Chapter 15 The launch of signal flares
When Alan Bayer recalls today, he will have a profound memory of the unpleasant smell emitted by those large pistols. Fighting orcs on the top of a sentry tower no more than a hundred meters away was the most exciting experience in his military career and the most unforgettable. , the most painful.
When the beam was almost gone and there was only one battery left, Alan Bair looked at the messy battlefield in the distance below. The greenskins were getting closer and closer, and he sighed.
This won't work, but...
said the lieutenant suddenly. "Sergeant, let's push the bunkers forward. I'll hold them back while you activate the flares."
"Even if we all die, we must let the command headquarters know the situation at the outpost..."
Her tone was heavy and her expression was serious, which somehow made Alan Bair agree to this crazy idea and engage in close combat with the greenskins.
shouted the lieutenant. "1, 2, 3! Move!"
The two men pushed the materials hard, and the metal rubbed against the ground to create a core. The sizzling sound and the roar of the orc bombs continued. The projectiles hit the bevel corners, and the fragments removed scratched Alan Bair's shoulder armor. .
"Ahhh!"
He shouted to give himself more courage, the Emperor bless them. They slammed into the orc bunker, and then raised their guns. Alan Bair and the lieutenant fired at the same time. The hot beam smashed the chest and cheek of an orc, At this distance, even a laser gun can accurately hit the orc's vitals and kill him!
After a moment, the crimson eyes of those chirping special operations boys stared at them. There was no doubt that the green-skinned blood rage was coming. They were so hungry that they forgot any battle plan or any reason, and attacked with machetes. Come.
Alan Bair soon discovered that only two orcs were like this, and there was also a one-eyed guy who was missing. Has he always been so elusive?
But the time to think is precious. When the bayonet on the laser gun and the boy's machete touched each other, sparks burst out, and a fierce close combat began, but the lieutenant just pushed away Alan Beyer, who had just met the enemy.
"Go and drive!"
She holds a laser gun in her right hand and a sapper shovel in her left hand. She looks like a Valkyrie, entangled with two greenskins, refusing their invitations to the underworld again and again.
Alan Bayer immediately walked to the side of the flare. It was a huge gun barrel. The lever was inside the glass cover to prevent accidental contact. Alan Bayer smashed the glass with the butt of his gun and stretched out his hand to pull the lever of the launcher. After a moment Finally, a sharp-edged dagger, too beautiful to look like an orc weapon, was placed across his neck.
Dead, no doubt, dead. When the blade sank into his flesh and blood, the cold and hot feelings came together, he was going to die...
He stepped back violently, only to find that the orc was extremely powerful and held his body tightly.
"Pfft" and "puff" two sounds of the blade sinking into flesh and blood appeared...
"Ah!" This was the last half-character he could spit out, but a moment later, the one-eyed orc was violently knocked away by the lieutenant, and the blade deviated from his breastplate, causing a burst of terrifying sparks.
He found that he had no wounds, so what was going on with the sound?
Alan Bayer didn't have time to think, he just pulled the lever immediately. After a roar, the red signal flare that seemed to touch the atmosphere cut through the sky net composed of ferns and transmitted the signal to the command center.
Alan Bair leaned on the launch pad and gasped, took out his laser gun and fired back at the greenskins. At this moment, the wounded team led by John walked up to the top of the building.
Those greenskins also left the blood rage and calmly used their disgusting grappling hooks and smoke bombs to escape from the battlefield with mobility.
Looking at the red star-like signal flare in the sky, Alan Bayer said happily.
"We are going on a date, miss..."
"Miss?"
"Lieutenant?"
There was no answer, only the great body lying on the ground. What happened to that powerful man?
Alan Bayer discovered for the first time that the strong woman was lying on the ground silently. Her eyes were closed and she looked surprisingly beautiful. Her brown hair was dyed red with blood and scattered on the ground. Her neck and chest were like orcs. The wounds created and the blood flowing out were draped on the ground like long hair, seamlessly integrated with the hair.
She was already a "Sleeping Beauty". When Alan Beyer quickly realized this, he frantically used bandages, tonics, stimulants or other things in his medical bag to sprinkle, inject, and keep on her body. They were doing artificial respiration and chest compressions.
But what responded to him was not a soft hug, but the smell of blood in his mouth and the gradually dissipating temperature.
"Lieutenant...Lieutenant...What's your name..." Alan Beyer asked herself as she fumbled for her dog tag and looked at the name on it. It was a very beautiful name, very feminine.
Arya…
But the battlefield was still going on, and he didn't have time. He didn't have time to care too much. Alan Beyer rubbed his cheeks, blood and tears mixed together, so that he didn't look like he was crying.
"Come, Mr. John, hold on for Lady Arya's sacrifice..."
John didn't know how to answer, he just shouted at the top of his lungs. "Yes!"
Several beam rifles were resupplied and joined the battle. Most of the comrades in the trenches were already lying down. Some were familiar, some were unfamiliar, some were familiar, some were unfamiliar.
The captain's forehead was somehow wrapped with a bandage, and the scarlet blood was moistened. He saw that only Alan Bair came down and contacted the previous gunshots at the top.
"For the Emperor!" As if he realized something, he started to shoot out in anger. The laser gun that had been firing for an unknown period of time actually seemed to be responding to him, spitting out the beam in a swishing swish.
It took 20-30 rounds of energy to fire 55 times before stopping again, which is impressive.
Alan Bair is not far behind, now he can pry open an orc's head with every shot.
After the war lasted for who knows how long, the orcs got closer and closer, there were too many of them, and the minefields were almost explored by those disgusting farts.
When the orcs began to fight in close combat, Alan Bair could not wait to rush out of the trenches and try to take a few of them to see the God-Emperor.
He is eager to try and gear up because he is tired, angry, and pathetic.
When he was about to take the first step, the captain suddenly stopped him and stepped out of the trench himself, leaving behind a sentence. "You're right, you're young."
Such things kept happening in the trenches. The veterans stopped the recruits and took out their bayonets to engage the orcs in hand-to-hand combat. Alan Bayer suddenly realized that the first row, the second row, and the third row were arranged according to the order of veterans-recruits. of.
Do they feel like this is their duty?
The new recruits watched the hand-to-hand combat between the greenskins and the greenskins. It was almost overwhelmingly one-sided by the greenskins, in terms of numbers, physical strength, and experience...but the veterans used a few people to contain many orcs.
Alan Bair shouted immediately. "Shoot, shoot those green-skinned supports! Don't be dazed!"
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