>>5350561“I’m down to three battalions, and I’ll be down more soon, I can see light transport already dropping off light vehicles. I’m also down most vehicles, the bastards targeted them first.”
“Understood, hold tight, we’re four mikes out.”
You unceremoniously cut the connection. Now, all you can do it wait and see. Even from this distance, your sensors are picking up the noise of combat and soon enough, you get a visual.
A supply depot had been set up here for the antigrav railway, a critical junction for large scale swift transfer. No wonder it got nuked. The remainder of the structures had been almost entirely wiped out. Collapsed and quite literally blown apart structures dot the landscape, torn to shreds and blown to bit pieces of AA and AM turrets have been turned to molten slag. <span class="mu-b">Still, the underground structures themselves should still survive, well, what is left of them.</span> You think to yourself as the noise of screaming shells fired by light self-propelled artillery pieces keep bombarding the positions. Destroyed wrecks, still smouldering and burning inform you of the ferocious struggle that had went on before you arrived.
Vinn’s men are putting up quite the ferocious fight and the endless storm masks your approach, giving you a few precious moments.
Activating your comms again, you begin relaying orders. “Linegar, take your squadron and hit those exposed artillery pieces, then proceed onwards to the encirclement and hit them from the South. Carolus, take your squadron East and hit them where it hurts. Savin, you have the west, I want no one escaping this pincer and letting the enemy know out numbers.”
“Understood, sir.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Roger that, sir.”
One after another positive responses come through. With your double strength squadron, you yourself will move on full throttle and simply smash yourself against the enemy, throwing them into a panic and allowing the other squadrons to carry out their assignments.
“Lord-Colonel, we’re in range.” Your gunner calls out.
You use one of the outside cameras to zoom in, seeing the freshly deployed APCs marked with the silver eagle of house Talon’s slowly moving forward, opening a literal torrent of railgun fire smashing against the hunkering infantry. Whilst the elite drop troopers making their way onwards. Their reinforced power armour is far more advanced and powerful than one commonly used with the army or the navy, specially designed to ensure that the man inside isn’t turned to mush from the impact of the drop and that he has everything he needs to go through hell safely, but even then, these men especially picked for aggression and initiative still suffer casualty rates as high as 60% on an average drop.
