"For the Emperor!"
"Fuck these bastards to death!"
When the regiment commander led the guards to launch a charge in person, ordinary soldiers holding laser guns also advanced forward in companies. Their bayonets were shining, including anger, as if they wanted to avenge their comrades' death.
Although they may not be as skilled as heretic soldiers who have experienced a long battle formation, they have a numerical advantage and morale advantage at this time, and once they contacted, they fell into a cruel hand-to-hand combat.
However, as a machine gun squad, Hayes did not participate in the fierce battle, but the cruel scene still shocked him.
Thousands of people were fighting the most primitive battle on the front line less than two kilometers, stabbing bayonets into each other's chests, or hugging them together and falling into a muddy and blood pool. The technology seemed to disappear at this moment, and humans returned to the original state of not igniting the fire seed. They clenched their eyes, choked their necks, and even bite them with their teeth. Hayes suddenly understood the true meaning of Haschet's words "war will turn people into beasts."
"I underestimated the young master and commander, but I didn't expect that he still had some courage."
Hashet, who seemed to finally relax, leaned against the edge of the bunker, took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket with his trembling hands, then reached out to press the cigarette butt on the hot machine gun barrel, and a light cigarette immediately emerged.
After taking a deep breath of cigarette, Hashet seemed to hear something, turned around suddenly, and Hays looked in the direction he was looking.
I saw a group of people rushing out on the other side of the battlefield.
For Hayes, it was a really weird group of people. Each of them was terriblely strong, with almost naked upper body only simple shoulder armor, and each person was covered with crisscrossing scars on their bodies and faces. On their waists, thighs and behind them were covered with swords of all sizes. A blue flag was flying outwards above their heads.
If it weren't for the symbol of the Star Army on his shoulder armor, Hayes would even think they were enemies because their temperament was too barbaric.
"Uncle Hashet, who are they?"
Hashet frowned and sniffed his cigarette rings, then shook his head.
"There are too many strange groups in the Star Army, and I don't know them all."
At this time, their flags suddenly raised high, and then each of them pulled out the largest and most terrifying long swords on their bodies at the same time. Under the reflection of the fire, the long swords shone like polished agate, which made Hayes' back chill.
The sound of a bronze horn came from the mysterious team, and then the drums sounded, beating wildly.
"Put the head of the heresy to the throne!"
With a creepy cry, the soldiers tied a blood-colored ribbon to the end of the knife, then formed rows of people's walls and rushed towards the battlefield.
However, they are not all cold weapons. Many people hold pistols in their other hand, and their guns can be heard even in the noise.
For the Red Pirate infantry, disaster has come, and a large group of terrible sword hands pour out from the rolling smoke. The charge infantry swept across the battlefield like a swarm of locusts. Their long flying swords shine in the dim light, and the scarlet ribbons are like the outline of blood sprinkled out.
The moment the two sides contacted each other, hundreds of heretic soldiers were killed by a long spiral sword, and their heads and broken limbs fell to the ground.
The battlefield fell one side in just a few minutes, and more heretic soldiers fell into the dust, the pungent smell of blood and the bitter smell of gunpowder were mixed together, and drums were rumbling everywhere, and fires were rising into the sky, and everyone was roaring.
"Die! Death!"
Arni had already thrown away the pistol of empty ammunition. He held a sword in his hands and kept slashing at a heretic. The man's chest was bleeding, but he still held the laser gun tenaciously to resist.
At this time, he felt that blood was surging all over his body, without fear or concern, and he could only fight desperately. He didn't even remember that he had killed a few people.
Suddenly, Arni kicked the man's crotch. The moment the opponent bent down, the long sword penetrated the man's neck from top to bottom, pierced it, and cut off the artery, the huge pressure sprayed the scorching blood on Arni's face, allowing his previous elegance and calmness to give way to the barbarity.
But the other party was also tenacious, and actually reached out and hugged his waist with both hands, pushed it back hard to try to push him down.
Alni kept his pace steady, drew his sword hard, then pushed his knee upwards, knocking the man to the ground, and immediately disappeared.
After a few breaths, he looked around and found that the battlefield was indeed more complicated than he thought. The soldiers who were once in a disciplined queue are now scattered on the battlefield. The situation quickly deteriorated into a melee. The discipline of any military queue disappeared. Humans were mixed together to fight each other. The disadvantages of the cannon fodder regiment were immediately reflected. The officers could not effectively control the soldiers, and everyone did not use their instinctive consciousness to move closer to the regiment commander. They were just blindly fighting with the enemy in front of them.
This gives the enemy a chance.
The heretics obviously wanted to turn defeat into victory, so they concentrated their last strength to surround Arni's position. If it weren't for the elite guards' blocking him, he might have been submerged by the enemy.
Alni also saw many guards he had not had time to meet died. In order to protect him, one of them directly threw down an enemy who was holding a grenade and planning to commit suicide attacks. By the end of the explosion, his stomach had been cut open, and his intestines suddenly broke into two pieces like a coil of wrapped ropes, dying in the stench of his feces and blood.
Suddenly, when a huge, scarred mutant appeared in front of Arni, with the help of the reaction power given by the undissipated medicine, he flashed over the monster's axe, and Mubazun finally got rid of the entanglement of several enemies. He endured the wound on his left arm and stabbed the combat knife into the mutant's chin. The sword blade pierced the soft part behind the chin and buried it in the monster's head.
Arni turned around and hurriedly helped an unknown guard to resist two heresy.
Everything was in chaos, and the wave of battle pushed people together like floating objects rushing to the beach.
Alni found that he could not command the troops at all, and had no time to take into account the progress of the combat of other companies on the battlefield. His war turned into a personal life-and-death battle - he realized that the description in the book was always somewhat different from the reality, and he did not judge the opportunity to enter the battlefield, and he rushed too deeply.
Then, suddenly, Alni heard a huge commotion from his left: harsh battle slogans and some unique accents came one after another.
The heretics' siege suddenly began to weaken, and some force seemed to launch an attack from their flanks.
In the long seconds, Alni had no idea what was going on, only the roar of excitement and the roar of pain. The heretics suddenly turned and fled, and their threat disappeared like the morning dew in front of the rising sun.
Alni stood there hesitantly, staring at him with his mouth open, not knowing what drove the enemy away.
Chapter completed!