Dmitri ran behind the chimera armored vehicle, using its thick armor to shield himself from the alien attacks.
Although even the chimera's armor could hardly fully withstand the Necrons' Gauss rays, it was at least far better than Dmitri and his team taking the hits with their bare bodies.
At the very least, with the chimera providing cover, Dmitri and his teammates could unleash their fury and hatred upon those abhorrent metal aliens with more precise shooting.
The battle on the field was intense; despite suffering heavy losses from the space battleship's orbital bombardment, these aliens still stood on the First Regiment's charge path as if they had no soul or morale, blocking the First Regiment's advance with their metallic bodies.
Green Gauss rays and red Lasgun beams constantly streaked through the space between the two sides, weaving a dense web of fire.
Anyone or any vehicle daring to cross this fiery net would be destroyed instantly; even the Imperial Knights' powerful knight armor could not withstand such concentrated firepower.
Dmitri and his squad stayed close behind a chimera armored vehicle, using its cover to deliver their self-devised Lasgun volley.
Four Lasguns concentrated their fire, precisely hitting the Necrons' metal heads. The energy contained within the Lasgun beams then erupted, not only melting the metal head but also blowing it apart.
Although jokingly referred to as flashlights, in reality, a single Lasgun shot from the standard Imperial weapon was enough to char a large portion of a person's body.
This was the most reliable weapon for humanity to defend their homes in this hellish galaxy.
The Astra Militarum's heavy hammer was their artillery, but the most trustworthy weapon was always the loyal Lasgun in their hands.
Perhaps Astartes were powerful enough to single-handedly slaughter hundreds of Astra Militarum on a defensive line, and the Emperor's Custodians, even more powerful than Astartes, could easily slaughter Astartes; compared to them, the Astra Militarum were merely cannon fodder on the battlefield.
But throughout the Imperium of Man's ten-thousand-year history, what has consistently protected this precarious human nation, allowing it to stand tall in the galaxy for ten millennia, has always been one mortal after another and the Lasguns in their hands, jokingly called flashlights.
Their rhythmic Lasgun volleys even had a sense of déjà vu, like a Lance Battery array firing on a space battleship.
Dmitri knocked down a Necron with his rifle butt. He didn't know the specific name of this alien, but he knew how to kill it completely.
He pointed the Lasgun's muzzle at the alien's head, pulled the trigger repeatedly to 'cut' the metal head off its body, and then fired several more shots into the metal alien's chest cavity. After ensuring that the equipment and structures inside its chest were melted into a blob, the metal alien was considered dealt with.
The reason for doing this was to ensure that it could be truly and completely killed.
Dmitri had seen too many times how his teammates or other members of the Defense Force thought they had knocked down these aliens, only for these metal skeletons to flicker with green electrical sparks and rise from the ground when they were feeling smug, then turn those careless fools into a pile of grey-green ash.
And sometimes, Dmitri also noticed that once these abominable aliens were damaged to a certain extent, they would disappear in a flash of green light.
This situation was said to be a teleportation, making these abhorrent aliens incredibly difficult to eliminate.
But if their heads were blown off and their chest cavities shattered, they would still die completely and not escape.
Therefore, to completely deal with these aliens, Dmitri's squad developed the Lasgun volley: one shot to the head, two to the chest, then a follow-up shot up close, or throwing a grenade into the opponent's chest cavity, ensuring that every alien they encountered was killed.
From the results, although this procedure was a bit cumbersome, it could indeed effectively send these aliens to their demise one by one.
It was just that Dmitri and his team's Lasgun batteries and grenades were consumed somewhat quickly.
This was also why they had no choice but to stick close to the chimera armored vehicle. When they boarded, each person took a large bag of supplies, including extra Lasgun batteries and additional grenades.
These were the supplies of fallen comrades. Although their squad now only had four people left, due to certain logistical delays, they still received supplies for ten people.
Dmitri had his team move all the supplies onto this chimera, using it to carry more provisions.
Doing so, of course, was not in line with tactical doctrine, but it must be said that it was very effective. At least Dmitri and his teammates didn't have to calculate the remaining power of their Lasgun batteries when shooting, nor did they need to conserve grenade usage.
However, squads capable of doing this were always a minority. Most Defense Force soldiers still followed tactical doctrine, carrying their supplies on their backs and fighting the enemy with limited ammunition and explosives.
Fortunately, this battle was almost over. Dmitri and his team were now assaulting the enemy's last defensive line.
And this line was being subjected to a three-pronged attack from the front, rear, and flanks.
When the First Regiment launched its charge, another returning Defense Force unit was attacking the alien's flank, and the Rostov city defenders also launched a counter-charge after seeing the reinforcements' attack.
Coupled with the orbital bombardment from space, the Imperium of Man used its most adept three-pronged attack to make these former galactic overlords, who had just awakened from their tombs, understand how humanity had stood unyielding in this hellish galaxy for ten thousand years.
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"The war is over." Alex held his binoculars, looking at the distant battlefield, the light of the battleship's orbital bombardment illuminating his face.
"That was so damn exciting! And this was just orbital bombardment with Lance Battery at low power, considering ground casualties. I wonder what a truly spectacular scene an orbital bombardment with Macro cannon would be!" Gutierrez also stood beside Alex, watching the conclusion of this war.
Ultimately, this planet still needed to be inhabited, so it was impossible to truly let the three battleships above bomb indiscriminately. So, while it was called orbital bombardment, it was more of a pinpoint fire support.
But even so, the ground where the Necrons had been previously was completely scorched into a vitrified wasteland.
"If a cruiser's Macro cannon were to truly bombard the ground, it would cause continental shelf tremors," Alex replied to him, then asked, "How many points did you get from clearing the Necrons this time?"
"2000 experience points and 4000 points. I now have Level 3 clearance. You should be about the same, right?" Gutierrez answered Alex.
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