Free Web NovelChapter 1728: Chapter 982: Terra Under Siege (Part 2)
The enemy is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Even though they are being eliminated at a considerable speed, their brutal way of fighting continuously brings pressure to the defenders.
After all, this is a war, and there are always our soldiers losing their lives due to various sudden situations. The enemy’s flanking firepower at the foot of the mountains greatly suffers in the offense and defense, but in large numbers, once emptied, they are immediately replenished, always maintaining density, always having one or two shots hitting their targets.
If they hit the walls, they held firm, as the walls of Terra Imperial Palace could indeed withstand the test. However, if they hit the battlements, the soldiers’ covers might not be enough to protect them fully.
Not to mention, some fixed fire points were also getting knocked off.
The only good news was the armory’s equipment and ammunition seemed endless—even if it were used up, resupply from the rear was easily accessed.
Right now, what the defenders of the Terra Imperial Palace siege lack most is manpower. There’s no lack of weapons and equipment, but no one to deliver them, so they have to send logistics units and motorized soldiers to retrieve them if needed.
But these cannot make up for the loss of fixed fire points.
If those installed turrets were destroyed, repairing them was not easily done during the war.
Every time a fixed fire point was lost, every time some soldiers perished, Zhao Zian’s heart sank a bit further.
That meant the cards in his hand had fewer to play with.
And today, it seemed like he was at a dead end.
The enemy seemed to have noticed this too, launching an unprecedented aggressive assault on the walls and gates.
Urgent calls from various units filled Zhao Zian’s communication channel.
Bad news of personnel casualties and lost positions followed one after another.
"Commander! The Chaos Starfield Warriors climbed up and destroyed the C7 battery! We had no choice but to detonate the explosives of the artillery guards. Those Chaos Traitors were buried inside, but our Ninth Company, Third Platoon was all in there too..."
"The D4 section walls are cracking! They’re ramming with a Demon Engine!"
"The alloy gate is in crisis! The siege Demons have reached the top! What are the artillerymen doing?!"
There were troubles everywhere, everywhere needed more people for support.
But somehow, Zhao Zian was out of people.
Below the walls, the Sun Legion traitors set up heavy woodcutter guns, starting to sweep behind the battlements. Dense armor-piercing bullets splattered sparks off the alloy walls. The defending soldiers could only huddle behind cover, without a chance to peek out. Meanwhile, the rear artillery camp operating the defensive firepower on the walls and regimental heavy firepower was busy supporting other areas, unable to attend here.
Zhao Zian took a deep breath and could only go himself. He picked up his blast bomb gun, aiming repeatedly at a small leader of traitor soldiers setting up a rapid-fire cannon below, the blasts punching holes into the man’s tattered armor.
Having barely eliminated him, Zhao Zian turned to see the enemy already climbing the walls under cover!
"In my master’s name!" A young guard soldier shouted, swinging the chainsaw sword fiercely, chopping off the arm wielding an axe from a Terror Demon Berserker climbing up the walls amidst a rain of bullets. But the next second, an enemy leaped from another direction, putting a blast bolt gun to his helmet and pulling the trigger, scattering white skull fragments and red-white mess onto the charred alloy wall.
Zhao Zian turned his gun and blasted the enemy’s head to pieces.
Then he kept firing downwards until his blast bomb ammunition was spent.
He retreated to cover, took a long deep breath, and opened the communication line to headquarters again.
After finally getting through, he almost screamed with all his strength: "’Anvil’ is in crisis! Repeat, the core defense zone of the third castle gate in the ’Anvil’ defense line is enduring an attack with over twenty times our forces including Interstellar Warrior support! We’ve lost more than half the artillery positions! Personnel casualties have reached fifty percent! Reinforcements needed! Repeat, we need reinforcements urgently! Otherwise, the defense line will collapse!"
After a brief crackle of static, a tired yet calm voice came through, it was the command liaison officer: "Commander Zhao, received. Multiple core nodes of the palace are under intense attack, ’Diamond Wall Rim’, ’Sighing Corridor’, and ’The Emperor’s Crown’ outer ring are also in fierce battles. Multiple Nagor Plague Engines are infiltrating. The division cannot draw any complete reserve units. The commander orders: Hold at all costs! Buy time for reinforcements to arrive! Your sacrifice will be remembered by The Emperor!"
