Chapter 161 Sebastian Yarrick
“The God-Emperor is above, the God-Emperor is above...”
Looking at these Space Marines rushing towards the battlefield without sacrificing their lives, Sergeant Major Sliding back into the crater, trying to calm down and breathe.
He could still feel the compelling eyes accusing him of his cowardice. He could feel the disgust and accusation in the eyes, but he could only accept it.
He was indeed a coward, unworthy of wearing the glorious uniform of the Astra Militarum, and gave the Astartes the first impression with his huddled image - panicked, crying, like a coward escaping death.
But he's not dead yet, he wants to show the Space Marines what the true Astra Militarum looks like.
Miller stood up, jumped out of the crater, and rushed forward following the footsteps of the Space Marines, his rifle swinging left and right beside him with the inertia of the sprint.
Then, he squeezed out all the air in his lungs and shouted:
"For the Emperor!"
Ok Techmaster, who had been watching the battlefield, faced an The boss's bodyguard nodded, and the other party immediately ran towards the war leader tremblingly.
The big guy was looking casually at the orbital drop capsule falling like a meteorite above.
The bodyguard stood in front of the boss, trembling at the possibility of being beaten.
After a while, something caught the boss's attention and saved him.
Glut and Boy walked around to the edge of the battlefield. The boss could see that they had bypassed the human defense line and headed towards relatively safe areas further away.
The boss panted angrily for a moment, walked forward to the bodyguard who was leaning on the edge of the truck, and patted his back firmly, making the big guy relax and spit.
Then, the Warboss stood up straight and let out a war cry that echoed across the battlefield:
"Waaaaaaaaagh!"
Hundreds of Orks stumbling around trying to escape from the Space Marines turned to look he.
For a moment, they hesitated for the terrifying Emperor's Angel behind them and the angry war chief in front of them.
But only for a while.
Seeing this, the bodyguard quietly turned around and walked away from the war truck, hoping that his boss would no longer be interested in him.
But after just two steps, the war leader jumped up from the side of the truck and stepped on him.
Under the terrible weight, the bodyguard was crushed to the ground.
“Hmph! Ahhh!”
Riding on his bodyguard, the war leader punched the unlucky guy on the head who fell helplessly on the ground until he knew I achieved my goal.
The boys who were escaping saw the boss's anger and turned around to attack again.
During the fiercest part of the battle on the front line, the young Zhengyi ducked backwards to avoid an oncoming axe, and then counterattacked at close range with a picked-up shotgun.
The giant ax struck the ground, and the green skin roared in frustration.
Then Zheng Yu pulled the trigger, and the bullets slammed into the green skin's protruding belly, drilling numerous bullet holes, and the beast immediately ran away with its belly covered.
He sighed softly, rested on the barrel of the gun for a while, then raised the gun and fired fiercely at the other greenskin.
There were constant shouts all around him. He could hear the officers shouting to organize the soldiers to resist the attacks of waves of greenskins, and he could also hear the screams of the soldiers who fell under the attacks of these inhuman creatures. .
The shock wave of the explosion filled the air, and the ground shook under the impact of mortars, grenades and rockets.
"Zheng Yu!"
A voice shouted. At this time, Zheng Yu had just used his gun to brutally punch through the chests of several onrushing farts. Those little things fell to the ground in frustration. The ground screamed.
After hearing the sound, he looked back, but he was not sure who was calling him. Suddenly, a bullet flew past the black big-brimmed hat on Zheng Yu's head. Then he turned his head and saw the bullet hit the face of a green-skinned creature behind him - the creature's chest was already covered with gunshot wounds, but it still held the ax high. In the air, get ready to slash at Zheng Yu.
The explosive bomb embedded itself in the beast's skull, instantly tearing the thick bone into pieces.
Before Zheng Yu could react, a tall silver-gray armored warrior rushed to his side, pouring
gun bullets at the madly rampaging Ork, and continued to move forward steadily.
This powerful stranger is not alone. A group of similar warriors stands in the center of the defense line, more than half a body taller than the soldiers around him.
After only a short while, the greenskins attached to the defense line began to collapse, and the violent attack turned into a chaotic retreat.
The Space Marines extend their gains, stepping out from behind the lines and turning defense into counterattack.
As a result, the green skins became more and more chaotic. The attacking boys suddenly stopped suddenly. Those behind them had no time to react and directly hit their backs. The big guy wielding a machete had already turned around and swayed into the middle of the battlefield. Amidst the smoke screen, the screaming Grots threw themselves for any cover they could find, trying to escape the deadly barrage of Space Marines.
This is the first time in the past few days that the imperial troops have taken control of the situation.
The Space Marines strode to the forefront of the counterattack, harvesting the hastily retreating greenskins with their chainswords and regular volleys of bolts.
The retreat quickly turned into a rout, with the greenskins abandoning their positions and scattering.
Zheng Yu looked at the fleeing greenskins in shock, but then he was relieved, turned around and bowed deeply to the space warrior who saved his life.
"I am Sebastian Yarrick, and I welcome you very much, my lord."
The space warrior without the helmet lowered his head slightly, looking at this curiously A young political figure who seems to be in his early twenties.
"I am Soshyan Alexey, Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, reporting on your situation."
The political leader named Yarick was stunned for a moment, and then replied excitedly with respect:
“We suffered huge battle losses, but the soldiers fought bravely for glory and finally held the line of defense... Mostly yes."
As he said this, he straightened his back in an attempt to gain more respect in front of the giant space marine.
Soshyan looked around at the ruins around him. The ground was dotted with various craters and corpses - everyone died facing the enemy, but there were still a small number of people with their backs to the battle line. Shot in the back.
However, within the scope of his vision, he could not see a greenskin rushing into the defense line.
Soshyan nodded slowly and turned to face Yaric.
"You have held your ground against the enemies of the Emperor and done your job well, young man."
When Yarrick realized what he was looking at, Then he nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
“What is the condition of the wounded?”
“The condition is not good, we don’t have many transport ships, and the few transport ships we have were basically destroyed in the early stages of the greenskin attack
, injured soldiers could only receive simple treatment, and many died of excessive blood loss and wound infection. "
Yarrick explained, his tone slightly lowered.
"Then you will get more transport ships. "
Soshyan answered simply, turning to face Armin who was holding the battle group's flag.
"Contact the Starfire and ask them to deploy the Valkyrie to evacuate the wounded, and at the same time-"< br>
With that said, he turned to face Alek with a suggestive smile.
“We will send more ground troops.”
According to official records, Yarrick served in the Ferron system when he was young, and he also learned the greenskin language in this war zone.
(End of this chapter)