Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 151

151. Chapter 151, Death Tin Can

Private Aero Lacroxia of the 3rd Infantry Regiment had never imagined such a horrific scene would appear before him in his life, even if he counted the time he had dreamed.

It was a scene that could destroy the heavens and the earth!

He, a little soldier, had no idea what orbital strikes were planned by his superiors. He only knew that a shower of meteors streaked across the sky and hit the core area of the tower ruins in the distance. Then, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked!

Not to mention the hot wind, the shock wave, and the huge noise… At least, what he saw was enough to surprise him.

It was as if there were two large and many small suns rising deep in the tower ruins. Then, the tower ruins that he had been familiar with for the past few years changed.

Although it was a ruin, there were still “iconic buildings” here. Many of the high-rise buildings in the city collapsed, but a considerable number of them remained in place. It was natural that the Takamatsu buildings built with pre-war technology had stood for a hundred years. No matter how dilapidated they looked from the outside, they just couldn’t fall down. Many battles took place around these tall buildings from the pre-war era, and the bullets and artillery fire could not do anything

to these buildings. Even the 155mm howitzers, when hitting those buildings that didn’t fall down, would only scratch the skin a little, or mess up the already messy structure inside, but it had never completely collapsed the building.

But this huge bombing from the sky not only did it, but also did it “overdid it”.

Not only did the ruins of the pre-war tall buildings collapse, but there was no tall building jungle in the center. From Lacroxia’s perspective, looking deep into the ruins, it was as if some monster had taken a bite out of the steel jungle, and a large piece was missing.

Before he could recover from the shock, a series of whistling sounds came from above his head.

He was familiar with this sound, and he had always heard it in the past month.

But he had never heard it so frequently.

Before he could think about it, the company commander’s orders were passed down layer by layer. When the squad leader ordered to set off, he quickly put away his thoughts and followed the team.

In the process of marching to the front line, he felt that his whole body was hot. He himself could not tell whether it was caused by the fast march or the excitement that came from the bottom of his heart.

A series of rumbling explosions came from the direction he was going. That was the sound of artillery hitting the green-skinned orcs’ positions.

In the process of advancing, he was still nervous, fearing that a shell from an iron barrel artillery would be fired from the front, or that an armed pickup truck of green skins would appear. These things were their nightmares in the past period of time.

But none of these appeared.

When he followed his comrades and came to a place only one or two hundred meters away from the green-skinned orcs’ positions, he clearly knew why there was no obstruction on the road ahead:

those green skins were blown over, so how could there be any spare energy to stop them? Those iron barrel artillery and those armed pickup trucks were probably blown to pieces long ago.

He had only waited here for five or six minutes, but he had already seen hundreds of shells hitting the position in front of them.

Such intensive bombing made his head numb.

To be honest, Lacrosse was still very scared to stay in this position.

If the shell was slightly off, it would hit his head; even if it didn’t hit him, he could still clearly feel the power of the shell from only one or two hundred meters away.

Even the officers were still tirelessly warning the soldiers below not to let their chests and abdomens stick to the ground when they were lying down on standby. Even if it would be uncomfortable, they had to hold up their bodies, that is, to avoid the shock wave from the ground from injuring the soldiers’ internal organs.

They waited in place for seven minutes. According to the squad leader, they arrived a little earlier than the scheduled time. Lacrosse didn’t understand these things, he didn’t even have a clock.

He only knew that now the time had come and it was time to charge.

In fact, he was still a little scared.

It’s not that he was afraid of the greenskins. How many of them could survive after being bombed like this? Even if there were many survivors, it was nothing more than fighting against them. He had a gun in his hand. If they were too close, he would use a bayonet and fight.

He was afraid that the artillery brothers behind him would shake their hands, and that would be the end.

But he still rushed. After crossing a distance of 200 meters, they killed their way into the greenskins’ positions and quickly looked for defense points where greenskins might exist.

There were sporadic resistance fire.

Obviously, the greenskins were not really all dead.

In the collapsed houses and in the narrow holes formed by the collapse of multiple layers of reinforced concrete, there were still some greenskin orcs who survived the bombardment.

After the human soldiers launched the attack, they emerged from all over the place, howling and counterattacking.

But their number was too small.

