Chapter 889: Mortals on the Battlefield

On a battlefield filled with smoke and flames, a dozen soldiers in green uniforms and sturdy armor were standing there.

They were tightly holding the laser rifles in their hands that had become slightly charred due to long-term and intense shooting, and their bodies were huddled in the narrow and simple position.

At this time, enemy artillery shells poured down like heavy rain, fiercely bombarding the area.

Each loud noise was accompanied by violent explosions and billowing smoke, plunging the entire battlefield into chaos and fear.

What is horrifying is that the soldiers who were unfortunately hit by the shells did not die immediately.

On the contrary, their bodies were corroded and polluted by a mysterious and evil chaotic force. They instantly lost their self-awareness and turned into a group of crazy and irrational Chaos believers.

The bodies of these believers who are controlled by the power of chaos have become twisted and deformed, and they exude a strange aura.

They kept shouting words that the soldiers could not understand at all, while waving their weapons and rushing fiercely towards their former companions.

Faced with such a terrifying enemy, conventional weapons have almost no effect on them. Only flamethrowers and some heavy firepower can completely eliminate them.

Reinhard Crawford, a captain from the 869th Infantry Company of the 5th Regiment of the Astra Militarum, had to huddle behind a huge stone statue to avoid the artillery fire.

However, even hiding here, he could still hear screams and fierce gunfire coming from all around him.

Seeing his comrades falling one by one under the enemy's attack, he was extremely anxious.

"Where's the support? Where the damn support is!" Crawford angrily picked up the auspicious device in his hand and roared loudly at the other end of the communication channel.

"Reporting to the commander, there are currently no support troops that can be dispatched. Fierce battles are breaking out all over the planet Ophelia, and our artillery units are unable to cover all places." A helpless reply came from the communication channel.

"Emperor! Am I just going to watch my brothers die? I have more than 60 brothers here! What should we do with them?" Crawford roared at the voice on the other end while dodging the enemy's bombing.

"Sir, please calm down. The order from our superiors requires us to continue to hold our position and wait for the order to change guard."

"Rotation order! Damn rotation order!"

Crawford roared angrily and then hung up the communicator in his hand.

Seeing this, several officers beside him quickly gathered around him, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

"Sir, what did the higher-ups say? We can't hold on any longer!"

One of the officers looked anxiously at Crawford, whose face still bore burn marks from the explosion of a shell.

Crawford gritted his teeth and uttered a few words viciously: "Keep going, damn it!"

After saying that, he picked up a laser rifle without hesitation, turned around and rushed towards the position.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield was still tense, but it was slightly better than before, because the number of enemies they had to face this time was not large, only a few thousand Chaos followers.

However, even such a relatively small number of enemies still posed a considerable threat to the Astra Militarum soldiers who had been fighting for a long time and were exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, the Astra Militarum was well-trained and well-equipped, and they still showed great combat effectiveness in the face of these crazy and fearless Chaos followers.

With accurate shooting and tacit coordination, the Astra Militarum soldiers were able to eliminate the enemies one by one with almost zero casualties.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Deafening gunshots echoed throughout the battlefield. The automatic guns equipped by the heavy weapons team kept spitting out flames, and the dense shells poured down like raindrops, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

More than a dozen hours passed, and the automatic cannons never stopped firing. The Chaos Cultists seemed tireless, launching fierce attacks wave after wave.

But each time, they were met with stubborn resistance from Crawford and his men, and were eventually beaten back wave after wave.

"Damn it! These damn guys, what on earth are they trying to do? Are they just trying to waste our bullets?"

A soldier, his face filled with anger and his body covered in dirt and blood, cursed through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha, Sergeant, maybe you're right! Look at how few bullets we have left. I'm afraid it won't be long before we're completely out of gas!"

A young soldier next to him said with a big grin, and at the same time reached out to pick up the last laser rifle magazine from his side, and handed it to another comrade who had already used up all the bullets without hesitation.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood, and red energy beams were rapidly shuttling through the crowd like lightning.

I saw those Chaos believers, each wearing tattered clothes, holding all kinds of strange weapons or objects in their hands, charging towards our position frantically without caring about their lives.

However, faced with such a fierce attack, these Astra Militarum soldiers had no intention of retreating, or perhaps they had become numb.

There was a burst of dense gunfire, and the dazzling lasers instantly intertwined into an impenetrable firepower network.

In an instant, hundreds of Chaos believers had their bodies ruthlessly pierced by powerful energy beams. They screamed and fell to the ground like ripe wheat.

"Oh, if only we had a few more powerful blasters now, it wouldn't be so difficult to deal with these guys!"

Looking at the tragic battle situation in front of him, the soldier who had just taken the magazine couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

A young soldier was looking at the laser rifle in his hand with regret, while the old soldier on the other side knocked on his helmet and complained: "What are you thinking? Is the Military Affairs Department so kind as to give us equipment? Just be content with the laser rifles. The colony security and planetary defense forces on the other side are using automatic rifles."

The old soldier was holding a piece of grass in his mouth. It was easy to tell from his purple pupils and the symbol on his armor that he was a Cadian.

"You are a Cadian, sir?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

The veteran loaded his weapon skillfully and fired at the approaching Chaos Cultists.

"My house was bombed by that bastard Abaddon. I was fighting in other star regions at the time and only found out about it later."

After killing a dozen Chaos Cultists, the veteran soldier handed a cigarette to the new recruit.

"Go ahead and take a break."

The veteran opened the lighter skillfully and then lit the cigarette that he had just held in his mouth.

However, at this moment, in the thick fog of the explosion, a huge figure appeared in front of many Astra Militarum soldiers.