Chapter 16

" Sir, Multiple report's from the frontlines of a different enemy. We are taking heavy casualties and in need of resupply. " A trooper said as he came into the command room.

He looked like a standard trooper like any other you would find in this regiment. He stood at attention awaiting further instructions after felivering his message.

" Where is Alpha 09 Company. I need their status. " What seemed to be the commander said aggressively to one of his other subordinates.

His clothing was starkly different as his coat was opened and he had a sword mounted unto his waist. His helmet was that of an officer hat and there were few decorations on his shirt.

His Gasmask worn was one without a tube, signifying a higher ranked trooper. Around him was his personal squad and staff helping to navigate and organize the battlefield.

Since the war started, they had managed to breach into the city and advanced very quickly into it. High command wanted it to be faster but they faced heavy resistance within the city.

Time was of the essence as this was believed to Harbour the main force and command of the traitors along with their heretical and abhorred experiments.

The other Regiments had already completed their part in the encirclement of the city and were also in it. It would have been preferred to soften them up first before sending in their troops but even they could not afford to wait now.

Word had been received that significant traitors forces were converging on their position in the thousands. There was no information on receiving any reinforcements or even any word from the guard sent here before them.

Now reports have been streaming in of sightings and engagements with what they have deemed to be the experiments. Orders where shortly issued to kill any and all on sight.

" Sir, we've lost contact with that Company. Our last info we received on them was that they may have found a path to the enemies heart." A trooper responded to him.

" Here at sector 3-2a was where they last reported their position. " He continued as he pointed at the Hologram map in front of them.

" How's our forces doing at Sector 3-1." He asked as he looked unto the map.

" We placed several platoons there and one right....here Sir" Someone answered.

" We believe that here was a useful chokepoint where we could stop large amounts of heretics from pouring in and attacking our troops from the back." He continued as the commander in charge lessened carefully.

" No reports have come in stating that enemy troops coming from that direction was seen. It's been 3 days now and we believe this was their main route to delivering troops to our back. " he finished.

" Any reports from the platoon stationed there. " he asked calmly.

" No, Sir. There has been none. "

" Have we reinforced that position now that we have confirmed our assumption. "

" No, Sir. Permission to do so effectively immediately. "

" Permission granted. "

" May I suggest we pull whatever remains of the platoon there back to base for resupply and reorganization. " A suggestion came from one of the officers.

" Understood and Acknowledged, once that fresh platoon has reached there. Order them to tell the remains of the platoon stationed to return to base. " he ordered.

" Right away Sir. " a reply came.

Quickly more urgent matters were brought up as more reports came into the command deck.

" Status on Operation Heavy. " the commander asked as he looked through the map.

" Sir, Operation Heavy is going as planned. Resistance were met but were quickly dealt with. " the response came.

" Order our artillery to focus fire on here and here. Get me an up to date report on this subsectors and keep trying to establish contact with Alpha 09 Company. " the commander said issuing out more orders.

A message was sent through the lines as a platoon was called forward headed by a watchmaster. They were given as task and sent on their way.

At Sector 4-15, a defensive line was organized by the Troopers of the Death Korps of Krieg. Sandbags and some random boxes were used to strengthen the line.

They were the first to encounter the abomination and had already sent word to command about it. With each day, the attacks seemed to be worsening as more and more of them came per waves.

Resupply was much need and they had received word of it coming soon. Snipers had been set up to pick apart those deemed necessary or simply to support.

The day was bright as the burning sun blessed the carcasses with it's radiant light. One denied from them by the skies of the nights, yet even the living shall have no rest as a scout picked up and movements before signaling the rest of them to be prepared for an assault.

And they were never wrong in that decision as soon mass waves of abominations came.

Sharp blades grown and replaced as their limbs, sharp teeths and a figure that would make one weep in pain for them.

They were met with silent faces and the screams of red Las beams streaming across the air. Many weaved and dodged in an attempt to get of the path of these beams.

Few were successful and those that were still got killed. In a few seconds, explosions began going off as the creatures stepped on mines. Killing and injuring dozens if not more.

No man moved out of line as the xeno were met with the welcome they deserved. It was just afterall, another day in the Death Korps of Krieg. It was to be expected that soon the orders to advance inwards would come soon and whilst there will be losses.

In the end, the war will be won. The traitors dead as they scavenge resources from their dead. Organize and load them upon the transports before heading off to receive extra reinforcements and their new assignment.

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Again, after only about 3 hours of rest. They were attacked again, they hadn't even finished moving the bodies. They had no ammunition for their weapons and certainly not the numbers for melee combat.

Yet here they were making a valiant last stand, one of the favored form of honor even if they as the Death Korp deny it. Holding a position to the last man even if not killing the enemy then certainly delaying them long enough for others to react.

Many of them had equipped their bayonets in the beginning but some broke leading to them picking up some weapon from the falling.

The grinding sound of an activated chainsaw clashing against flesh as it brutely forced itself unto its target. A cultists knelt as he screamed in pain, his weapon dropped as his hands reach out to the weapon causing him pain.

His comrade, if you could call him that. Rushed towards his way wielding a rusted short knife. Screaming at the top of his lungs like a mad dog.

He was shortly met with the sharp edge of a broad weapon to the neck. A gurgling sound escaped his mouth as the chainsaw cooled down. They were both dead and the killing, a faceless soldier simply looked for but a brief second.

Then rushed back into the fray of madness, another one like him had his hands cut off, it was still dangling around his elbow. A scream escaped his mouth as the pain assaulted his head.

A cultists rushed to finish him off but the soldier in questioned seemingly unaffected by the Grevious wound on his body, knelt and boosted himself with his right leg.

Just as he came face to face with the cultists, he ducked using the buy of his weapon to knock the heretic to the ground. Quickly the heretics fell with expected force as the trooper using his own weight to push him down, then he pressed his weapon upon the neck of the cultist.

The man in return gnarled and spat, screaming and gasping for air as he scratched and punched the silence mask that seemed so...normal.

With ease after a short few second, an audible Crack resonated from the cultists neck as all thoughts of living and fighting back was suddenly nowhere to be found.

Just then a stray Las beam briefly clashed with the head of the troopers, the heat melting flesh as it burned it's way into his skull. A while capable of fitting four human fingers could be seen on his head.

The mask got loose as it revealed the face of the trooper, a female.....a dead one. She fell effortlessly upon the ground fist shut tight to her weapon like she was still alive.

The Death Korp pride themselves in their numbers, today the heretics quite literally buries this platoon with their bodies. Perhaps tomorrow, the Korps shall cover the ground with theirs.