Chapter 710 Blood-stained Night
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
A very familiar sound erupted from a distance, it was the angry war cry of a green-skinned leader.
If the sub-zero temperatures in the upper levels of the hive city aren't enough to cool the blood, then the roar of this alien creature will surely do the trick.
Subsequently, more inhuman roars vibrated the air, passing through the smoke and directly into the ears of the anxious guards, conveying the signal for war.
Hartman tapped Eli's communicator with his finger and said:
"Help me continue to update the status of the 1st and 4th companies. I need to understand the battle situation of their defense lines. I don't want any surprises."< br>
“Understood, sir.”
Hartman looked up at the sky. The night had darkened the sky, and the wind had calmed down a bit, so he faced the company commander again Channel speech:
“Brothers, prepare.”
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
In the blink of an eye, a large group of greenskins rushed straight through the smoke towards the last position of the 9th Hades Infantry Regiment. There were thousands of them.
The soldiers began to fire concentrated fire as the greenskins got closer, carving black scars on the wall of flesh. Although such a barrage of light guns was more than enough to stop a human army, But the charge of these greenskins hardly stalled.
Laser guns can cut off or scorch targets, but lack the powerful impact of physical ammunition. The greenskins simply disdain to pay attention to minor injuries, and the desire to fight is still burning in their red eyes.
Hartman also pointed his pistol at a greenskin, slowed his breathing, aimed at the target, and then pulled the trigger.
The pistol jumped violently, and a blood mist rose from where the beast's head once was. The heavy body continued to run, the legs were still moving, and the muscles were executing the last instructions of the brain that no longer existed, so more The bullet penetrated its head until it opened its skull.
Eventually, the headless body stumbled over the tangled barbed wire, spraying a stream of red mist before falling into the trench.
Steaming red liquid gushes out of the corpse. Even through his scarf, Hartman can smell the pungent stench of the fungus inside the green skin, but there is no time to stand there in a daze. More greenskins surged toward the destroyed fortifications.
"Heavy woodcutter, shoot these beasts from the side!"
Under Hartmann's order, the heavy woodcutter that had been silent opened fire. They were deployed on both sides of the position, using The crossfire took a heavy toll on the charging beasts, who fell one after another.
Even though they were less than fifty meters away from the last trench, the first charge was still broken up, and the remaining greenskins turned and ran quickly to join the second wave of charges.
The angry chatter of the heavy logging gun stopped.
“Well done, but no time to celebrate!”
Another green wave has burst.
"Second wave, everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes."
With that, he pulled a new magazine from his coat pocket and slammed it where it belonged.
If the first wave of greenskins looked big and ferocious, they were little more than the swarming dark-skinned beasts now.
These were big guys, with arms bulging out from muscles swollen to abnormal proportions, and all wearing crude armor made of scrap iron and leather bolted together unless hit in the head. , the laser gun will not hurt them much, at most it will burn the iron pieces hot and penetrate them.
And these crazy greenskins who are eager to fight don't care about scalding a piece of skin at all. They will absorb all the light bullets and rush straight to the top of the Nine Regiment's heads.
"I need the heavy bolters to focus on those armored bastards, and leave the rest to the mortars and lasguns, got it? Pyro, wait for orders, don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need medium-range suppressive firepower to focus fire on the enemies gathered together. Just like before, don’t use grenades indiscriminately!”
Soon, heavy weapons squads were ready at various points along the defense line.
The second wave of greenskins also approached quickly while firing fiercely in the general direction of the trench. The bullets hit the sandbags and made the soldiers lower their necks. "Don't be afraid! They can't even hit an Ogryn at this distance——"
While Hartmann was saying this, a soldier a few meters away to his right was killed. A force strong enough to break bones was thrown against the back wall of the trench, and the body fell to the ground immediately, with half of its head missing, as if it had been bitten hard by something.
Within a few seconds, a dozen more soldiers in the distance from the trench fell. Once hit by green bullets, they would basically be fatally injured.
Hartman holstered his pistol, grasped the hilt of the power sword hanging from his left hip, and forced his blade free.
He could hear the company's NCOs shouting slogans of courage as the Greenskins jumped over banks of barbed wire and sandbags. Some felled by the barbed wire, while others threw their The back was used as a bridge to pass through dangerous barbs, trampling directly over it.
“Grenade!”
When the first greenskin leaped to a distance of thirty meters, all the soldiers threw the grenades in their hands neatly.
Boom————!
Amidst a series of roars, the wave of greenskins at the front were blown to their knees and suffered heavy casualties.
"Pyrotroopers! Guard the entrance to the trench, don't let those beasts turn in from the side!"
There are too many greenskins. In addition to the large group of enemies in the front, there are also many greenskins. Appearing from the side of the defense line, trying to get directly into the trenches, and because night fell, Hartmann could not observe how many enemies were detouring back to the side.
Actually, without looking, just by listening to the roar, Hartman knew that the few people left on the side could not stop him at all.
"Get a damn Pyro, now!"
At this time, some greenskins had already jumped into the trench, and Hartman's eyes widened when he saw them.
Even from the perspective of green skins, that guy is a giant. The thick muscles developed to abnormal proportions are much stronger than the largest ones in the 9th Infantry Regiment. Almost no one can stop him in the trenches. it.
But a moment later, the fire-breathing soldiers who rushed over opened fire.
A stream of hot promethium fuel spurted out along the trench, greedily devouring the enemy's flesh and blood. In just a few breaths, only the molten armor, weapons and iron boots of the original Big Brother class were left. The iron pieces can prove that it once existed.
“More are coming!”
The Pyro turned around and shouted:
"Only a quarter of the fuel left, sir!"
He then sprayed another stream of fire, and Hartman heard the greenskin The roar of the roar rushed towards them through the roar of the flames, and was suddenly cut off when the flames devoured everything.
A moment later, as more greenskins jumped into the trenches, the Pyrotroopers finally ran out of fuel.
“The enemy is attacking!!”
He shouted loudly and ran back from the entrance, and soldiers with laser guns immediately stepped forward to take up his position.
“Listen up, brothers!”
Hartman said sternly on the intercom:
“Even if I die today, I will lie with you. , but remember what I said before, kill every one, for the Emperor, for Armageddon!"
In an instant, shouts erupted along the trenches filled the air.
"For the Emperor! For Armageddon!!"
With a whoosh, more than a dozen flares rose up, covering the earth in blood.
(End of this chapter)