite clans, orcs were orcs after all, and aliens were aliens after all. If they were not careful, they would suffer unbearable death.
"Obviously, this is one of the planets where the orcs get their supplies and troops. Why don't we send more fighter planes to bomb them before the orcs have built up a decent mechanical force?"
So after he went downstairs, he asked the many Astra Militarum Legion generals in the command center.
A total of twelve Star Army Corps were deployed to the Agricultural World War Zone this time. Excluding logistics, internal affairs, and non-staff personnel, there were about 20 direct combat personnel, which were divided into nearly 80 functional regiments, and were fully capable of resisting several times more orcs.
"The equipment is tight across the entire front. We are enough to deal with these traditional orcs. You don't know that the fighting in the mining world next door is really fierce, and I heard that the world outside needs 600,000 to 700,000 people to be replenished every day." A colonel of the Star Army joked
"Yes, the scope of this war zone is really too vast, and the attack of the Orc Empire is equally fierce. The defensive battle is indeed a bit passive. But I heard that Riza is ready to blow the horn of counterattack, otherwise I don’t know how many years this war will last." Another colonel also said silently.
Everyone took puffs on their cigarettes, the smoke drifting away in the light and darkness of the cigarette butts, setting off the slightly depressing atmosphere around them.
"It doesn't matter. They are just a bunch of wild orcs. If they dare to charge, we will definitely let them have a taste of what artillery is like."
Ian hoped that these traditional orcs were really stupid and didn't like to use firearms. At least it would make people feel more at ease. However, the station area defended by the Fire Covenant was not so lucky. While praying to the God-Emperor in his heart, he also hoped to bring some protection to the other party.
"Report! The front-line reconnaissance company has discovered the movements of orcs. A large number of Squig orc cavalry have emerged from the woods, but they have no tactics other than a brutal charge." The communicator took off his headphones and stepped forward to report.
The General of the United Army snorted coldly, stood up, slammed the table and ordered:
"Just in time! All corps are acting according to the plan. 8 airborne regiments are seizing the 985, 211, 996, and 007 high grounds. 24 light and heavy infantry regiments are rushing to the gorge to consolidate defense. 15 armored regiments are blocking from the outside to intercept and consume the orc infantry units. 8 mechanized infantry regiments are doing motorized processing.
22 artillery regiments and siege regiments are ready for fire support. Don't save ammunition and let the artillery explode. The remaining regiments are reserve forces. All communication companies are ready for intelligence handover. Inform the navy fighters to prepare for low-altitude bombing. Action immediately! "
The message was passed down layer by layer. The general informed the colonels at the regimental level, and the colonels commanded their respective companies and regiments. The lieutenants at the front listened to the news from the regimental headquarters and then issued combat missions to each communication group.
Each support unit also began to perform its duties, the hated psychic team began to predict the war, and Political Commissar Zhongsi also began to mobilize the troops before the war. The priests of the order began to carry out the appeasement ceremony, infusing the war machine with the gospel of the Om Messiah.
There are also Anglican priests who are stirring up a fanatical spirit of martyrdom. With the authorization of Pope Ian, thousands of Anglican priests have been incorporated into companies at all levels.
They are rubbing their hands in anticipation and looking fanatical, they are bringing the light of the Emperor of God to the battlefield. Under their sincere preaching, the enthusiasm for fighting begins to spread among the company, and their courage and bravery are commendable rather than fearless.
Nearly 5000 soldiers jumped down from a large number of Valkyrie assault boats. The gravity parachute packs on their bodies immediately activated the anti-gravity force field generators and the jet nozzles adjusted their positions to avoid collisions. As they slowly descended, the communication channels of each team were filled with laughter about the safety of the mission.
The snakebites, with their armor-less skin tattooed with strange words, charged forward, riding on their specially bred Squig war beasts out of the forest.
The size of that group of Squigs was even larger than the orcs' modified chariots. Every step they took caused the ground to dent. Hundreds and thousands of them ran out in a huge crowd, and the resonance they created caused the tree trunks to crack and shake until they were uprooted.
If they were orcs from other clans, they would have surely been descending amid a barrage of bullets, but this time, apart from the sporadic shots from the fart spirits on the Squig's backs, there were more excited shouts from their own side as they killed orcs with their laser guns.
Many airborne troops are equipped with "Ericsson", but they are a little less popular. They are indeed very wealthy and have very luxurious equipment.
