Even though he had been promoted to 'Company Commander', whether or not they could retreat was not up to Emrys.
But at least, it could shut up the supervising officer!
Emrys led the remaining squad to retreat about two hundred meters to the rear, to the entrance where the streets converged.
He appeared to be nervously observing the terrain, but with the help of his bio-armor, the entire street's topography, along with the identification of both friend and foe, was displayed on his retina.
In a common sense… he was cheating!
In strategy games, the importance of the map is self-evident, and in real war, being able to have a 'transparent full map cheat'—its value goes without saying, right?
It was precisely by relying on the 'full map cheat' that Emrys barely managed to fend off several waves of attacks, and then he urgently deployed a battle plan, just as before.
"Help me contact Commissar Grey!"
Emrys turned and shouted at the communications soldier.
Soon, the communication array was activated, and Commissar Grey's image appeared. He looked at Emrys and grinned: "Good, I truly didn't misjudge you. You actually detected the cult's movements and actively contracted the defense line before being surrounded!"
Clearly, Commissar Grey was well aware of what was happening at the front line and did not think this decision was wrong.
Emrys glanced at the supervising officer, a silent disdain.
The supervising officer's face turned purple, but he was so choked up he couldn't speak. The Commissar himself had spoken; who was he to argue?
"Speak… what are your demands?"
Commissar Grey saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Given your command ability, I will try my best to satisfy you."
"If I said… I know, Tech-Priest Galahad, would you let me go back?" Emrys asked tentatively.
"No."
Commissar Grey said with a smile: "However, for the sake of Tech-Priest Galahad, you can make any demands you have to me."
The current battle situation completely lacked manpower to command those conscripted civilians. Now that they had finally caught a young man with command ability, how could they let him go back?
As for whether he would be retaliated against afterward?
He wasn't worried about this at all. If they couldn't eliminate the cult, everyone would die anyway, so who would care about so much then?
"Alright…"
Emrys hadn't held much hope to begin with. Rubbing his temples, he said in a deep voice: "I need armor! I need heavy firepower! I need at least intact weapons, and communication equipment for liaison!"
After the brutal fighting just now, the several hundred men in this company were mostly running low on ammunition, and without heavy firepower, it would be difficult to suppress the cult's mass charges!
Even with a transparent map cheat, it couldn't hold up against sheer numbers!
It was only at this moment that Emrys deeply understood that heroism, nobility, and fearlessness—all those virtues people praised—could not compare to the overwhelming firepower that could drown everything like a tide!
Firepower! Firepower! Firepower!
Emrys' mind was filled with these two words. His pyrophobia from his previous life was almost etched into his bones!
If he had, for Khorne's sake, a single Baneblade tank, would these cultist scum be so arrogant?
"This request is very reasonable."
Commissar Grey looked at him deeply, then turned and said: "Did you hear that? His company will be equipped according to the Imperial Guard's standard issue and reorganized as the temporary 177th Regiment, Emrys' Company."
…
The fierce defensive battle continued!
But very quickly, under the heavy firepower output of the 177th Regiment, Emrys' Company, the cult's human wave charge tactics became less effective at this street convergence point.
This was partly due to Emrys' command, but more significantly, it was because the civilians, having undergone a baptism of blood, were completely reborn; they no longer feared, no longer trembled!
The massive firepower output directly suppressed the cult!
"Shoot them hard, for Khorne's sake!"
Emrys, as if possessed by a War God, embraced a heavy twin-linked bolter, unleashing tons of bolter rounds at the cult fanatics, raining down densely on the enemy positions!
In an instant, large swaths of blood mist exploded!
The scorching bolter torrent swept through, and any cult fanatic hit was torn into flying limbs and minced meat, bursting into clouds of blood mist!
Suddenly!
The surrounding air inexplicably became heart-pounding and oppressive!
In an instant, Emrys sensed something was wrong. That chilling, surging malice, like raging waves, made him react instinctively, directly leaping out of the building.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
A violent fiery explosion directly flattened the entire building!
Shit… it's psychic power!
Emrys, who was thrown out by the explosion, had this thought flash through his mind, and then his whole body was slammed hard against a ruined wall by the shockwave.
If it weren't for the bio-armor, the explosion just now would probably have been enough to severely injure him.
Shaking his head vigorously, trying to keep himself conscious, Emrys saw a terrifying sight!
He saw a figure suddenly push its way out of the dense crowd of cultists, clad in thick, blood-red armor, covered in blasphemous, twisted runes, wearing a helmet that obscured its face, like a 'monster' wreathed in blood-light!
Every step it took was like a heavy tank.
The surrounding ground vibrated violently with each step, and it advanced rapidly, with a very clear target, closing in on him!
What the Khorne is that thing?!
Amidst his shock, Emrys gripped his heavy bolter and fiercely pulled the trigger, aiming at the 'monster' charging towards him!
Boom!
In an instant, a dense volley of bolter rounds ripped through the air like a tsunami!
However, a terrifying scene unfolded before him: the 'monster' clad in blood-red, spiky armor was surprisingly agile and flexible. The moment he pulled the trigger, it sidestepped the bullets.
"So fast!"
Emrys' pupils contracted slightly, and he hastily retreated: "Concentrate fire, aim at this monster, shoot!"
From the ruins of the civilian houses on both sides, a crossfire immediately erupted, unleashing a massive amount of ammunition at the blasphemous, twisted creature clad in blood-red armor!
Boom, boom, boom… countless bullets slammed into the 'monster'.
But they were all blocked by the blood-red armor. Bolter rounds hitting it didn't even leave a mark; they were simply deflected, and tons of ammunition completely failed to stop its advance!
In a flash, the monster was upon him.
Then, it pulled out a blood-red axe from somewhere, imbued with a terrifying bloody stench and the shrill screams of countless vengeful spirits, and directly cleaved towards Emrys!
Fast!
The axe blade almost became a shadow!
But just at the brink of life and death, the Void Shield from the rose knot Winnie had given him was activated!
Boom!
The monster's powerful, heavy blow was blocked by the Void Shield!
Emrys was drenched in cold sweat. If it weren't for the Void Shield, he probably would have been split in half just now, even with the bio-armor on.
Suddenly.
From within that blood-red armor, filled with blasphemous symbols and covered in twisted spikes, came a voice that Emrys found extremely familiar, yet also chilled him to the bone!
"Mer…lin… sir.…"