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Chapter 1672 The Depressed Guard Part 1

In this landing battle, Soshiyan also put a company into the battle in order to achieve the final result. Their main task is to control the only airport in the mining station. Although the track has been firmly controlled by the fleet, Green Skin always has unexpected means, so the best way is to cut off their retreat path from the source.
The green skins also knew that there was only a dead end to stay here, and began to rush towards the airport in an organized manner.
The first wave of attacks arrived just a few minutes after the first round of landing. Maximilian was leading the company members into the defensive position when he heard crazy roars and howls of battle.
A total of 120 Terminators were almost a wall of steel, but the Greens seemed determined to destroy these terrible giants and seize a way out for themselves.
"Go closer to me."
Maximilian narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy. He completed the graying transformation a year ago, holding a black spear of silence and wearing the Dehgan Terminator. He was surrounded by the champion Murad from the White Church. He completed the graying transformation like the opponent, wearing the Dehgan Terminator.
This battle is not only an ordinary blocking battle, but also an experimental battle to test the combat effectiveness of the Depressor. At present, there are twenty Depressors who have transplanted ash and received training from the Terminator in the first company. They are not all soldiers from the First Company. Some of them are from other companies who have successfully transplanted ash.
Among them is Haumo, who has been in the company for more than a year and has completely adapted to the Terminator's combat methods.
"Routed in two rows, blocking the road, the first row is loose formation, you are the walls that block their charge, the second row is tight formation, responsible for killing those beasts."
Haumo followed the team he was in to the first row. The Desolate Guards held shields and spears in the other. They were in the center of the first batch, three meters apart from each other, and built a wall of shrills. At both ends of the team were firepower hands holding heavy bombs and plasma machine guns.
The number of warriors in the second row is slightly higher than that in the first row, and the two are three meters apart. They have one power sword and the other storm blaster, ready to kill the enemy at any time.
It took less than twenty seconds in a row to prepare for the Green-skin's charge with Maximilian's instructions.
For Haumo, this tactic is the first time in actual combat. In the tactical space of the Astartes Book, this tactic of the Legion era has long been gone. All tactics are scattered tactics that revolve around squads.
Soon, the green skin appeared on the smokey road. It was a large group of fart spirits riding and jumping. They rushed to the airport in a hurry. Even though the aircraft inside were basically blown up, they still thought there was hope here.
As they get closer to the Terminator, the sound of jumping strong legs stomping on the hard ground is getting louder and louder.
This little creature, Haumor, is magical every time he sees it. They have salivating jaws and hungry eyes, as if his childhood nightmare was given evil essence, but his round body is also a bit funny.
"Open the fire."
It doesn't take much effort to deal with these small creatures. The Terminators' bomb guns roared like thunder, smashing the round little monsters one by one, just like fruits falling to the ground.
In just a blink of an eye, a thick layer of corpses accumulated on the road, but they seemed to be driven away by something, and they still rushed to the Terminator with absolute numbers.
"First row! Let them pass!"
Maximilian shouted a command the moment before the fart spirit entered the spear's attack range. The desolate guards suddenly stood aside with their well-trained and precise movements, allowing the crazy fart spirit to pass through. Although the fart spirits attacked them with various weapons, they were all harmlessly blocked by the shield.
Under the inertia of the charge, the farts found themselves hitting the roaring chain saw of the second row of Terminator. They instinctively tried to stop. When the farts collided forward and backward, the charge was suddenly stopped.
"Now!"
Maximilian's voice rang out amid the noise of farts.
"close the door!"
The dark guards began to squeeze forward, and the warriors in the second row advanced forward, sandwiched between the two rows of warriors, and the fart spirits squeezed into a ball in a smaller and smaller space, and their numerical advantage seemed insignificant.
The spear stabbed the chaotic enemies again and again, and even the Terminators trampled on the screaming little things with their feet. Haumor was never a cruel person. In the past, if he wanted to massacre an enemy with no way out, he might feel a little sigh when he listened to their dying screams and felt the slippery blood under his feet.
But when facing a war with Green Skin, all emotions are meaningless. Green Skin and humanity are destined to be eternal enemies, and he kills them because this is the essence of the war between the two: kill or be killed.
The battle ended faster than he thought. Faced with such cruel killing, the courage disappeared and began to run to other places.
When the last enemy fell, the Terminators ruthlessly finished the fight for those who had not died immediately.
"Fight hard, there's more."
Another group of farts appeared at the end of the road, this time, the enemies were walking and they were in greater numbers.
“They are not scouts.”
Murad made a dull sound.
"This is a tribe, there may be thousands of them. Usually, the appearance of a fart sperm of this size means one thing."
As Murad said, and after them, the real protagonist appears.
It was the sound of heavy objects crushing blood and bones. Looking through the thick smoke, Gomo saw some shaking outlines appearing in the distance, gradually approaching-
"It's a green-skinned vehicle."
Maximilian stared at the huge armed trucks that were speeding in. The green mobs in the car were controlling huge machine guns to shoot at the Terminators. Occasionally, someone was hit and only shook them, adding a scratch to the surface of the armor.
But they are in large numbers, obviously a fleet, which means they are organized.
A Green Skin War Gang, or tribe, intends to escape through here.
“Eliminate those trucks.”
Accompanied by Maximilian's order, the plasma machine gun volley made a strange smell pop up in the air. Then the trucks and off-road vehicles that were advancing at high speed immediately seemed to hit an invisible wall, stopping one by one and exploding. Some were not hit but were affected by the explosions around, and they also fell to the ground to crush the unlucky guy standing on it to death.
Chapter completed!
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