Three appeared in front of Lakrosa. He and his comrades started shooting immediately. The distance between their platoon and the three squads was not far, and more than 30 guns were aimed at the three greenskins, and intensive fire was fired.

The greenskins also fought back with guns, but each of them only had time to fire two shots before they were hit by nearly a hundred bullets and killed. And the result of their battle before death was nothing more than breaking the leg of a soldier.

The soldier with a broken leg would be dragged back by his comrades, and the people from the subsequent logistics support company would take over and relay him back to the field hospital in the rear.

The rest of the people continued to advance.

The artillery fire from the rear continued, and the firepower was a little weaker than before, but the bombing area also changed from the original full coverage of the greenskin position to a smaller scope, covering only about 200 meters in front of the infantry.

The infantry and artillery coordinated, and after they completed the clearing of the current area, the artillery bombardment would continue to push forward 200 meters, and they would continue to explore the empty area.

This process will be repeated four times until the position with a width of about 800 meters is penetrated.

To be honest, during the whole process, the only thing Lacrosha was afraid of was the shaking of his artillery hands. The heavy artillery was always blasting about 200 meters in front of him, which was really scary.

As for the greenskins?

He saw greenskin corpses all over the ground, and they were so rotten that it was hard to find a complete corpse. Occasionally, there were a few alive, but they were shot at by dozens of guns at the same time, so they were not a threat at all.

To be honest, apart from the fear brought by his own artillery, Lacrosha’s biggest feeling was… a little bored?

Of course, he knew that his feeling was a little ridiculous.

Going forward a little, he and his comrades entered a ruin with four walls. The top of the house was covered by a concrete slab. There must have been a shell that hit it before, and there was still smoke coming out.

There is a 50% chance that it is empty; the other 50% chance that there are dead greenskins who are no longer human, or greenskins who are no longer human but still alive. If you encounter the latter, just shoot them a few times to end their lives.

But despite this, according to tactical ethics, they still have to go in and make sure that the inside is empty.

This time, they encountered a low-probability event.

With a “bang” sound of gunfire, half of the face of the first brother who went in exploded, his helmet was blown up by the large-caliber greenskin firearm, and his whole body suddenly fell back.

Lakroscha was the second one in line.

He subconsciously took a step back and moved away to make it easier to raise the gun. The G9A assault rifle began to sweep wildly into the dark space.

He couldn’t see the target, so he could only shoot like this.

The brothers in the same team behind him also rushed over and poured bullets into the inside like him.

Lacrosha was the first to empty his magazine. He straightened his bayonet skillfully, and then rushed in first after the other brothers stopped firing.

In the darkness, he vaguely saw a humanoid monster much taller than him, coming towards him, with a strong stench.

His mind was blank, but his hand thrust the bayonet forward in the most standard posture.

Then, there was a great resistance, and he hit something.

He pushed the bayonet forward with all his strength and turned the gun handle. The resistance pushed his body back a few steps, but he soon lost his strength and was pushed down violently.

Lacrosha himself fell down.

He felt his clothes were wet, stained with smelly blood.

Immediately, several comrades from the same class rushed in. Some reached out and pulled him up, and some stabbed the body under him with bayonets.

The greenskin was indeed dead.

After leaving the narrow ruins, Lacroxia saw that he was really in a mess, covered in blood.

But they were all greenskins. He didn’t feel injured, but his arm was a little weak because he had used too much force.

Gradually coming to his senses, he was surprised that he had killed a greenskin with a bayonet!

Although the guy was probably hit by a lot of bullets in the previous shooting and was seriously injured, he was the one who stabbed him to death after all.

Looking around, he found that there were only six people left, including himself. The

one who had just entered in front of him and was shot in the head was the fourth person in their class to die.

Only two died today, and the other two died in the past half month. Their class has not had any new soldiers.

He became more sober, and the previous “boring” thought had long gone.

The squad leader came up, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted in his ear: “Well done! But private! We don’t have time to rest now! Keep going!”

War is still cruel.

…

Li Kexi also thinks that war is cruel.

The heavy artillery had helped them clear a wave of enemies, especially with such dense artillery fire. The number of remaining enemies was not large, but his soldiers still paid a heavy price in the close-range clearing.

Of course, it was not as exaggerated as the six dead and two dead infantry squad of Lacrosha. Lacrosha’s squad was mainly the vanguard, so it was a bit miserable.

