Chapter 65: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Xenos

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Brevis, spanning between the Ice Plains and the habitable plains, is a majestic barrier known as the Frost Ban Wall.

Five hundred standard years ago, to resist that unknown xenos invasion that nearly destroyed Brevis.

The then Planetary Governor poured the power of the entire world into it, mobilizing incalculable resources.

Built this giant defensive fortification stretching thousands of kilometers.

The wall foundation plunged hundreds of meters into the frozen soil, the main body composed of reinforced concrete, alloy skeleton, and solid ice.

The average wall height exceeded one hundred meters, the top width sufficient for two Leman Russ tanks to travel abreast.

The bullet holes covering the wall surface tell of long years.

It was designed as an insurmountable defensive line, a forbidden wall completely isolating the deathly Ice Plains from human territory.

Five hundred years later today, this ancient giant wall once again blocks new, more ferocious enemies for the remnant human world behind it.

Outside the wall is the boundless, snow-covered Ice Plains.

The wild wind howls endlessly, whipping up ice and snow across the sky, visibility often dropping below one hundred meters.

The temperature long remains below minus fifty degrees; for unprotected ordinary humans, a few minutes are enough to be fatal.

But at this moment, a green tide surges across the Ice Plains.

Ork Beastmen, the most tenacious and warlike race in the Galaxy.

They drill out from the foul-smelling fungus caves deep in the Ice Plains.

Like an endless, clamorous, roaring green ocean.

Echoing with the battle cry "Waaaagh!".

The First Line of Defense of the Frost Ban Wall is the Calixis Sector's 031st Star Realm Legion, the Brunt Longblades.

And also the only reinforcement to have arrived at Brevis so far.

This is a troop from Molwen Planet, covered in ice and snow year-round.

Molwen people are naturally adapted to cold environments, skilled at fighting under harsh conditions of low temperature, oxygen deprivation, and complex terrain.

One month ago, the Brunt Longblades arrived at Brevis at full strength of fifty thousand, ordered to rush to aid.

Now, after consecutive weeks of brutal attrition warfare, their numbers are down to just over twenty thousand.

Ammunition reserves are also critical, but supplies from Brevis itself are pitifully few.

Military support obtained is equally scarce, except for a few Planetary Defense Force troops.

Only limited intelligence and guerrilla support provided by some Mutant Tribes on the Ice Plains.

On the Wall Head, inside a reinforced observation post.

Commissar Marcus put down the binoculars in his hand.

He is a standard Molwen person, gray beard and hair congealed with white frost, blue eyes as calm as a lake on an iceberg.

Only those who know him know that beneath this calm is steel-like will and endless loyalty to the Emperor.

From the communicator came the urgent alarm from the forward observation post: "The Green Skin main force is gathering at C7 and C8 Sections!

Too many, it should be a large Warband, with a large number of vehicles!"

Marcus wasted no words, picking up the communicator.

"All units, prepare for battle." The command was concise and clear.

On the Wall Head, the Brunt Longblades in heavy blue uniforms moved quickly into action.

Gunners turned the cranes, aiming the wall defense cannons' cannon mouths at the green dots moving on the distant snowfield.

Warriors poured firepower at the enemy on the wall, their breath condensing into frost in the air.

Outside the wall, the Green Skin clamor drew ever closer.

Grots shoved and fought each other, Tech Boss Grots banging on vehicles cobbled together from scrap iron, emitting piercing noise.

Several enormous Squiggoths were driven to the front lines, carrying exaggerated rocket launchers or multi-barreled cannons on their backs.

Behind them no supply lines could be seen; all Green Skins had only one duty: to charge!

Suddenly, a series of explosions sounded beneath the Frost Ban Wall.

At the Frost Ban Wall C8 Section near the base, the thick wall bulged outward violently, deforming.

Accompanied by a deafening roar and flying gravel and ice shards, a huge breach over twenty meters in diameter appeared on this forbidden wall.

"Damn it! They've brought specially made Explosive Squigs right under the wall!"

Experienced veterans immediately understood.

The moment the breach appeared, the Green Skin battle cry reached its peak.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

Scrap Tanks led the charge toward the breach!

These vehicles cobbled together from metal scrap actually charged up a nearly vertical cliff.

Closely following them were countless Green Skin Grots.

They howled, brandishing machetes and crude firearms.

They were savage and cruel, with only the desire for battle burning in their eyes.

Under the escort of the Grots, a tall figure appeared at the breach.

It stood nearly half again taller than other Green Skins, clad in Heavy Armor, its right hand wielding a massive Power Chopper.

Its left hand was a huge Black Cannon.

Green Skin warlord, Brugga, War Boss of this theater's Green Skins.

"Open fire! Hold them!" Officers' roars rang out along the Defensive Line.

Heavy Cannons roared, blasting the charging Green Skin Grots and Scrap Tanks into Fragments.

Light beams and shells fell like dense rain, sweeping down swathes of Green Skins.

Buried Bombs detonated, sending up blossoms of blood in the Green Skin Tide.

The first wave of Green Skin charges lost its momentum.

But there were too many of them, and they knew not what Fear was.

Worse still, as more and more Green Skins surged from the breach, the Front Line was constantly stretched.

The Brunt Longblades' firepower began to run thin.

Ammunition was being consumed rapidly.

Commissar Marcus stood calmly observing the Battle Situation.

He knew that once the Green Skins fully deployed and burst out of the breach area, the Defensive Line would likely collapse.

As the Defensive Line teetered on the brink, the Green Skins' Waaagh cries grew louder.

He knew the time had come.

Someone had to plug the line, buying Output space for other Troops.

Commissar Marcus's voice, clear through the howling wind and explosions, reached every warrior at the very front of the breach.

"Soldiers, look at these green beasts before you!

Their very existence is the filthiest Blasphemy against the human Emperor!

They trample the Empire's Worlds and slaughter the Emperor's people!"

His voice rose, full of strength and conviction:

"But the Emperor watches us, at this very moment, upon this Ice Plains!

Our courage, our sacrifice, our every charge—these are our most Loyal response to Him!"

He drew his poorly maintained Power Sword; blue Decomposition Force Field arcs danced on the Sword Blade, illuminating his resolute face and azure eyes.

"For the Emperor, charge!!!"

He raised his Power Sword, Sword Tip pointing straight at the advancing War Boss Brugga ahead.

No sooner had he spoken than Commissar Marcus leapt from cover first, charging into that green tide.

"For the Emperor!!!" A thunderous roar erupted from the breach Defensive Line.

The Brunt Longblades firing from behind cover fixed their Bayonets and gripped their Engineer Shovels.

Following that blue figure, they launched a desperate charge!

A tragic and stirring scene.

Human Soldiers in blue uniforms, like moths flying into flame,

rushed heedlessly into the Green Skin horde vastly outnumbering them.

Green Skin Grots were larger and stronger.

Their crude weapons could easily tear Human Soldiers apart.

But the Brunt Longblades showed astonishing willpower.

Massive casualties did not stir the slightest urge to Retreat in them.

Their charge won precious Output space for other fire positions.

The Green Skin Army was pinned down within the breach.

Commissar Marcus was like the tip of a Longblade, advancing all the way forward.

Every swing of his Power Sword brought blue Electric Arcs and splattering Green Skin flesh.

He broke through the Grots' blockade, drawing ever closer to War Boss Brugga.

Brugga noticed this little speck daring to charge at him.

It roared, aiming its huge left Cannon Mouth at Marcus.

Terrifying flames spewed from the Cannon Mouth, instantly devouring Commissar Marcus, who had no time to dodge!