Chapter 94

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

This was the second month since Leo Saint Galus arrived at the Frost Ban Wall.

The wind of the Ice Plains was forever cold and piercing, snowflakes constantly striking the ceramic steel armor.

Leo stood at the edge of the watchtower, both hands gripping the cold alloy railing; two months had passed.

He remembered the day he left Saint Galus Castle: the old thing sat on the throne, liquid constantly flowing through the life-support pipes.

They had a huge argument, and finally he kicked open the welded-shut gate, taking several hundred noble children who voluntarily followed him and five million private soldiers, leaving the Main Hive without looking back.

Back then he still wore a neatly pressed Noble Uniform, his whole person bright and dashing.

Now, the Power Armor he wore was covered in oil stains and blood, with a deep scratch on his left Shoulder Armor.

That was left three days ago by a Beastman Big Boss with a Power Claw.

But there was light in his eyes; he now knew why he fought, and was willing to give everything for it.

"Sir." The Deputy Officer's voice came from behind, carrying fatigue.

"The repair work in C8 Qu is complete, but the engineers say its load-bearing capacity is less than one third of the original."

Leo did not turn around: "Understood."

He looked toward the East, where the Brente Long Blade Corps' Camp was located, camouflage-blue tents neatly arranged.

On the eve of Lin En's arrival at Brevis, Leo brought five million reinforcements to the Forbidden Wall.

This force was complex in composition, with equipment and discipline passable, but lacking actual combat experience.

Truly qualified combat power was less than one tenth.

When they arrived, Brant Longblade had just experienced a pyrrhic victory.

The newly appointed Commissar Marcus died in battle, soldiers reduced to ten thousand, ammunition reserves depleted.

Leo's reinforcements quickly changed the course of the battle.

The first two weeks went quite well; the Beastmen's attacks were scattered, as if probing.

Leo learned command under the guidance of Hammond Walker, the new Commissar of the Brente Long Blade Army Corps.

The attacking Green Skins were even fewer than humans; victory was simpler than Leo imagined.

The soldiers began calling him "Grand Marshal Sangarus," not because of his PDF general's rank.

But because he truly slept in the trenches with the soldiers, ate the same Dan Fen Guan Tou, and was always at the very front during charges.

For a few days, Leo even felt they could sound the horn of counterattack and drive the Green Skins back into the Ice Plains Deep.

But all this changed twenty days ago.

It was a night thick as ink; the sentry on the watchtower first noticed the abnormality.

A strange green meteor shower fell over the northern Sky.

Then violent vibrations came from the Ice Plains Deep, continuous and unceasing, snow on the Forbidden Wall sliding down rustle by rustle.

The vibrations lasted a full six hours; during this time, communication suffered strong interference, and Spirit Energy Users reported "Warp Background Noise sharply increased."

At dawn, the first batch of observation reports arrived at the command post.

Leo would never forget how he felt seeing the data; he felt he was looking at a fake report.

The number of Beastmen increased by at least fifty times overnight!

In the footage captured by reconnaissance aircraft, the Ice Plains were densely packed with Green Skins, so many they trampled each other, so many they turned the snowfield into a green carpet.

Bright red Evil Sun Clan battle flags and blue Death Skull Clan battle flags appeared in large numbers over the Ice Plains.

But what troubled them most were the yellow flags representing the Weizhen Clan.

Among them, the "Gutbag Boyz" could brew large quantities of Stew Pot, effectively increasing the Beastmen's combat power.

The following battles went directly from simple mode to Hell mode.

The Beastmen were no longer small-scale harassment, but true wave-like attacks.

They charged the Forbidden Wall day and night, piling up corpses to form slopes, attempting to blast open gaps with suicide vehicles.

Leo's United Army soon exposed all problems: insufficient heavy firepower, shortage of vehicles, weak soldier combat will.

Most fatal was the defect in the command system: five million troops, from over two hundred Noble Clans, each clan with its own agenda.

