The battle report from the front line mentioned that the genestealers were being so incessantly harassed by their rear that they had to divert some forces to try and eliminate this disgusting 'dagger' at their backs!
However, the infected still followed their old routine, hiding in houses and ruins, and utilizing pre-dug underground pipes.
Emrys saw through their plan at a glance; it was nothing more than an attempt to use this almost archaic method to approach, then suddenly emerge from the ground, disrupting the entire legion's formation.
He laughed, 'Want to play urban warfare?!'
It must be said, the Commander of the infected had a bit of a brain, but... not much!
At this moment, Emrys' general command center received a communication from Charles of the First Auxiliary Army on the front line.
'Lord, the enemy is gathering in large numbers, attempting to use ruins and houses as cover to break through our first line of defense. May I ask... should we cease artillery fire and let the Auxiliary Army's marine division engage?' Charles shouted loudly, because only then could he be heard over the booming artillery fire all around him!
However, Emrys in the command center, after hearing what Charles said, showed a smile on his face: 'Charles, you are still very young, and in some respects, still too conservative.'
On the other side of the phone, Charles was a bit confused.
Weren't they discussing tactics? How did it get to him being too young?
'Lord, I don't quite understand what you mean.' Charles cautiously asked after a moment of hesitation: 'Are you perhaps worried about the combat will of the First Auxiliary Army? I can assure you, we are no longer the U.S. army of the old era, but a new army under the illumination of the Holy Terra Council!'
This point is open for discussion.
Emrys wasn't doubting whether the First Auxiliary Army had the same willpower as the Astra Militarum; rather, he simply had no intention of engaging them.
'Do you know, Charles?'
He tapped his knuckles on the table and said lightly: 'Bravery, nobility, wisdom, determination are all virtues worth praising on the battlefield, and they are also the lofty ideals we must pursue, but...'
After a slight pause of half a second, he slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly travel space and landing on the intense battlefield at the front, and said slowly and powerfully: 'All these beautiful qualities cannot compare to the firepower that can, like a tide, overwhelm everything!'
Charles was slightly stunned, his originally impatient heart suddenly calmed down, and he understood Emrys' meaning: 'I understand what you mean, Lord.'
'Don't rush, Charles.'
Emrys said indifferently: 'I know you are very eager to prove the strength of this legion through real war, but now... all you have to do is wait.'
The corners of his lips curled slightly upwards, a hint of disdain in his eyes, forming a cold arc: 'Until I give the order, do not stop... Keep bombing until there isn't a single building visible within sight, understand?!'
Urban warfare?
That requires alleys to begin with!
Once, a general Emrys greatly admired, when facing an enemy attempting urban warfare, chose to flatten all the 'alleys'!
He would rather use hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions of shells to smash and bomb, than to sacrifice a single soldier for nothing!
Charles, having received the order, showed no particular expression. After only half a second of thought, he re-dialed the communication: 'Connect me to the Artillery Armored Division, the rocket Division... Order: dense barrage coverage in the range of eight hundred to fifteen hundred meters ahead!'
'What?'
Charles frowned slightly, grabbing the microphone and roaring: 'How many rounds of coverage? Are your ears blocked? The order is... dense barrage coverage, do not stop until I give the order, fire all the shells in your pants!'
In the rearmost artillery and rocket battalions, after being inexplicably scolded by their superiors, a surge of suppressed anger immediately welled up in their hearts.
Damn it, if you're angry, take it out on someone else!
After viciously hanging up the phone, the two division Commanders, without a word, turned to stare at their soldiers: 'Blast for me! Don't stop for a single moment! If anyone dares to stop, I'll shove my leather shoe up your ass!'
Soon, thousands of rocket launchers and tens of thousands of cannons began to roar at this moment!
Perhaps the power of the 3K era could not reverse the situation of the entire Imperium of Man, but concentrating the power of three Worlds to crush a local war was simply too easy!
The baptism from the 3K era had arrived!
Once, there was a saying that a bullet fired from a three-year-old's gun is just as deadly as a bullet fired from a soldier's gun.
Emrys believed it could be slightly modified.
The shells of the 3K era, compared to the shells of the 40K era, might have a slightly lesser effect when fired, but that doesn't prevent... them from being equally deadly!
If facing entities like the Astra Militarum or Space Marines, perhaps the effect of artillery bombardment wouldn't be as good, as they have even more formidable defenses!
But, facing this group of infected, whose armament at most consisted of autoguns and lasguns, and who were otherwise virtually naked, the shells of the 3K era... were even more potent!
The reason? They were cheap!
Shells?
That stuff is truly worthless!
Moreover, Emrys now had the backing of an entire world. After the Holy Terra Council integrated the power of all human nations, this enormous industrial monster, once it began to roar, would unleash astonishing power!
Soon, those infected witnessed the crushing force of modern industry!
At this moment, the infected hiding in houses, ruins, and tunnels suddenly heard a whooshing sound, as if an organ was playing!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh...!!!
In an instant, countless rocket launchers, trailing flames like a torrent, descended in a dense, sky-obscuring mass, as if they were free!
Listen, that's the sound of Katyusha!
The next moment, an area hundreds of miles in diameter, almost the entire mid-hive, was engulfed in flames. The earth-shattering roar, accompanied by layers of airwaves, formed an Impact that shot into the sky!
Initially, the infected didn't care.
It's just artillery bombardment, isn't it? These scum who betrayed the Emperor only have this much capability!
But gradually, the infected realized something was wrong. Those who paid attention to the time showed some confusion: 'How long have they... been bombing?'
'I, I don't know.'
An infected, clutching his head and cowering in a narrow crevice, stole a glance and immediately froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.
'Hey, what did you see?'
The infected next to him asked impatiently.
Who knew, the infected who had stolen a glance turned his head, his face full of despair: 'We're going to meet the God-Emperor.'
'Huh?'
Before he could finish speaking, this entire area, all the ruins and houses serving as cover, were utterly shattered in the violent explosions!
Five minutes, ten minutes... They had expected the artillery bombardment to end quickly, but even after half an hour, an hour, two hours, the Commander of the infected showed despair on his face.
He was furious, cursing loudly: 'Who the hell taught these bastards to fight like this?!'
Are shells free?!
You've been bombing for almost three hours, when the hell are you going to stop?!
As if hearing his cries, the continuous artillery bombardment finally ceased.
At this moment, the infected nearly cried out, eagerly scrambling out of their cover, roaring, wanting to prove to those timid, cowardly enemies who were truly the 'God-Emperor's' loyal warriors!
But quickly, the next second.
The infected who had just emerged immediately regretted it, wishing they had more... oh, they already had four legs, wishing they could run faster!
The first round of artillery bombardment had ended.
But, the hell awaiting them had only just begun!
Dense swarms of warplanes dropped huge bombs from the sky, including napalm, white phosphorus incendiaries, thermobaric bombs, and more.
Weapons that had been completely banned due to their overly horrific lethality now rained down like raindrops!
When used against genestealers, Emrys had not the slightest moral qualm.
If they dared, they could complain to the United Nations!