"The men of Olps!"
The general holding the power sword roared and jumped onto the tank, facing the enemy's pyramid.
Before him, his entire army was thrown into battle, in a ruthless battle with the alien.
"Victory is right in front of you! There is no way out! There is no mercy! For the Emperor, the Empire and the Olps!"
The person closest to the general cheered wildly and rushed forward.
The limited heavy fighter servants were also put into combat. The tracks on their lower bodies made huge noises, and the plasma cannons in their hands began to accumulate energy and shine.
When the infantry approached only a few hundred meters away from the pyramid, the ground in front exploded, and a large number of deadly underworld structures surged out. The stalker's huge body swept across the crowd and tore open the front. Tens of thousands of scarab beetles dragged the people to the ground and pulled their flesh off their bones.
Responding to them were flamethrowers and fragment grenades, the plasma cannons of heavy fighter servants continuously bombarded the structures gushing out of the terrain, completely ignoring the possible overheating explosion.
On the left and right sides, mechanical ant cattle and soldiers holding heavy weapons continued to charge against the stormy Gauss firepower. Although Gauss firepower smashed many of them into pieces, thousands of people fell down in just a few minutes. The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the miserable green lightning weapon passed through the crowd, harvesting lives.
Relying on determination and courage, the Orps Death Army still flooded the battlefield like a tide. They stepped over the wreckage of the scarab and arrived in front of the towering base of the pyramid. The immortals continued to resist. Many of them were defeated by fierce crossfire, and the Gaussian weapons in their hands were also constantly killing, but after each human soldier was killed, there were several places to pick them up.
Marco Hughes was still holding the flag. He was very lucky. He was not killed or injured. It might be because he carried the flag and the soldiers spontaneously surrounded him and resisted the fatal attack for him.
At this time, the feeling of emptiness was far away from him, and another passion filled his chest.
Everyone was heading side by side, and the shooting time was already over. There was still sporadic artillery fire behind them, but now the battle distance has been shortened, and many people have picked up swords or engineer shovels.
There will be a hand-to-hand battle soon, which will be very tragic. There is no skill, and it depends entirely on a sense of courage.
In such a battle, the flag will play a key role. In the chaos, the soldiers rely on the flag to identify the direction and gather around him.
Soon, the metal skeleton aliens were approaching. They looked so thin and fragile, but everyone knew that metals were generally harder than bones and flesh. What they had to do was to hit the stone with eggs.
"Run!!!"
The soldiers roared like bulls and moved forward with all their might. Gauss attacked again, and another group of people died, and then the two sides collided.
Engineers shovels, chainsaw swords and bayonets thumped at the defenders frantically, as if they were pieces of metal on an anvil ready to be smashed into pieces at any time.
The pyramid was close at hand, and on the left wing, the raid troops had almost rushed to the first stairs, and in the chaos, Marco Hughes seemed to have glimpsed the alien commander, which was almost the highest position of the pyramid, and the metal cloak swayed in the strong wind blowing from the explosion, surrounded by his bodyguards holding shields and glittering all over his body.
"Battleman! Go to die!"
A roar attracted Marco Hughes's attention. A soldier in front of him was waving a chainsaw sword that was unknown where he came from. He roared angrily. An immortal tried to hit him with a weapon, but was broken by the chainsaw and fell to the ground.
But another bladed weapon suddenly slashed down from the soldier's left shoulder, almost cutting into his chest. The soldier screamed and hit the other immortal's head with a chainsaw, then knocked down the other person, and slashed the other person's neck again and again with a chainsaw, until all his blood was spilled on the limp alien.
Marco Hughes realized he was already at the center of the melee.
"Sir——"
At this time, a man climbed to Marco Hughes's feet and grabbed his calves, which scared Marco Hughes to raise his sword.
Then he noticed that this was his own person. The man was pierced by some weapon from his neck to his stomach, his intestines leaked out, and he was still talking nonsense in a terrible way.
"...I, kill, I, the alien was destroyed..."
Realizing that the other party recognized him as an officer, Marco Hughes quickly nodded to express his tribute, and then sent the other party to the throne with a precise sword. This is the duty of all officers. Although he was not actually, he felt that he should fulfill this obligation.
"May the throne accept your soul..."
Marco Hughes mumbled, then strode forward.
In all directions, the Immortals' defenses were shaken, and they were hit hard on each front and eventually pushed to the pyramid.
"Roar! Rush up and destroy it!"
When they came to this mysterious alien building, the black stairs and stone walls were already covered with potholes, traces of early shelling were everywhere, and the destroyed arches were full of metal wreckage. Because the crowd was crowded, it was difficult to gain a foothold. Marco Hughes often felt that he staggered because the crowd around him pushed him forward.
The ladder he was on was as wide as two tanks, but due to the limited road, so many people had to squeeze on it, and some engineers had begun to look for broken points to install hot melt bombs.
On the other side of the pyramid, the sound of fighting can also be heard. The defenders may have been driven away, but obviously the resistance continues.
After some pushing and cursing, Marco Hughes finally arrived at the second stage of the pyramid. He inserted the flag into a gap and waved his sword.
"Brothers! Work harder! I'm going to win soon!"
Although it is full of noise and noise, the pyramid still makes people feel gloomy and lonely for some reason. The dull black rock is its main body. What's even more weird is that each side is decorated with narrow windows. The only thing that is thankful is that once it comes to it, its weapons seem to no longer work.
From the ground, the place is like a large group of thick towers, everything is tall, narrow and tormenting, and those weapons are simply invisible.
Only on the spire of the tower stands a strange bulb-like object, a cold green light shining from it.
The soldiers struggled to climb the stairs, every bridge, every arch, every pillar...
Chapter completed!