Chapter 675 Super Psykers
Thousands of the Greenskins had already been killed before reaching the 9th Infantry Regiment’s position, slain by a network of deadly firepower woven from slopes and angles, but There is still an absolute numerical advantage.
Right now, they are approaching the forward position.
"Go! Everyone! Soon I will see that there is no blood on the axe, and labor and management will fuck its corpse!!"
The green-skinned leader Vargo led the commando to rush to the ninth level. The regiment's defensive position, a laser penetrated his armor-covered shoulder, burning through one of his arms, but it did not shake him at all.
He turned around quickly and fired two shots at the shrimp just as his men arrived.
The huge double-barreled pistol spit out flames and directly blew the soldier's upper body to pieces.
In the eyes of Vargo, any shrimp is just an ant. They can only hide in the house because they are too cowardly. Thinking of these, anger, bloodlust, greed, rage...all kinds of emotions passed through the green leader. Body.
After rushing to the position, he wielded his battle ax and slashed left and right, knocking down the bodies of the surrounding soldiers.
Maybe the shrimps will use all their skills to fight to the end, but they are light infantry, wearing light military uniforms, and their physical fitness and recovery power are far from comparable to the green and powerful Orks.
No matter how many boys are sacrificed, victory is still victory. The ruthless punishment of these weak shrimps is the meaning of the battle.
Victory belongs to them!
"Hold on! Don't mess up!"
Hartmann is still standing at the front line commanding. Just twenty meters in front of him, a soldier has inserted his bayonet into the first Greenskins rushing towards the trenches.
The second soldier inserted the bayonet into the green-skinned thigh, and then used the bayonet to slit the throat covered under the helmet armor, and then Hartman moved towards the face of the twitching beast. One more shot.
Now, the battle situation has become intense, with close combat and hand-to-hand combat everywhere. Humans and beasts are fighting in the trenches, and there are screams and roars one after another.
The line between man and beast becomes blurred here.
Glass, the recruit who once escaped death with him, was shot in the head by a bullet after killing three grts and a greenskin.
Hartman looked at Rags, and he thought to himself that he hoped he could retrieve the opponent's dog tags some time.
However, there are more and more enemy troops on the battlefield, and time and space are becoming more and more urgent.
Such is the heat of battle, the white-hot battlefield burning with the flames of hatred that many soldiers talk about, but few experience.
Hartman punched through the chest of a grunt two meters away, and then stabbed the command knife into the lower jaw of a greenskin who was about to chop him down.
Suddenly, he felt a stream of heat flowing down his back, so he turned around, only to see a huge creature rushing towards him like an angry hill.
This is the largest greenskin currently on the battlefield, and it is obviously going to be a one-on-one duel between commanders.
“Fuck!”
The creature that rushed towards him was a huge man, with its bulging muscles almost like a rock. Even the statues in the square looked insignificant next to the monster.
Compared with humans, it is more like a giant ape. From the front, the neck is almost invisible, only the huge head, and under the exaggerated brow bone, there is a pair of small, round red eyes.
The lively green skins are always full of hatred, and their whole body reveals an instinctive cunning, which may make up for their lack of intelligence.
Although he is large, he is agile and has an advantage that is incompatible with his appearance. Every action is focused on saving energy and ensuring accuracy.
The thing that scares Hartman the most is undoubtedly the huge power contained and emitted by those bulky muscles, and can be concentrated on one point - if he is hit, it means death.
"Sir!"
The messenger Eli climbed out of the trench, holding a laser gun in his hand, as if he wanted to fight alongside Hartman. But Hartman kicked him back into the trench.
"Don't cause trouble! Hide!"
Hartmann's thumb pulled the switch of the command sword. As a regiment-level officer, he also deserved the assignment A chain sword arrived.
Having been an ordinary person all his life, he had no choice but to imagine that one day he would wield a chainsword.
Then he checked the laser pistol again to confirm the condition of the ammunition inside - he immediately felt more at ease with the weapon in hand.
Bang bang bang————!
Suddenly, several giant blasts made Hartman shrink his neck. There was no doubt that the green skin was close enough for the crude weapons in his hands to fire, but fortunately, it turned out that most of the green skins were Pi didn't have the brains to aim and shoot, and the bullet exploded a few meters away from Hartman.
Even so, the sound of the explosion made it very excited, and its speed accelerated, and it soon climbed up the slope where Hartman was.
Under the firelight, the melee weapon it held in its other hand shone brightly. Those short-handled giant axes were more like kitchen utensils than should appear on the battlefield.
"I hope you're ready to go to hell."
Hartmann immediately fired with his pistol, and the laser hit the monster's torso, penetrating the weak spot in its armor, and in its Burning bullet holes were left in the dense flesh.
But the wound that usually brought down a person only barely slowed down its speed, and its high fighting spirit did not weaken at all, as if the bullet only succeeded in irritating it.
“Waaaaagh!”
It screams a war cry fueled by pain and rage that is unforgettable for anyone who encounters it - nothing is more terrifying than hundreds of greenskins roaring in unison.
“Fuck you!”
Hartman deflected a terrifying giant ax slash with his chainsword, then hit him with the laser pistol in his other hand. The owner with the huge ax fired four or five rounds on his exposed abdomen.
But this only made him stagger a few times, and then he opened his surprisingly large mouth, shouted a bone-shaking war cry, and pressed towards Hartman.
For a moment, Hartman's eyes were filled with sharp fangs and a throat that looked like it could swallow him whole
, at this critical moment, a thunderbolt passed by and struck directly on the green skin, making it freeze in place.
Almost without thinking, Hartman raised his pistol with his left hand and fired a burst of bursts, directly hitting the smelly mouth.
The greenskin's head exploded from behind, and his brains burst out of the wound.
It staggered lifelessly, stared at Hartman in surprise for a while, and then fell down.
Feeling the scorching power of the lightning a few seconds ago, Hartman turned around, only to see a cloaked figure appearing behind the position.
Then, the man clenched his hands into fists, and a frightening force visible to the naked eye roared out from under his cloak. At the same time, a shocking wind blew up on the battlefield where the killing sounds were loud.
Suddenly the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and moon had no light.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the strong wind quickly sublimated and transformed, forming a huge tornado with a diameter of more than one kilometer, mixed with lightning and sand, and swept away in the direction of the greenskins. , many greenskins were caught off guard and were swept into the air.
The tornado even rolled all the way to the greenskin position, destroying many artillery pieces.
Without follow-up support, the greenskins who had just rushed into position were quickly wiped out by the defenders.
But Hartman's attention was no longer on the green skin. He just stared at the figure and murmured to himself in a slightly unbelievable tone:
"A wizard."
(End of this chapter)