The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Now there are no more masters and young masters, no more officers and soldiers! We are all brothers! Brothers who will die together!"

The soldiers around him looked at him, seeing their commander standing tall and the regimental flag fluttering beside him, and they immediately felt a surge of courage and willpower.

"I will be with you! Until death do us part!"

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"Until death do us part!"

After the neat roar, the soldiers turned their heads and braced their gunstocks against their shoulders, continuing to shoot at the Greenskins. They seemed to have gained an unprecedented ferocity and killing intent, only seeking to take away as many frenzied beasts as possible before they died.

Just then, a unique whistling sound rang out, and pillars of smoke rose. Those Greenskins carrying jump packs howled as they soared into the sky, then drew various arcs, flying towards the protective wall. They howled excitedly, clutching their battle axes and cleavers tightly.

On the ground, trucks also drove over the trenches filled with Greenskin corpses. They carried heavy weapons and fired wildly at the walls, while others carried crude elevators, trying to reach the city walls despite the dense human fire.

The battle quickly became fierce. Some jump pack Greenskins failed to reach the protective wall, either smashing into the ground or the wall, turning into a pile of minced meat, but some were lucky enough to reach the top of the wall and began to slaughter.

Less than a hundred meters from Stonchev, a Greenskin of enormous size landed, its bloody mouth wide open, its tusks half-broken, slashing a soldier to the ground with a knife, then grabbing another screaming soldier and throwing him off the protective wall, followed by a strange cackle. Then it set its sights on the distinct regimental flag, roaring and charging, knocking soldiers off the wall while raising a large pistol in one hand.

"Suicide squad!!!"

The adjutant shouted. At this moment, several people rushed over, dressed in civilian clothes, without weapons, only a unique "long gun" in their hands.

Its gun head was a funnel-shaped object with three spikes on the front. Other than that, there was nothing special.

Looking at the few emaciated humans rushing towards him, the Greenskin let out a wild and contemptuous laugh, not even shooting at them, but charging all the way, intending to smash them to death. The few people also let out terrified and desperate howls, but did not stop.

When the two sides made contact, and the screams reached their peak—

Boom!

The impact of the violent explosion knocked both Stonchev and the adjutant away, but he was quick-witted and grabbed the flag, holding it high to prevent it from falling below the city.

When he struggled to his feet with the flag pole, he looked around. The wild Greenskin was only left with some fragmented remains and a huge head. It still stared with disbelief, and the suicide squad members had also turned into scarlet chunks of meat distributed within a range of dozens of meters.

This is the true meaning of the suicide squad. The thing they held was something "developed" under very extreme circumstances. The structure was extremely simple: a pole, a semi-conical explosive, filled with more than 3kg of explosives. Its function was to attack Greenskin vehicles or leaders, especially targets with a certain degree of armor protection. Due to its usage characteristics, it was also called a stick grenade.

And because the distance was short, the user often found it difficult to survive. But here, the cheapest thing was human life.

This was cruel, but also realistic.

At this time, elevators had been set up on the wall, and Greenskins were climbing up. The soldiers used all the weapons at hand to stop them, but some Greenskins still rushed up. The two sides began a brutal close combat. Humans used bayonets, iron rods, picks, and even hammers to fight hand-to-hand with large axes and cleavers.

Both sides were bloodshot. Someone grabbed a grenade and directly slammed it into the beast that had just climbed onto the city wall. The explosion engulfed the surrounding ten meters. A wounded soldier, with his stomach cut open, covered his intestines with one hand and tried to control his rifle to shoot downwards with the other, until the blood ran dry and he lost his breath.

Boom—

A loud noise shook the wall. Stonchev was shocked and walked to the wall to see that the welded metal door had been blown open by the Greenskins using some unknown method, so he immediately led people down. At this time, only two or three hundred soldiers could gather around him.

"Long live Volga! Long live Perun! Long live humanity!"

Stonchev shouted loudly, handed the regimental flag to the adjutant, and raised his command knife.

"Fix bayonets!"

This was less an order than a last word; the two were essentially the same.

"Suicide squad ready!"

Twenty or so men, holding stick grenades, swallowed their saliva and were pushed to the front.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the roar of the Greenskins came. The soldiers fired a volley. The beasts in the lead were hit in the face by laser shots and bullets, and they fell down covering their faces, but in a few seconds, the ones behind surged up again.

"Charge!"

Upon receiving the order, the suicide squad members roared and dragged their trembling legs forward, but some hesitated and stood still.

"I told you to charge! Didn't you get your rations!"

Stonchev walked over and directly split open the neck of one of them with a sword. The other wailed, covered the blood spurting from the wound, and fell down. The others, splattered with blood on their faces, immediately turned around in horror and followed the team.

In the desperate roars of the suicide squad members, groups of Greenskins were blown to pieces, limbs flying everywhere. The charred flesh of Greenskins and humans was mixed together, falling back to the earth like rain.

But there were also those who failed to get close. After all, the stick was not long. Their heads were directly smashed, their arms were cut off, their stomachs were ripped open, and they howled and fell to the ground, suffering unspeakably.

"Kill!"

Stonchev realized that this was an opportunity to drive the enemy out of the door. Only in this way would they have a chance to block the door again, so he took the lead and rushed over.

The torrent of soldiers collided with the Greenskins who had been blown to pieces, quickly engulfing them, but a new batch of Greenskins also entered the doorway. The two sides began a brutal melee. The Greenskins tried to squeeze in, and the humans tried to squeeze them out. The two sides were so close that the Greenskin faces were even more hideous. Stonchev avoided a cleaver and desperately thrust the tip of his knife forward with all his remaining strength. This was a scarred weapon, but its tip was still sharp. It pierced through flesh and blood, directly into the beast's internal organs.

The creature roared in pain, but it would not die so easily. It directly punched Stonchev, sending him flying and breaking several of his ribs.

Stonchev fell heavily. When he struggled to get up, the broken bones made his breathing tremble. Then, half a bloody body slammed in front of him. The deceased was one of Stonchev's most trusted bodyguards. He stared wide-eyed, as if seeing something terrifying.

Waaaaagh!!!!

The terrifying roar made Stonchev turn his head. A strong and ferocious Greenskin rushed out, its strong muscles tightly stretched against its dark skin, wearing a large armor, and holding a huge cleaver dyed in various colors, both comical and terrifying.