Him and their stars

Sergeant Jerry Metz was among the crowd and naturally heard the whispers of his comrades. Their emotions are quite complex, ranging from caution, excitement, joy, lingering fear, and of course disbelief.

The complex emotions intertwined into some exclamations, but they didn't know whether they were marveling at the rough skin and thick flesh of this troll general, or at the military exploits created by their own side. Of course, maybe a bit of both.

Yes, Major General Hongkas, who had only been in office for a month as deputy commander of the Imperial Yaochi Front, had already been killed on the battlefield. The earth's soldiers were temporarily afraid to step forward due to his power during his lifetime, but the zero-element light emitted from his body was enough to prove this.

However, everyone is still a little unbelievable.

All the soldiers present knew that this giant general was a psyker, powerful and indestructible. This is really indestructible in the literal sense. More than one person has seen this guy cross the boiling sea of ​​fire, cross the explosive barrier, and walk like flying through the hail of bullets as if nothing had happened.

At that time, everyone felt that they should not be able to keep this imperial general, and at most they could only slow down his escape speed. If you can hold out until your own psykers come over, you will be considered a victory.

Yes, I heard that the troops led by the deputy division commander, Colonel Meng Jiao, have arrived nearby. We must wait until he arrives!

However, they really did not expect that the result of the battle would be much better than imagined.

A high-explosive bomb fired by the 107 orbital gun landed right in front of General Hongkas. The burning dust adhered to the giant Legg, setting half of its body on fire.

Immediately afterwards, the Community soldiers who had been following closely took the opportunity to pounce. Regardless of whether they are Lumina people, sand people or humans, because they all wear power armor, they are not much shorter than the three-meter-tall Legg giant.

The soldiers rushed forward, like a pack of fearless wolves surrounding an injured tiger.

Of course, when it comes to fighting methods, they are naturally much better than the wolves. The four firemen tried their best to throw all their firepower at the opponent in the shortest possible time. The five assaulters formed a wall side by side, which was a bit like an armored wall-mounted charge from the cold weapon era.

It was probably because the opponent was seriously injured, and it was also probably because the huge Legg giant couldn't wear any mecha with added strength. In short, the Community soldiers charging side by side bumped into the still burning giant, and really hit it directly.

However, the price they paid was heavy.

Even if General Laige was knocked to the ground in a panic, he was still a miserable beast. In other words, because of his embarrassment, he looked even more ferocious.

He let out a thunderous roar, and the volume condensed into a shock wave, which literally broke away the iron wall formed by the soldiers. The soldiers were shaken and kept retreating.

The two nearest soldiers stopped moving on the spot. Although their bodies were barely standing with the help of the mecha, there was absolutely no movement at all.

Immediately afterwards, General Hongkas barely supported his half body and squatted up with all his strength. He stretched out his literally big hands like cattail fans, pressed the heads of the other two soldiers, and started to exert force. No matter how the two Community soldiers kept pulling the triggers to shoot at themselves at close range, the body of the giant Legg remained motionless, as if it had been wrapped in real armor.

The head wrapped in a solid mecha seemed to be like an orange in his big hands, and it was twisted and deformed on the spot. Dark brown plasma and body fluids remained from the gaps in the broken armor.

But at this time, the last soldier, an Earth sergeant major, had regained his balance. He raised his hand cannon and pressed it against the waist and abdomen of the giant general - there was a gap in the armor here, which should have been torn apart by the continuous shelling just now.

Hundreds of steel ball projectiles with explosive dust penetrated through the gaps in the armor, and then were thrown into the skin of the Legg giant at close range. Everyone could clearly see that the armor on his waist and abdomen, as well as the hand cannon in the hands of the Earth sergeant, made violent explosions like inflated balloons.

The giant Legg's roar was filled with pain and despair. His heavy fist immediately fell on the breastplate of the Earthling sergeant major.

Even with the armor on, his body, estimated to be at least three to four hundred kilograms, was thrown out like a kite with its string broken, and landed dozens of meters away. He could no longer stand up.

In this way, the first batch of soldiers who charged at the giant general lost their fighting power.

However, at this time, the Second Phi soldiers also rushed over. This time, there were forty or fifty people. Sergeant Jerry Meese's three-man guerrilla team was, of course, among the crowd.

To be honest, he couldn't even figure out why he, an ordinary battlecruiser crew member, foolishly followed everyone in the charge.

