Chapter 709 Highland War
Standard Terra Calendar, 943.M41
Planet Armageddon, Main Continent, Hades Hive, 9th Infantry Regiment Position
Hartmann Paul never realized that they could hold on for such a long time, so that even after the friendly forces on both flanks failed, they could still hold on to this position.
Of course, the price is that there are less than 500 people left in the entire regiment, and the most recent recruitment was 20 days ago, and only about 30 lonely ghosts came.
And what they have to face is a geometric increase in greenskins.
Now everyone is a combatant. The only non-combatant, the old man, was also killed by a bomb a few days ago while trying to rescue a bag of starch.
Hartman simply held a funeral for him. Although everyone complained about the food every day these days, everyone knew that he was the only one who could use such inferior materials to make something barely edible.
And everyone is used to his nightly stories.
This feeling is like losing a family member.
But there was not much time left for the dead, because during the next attack, Hartman felt that maybe no one would hold a funeral for him.
They were almost surrounded, and the greenskins started using light armor, which they couldn't handle.
Landmines, rockets, cluster grenades, all means have been almost exhausted, and now everyone is trapped on the last small high ground.
In the open area in front of the position, a green leather combat truck overturned on the ground. Black smoke poured into the air from its burning tail cabin like a huge wave. A green leather truck was mixed with cables and right-angled edges. The exposed underside of the vehicle was being torn away with some kind of technician's claws.
Light bullets from the soldiers on the short embankment of the trench were fired at it.
"Who is shooting at that greenskin technician?"
Hartman roared on the intercom. After these days, he has been able to distinguish the type of greenskin. It is obvious that this is a real recycled waste. mechanic.
"You're wasting your damn time, lasers can't penetrate armor that thick, I need a heavy bolter to fire at it, where the hell is the Heavy?"
"Here, sir!"
Then a deep voice from the right shouted.
"We're deployed!"
Hartman looked at the machine gunner. He was a large gang member. The fabric of his coat was tightly stretched on his muscular arms. When he fired the heavy explosive As the shotgun prepared to fire at the green-skinned technician, Hartman saw the power of that muscle.
This oversized gun usually requires a two-man team to set up, but the guy lifted it himself.
“Ready, sir!”
“Get it done!”
When the machine gunner opened fire, the thunderous sound of the heavy bolter shook off the dust on the bunker, and even the surrounding sandbags were scorched black by the muzzle flash.
Watching carefully from cover, Hartmann saw the giant Green Technician tremble as bolt after bolt struck its armor plating, blue sparks flying from each impact. .
Then the raindrops of explosive bombs found a weak point - the armor on the side of the monster was the thinnest. Then the projectiles penetrated the metal and penetrated deeply into the green flesh. The fatal wounds caused caused the beast to roar. stand up.
"Ceasefire!"
But after the heavy bolters stopped firing, the green-skinned mechanic looked down at its tattered body in disbelief, and then fell headlong from the scrapped truck.
"Good job!"
As soon as Hartmann finished speaking, an explosion swept through the trench in front of him. Several soldiers were immediately swallowed up by the flames, and their limbs and pieces of meat flew everywhere.
Through the smoke, he pressed the button and saw several strange-looking red tattered trucks in front of him. One of them was equipped with a rocket launcher on top, and it fired rockets at the trench shelter from time to time.
Even without a telescope, he could see that the crew members of those vehicles were loading more heavy rockets into the launchers in teams. Some crazy little figures among them were jumping up and down noisily, obviously. Eager to ride on the back of a rocket and blow myself to pieces.
What do you think about these things?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he reminded himself not to try to understand the alien's mind.
At this time, Lunengte crawled to his side.
"How do you plan to get rid of them, sir?"
"Only explosions."
Hartman's voice sounded like he was breathing in under a scarf.
"I guess it's time to open up these mushy heads, isn't it?" Then he turned to his men.
“How many brothers are carrying gel bombs?”
5 people answered in the affirmative and came to their commander.
“5 bombs, 4 rocket launch vehicles, great. One person stays here as a reserve team, and the others set the timer to 30 seconds, and load a handful of bombs onto those broken vehicles. Just rush back here at full speed, understand? Don't stop and attack the enemy. The rest of us will provide covering fire. Your job is to install the bomb and run back like a mad dog."
"Understood, sir!"
The four commandos replied after distributing the bombs. There was no hesitation or quarrel. Everyone was used to death.
"Mortars, a few rounds, one in a row, for covering fire."
Soon, lasers and shells fell on those rocket vehicles, when the greenskins paid attention While concentrating on the company's position, the demolition crews were already preparing for a surprise attack on the rocket launcher.
“Now!”
Hartmann roared, and four soldiers rushed out of the trench, each selecting a corresponding target.
The regimental commander stared intently at each soldier, watching them pass through the smoke-filled shooting area and rise and fall among the craters.
The Fart crew noticed these approaching people, they turned their heads and began to shoot at the people running back to the trenches with crudely made pistols.
"Fire!"
The soldiers in the trench fired another volley of blinding light bombs, tearing the ugly and deformed green face in half.
But one of the farts managed to hit the thigh of the last runner, who screamed and fell to the ground.
Lunengt jumped out of the bunker without hesitation, grabbed the man's coat collar and dragged him towards him. The Goat turned to aim at him, and the projectiles hit him around him, splashing white snow. foam.
The veteran noticed that the man's eyes were rolled up and he was hopeless, so he picked up the opponent's bomb and began to rush towards the rocket car.
After the other three people dodged the bullets and approached the target, they photographed their inventory on the side of the rocket launcher, activated the timer switch and returned to the hiding place.
But they were all knocked down on the way back.
"Come on, ah, ah, ah!!!!"
Seeing several guns pointed at him, Lunengt activated the bomb without hesitation and rushed over with a roar.
The bullets hit his body, his arms, and penetrated his abdomen, but they did not stop him.
Amidst the screams of the farts, he pounced directly on the last rocket car.
Hartman gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.
At this moment, the bomb went off with a deafening sound——
For a few seconds, the whole world melted into a bright white flash, and he jerked his face when the heat wave of the rocket explosion hit him. into the soil.
After a moment, a hand tried to dust him off.
It’s Eli, the little messenger.
“Are you okay, sir?”
Hartman raised his face, mud mixed with tears, and nodded slightly.
"I'm fine, thank you, Eli."
Although the greenskin vehicle was destroyed this time, more greenskin infantry had swarmed up and burned the remains. Smoke covers the offensive line.
Hartman took out the chain sword from its scabbard, moved his steps and stood up.
“Soldiers.”
Eli also gripped his laser gun tightly.
"Even if we die, let us take away one more greenskin before we die!"
(End of this chapter)