They landed on the high ground, prepared their troops, and seized a favorable position before the orc cavalry. Except for some sentinel mechas and transport vehicles, they did not have any heavy weapons or chariots or tanks.
After all, paratroopers are born to be surrounded.
"WAAAAAGH!"
Although the endless fields were convenient for the defenders to shoot from, the endless orc cavalry were running so fast that no one could stop them. However, the paratroopers were not worried because they were not alone this time.
"Whoosh~~~"
The shells streaked across the sky, leaving behind a buzzing tail as they flew, creating a different contrast with the roars of beasts in the sky.
"BOOM!"
The bombs exploded among the orc cavalry. Even a foolish general would not allow his men to charge in such a dense formation.
But who can blame them for being the happiest race in the galaxy? Even though they were bursting with rage, their roars were filled with earth-shaking laughter.
Many orcs died, but even more appeared. The death of thousands and thousands was not a big deal. The corpses lying on the ground were like stimulants to them.
Plains are indeed suitable for defense, but cavalry charges are also faster, and running several kilometers per minute is unmatched by any chariot.
The mobility was maximized again. Some rushed to the high ground and some crossed the gorge. Facing the light and heavy infantry regiments that had completed the construction of their positions, they immediately changed directions and attacked on multiple fronts.
The armored regiment arrived in a hurry and quickly engaged in battle, but the orcs, who usually killed people without blinking an eye, abandoned the crowd and instead stabbed the tanks with spears loaded with explosives.
Although the early planning on the 30 square kilometers of land was very good, once the fighting started and the orcs rushed in, the coordination between the forces immediately became disorganized.
The number of orcs killed in less than 15 minutes was estimated to be around 7 to 8, but their number was still around 15. Now the scattered teams were interspersed between areas, so the artillery bombardment had to be temporarily stopped.
"What a bunch of damn beasts. When did they learn such a flexible way of fighting? Have you found the orc leader?" said the admiral unhappily.
"The reconnaissance company ahead sent a message saying they did not find the clan leader they had seen previously, but they did find several orc cavalrymen wearing the same electronic helmets as him," the communicator said quickly.
"Who cares about the helmet? I'm more worried about whether that guy will bring another team to attack our headquarters."
This is indeed a situation that only needs to be considered, but a team of hundreds of people cannot hide in such a vast plain, and it is really a bit unrealistic to send a team to launch a surprise attack on the command post in the rear.
"Could it be a disguise?" Ian hesitated after being silent for a long time.
Ian's unexpected words awakened everyone, and it turned out to be true. The orcs used the simplest method, which was to cover the team with the ground. And many of the orcs used psychic energy to block the heat.
The high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft had no idea of the surprise attack force's situation. By the time the reconnaissance troops discovered the enemy, the distance between them and the headquarters was only about 15km. Based on the enemy's advancing speed, they would be able to arrive in less than 5 minutes.
"Fuck him! Immediately dispatch the remaining two airborne regiments and mobilize the three nearest armored regiments to rush to the eastern theater to stop the orcs. The six mechanized infantry regiments will build defensive positions based on favorable terrain and make sure to intercept the enemy outside the A-3 Valley!"
Time passed by minute by minute, and when the orcs who were sneaking forward heard the roar of fighter engines in the air, they knew that their disguise had been discovered by humans. They overturned the ground that was pressing on them, and the roars that had been suppressed for hours came out at once.
The airborne regiment, which had just got on and off the plane, encountered firepower coverage that was several times that of the front line. The "Luba Cannon", which looked like a large slingshot or catapult, sounded backward and fragile.
But the orc race is used to break through the fragile imagination of human beings. The body of the super-large Squig has been completely transformed into a war machine, and the already thick skin and flesh are covered with thick plate armor.
Especially the ferocious weapons lined up on its back, such as the Korlong Cannon, the Bang Bang Cannon, the Crushing Cannon and so on, etc., which are aimed at the large population of infantry. It is no exaggeration to call it a biological version of a knight.
The most crucial thing is that an Orc version of the Void Shield Engine is installed on their backs, so they can charge more unscrupulously. Positions without heavy weapons are defeated like dry weeds, and the Astra Militarum troops who are rushed into the front by the Orcs die miserably under the cold spear tips and axe blades.