A cold despair mixed with burning anger surged into Zhao Zian’s throat.
No reinforcements, only "hold" and "sacrifice."
"The Emperor’s protection!" he growled, cutting off the useless communications and instead connecting to the internal channel of the entire regiment.
His gaze swept over the remains piling up under the city wall, repeatedly covered by new frenzied bodies. His voice became unusually calm, yet carried a heavy power.
"The command center has been clear, no reinforcements will arrive. The gate beneath our feet is the first and most solid barrier to the inner circle. The enemy wants to step over this and boast of their profane deeds to the Imperial Guard!"
"They are mistaken!" He suddenly raised his volume, almost shaking the noise-cancellation system inside his feedback-type power armor helmet, "They face the walls of the Emperor’s palace! They face the guards of the Terra Imperial Palace! Tell these idiotic fools with their blood that anyone coveting the palace—shall die! Even if we all perish here, we must make these Terror Demons’ scum understand that taking each of our lives will cost them ten, a hundredfold! Let’s shed the last drop of blood for the Emperor, right now! Anvil! Unbreakable!"
The remaining guards erupted into a thunderous roar, despair turning into a force ready for death: "Unbreakable! For the Emperor!"
Even though they were almost into a desperate situation, their morale remained high.
As palace guards, under the direct command of the Imperial Guard’s mortal troops, they had received almost the best training and equipment, with a particularly high prevalence of feedback-type power armor. They also had plenty of various weapons, making them absolutely first-class troops in the Star Realm Army.
Moreover, they possessed the courage to face death in a dire situation.
The outside heavy weaponry was precisely targeted and cleared by the guard’s artillerymen, and the guards still held the city walls under great casualties.
Even though, the enemy had already rushed up.
A group of the strongest Terror Berserkers, clad in thick armor stained with blood and flesh, climbed up the wall, enduring the storm of bullets pouring from above. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Close combat had begun.
The chain-saw sword roared, the power axe swung and chopped, and the blast bomb gun roared and spewed at extremely close range. Each weapon clash sparked glaring sparks and fragments.
Blood splattered on the icy alloy ground, trampled into filthy black mud by countless military boots.
The guards, with a determination to die, even if an arm or a leg was cut off, would use their teeth, with the grenade in the other hand, to pounce and roll over the wall with the enemy together.
Their will was so resilient, yet the breach opened in the wall defense was an undeniable fact.
More enemies surged up.
Those Chaos enemies, having expended so many lives, finally saw the dawn of victory, and naturally, they wouldn’t easily let go.
But Zhao Zian was not there.
He was on a more crucial battlefield.
Zhao Zian personally led his guard unit, descending the wall to the inner alloy gate, which was creaking under an assault.
The battering ram driven by the Demon Engine made the huge bolt emit a piercing metallic groan with each strike, the thick door already filled with terrifying dents, searing hot air seeping through the gaps.
The alloy gate, repeatedly melted and pierced, finally collapsed inward with a deafening metallic tearing sound after the last horrific strike, raising a cloud of dust as Zhao Zian and his guard squad charged up like lumps of iron thrown into a furnace without hesitation.
The sound of blast bombs firing at close range was as dense as a rainstorm. The chain-saw sword confronted thicker, rune-etched desecration axes, each clash bursting with blinding flashes and metal fragments. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Zhao Zian’s combat skill was superb, he successively killed three Terror Chaos cultists, but his feedback-type power armor was covered with frightening dents and gaps, one shoulder armor even cleaved off by a passing great axe.
He saw a young soldier hit heavily by a Terror cultist, his chest cleaved open by a chainsaw axe, viscera instantly shredded and sprayed; he saw another veteran detonate all the thermite bombs strapped to his body, transforming into a dazzling small sun at the most crowded enemy spot, instantly clearing a large area ahead, but it was immediately filled again by more frenzied enemies from the back.
The remaining guards surrounded their commander, forming a desperate yet resolute circle.
Every second, someone fell. Every sword swing could be the end.
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Another Chapter will be supplemented later today.
