Chapter 3224 Beast Killing at Blackwater Bay (Part 2)
"Beasts! Beasts! We must kill all these beasts!"
Watching the greenskins slaughtering the wounded soldiers who could not retreat, Donchev gritted his teeth with hatred. He had seen too many such atrocities, too many. They would even take the babies away from their mothers' arms and kick them around like balls.
Go, they seem to fight just for fun, reveling in meaningless slaughter - and
He could only watch helplessly as they killed people and laughed wildly, as if the pain and death of war were just a game. (Even according to gw's portrayal, the greenskins are a race with more animality than the so-called "joyfulness". Many writers
Everyone will ignore this, Lao Mo still has to remind everyone)
The soldiers had received the order and rushed towards him. Unfortunately, people are fast and slow after all, but the bullets did not wait for anyone. The big green-skinned gun exploded like some kind of heavy drum beat. In an instant, the trench was filled with a storm of metal.
They didn't bother to aim at all, and fired randomly from left to right, regardless of accuracy or ammunition capacity.
Despite this, the roaring rain of bullets still claimed the lives of countless soldiers. The unfortunate ones were shot all over, crying and screaming, with holes the size of fists exploding in their chests and abdomen, and juice splashed like a smashed melon. The lucky ones
In some cases, the bullet penetrates directly into the back of the head, and in the blink of an eye the skull bursts, the eyes burst out, and the brains are scattered, red, white, and black all flying together. Death is faster than being disemboweled.
"Fight to the death!"
Dunchev gritted his teeth and fired at the herd until the battery bottomed out again, then ran into the open door, and then quickly climbed up the stairs to the top of the wall, but this was not a safe place, there were groans and misery everywhere.
Shouting, a soldier walked around blankly holding his severed arm. As a result, his foot slipped and he fell from the wall, making no movement at all.
The more than ten-meter-high protective wall is where the green-skinned cannonballs and rockets are focused. They all have a habit of "shooting high". Although this wall was once known as the Immortal Wall, some key locations were even reinforced with molten iron.
, but it is not really immortal. If the cannonball hits the wall and shrapnel flies across the wall, there will be countless casualties.
"Run! Run! It's closing!"
Regardless of the danger, he stuck his head out and shouted to the soldiers outside the wall. They all wished they had more 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 shut. There were still dozens of unlucky ones who did not return in time. They sat on the ground in despair, howling or cursing wildly, but were quickly slaughtered by the greenskins.
"Be careful of shelling! Take cover!"
Dunchev heard a whistle in the air from a distance, which gradually turned into a scream. He immediately threw himself down, and then the dust erupted between the retaining wall and the green skin, and the deafening roar echoed in the air and lingered for a long time.
In a daze, he stood up from the ground and shouted quickly.
"They're coming up soon!"
The greenskin's attack pattern is very monotonous. The artillery bombards the infantry, and the infantry rushes and the artillery bombards them. Of course, it is possible that the artillery bombards the infantry as well, but no matter what the situation, the artillery bombardment must be a harbinger of their attack.
"Where's the company commander above! Where's the company commander!"
"Sir, the company commander is dead!"
"Damn it! What other heavy weapons can be used? Is the mortar team still alive? They are the only ones on the ground who can deflect fire, hurry up!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the frightened communicator in front of him and used the communicator on his back to call for support from the rear.
The combat readiness level of the army in this world is relatively poor. The artillery only has thousands of earth-shaking cannons left behind by the imperial army thousands of years ago, as well as planet-made small-caliber barrel artillery. The rest are mortars.
This time, in order to defend the Black Bay Fort, the Volga family collected thousands of artillery pieces. It was only because of the artillery that they could hold on for so long. Otherwise, it would probably take two weeks.
Soon, artillery fire roared in and hit the trench area outside the protective wall. However, by this time in the battle, there were not many artillery shells left, so it only lasted twenty seconds before stopping.
"Sir, you have to go to a safe place, here -"
"If you dare to say such words again, I will shoot you, do you understand? Stop talking nonsense and keep firing. We must die decently! Pass this on, everyone will stick to it - for the God Emperor!"
After saying that, he looked outside the protective wall. Although they had been bombarded, the trench defense line was still crowded with aliens, scrambling to be the first to rush forward. They were pushing each other, seeming to be vying for a good position to kill. They did not hesitate to step on similar parlans, and even
Before they even reached the protective wall, the furious greenskins could no longer restrain themselves and began to fight with each other.
For example, he saw a guy with skin as dark as burnt flesh, wearing a spiked helmet and heavy armor, pounced on another smaller beast on the right, wrestled with it, and tried to grab the big ax in its hand.
The small greenskin swung the ax wildly, while the big one swung the rusty machete and stabbed it into its belly. With up and down swings, it made a wide opening from the sternum to the hip bone, as easy as cutting a zipper.
Thick blood surged out, and the shiny pink intestines slid down to the smoking earth. The big orc picked up the trophy ax, roared, turned around and ran towards the wall, eager for a happy massacre.
The God-Emperor is really crazy??
Once they enter hand-to-hand combat, they have only one way to die.
"Where are the grenades! We've run out of grenades!"
"Where did the person who moved the ammunition go?"
"Then what else can we do? Evacuate to the main fort? The main cannon was almost blown to pieces by the green-skinned cannon!"
"Your mother, please give me some heavy weapons! Machine guns, blasting tubes, they can do anything! Just bring me anything! We only have big blades left!"
The voice was very noisy, but Donchev felt that he was far away from the battlefield, as if these words had nothing to do with him.
There was a strange calm in the air. Although bullets were whizzing, lasers were exploding, and the surroundings were full of noise and heat, his mind was extremely clear.
His thoughts returned to his family far away again, and he silently prayed to the God-Emperor——
At this moment, the whistling sound of the green skins was approaching. He put away his thoughts and used the telescope to see the green skins carrying rockets or engines and other things on their backs. Some green gadgets were hitting their "backpacks" with wrenches.
While making preparations, he encountered this kind of "green skin jumper" several times, and every time it caused huge trouble for their defense, and they didn't have a good way to deal with it.
"Captain! The death squads are coming!"
The adjutant hurriedly ran up the wall, but Donchev just kicked him.
"The position has been lost, what's the use of coming here!"
"There's nothing we can do, Captain, it's already a mess."
"Stop talking nonsense and put up the regimental flag."
"As you command!"
When the adjutant held the flagpole with both hands and raised the flag, Donchev stood up and raised his command knife.
"Soldiers! We have no way to escape! Our last battle is here and now!"