Ordinary people actually dare to attack a battle-hardened psyker? Even the Imperial Panzergrenadiers are not so brave, right?

Is it possible that you really think you can keep him?

However, although his head was very resistant, his steps were still very honest. By the time he reacted, he had already rushed to a place less than twenty meters away from Major General Hongkasi.

At this moment, the fire on the giant general's body had been extinguished, leaving only stains on half of his body. He raised his head, with only half of his helmet remaining, revealing a face covered in blood and scars.

He twitched the muscles on his cheeks and forced out a sadistic smile, like an ogre who chose people to eat.

Speaking of which, the appearance and living habits of the Myshandar Ogre and the Laig Giant are quite similar, and there have been rumors that they are of the same race. It's just that the latter never admitted it. They always patted their chests to show that they had been loyal subjects of the Galactic Empire since ancient times and were noble and brave minions of the Dragon King.

...So, what's so noble about being a minion?

Sergeant Max was thinking as he fired out all the bullets from the Vulcan cannon on the shoulder mecha. Beside him, Sergeant Kadai continued to use his big spray, while Sergeant Tatora and his veterans who were good at hand-to-hand combat spread out and outflanked him.

At this moment, they no longer looked like a pack of wolves attacking a tiger, but more like experienced hunters hunting a seriously injured mammoth.

The giant howled again and rushed towards everyone. However, after taking a few steps, his footsteps were obviously weak and his figure suddenly became shorter.

"He's dead!" shouted a Sandman sergeant.

"We are going to win!"

The giant Legg roared again. He should be talking about something, but the uneducated Sand People and Rumina people present, and even Sergeant Jerry Metz, a technical school student, actually can't understand the Imperial Common Language, and considering this guy's The voice is still loud and surging, so he must be trying to intimidate everyone, right?

He is truly a heroic warrior, worthy of being the Laig giant of the fighting race, and worthy of being the loyal minion of the Dragon King.

Needless to say, the subsequent battle situation goes without saying. As more and more comrades arrived, some even moved the blaster cannons on the assault vehicles, and concentrated 12 ion cannons to start firing. The instant burst of firepower output was enough to wipe out a giant mammoth group in the Ice Age.

After such a frantic bombardment continued for a minute, the huge body finally fell.

This enemy general must be dead, right? Sergeant Jerry Metz did not realize that he and his comrades had made history. He was so excited that he lost his ability to think.

However, he soon calmed down a bit. At this time, the sergeant's eyes had already glanced at the Earthman sergeant major who had smashed the waist and abdomen of the giant general with a hand cannon. After being blasted away by the latter's heavy fist, he lay motionless on the ground.

He had felt that this person's figure looked familiar before, but he always thought it was an illusion.

...No, save him. Maybe it can still be saved. Sergeant Mace passed the thought and ran over quickly.

The rest of the comrades-in-arms only now reacted and quickly gathered around, shouting for the medical soldiers to come over.

You know, even the two comrades whose heads were crushed were not without hope of rescue.

They are wearing a hundred-eyed giant mecha, with a triangular head and a big tail trailing behind. This means they are sand people, who are always rougher and thicker than humans. Even if the brain matter is spilled out, as long as the person is not breathless or brain-dead, it is possible to come back.

And that's exactly what happened. When everyone scrambled to open the mecha of their comrades, they found that one of them had indeed died on the spot, but the other one was still alive. Although his triangular head has turned into an irregular oval, he is indeed still alive.

In comparison, the human sergeant major did not seem to be seriously injured, but was more fatal. When Sergeant Max came closer, he saw that the opponent's breastplate had been completely hammered in.

It can be imagined that the sergeant major's organs, especially his heart, have been completely squeezed and deformed.

Sergeant Jerry Metz sighed, carefully opened the opponent's helmet, and then saw an elderly face. His face, which was densely covered with wrinkles and covered with stubble, had long since faded from its blood color, but it looked unusually calm, as calm as a rock.

"...This is Senior Squad Leader Connor." Sergeant Major Tatara's voice was trembling.

Sergeant Max thought of the hot meal the old sergeant major brought to everyone on the last day before the war. This was the last hot meal he had before the war started, and it was the first time he had eaten steak stir-fried with chili peppers. Of course, it would definitely be a meal he would never forget.

So, why do the cooking soldiers also rush to the front?

Sergeant Jerry Metz looked at the old sergeant major's face and slowly closed his eyes. Sadness gradually replaced the emotions of joy and excitement.