Chapter 645: Probing Charge

22nd Corps, Military Camp No. 2.

When Xiao Shengfeng arrived at the camp canteen to prepare for breakfast, he saw Fang Mingdan, commander of the Reserve Army 2nd Regiment, devouring food at a table.

"Yo, Old Fang."

After Xiao Shengfeng quickly grabbed some breakfast, he sat down opposite Fang Mingdan and said to him with a smile.

"Regiment Commander Xiao, it just so happens I have something to discuss with you; let's talk while we eat."

Upon hearing that Fang Mingdan had something to discuss, Xiao Shengfeng immediately became interested. He took a bite of a flatbread and spoke.

"Old Fang, what is it? Is there a new task directive from the Military District?"

Fang Mingdan nodded, swallowed the food in his mouth, and took a sip of hot soup.

"Yeah, something like that. The Military District wants our advance force to push toward the location of the Demon Territory."

Hearing Fang Mingdan's words, Xiao Shengfeng's eyes widened, and he said to Fang Mingdan.

"Just our unit? Going into the Demon Territory?"

"That's right. This is the news from the Military District, and five Astartes will be coming to us, but the Military District has not committed a large amount of troops to the Demon Territory side."

Hearing Fang Mingdan's words, Xiao Shengfeng's chewing slowed down, and he then said to Fang Mingdan.

"You're kidding, right? The strength of the Demon Alien Race is no worse than the Beast Race; is the Military District not sending reinforcements?"

"The Military District's current push against the Zerg is about to reach the Third Defense Zone controlled by the Zerg. The focus hasn't shifted yet, but there should be adjustments later."

"I hope so."

After the two walked out of the camp canteen, Fang Mingdan checked the time and said to Xiao Shengfeng.

"In about 45 minutes, the Military District's Transport Aircraft should arrive. Let's go, let's go welcome the Astartes."

"Alright."

86th Legion Advance Force.

Randall looked at the massive Alien Brood Mother in the distance, piercing the clouds amidst the thick fog; even he could only see its vast silhouette in the mist.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Alien Brood Mother is the largest alien nest we've seen on this trip, right?"

Fenongqiu, standing to the side, looked at the silhouette in the thick fog and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Randall, what is today's advance task?"

At this moment, Kasimier walked over carrying his Chainaxe and said to Randall.

"Today, the directive from Lord Horus is for us to hold our position for now and wait for the Military District to send a strike team."

Hearing Randall say this, Fenongqiu asked directly.

"A strike team?"

"Then what about us?"

Kasimier, standing to the side, also patted Fenongqiu's shoulder and chimed in.

"Exactly, do we still need a strike team?"

Randall looked at the two of them and chuckled.

"Heh, you'll know why I said that when the time comes."

Meanwhile, Fang Xianmo was pacing back and forth in his command tent, sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Why did the Military District only send a strike team to our legion? Are we weaker than the other legions?"

A Cadian Captain to the side put an energy bar into his mouth, savored the sweet taste, and said to Fang Xianmo.

"Don't worry, it's possible the Emperor has an important task for us. Don't think about everything in a negative way; just stay firm in your Loyalty to the Emperor."

After hearing the Cadian Captain's words, Fang Xianmo plopped down into his chair, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for the Transport Aircraft from the Military District.

Just then, a communications soldier rushed into Fang Xianmo's tent, saluted, and said.

"Deputy Regiment Commander! There is movement from the Zerg; they seem to be launching a probing attack against us."

"The Zerg are attacking at a time like this? Tell all units to pay attention and prepare for battle! Damn it! Attacking at a time like this!"

Upon hearing this news, Fang Xianmo slapped his desk, stood up, and ordered the communications soldier.

"Yes!"

On the front line, seeing the dark green fog drawing closer and closer, Randall could even hear sharp hissing sounds coming from within the mist.

The lenses of his MK2 Helmet glowed red, and Randall said to his other brothers over the comms channel.

"Wait until they get close to fire, let the artillery reach its maximum effectiveness!"

"Understood!"

He knelt on one knee behind a Steel barricade, the joints of his Power Armor emitting the characteristic hum of hydraulic pumps.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the artillery battery in the rear began firing into the dark green fog, Randall discovered that although the number of aliens attacking this time was large, they were all just small fry.

"Three o'clock direction, Scythe Alien swarm!"

Fenongqiu growled in the comms channel, his Bolter firing first; the dark red trajectory tore through the Gray Mist, illuminating hundreds of Scythe Aliens waving their chitinous scythes.

These two-meter-tall crustacean creatures were blown into green slurry in the hail of bullets, but more of their kind were surging forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

Kasimier activated the Chainaxe in his hand, using the rotating teeth to shred the shells of the Scythe Aliens that rushed into his face, splashing acid blood three meters high.

"Die for me!"

Kasimier roared as he cleaved the head of a Scythe Alien, viscous brains splattering onto his chest plate.

"For the Emperor! For the Lord of Red Sand! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Kasimier roared as he leaped from behind the barricade, his Chainaxe swinging horizontally, directly peeling off the skull caps of three Scythe Aliens, yellow-green brains drawing viscous arcs in the air.

Zzzzt!!!

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of the Chainaxe teeth shredding the Zerg shells, Kasimier took the opportunity to kick the two-hundred-kilogram alien away, knocking over five of its kind behind it.

"Hahaha! Witness the Emperor's wrath!"

Fenongqiu laughed loudly as he used his ceramite war-boot to crush the twitching insect limb beneath his feet, producing a crisp snapping sound.

"Watch yourself! Don't get carried away!"

Randall's warning was accompanied by the firing of his Bolter.

A single bolt round struck and detonated a bloated acid-bug thirty meters away; its swollen body burst like a balloon, spraying corrosive bodily fluids everywhere.

Randall delivered a heavy punch, hammering an attacking scythe-bug directly into the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the surface.

He then seized the scythe-like forelimb of another bug, the Power Armor's Servo System emitting an overloaded shriek as he forcibly ripped the 1.5-meter-long limb out by the root.

"Gap on the left!"

Kasimier suddenly roared.

The Chainaxe cleaved through a scythe-bug attempting a flanking maneuver in mid-air, the splashing acid blood sizzling against his Power Armor.

Fenongqiu provided a tacitly coordinated volley of Bolter fire, the twelve-round barrage pinning the stragglers to the scorched earth.

By the time the last scythe-bug exploded into minced meat under Randall's Power Fist, a three-meter-high hill of insect corpses had piled up in front of the defensive line.

"They are retreating; I don't understand what the purpose of the Alien doing this is."

Kasimier shook the liquid off his Chainaxe and said to the other brothers over the communication channel.

After Randall replaced the magazine of his Bolter, he said in a deep voice.

"No matter what these Aliens want to do, only death awaits them!"