God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Tyler Calendar, 943.M41

Armageddon planet, main continent, Hades Nest, Ninth Step Corps position

Ha Terman Paul never realized that they could hold on for so long that after the friendly forces on both wings failed, they could still stand firm in this position.

Of course, the price is that there are less than five hundred people left in the whole group, and the last replenishment has been twenty days ago, and only thirty lonely ghosts came.

And what they have to face is the green skin that increases exponentially.

Now everyone is a combatant, and the only non-combatant, that is, the old man, was killed when he rescued a bag of starch a few days ago.

Hartman simply held a funeral for him. Although everyone is complaining about food these days, everyone knows that only he can use such inferior materials to make something that can barely be imported.

And everyone is used to his night story.

This feeling is like losing a family member.

But there is not much time left for the dead, because the next attack, Hartman thinks maybe no one will hold a funeral for him.

They were almost surrounded, and Greenskins began to use light armor, which they couldn’t deal with.

Land mines, rockets, cluster grenades, all means are almost exhausted, and now everyone is trapped on the last small high ground.

In the open area in front of the position, a green-skinned combat truck tipped to the ground, black smoke poured into the air from its burning tail compartment like a huge wave, a green mixed with cables and right-angled edges Pi was tearing the exposed bottom of the vehicle with some kind of technician's claws.

Light bullets from the soldiers on the embankment of the trenches shot at it one after another.

"Who is firing at that green skin technician?"

Hartman roared in the phone. After these days, he has been able to distinguish the type of green skin. Obviously this is a real mechanic who recycles waste.

"You are wasting your damn time. The laser shot doesn't wear such thick armor. I need a heavy blaster to fire at it. Where the hell is the machine gunner?"

"Here, sir!"

Then a low voice on the right exclaimed.

"We have deployed!"

Hartman looked at the machine gunner, he was a big gang member, the fabric of his coat was tightly stretched on his muscular arm Above, when he was ready to fire on the green-skinned technician with his heavy explosive gun, Hartman saw the formidable power of that muscle.

This oversized gun usually requires a team of two to set up, and the guy picked it up by himself.

"Ready, sir!"

"Fix it!"

When the machine gunner opened fire, the thunderous noise of the heavy explosive gun fell. The dust on the bunker was about to fall, and even the surrounding sandbags were scorched black by the muzzle flames.

Hartman watched carefully from the cover, and saw the huge green-skinned technician trembling as the explosive bomb hit its armor plate one after another, with blue sparks spitting out with every impact. .

Then the raindrops of the explosive bombs found a weak point-the armor on the side of the monster was the thinnest, and then the projectile penetrated the metal and sank deeply into the green flesh, causing fatal injuries to the wild. beast growled.

"Casefire!"

But after the heavy bomb stopped firing, the green-skinned mechanic looked down at its broken body in disbelief, and then landed on the scrapped truck. .

"Good job!"

As soon as Hartman finished speaking, a burst of explosion swept through the trenches in front of him. Several soldiers were immediately engulfed by flames, and the stumps and pieces of meat flew all over the sky.

Through the smoke, several grotesquely shaped red trucks appeared in front of him. One of them was equipped with a rocket launcher on top, which fired rockets into the trench cover from time to time.

Even without a telescope, he could see that the occupants of those vehicles were loading more heavy rockets into the launcher in groups, and some crazy little silhouettes among them were jumping up and down noisily. Obviously eager to ride on the back of the rocket and blow himself 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 Xenos' thinking.

At this time, Lunent climbed to his side.

"How do you plan to fix them, sir?"

"Only explosions."

Hartman’s voice sounds like he’s inhaling under a scarf .

"I guess it's time to let these paste heads open up, right?"

Then he turned to his men.

"How many brothers are carrying gel bombs?"

Five people gave a positive answer and came to their chief.

"5 bombs, 4 rocket launch vehicles, great, one person stays here as a reserve team, the others set the timer to 30 seconds, and one bomb is placed on the broken cars , You rush back here at full speed for me, understand? Don’t stop attacking the enemy, the rest of us will provide cover firepower, your task is to install the bomb, and then run back like a mad dog."

"Understood, sir!"

The four commandos responded after allocating the bombs. There was no hesitation or quarrel. Everyone was used to death.

"Mortars, come in a few rounds, in a row, for cover shooting."

Soon, lasers and shells fell on those rocket cars, as the green skins When his attention was focused on a series of positions, the Demoman was ready for a surprise attack on the rocket launcher.

"Now!"

Hartman roared, four soldiers threw their legs out of the trenches, and each selected a corresponding target.

The regimental commander stared at each soldier intently, watching them pass through the smoke-bearing shooting area, undulating between the craters.

Farst Crew noticed these approaching people, they turned their heads, and started shooting with shoddy pistols at the people who were running back into the trenches.

"Fire!"

The soldiers in the trenches fired another burst of dazzling light bullets, tearing the ugly green face in half.

But a fart successfully hit the thigh of the man who ran last, and the man fell to the ground with a scream.

Lunent jumped out of the bunker in one step without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the man’s large collar and dragged it towards him, the fart spirit turned to aim at him, and the projectiles hit him, splashing waves white snow foam.

The veteran noticed that the man’s eyes were rolled upwards and he was out of help, so he picked up the opponent’s bomb and started rushing towards the rocket car.

After the other three evaded the bullet and approached the target, they photographed their inventory on the side of the rocket launcher, activated the timer switch, and turned back to the hiding place.

But they were all knocked down during the return process.

"Come on Ahhhh!!!"

Lunent saw several guns pointed at him, activated the bomb without the slightest hesitation, and rushed over with a roar.

The bullet hit him, on his arm, and pierced his abdomen, but did not stop him.

Amidst the screams of the farts, he jumped directly on the last rocket car.

Hartman gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, the bomb rang deafeningly——

For a few seconds, the entire world melted into the white flashes. He was killed by the rocket. When the heat wave hit, he plunged his face into the mud.

After a while, one hand tried to pat the ashes off his body.

It's the little messenger Eli.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Hartman raised his face, mud mixed with tears and messed up his face, he gently nodded.

"I'm fine, thank you, Ellie."

Although the green-skinned vehicle was destroyed this time, more green-skinned infantry have poured in and used The smoke from the burning debris covered the attack route.

Hartman drew the chainsaw sword from the sheath, moved his feet and stood up.

"Soldiers."

Elie also held his laser gun tightly.

"Even if we die, before we die, let us take away one more green skin!"