The orcs successfully deceived the generals. All the troops on the front line of the battlefield were entangled and unable to withdraw. The artillery regiment had to be redeployed because its firing range was exceeded. The orc boss's troops broke through the legion's defense line with great momentum.
"General! The speed of our reinforcements cannot keep up with the speed of our position being breached. We are less than 6 kilometers away. Let's abandon the command center and evacuate on the plane!"
"Bullshit! It's fine that you care about my safety, but you can only retreat when I say so. If you say that again, I will punish you first!"
The Admiral kicked the communicator away, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the sky as if he was really going to shoot. Ian quickly stepped forward to stop the man's arm, and signaled the communicator to quickly slip away.
Ian knew that he should not underestimate the orcs, but it was too late to say anything. However, it was indeed as the general said, they retreated when they encountered a little setback. For other races, it was not the case, as it was called preserving their manpower.
But this cannot be applied to the orcs. If this place is evacuated, tens of thousands of orc cubs will crawl out of the ground in thirty or forty days.
"Damn it! Has the armored regiment come yet? Where is the mechanized unit? The airborne regiment is almost wiped out! Where is the artillery support?"
The colonel on the front line cursed in the communicator, and there were probably few people who responded.. No, actually...
“No need, because we are here.”
A new voice joined the communication, and the deep voice was mixed with endless arrogance. After all, no one would appear in this way.
The Thunderhawk glided at a low altitude and released its hook amid the howling of the gale. The Knight Mech soaring in the air let out a roar to suppress the gale, and the rain of bullets fired from the Iron Storm missile bay cleared a landing area of hundreds of square meters.
After a loud "bang", the Templar-type Swift Knight made a brilliant appearance, and two kilometers away, the other two Overwatch and Expedition-type Swift Knights also landed together.
In an instant, the violent machine soul made the orcs know what fire cover is. The Avenger Gatling heavy machine gun, the bullets are as thick as an adult's arm, the rapid-fire cannon is so big that the orcs are jealous, and the hot-melt cannon fired a shot, leaving nothing but charred soil.
"This battlefield has been taken over by the Arryn Knight Family. All levels of the Astra Militarum Army must retreat immediately!"
The loud voice reassured the soldiers, but the subsequent voice made them laugh and cry.
"Attention orcs! You are facing the Lord of the East, Jon Arryn, the son of the Duke of the Eyrie and a noble knight of the Arryn family!"
But no matter how speechless it is, since he can drive a knight, it proves how powerful this person is. The huge Templar-type Swift Knight began to move under his control.
"I am the master of the Dawn Lancers, the guardian of the Canyon Blood Gate, the vanguard of the Holy Court Knights, the number one trainer in the Speed Pass Valley, the alien slayer! The orc trampler! The triumphant fighter!"
After two steps, he suddenly accelerated, and the Death Chainsaw Sword in his left hand also emitted a sharp buzzing sound. The howling Squig monster met its match, and then there was a huge collision between heaven and earth that was too great to look at.
"Dangdang!"
The earth shook, and everyone was trembling. A dozen orcs and orcs that had not been caught flew out from the back of the beast, and a large number of guns were twisted and broken under the impact. But the beast was really powerful, and it pushed against the knight mecha and plowed two furrows away.
"You are not worthy to know my name. After all, you don't understand it, and even if you do, you will forget it. And today is the day you will be burned. Die!"
But the knight was not nervous. He continued to broadcast his battle declaration through the sound array channel. The chainsaw sword in his hand slashed across, directly tearing off most of the beast's face.
Then the rapid-fire cannon was inserted into the beast's ferocious mouth. The first shot of "pong" blasted a bloody gap. The second shot of "pong" tore flesh and bones, and the third shot of "pong" splattered brain matter everywhere.
The stalemate was finally decided. The body of the Squiggle, which was running wildly, suddenly froze and fell to the ground with a loud bang. The orc boss on its back seemed to be howling and was ready to fight with the orc with a huge axe.
To be honest, if an orc over three meters tall breaks into the position, it will definitely cause a bloody storm, and it will be impossible to defeat the enemy without sacrificing the lives of a hundred or eighty soldiers.
But the knight heard a crisp "crack" sound, and the orc was stuck in the gap under his feet.
"It's so disgusting. For this disgusting thing, you all have to die!"
Seeing the knights galloping and killing the beasts, Ian felt relieved. But he suddenly thought that he had already sent out the knight mechas, so what difficulties would the Fire Covenant Chapter face?