Leo's orders had to be passed through layer after layer; by the time they reached the front-line regiments, they might be unrecognizable.

But the Beastmen had no such problem; they had only one command: Waaagh!!!

Until a week ago, the Brevis Vanguard Army First Legion arrived.

Three million soldiers, bringing the ammunition and supplies Leo urgently needed, but no Heavy Cannons, no Tank clusters, no Air Force support.

For speed, they made a light-equipped forced march.

But the First Legion's arrival helped the Forbidden Wall army stabilize the line, though only barely.

The Vanguard Soldiers' quality was not superior to Leo's United Army, but the efficiency of the grassroots officers was terrifyingly high!

And their will was firm, cold and ruthless; under their leadership, the Vanguard Army's combat power far exceeded Leo's Noble United Army.

"Sir." The Deputy Officer's voice carried urgency, interrupting Leo's thoughts.

"The Green Skins in C8 Qu are coming again."

Leo turned around, fastening his Helmet: "Scale?"

"Very large."

Lei Ou had just opened the data slate handed over by his deputy officer when he stopped.

On the screen, the map outside the Forbidden Wall was almost completely covered by dense red dots.

"Emperor..." Lei Ou muttered softly.

After turning off the screen, he walked into the elevator.

The metal elevator slid along the track, emitting a piercing screech of friction.

After the elevator doors opened, the Wall Interior Passage was packed with soldiers.

Lei Ou pushed through the crowd, and the soldiers automatically made way for him.

They looked at him, their eyes filled with expectation, and despair they could not hide.

"Move aside! All of you, move aside!" a rough voice rang out.

Hammond Walker walked over from the opposite side, his Brente Long Blade Corps blue-gray uniform stained with filth.

A new scar had been added to his face, running diagonally from his forehead to his chin, the stitches lying on his skin like a centipede.

"Did you see?" Hammond walked up to Lei Ou and patted his shoulder armor with his right hand.

"This time, they're for real."

"When aren't they?" Lei Ou forced a smile.

They walked up to the walltop; the wind was stronger, and Lei Ou walked to the edge of the battlement, leaning forward to look outside the wall.

The vanguard of the Green Wave had already entered visual range.

No neat formations, only a chaotic and clamorous red tide.

Beastman motorcycles, tens of thousands of them, painted in glaring red, their bodies welded full of spikes and inexplicable iron scraps.

Two to three Green Skins sat on each vehicle, waving machetes and scrap pistols.

They were the Grot of the Evil Sun Clan who pursued speed and passion.

The motorcycles these Tech Boss Grots made at random were extremely unstable, but the Grots didn't care.

As long as they were fast and loud enough, they could happily ride these motorcycles and launch a waaaagh charge.

Before they even entered range, more than one third had already been lost.

Because their driving had no discipline at all, some charged in straight lines, while others actually spun in place burning rubber, finally crashing into each other and exploding into fireballs.

But for every one lost, more motorcycles emerged from behind, as if the number of Green Skins was endless.

"Hold steady." Lei Ou's voice rang out over the public frequency.

"All regiments, hear this order: without my command, no one is allowed to open fire."

"Repeat: no one is allowed to open fire."

But the fearless appearance of the Beastmen had already been engraved in the soldiers' minds, and panic began to spread.

Lei Ou switched frequencies and heard his United Army communications filled with static:

"How many of them are there?!"

"I don't have enough bullets!"

"I don't want to die..."

The experienced Hammond seemed to realize something and immediately ordered:

"Deserters who flee in battle shall be executed without exception!"

Hammond's voice spread throughout C8 Qu via the amplifier: "All regimental officers, enforce battlefield discipline, now!"

Afterwards, sporadic bomb gunfire rang out on the Forbidden Wall.

In this battle, humanity's first casualties came at the hands of their own people.

Facing deserters, the Empire's method of disposal had always been only one.

Summary execution!