"Beast! Beast! Be sure to kill all these beasts!"
Watching Green Skin killing the wounded soldiers who could not retreat, Dunchev gritted his teeth with hatred. He had seen too many atrocities. They would even take the baby out of their mother's arms and kick it around like a ball. They fought like a fun thing, intoxicated by meaningless massacres - and he could only watch them kill people while laughing wildly, as if the pain and death of war were just a game. (Even in GW portrayed, Green Skin is a race with more animal nature than the so-called "joy" nature. Many writers will ignore this point. Lao Mo still has to remind everyone)
The soldiers had already received the order and rushed towards him. Unfortunately, people were fast and slow, but bullets were not waiting for people. The big green gun exploded like a heavy drum beat. In an instant, the trenches were filled with metal storms. They were aiming at each other without any worries, shooting around, regardless of the half-dividing head and ammunition.
Despite this, the howling rain of bullets still took the lives of countless soldiers. The unfortunate one was shot in front of him, cried and screamed, and the holes of fists were exploded in the chest and abdomen, and the juice splashed like smashed melons. There were also lucky ones. The bullets penetrated the back of the head, and in the blink of an eye, the skull burst, the eyes burst, and the brain was scattered, the red, white and black flew together, and it was easier to die than to break the belly.
"Fight to the end!"
Dunchev gritted his teeth and shot the beasts until the battery came to the bottom again. Then he ran into the open small door and quickly climbed up the wall along the stairs. However, this was not a safe place. There were moans and screams everywhere. A soldier walked around with his broken arm in a daze, but his feet slipped and he fell from the wall, completely no movement.
The guardrail more than ten meters high is the key position for green shells and rockets to greet them. They all have the habit of "fighting to a high place". Although this wall was once called an immortal wall, and even some key locations were reinforced with iron, it was not really immortal. If the shells hit the wall and shrapnel flew across, countless casualties would be killed or injured.
"Run! Run! It's going to close!"
He poked his head out regardless of the danger and shouted at the soldiers outside the wall, saying that they all hated that they didn't grow a few legs and ran towards the small door like crazy, but if they fell, they would never have a chance to survive.
Five minutes later, the door was closed and welded, and dozens of unlucky guys did not return in time. They sat on the ground in despair and cried loudly or cursed wildly, but were soon slaughtered by the green skins.
"Be careful of shelling! Find cover!"
Dunchev heard a whistle from the air from afar, gradually turning into a scream. He immediately threw himself down, and then dust erupted between the guard wall and the green skin, and a deafening roar echoed in the air and did not dissipate for a long time.
In a daze, he stood up from the ground and shouted quickly.
"They are coming soon!"
The green-skinned attack mode is very monotonous. The cannons bombard the infantry and the infantry rushes. Of course, the cannons bombard the infantry and rushes. However, no matter what the situation is, the artillery must be a sign of their attack.
"Where is the company commander above! Where is the company commander!"
"Sir, the company commander is dead!"
"I'm so fucking! What other heavy weapons can be used? Is the mortar team still alive? They are the only ones who can shoot on the ground, hurry up!"
As he said that, he grabbed the scared communication soldier in front of him and called for support from the rear with the communicator he was carrying.
The military readiness level in this world is relatively poor. Artillery is only thousands of earth-shaking cannons left by the Imperial Army a thousand years ago, as well as small-caliber barrel artillery made by the planet, and the rest are mortars.
This time, in order to defend Black Bay Fort, the Volga family collected thousands of artillery pieces, and they could only last for so long with artillery soldiers, otherwise it would have been almost the same for two weeks.
Soon, artillery fire roared and hit the trench area outside the guard wall, but at this time the battle was not much left, so it stopped after only twenty seconds.
"Sir, you have to go to a safe place, here-"
"If you dare to say such things again, I will shoot you. Do you understand? Stop talking nonsense and continue to fire. We will die well even if we die! If we pass on it, everyone will stick to the end - for the sake of the God Emperor!"
After saying that, he looked outside the guard wall. Although he had been bombarded, the trench defense line was still full of aliens, rushing to rush up. They pushed each other, as if they were fighting for a good seat for killing people. They did not hesitate to step on similar hand lamps. Before they even arrived in front of the guard wall, the violent green skin could not hold back and started fighting each other.
For example, he saw a guy with dark skin as dark as burnt flesh, wearing a thorn helmet and heavy armor, pounced on another beast on the right, wrestling with it, trying to grab the big axe in his hand, the small green skin swung the axe, while the big man swung the rusty machete and stabbed it into its stomach. With a wave up and down, a large opening came from the sternum to the hip, as if it was easy to zip it.
The thick blood gushed out, and the pink intestines shining with oil then slid down onto the smokey land. The large orc picked up the trophy axe, roared, turned around and ran towards the guard wall, longing for a happy massacre.
The God Emperor is above, it's crazy...
Once they enter hand-to-hand combat, they will only have a dead end.
"Where are the grenades! We run out of grenades!"
"Where did the ammunition die??"
"What else can I do? Retreat to the main fort? The main gun is almost blown to pieces by the green-skinned gun!"
"Hi, please give me some heavy weapons! Machine guns and blasting tubes, they can do anything! Just give me something! We only have big blades left!"
The sound was very noisy, but Dunchev felt that he was in the distance outside the battlefield, as if these words had nothing to do with him.
The air was filled with a strange calm, and despite the howling bullets, the laser bursting, and the noise and heat around him, his mind was extremely clear.
His thoughts returned to his family in the distance and prayed silently to the Emperor of God—
At this moment, the whistling sound of green skin approached. He put away his thoughts and saw those green skins carrying rockets or engines with telescopes. Some green gadgets were tapping their "backpacks" with wrenches, as if preparing for it. He had encountered this "bounce-pack green skin" several times, and each time it caused huge trouble for their defense line, and they did not have a good way to deal with it.
"Captain! The suicide squad is here!"
The adjutant hurriedly ran to the wall, and Dunchev just kicked the other party.
"The positions are lost, what's the use of coming!"
"There's no way, the team leader, it's already a mess."
"Stop talking nonsense, erect the flag."
"Abide by the order!"
When the adjutant held the flagpole in both hands and raised the flag, Dunchev stood up and raised his command knife.
Chapter completed!