The overall casualty rate of the whole regiment was about 2%. They sacrificed about a hundred soldiers and cleared more than two hundred sporadic greenskins.

As for the total number of greenskin deaths on this position, it is difficult to calculate. The heavy artillery in front fired for more than an hour, and there must be at least 5,000 shells falling here, and 500 dead greenskins are the minimum.

Of course, this is an estimated number. Many bodies are rotten or buried under the ruins, so it is hard to count. It can only be said that there are more than 500.

The shelling has basically stopped now. It is estimated that the artillery shells have almost been fired.

However, the target area that their 3rd Infantry Regiment needs to capture has also been cleared by them.

The two combined battalions of the 1st Xifeng Brigade quickly penetrated from the gap they opened, and then began to encircle the greenskins from the south and north.

Friendly forces in other directions have also begun to attack on all fronts.

Two battalions were left to defend this position to cut off the connection between the greenskins at the north and south ends of the battle line, while most of the rest followed Major Perbov, the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Brigade, and penetrated to the north.

However, it was the southern part of the greenskin position that ended the battle first. There are not many greenskins surviving there, especially in the southernmost part, which was captured once by the 4th Regiment of the 7th Garrison Division. The positions and fortifications were destroyed. After they retreated, the greenskins reoccupied the place, but the rebuilt fortifications were obviously rubbish, and the artillery bombardment almost killed all the greenskins there.

Compared with the southern positions, the north theoretically invested more troops, and the 3rd Independent Regiment also joined the siege of the northern enemy.

But there are especially many greenskins alive there, and more importantly, there is a greenskin boss.

…

Greenskin orcs, if there is a strong leader, their performance is very different.

When there is no boss, they will fight among themselves, cannot gather together, and act recklessly and brainlessly; when there is a boss, although they are still reckless and brainless most of the time, at least they can act in a unified manner.

And Roast Axe is such a charismatic orc boss. He is the second-in-command in the clan, second only to the meat-tearing boss. There are many boys who obey him, and they are also very strong.

He knew that according to the elders and the plan of the meat-tearing boss, they were about to launch a full-scale attack on those shrimps. Many big booms, many big cars, and big cans were all ready. The meat-tearing boss also sent the second largest one to the front line in advance to appease his mind.

It was a bigger guy than the killing can. The elders called it the big iron can of fear.

Although it was said that to drive this thing, one had to saw off his legs and feet, connect them to the machine, and insert many tubes into the head and spinal cord, and he could not leave it for the rest of his life.

But… so what?

With such a powerful thing, you can chop and chop more happily, shoot and shoot more happily, and there are also multi-barreled booms… No greenskin would want to get out of such a thing, right?

After getting into this big iron can, Roast Axe was suffering pain and torture every moment, and could only relieve it by killing people. He wanted to lead his boys to kill all those shrimps immediately.

But the meat-tearing boss kept asking him to be patient, patient, and patient.

He endured and endured until the earth-shattering bombing.

Where were the more large machines to support him?

None of them!

What should he do now? So far, there were shrimps everywhere. If this continued, no matter how powerful he was or how brave his boys were, they would be finished.

Under his call, at least 400 green-skinned orcs gathered around him.

He led this group of greenskins and began to break out to the east.

Along the way, he had the intention of killing gods and Buddhas.

Baking Axe, who stuffed himself into the big iron can of fear, was four meters tall, much taller and stronger than the ordinary killing can. The strength of this suit of armor even exceeded that of the power armor of the Space Marines.

The bullets had very poor effect and could not break the defense at all; a battalion commander organized more than a dozen rocket launchers to fire intensively in one breath, killing several greenskins, but Baking Axe, who was regarded as the main target, was hit by these bombings head-on, but the damage he suffered was not serious at all.

That guy even targeted the battalion commander and charged forward. He chopped up the soldiers who blocked his way. He fired multi-barreled machine guns and swept with wheel saws. Dozens of infantrymen were killed along the way.

The battalion commander wanted to retreat when he saw the situation was not good, but he failed. The instructor was killed by the machine gun, and the battalion commander was cut in half by the saw.

The entire battalion was destroyed, and it was difficult for other troops to fill the gap for a while.

Fortunately, Perbov’s battalion was inserted in place. But even so, the interception process was extremely difficult.

