Chapter 752 Struggle to Survive
Standard Terra Calendar, 943.M41
Planet Armageddon, Main Continent, Hades Hive, Lower Hive Area
Dang When the Orc kicked the goal, Marcin knew he was finished.
Half taller than an adult, and holding a chain ax longer than his arm in his thick fist, this green-skinned man scanned the barracks with bloodthirsty eyes.
Then, it threw its ugly head back, opened its sharp mouth and let out a scream that could wake the dead.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
It muttered its animal language, as if hoping that these humans would give in.
Of course Maxin doesn’t, not even if he understands.
They are the Imperial Guard, soldiers of the Emperor, and to the old man, greenskins are always considered enemies.
The situation in the Hades hive is very complicated. Although the middle hive and the lower hive have fallen, due to the huge scale of the hive, even the green skins cannot occupy all areas, so there have always been large and small isolations in the fallen area. stronghold.
Ma Xin's regiment is in an isolated stronghold on the edge of the lower nest. It is only a few kilometers away from the dangerous lower nest. It was originally a casino, but naturally there was no business when the green skins came.
After their regiment was defeated, they were unable to retreat to a safe area, so they could only flee blindly. Their number dropped from five hundred before to only sixty in the end, and they finally found this relatively solid place to defend.
Fortunately, the greenskins have little interest in this area, so they were able to spend the most dangerous time safely and took in many refugees.
It's almost a small town now.
Logically speaking, the greenskin should not have directly crossed the outer protective wall and entered the front hall. This fact reminded Maxin that the people on the outer protective wall had already been reimbursed.
Who knows, since the first shell fell, they have not received any news from the sentry outside for three hours.
The casino is in the shape of a gourd. After entering from the entrance, there is a smaller circular vestibule. Through the vestibule, you can enter the interior of the casino, which now houses more than 3,000 refugees.
So Maxin and the others could only choose to stick to the front hall.
“waaaagh!”
Before Maxin could issue any orders, the alien suddenly jumped into the hall, its weapon flipping up and down, first cutting off a militiaman's arm at the shoulder level, and then splitting the head of another. The red and white things were mixed with broken pieces. Bones were scattered all over the room.
The soldiers in gray uniforms poured out from behind their bunkers in disorder to fight against this sudden evil star. They thought they would never encounter these things again.
“Fuck! Fuck!”
The greenskin took two steps forward, almost within reach of Chemasin.
The sergeant quickly retreated, raised his shotgun and fired.
The green skin's pitiful brains were blasted to the wall, and the headless body fell straight to the ground, its limbs still twitching. At the same time, the chain saw roared and slid across the blood on the ground until it was hit and stopped, its teeth gnawing at the metal. ground.
Before Maxin could take a breath, more orcs rushed to jump into the lobby through the plastic concrete stairs, repeating their monotonous beast war cries.
WAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
“Fuck you again!”
Some fired their guns directly into the air with wild enthusiasm, while others brandished oversized earthen knives and axes, roaring with excitement.
Masin pulled the trigger again, sending the lead one back among its comrades.
This move was enough to slow down their pace, allowing him to take out a grenade and throw it among them.
"Down!!"
He threw himself forward, positioning himself behind an overturned dining table as the shockwave swept across the room.
Before the smoke cleared, he raised his upper body and glanced at the surviving men - they were almost all new recruits, only a little older than when he joined the army.
This is the attrition situation of their 16th Infantry Regiment. It is really a tragedy.
"It's not over yet! Everyone, cheer up! Put away your **** Sima face!"
He yelled at his men to prepare for battle, and now told them to fix their bayonets. Pointless - expecting these wretches to survive hand-to-hand combat with the greenskins is a pipe dream.
Those who had the guts to fight in hand-to-hand combat would have been killed in the battle a few months ago. The people present could only hold their guns awkwardly, and some were hurriedly putting on their helmets. Maxin even saw A 17-year-old rookie was trying to put on his own boots.
"Hurry up and pick up his laser gun!" He stood up and cursed, making sure that his shotgun was pointed in their direction.
"At least stand and die like a man, damn it! If you hit it accurately enough, you won't even die today!"
Most of the guards raised their weapons, as if they At least he knows how to manipulate the guy in his hand.
Two of them looked completely frightened. It was probably the first time they had been so close to the greenskins. Even if they ran into the same group of enemies as warriors, they couldn't be sure that nothing would happen, but if they didn't move quickly, , I’m afraid I’ll never move again.
“Do you still look like the Emperor’s soldiers!”
Maxin scolded him so angrily that spittle flew from his mouth.
The guards seemed a little frightened by him, which was a good thing. It was better to be afraid of him than the greenskins.
“Kill those beasts!”
One green-skinned one is still alive, although one of its arms can only be said to be disconnected - a tough stubble that is difficult to kill. This is the green-skinned one. Skin.
Then, it raised its body up with its legs and shouted in a language that people may never understand.
"What's the fuss about!"
The Masin guy took aim and pulled the trigger. The shotgun hit it in the chest and knocked it down.
He then stepped forward and stepped on its good hand with his No. 12 Guards-issued spiked boot, crushing the fingers with force, and then hit it on the head with the butt of his gun.
Two, three times, the green skin stopped moving.
Ma Xin took a step back and made another shot.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !
At this moment, he could hear more greenskins howling and rushing up the stairs, and knew that the second wave was approaching.
He glanced back at these brats and found that they were eagerly waiting for orders, so he cursed them again.
This place is neither good nor bad for a last-ditch effort. The gray plastic walls are relatively solid, lockers are on the other two sides, and a few metal tables, chairs and statues are scattered in the center of the lobby.
“The enemy is coming! Get in position quickly!”
He strode back and crossed them, keeping himself away from the shooting range of these rookies. He didn't want to be shattered by the light bullets.
At present, it seems that they will probably have to give it a try in this half-finished fortress in the isolated hive city. If nothing happens, they will most likely die.
Ma Xin is not afraid. He feels that he is lucky enough. He was just an ordinary soldier before, and his comrades in the same class died long ago. He rose from company commander to regiment commander by rocket all the way, just because He survived.
In a sense, he has lived enough, and the only thing left is how to die.
“waaaaagh!”
With roars, the greenskins filed in through the gate. However, they were stopped at the door. The guards used maximum power to focus their fire. When the first greenskins fell, their flesh and blood were charred and smoking.
But the fallen bodies did not hinder those who came after them, and never would.
They attacked all the way, pushing the injured aside, stepping over the dead, and closing in on the Guards at all costs.
“Keep the fire going!”
Marsin shouted, as loudly as the other greenskins.
If the greenskins managed to get close to the newbies, it would be all over.
"Whoever dares to cease fire, I will personally put this troll in the butt of whoever!"
They continued to fire, but the greenskins did not stop, and their pace was uglier and stronger than they remembered. Living things can achieve even faster speeds.
As a commander, Maxin naturally received special attention, and the first guy who rushed up rushed to him.
(End of this chapter)