Chapter 629: The Homeland of the Broken Soul (Part 2)
In this galaxy, some things are just so unreasonable and inconsistent with people’s established thinking.
Although the human side sent their most powerful ground forces, although their armored vehicles were equipped with radars and sensors, and although the warships and defense stations in orbit had monitoring systems accurate to meters, the Greenskins still succeeded. The ground raided them.
Hartman remembers clearly that the Ministry of Military Affairs has always claimed that the technological level of the Greenskins is several levels lower than that of the Empire.
But now it seems that although those beasts prefer blades, they also have guns and armor.
At the same time, looking at it from another dimension, this war has shown from the beginning that the Greenskins have something else, something that the Empire does not have at all -
"Concealed! Concealed!"
< br>Hartman, who was trying hard to keep everyone alive, kept pushing the dazed recruits into trenches or craters, but he himself was knocked to the ground by a shock wave in the next second.
In a daze, his mouth was full of blood and there was sand in his nose, but he still held himself up.
Then he saw a soldier lying curled up next to him, his burnt body smoking, and a disgusting smell of meat wafted from that place.
Hartmann was almost crazy with fright. He had never seen such a scene before!
In a series of bright explosions, he saw many corpses scattered around him, and the sand beneath them melted.
Happy rushed out of a flash of light. He was shouting something at Hartman. Hartman could see the other person's mouth moving, but couldn't hear anything.
Seeing that the sound could not be conveyed, Happy rushed forward and pulled Hartman up.
Finally, his hearing gradually recovered, but all sounds were intermittent.
"...go...over there...let's...the greenskins...fuck!"
"What? What did you say?"
"...many...greenskins...that...fuck...run away !”
Suddenly, just when everyone was stunned by the explosion, the hail of flames stopped.
Hartman blinked and looked at the mess around him. In the sudden silence, he heard many sounds: the crackle of the fire, the roar of the officers and the screams of the injured, but All this was discontinuous to his half-deaf ears.
"Fuck you!"
Happy suddenly shouted, his voice was frighteningly clear, Hartman turned his head and looked at the terrible scene——
The green skin rushed over .
The endless green-skinned infantry emerged from the gradually falling night, pouring out from the shadows and sweeping toward the land of fire.
They have protruding fangs, knuckled muscles, and various rough armors reflecting the firelight. They are also wielding axes and large blades in their hands, and some guys are holding weird-looking guns in their hands.
Behind some particularly huge individual, a flag floating in the air like a kite is supported on a metal pole. There is a weird alien god pattern painted on it, which vaguely looks like a smiling face. There are also many fresh and dyed flags hanging around it. Bloody human skull.
Anything in their hands will become a primitive, brutal, but shockingly effective weapon.
Even their voices.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With chilling howls, the greenskins rushed across the bridge, even Wading through the water.
The first soldiers who encountered the enemy were harvested like corn by the wielding swords and axes. Their arms and heads flew into the air, their arterial blood spurted out, and their broken bodies fell to the ground.
"Brothers! Hold on! Hold on -"
"Ahhhh! My legs! Give me a lift, brother!"
"Let's hurry up Run!”
“Go to the parking lot!”
"Grenade! Hurry!"
Faced with such a fierce offensive, the human side was in chaos. Some were fighting, some were fleeing, and some were in a daze.
Hartman heard several guns being fired, but it was hardly resistance.
Until then, their leader finally came forward. The man was holding a pistol and holding his command sword high.
"Wake up! Wake up!" the commander of the 114th Infantry Regiment shouted with irrefutable courage:
"Put them down! Pick up your guns! Don't let them charge! For the Empire! For the God-Emperor!!"
But the greenskins have already rushed over.
Wherever they went, the ground was covered with the corpses and remains of human soldiers. There was a fine mist of blood floating in the warm air, and you could taste it by sticking out your tongue.
Hartmann's hearing completely recovered, and his ears were filled with the hissing of the massacre, the sound of weapons slashing, and the screams of soldiers.
He began stumbling backwards, firing his gun as he ran.
Suddenly, a green-skinned man rushed towards him, his bloody mouth full of yellowed sharp teeth.
Hartman shot the opponent in the face. He was very lucky and hit the eye directly. The monster covered his face and ran away.
Before Hartman could take a breath, a sharp ax swung at him, and Hartman ducked sideways.
He rolled and crawled to a safe distance, then knelt down on one knee, leveled his rifle, and aimed at the two charging enemies, but all the bullets he fired were empty.
After the leader appeared, the humans organized a slight resistance. Laser bullets streaked brightly in the air, and the greenskins began to fall down one by one, with their whole bodies on fire or their bodies being blown apart.
"Headquarters! Headquarters! This is the 114th Infantry Regiment!"
Even at the front line, the correspondents could be heard shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Logistics Warehouse No. 39! We need assistance! A large number of enemy troops have appeared!"
But there was no response from the communication end, only disturbing white noise.
"Asking for support! We are being massacred! We are being massacred!"
Hartman had just slipped to the next trench when a soldier next to him suddenly fell down. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be Happy— -The poor guy was split in half from the waist, and blood spurted out in all directions.
“Ah————”
Hartman was frightened half to death. He screamed and turned around, but he saw a green beast turning a blood-stained rusty blade in preparation. Next attack.
He immediately instinctively raised the gun in his hand and tried to parry the enemy's weapon.
The next second, the blade's edge passed through the root of his thumb, cutting off all his fingers and the upper half of his palm, and knocked his gun away.
The knife was so swift that Hartman did not feel any pain at first. He staggered back and watched a small stream of blood pour out of his destroyed hand.
Afterwards, he felt the sharp pain in his heart.
“Hmph, ahhhhh!!!”
Then the machete swung back again, leaving a shining trail in the air.
But it didn't fall.
Another rifle blocked it, the blades met, the slashed knife was bounced away, a dark figure flashed, blasted the beast's head with a precise shot, and then the bayonet was directed at A lump in the throat.
Hartman raised his head and found that it was the bearded veteran. His face was covered with sweat, and his hands holding the gun were shaking slightly.
Then the veteran looked down at Hartman.
“Be brave, we have to leave now!”
Then the veteran threw over a roll of bandages.
"Bandage your hands first."
But even a few warriors occasionally can't prevent the total collapse of the battlefield. More importantly, in the fire and smoke, Hartman saw To some galloping figures.
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(End of this chapter)