Whether it was the Wanderer V or the domestically produced “Challenger” tank, in front of the terrifying big iron can, there would be a danger of being dismantled alive!

The machine guns on the armored vehicles were not easy to hit the big iron can. Although its shape is wild and its size is huge, it is actually very flexible, and the hit rate of the turret is not so perfect. Even if a considerable number of machine gun bullets hit it, it only made small dents on its metal armor plate and could not break the defense.

To put it bluntly, the caliber was not enough.

Even the 76mm tank gun of the Challenger tank was not good enough. It was mainly due to the local artillery technology. The initial velocity of the shells was not good enough. The caliber alone was not enough to penetrate the armor.

Of course, in general, the effect was better than that of the machine gun.

Unless there were really hundreds of machine guns, extremely densely bombarded, or dozens of 76mm tank guns successfully hit, then under the effect of metal fatigue, the armor of this big iron tank of fear would be broken, otherwise it would still be useless to the roast axe.

On the contrary, he was able to get close to the armored vehicle, and the huge iron clamp could even clamp the front of the armored vehicle and even deform it; the multi-barreled machine gun could break the defense and kill the driver inside with a direct fire of a few seconds; the wheel saw teeth would spark sparks when cutting the armor plate…

In this way, he used various methods to destroy two armored vehicles and two tanks.

Some infantry came up and tried to attack with rocket launchers again, but they could only achieve relatively weak results and could not make a final decision.

If you want to destroy this big iron tank of fear, you either have to make enough sacrifices and then use enough firepower to blow it up. A drop of water can wear away a stone, let alone thousands of bullets and artillery fire of all kinds.

But the sacrifices are too heavy. Before the roasting axe is killed, we don’t know how many people will die and how many tanks will be damaged.

Another option is to use a 155 howitzer to blow it up.

This is reliable enough. If it is hit by two or three shots, or even one shot hits the target, it may be able to directly complete the destruction mission.

However, this plan will also be accompanied by huge casualties – mainly from accidental injuries.

But there is no other way. If

we don’t think of a way, the human army will not be able to hold on until the time to destroy this steel behemoth will be broken through, allowing these orcs to break out.

Perbov gritted his teeth, ordered some troops to surround them, and at the same time called for artillery fire from the rear.

There were many soldiers from the first battalion of his Wind-extinguishing Brigade within the coverage area.

When the artillery fire fell, many of his brothers would be killed.

His heart was bleeding, but not only could he not let his soldiers withdraw, but he had to strictly order them not to retreat.

This was to exchange the lives of the soldiers for the results of the battle.

“Let our soldiers withdraw.”

At this moment, such a sentence appeared in Perbov’s mind.

This was the voice of the governor.

Perbov was stunned for a moment, but he reacted immediately and changed the order to let the soldiers retreat.

As the armored vehicles and infantry began to retreat and hide in the bunkers, the big iron tank of fear was about to chase.

However, suddenly a wonderful force made it stay in place.

It was not completely still, but as if it had lost its controller, its body stopped.

This is Gu Hang’s move!

The governor personally followed the attacking troops and came to the battlefield.

He was not too worried about his own safety. This was a battle that he had to win, and as a psychic, he was not without the ability to protect himself. In this battle, as long as he didn’t want to die, he shouldn’t die.

At the same time, his arrival could not only boost the morale of the troops, but also solve some special problems.

For example, the green-skinned leader he encountered now.

His psychic ability played an important role!

Gu Hang was certainly not interested in simply wrestling with the big iron can, as that was a very stupid thing to do. Although his psychic strength was not low, it was unwise to fight against such a mechanical monster with a steel body.

He was controlling the green-skinned leader inside the iron can.

Obviously, the green-skinned big iron can was powerful, but it did not have a certain degree of psychic resistance that the Space Marine power armor had. This big thing had no protective effect against psychic energy.

However, the ‘waaagh’ force field of this green-skinned leader was quite powerful. Gu Hang almost went all out to attack the part of his soul that represented the central nervous system through the ability of soul cutting.

This was difficult, just a little easier than killing the soul. Gu Hang could only temporarily incapacitate it, and it would return to normal in about one or two minutes.

However, this period of time was enough for the 155mm howitzer in the artillery position in the rear to fly over.

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6k! There are still 1.9W words left in three days.

A bit challenging.

(End of this chapter)