Before reaching the position of the 9th Infantry Regiment, thousands of greenskins had been killed. They died under the death fire network formed by the slopes and angles, but they still had an absolute numerical advantage.
Now, they are approaching the forward position.
"Come on! Come on, everyone! I will see that there is no blood on the axe, and labor will fuck its corpse!!"
The green-skinned leader Vargo led the commandos to rush towards the defensive position of the 9th Regiment. A laser penetrated his armor-covered shoulder and burned through one of his arms, but it did not shake him at all.
He turned around quickly, and when his men arrived, he fired two shots at the shrimp.
The huge double-barreled pistol spit out flames and directly blew the soldier's upper body to pieces.
In Vargo's eyes, any shrimp is just an ant. They can only hide in the house because they are too cowardly. Thinking of these, anger, bloodlust, greed, rage...all kinds of emotions passed through the body of the green-skinned leader.
After rushing into the position, he wielded his battle ax and slashed left and right, knocking down the corpses of the surrounding soldiers.
Maybe the shrimps will use all their skills to fight to the end, but they are light infantry, wearing light military uniforms, and their physical fitness and recovery power are far from comparable to the green and powerful Orks.
No matter how many boys are sacrificed, victory is still victory. The ruthless punishment of these weak shrimps is the meaning of the battle.
Victory belongs to them!
"Hold on! Don't mess up!"
Hartmann was still standing at the front line commanding. Just twenty meters in front of him, a soldier had thrust his bayonet into the first greenskin who rushed towards the trench.
The second soldier inserted the bayonet into the green-skinned thigh, then used the bayonet to slit the throat covered under the armor of the helmet, and then Hartmann shot the twitching beast in the face.
Now, the battle situation has become intense, with close combat and hand-to-hand combat everywhere, humans and beasts fighting in the trenches, and screams and roars happening one after another.
The line between man and beast becomes blurred here.
The recruit Glass, who had narrowly escaped death with him, was shot in the head by a bullet after killing three grats and a greenskin.
Hartman looked at Rags and thought to himself that he hoped he could retrieve the opponent's dog tags some time.
However, there are more and more enemy troops on the battlefield, and time and space have become increasingly urgent.
This is the heat of battle, the white-hot battlefield burning with the flames of hatred - although many soldiers will talk about it, few have experienced it.
Hartman punched through the chest of a grunt two meters away, and then stabbed the command knife into the lower jaw of a greenskin who was about to chop him down.
Suddenly, he felt a stream of heat flowing down his back, so he turned around, only to see a huge creature rushing towards him like an angry hill.
This is the largest greenskin currently on the battlefield, and it is obviously going to be a one-on-one battle between commanders.
"Hold!"
The creature that rushed towards him was a big man, its bulging muscles were almost like a rock. Even the statues in the square looked insignificant next to this monster.
Compared with humans, it looks more like a giant ape. From the front, you can barely see its neck, only its huge head, and a pair of small, round red eyes under its exaggerated eyebrows.
The lively green skins are always full of hatred, and their whole body reveals an instinctive cunning, which may make up for their lack of intelligence.
Although he is large, he is agile and has an advantage that is incompatible with his appearance. Every action is focused on saving energy and ensuring accuracy.
What frightened Hartman the most was undoubtedly the huge power contained and unleashed by those bulky muscles, which could be concentrated on one point - if he was hit, it would mean death.
"Sir!"
The messenger Eli climbed out of the trench, holding a laser gun in his hand, as if he wanted to fight alongside Hartman.
But Hartmann kicked him back into the trench.
"Don't cause trouble! Hide!"
Hartmann's thumb pulled the command sword switch. As a regimental officer, he was naturally assigned a chain sword.
Having been an ordinary person all his life, he had no choice but to imagine that one day he would wield a chain sword.
Then, he checked the laser pistol again to confirm the condition of the ammunition inside - he immediately felt more at ease with the weapon in hand.
Bang bang bang————!
Suddenly, several loud noises made Hartman shrink his neck. There was no doubt that the greenskin was close enough for the crude weapons in his hands to fire, but fortunately, it turned out that most greenskins did not have the brains to aim and shoot.
, the ridiculously deflected bullet exploded a few meters away from Hartmann.
Even so, the sound of the explosion made it very excited, and its speed accelerated, and it soon climbed up the slope where Hartmann was.
Under the firelight, the melee weapon it held in its other hand shone brightly. Those short-handled giant axes were more like kitchen utensils than should appear on the battlefield.
"I hope you're ready to go to hell."
Hartmann immediately fired with his pistol, and the laser hit the monster's torso, penetrating the weak points of its armor and leaving burning bullet holes in its dense flesh.
But the wound that usually brought down a person only barely slowed down its speed, and its high fighting spirit did not weaken at all, as if the bullet only succeeded in irritating it.
"Waaaaagh!"
It shouted a war cry inspired by pain and anger, which was enough to make anyone who faced it unforgettable - nothing is more terrifying than hundreds of greenskins roaring at once.
"Fuck you!"
Hartmann used his chainsword to parry a terrifying blow from the giant axe, and then used the laser pistol in his other hand to fire four or five rounds at the exposed abdomen of the owner of the giant axe.
But this only made him stagger a few times, and then he opened his surprisingly large mouth, shouted a bone-shaking war cry, and pressed towards Hartmann.
For a moment, Hartman's eyes were filled with sharp fangs and a throat that looked like it could swallow him whole.
At this critical moment, a thunderbolt passed by and struck the green skin directly, making it freeze in place.
Almost without thinking, Hartmann raised his pistol with his left hand and fired a burst of fire, directly hitting the smelly mouth.
The green-skinned head exploded from behind, and brains burst out of the wound.
It staggered lifelessly, stared at Hartman in surprise for a while, and then fell down.
Feeling the scorching power of the lightning a few seconds ago, Hartman turned around and saw a cloaked figure appearing behind the position.
Then, the man clenched his hands into fists, and a frightening force visible to the naked eye roared out from under his cloak. At the same time, a shocking gust of wind blew up on the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud.
Suddenly the sky and the earth were darkened, and there was no light from the sun or the moon.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the strong wind quickly sublimated and transformed, forming a huge tornado with a diameter of more than one kilometer, mixed with lightning and sand, and swept towards the direction of the greenskins. Many greenskins were caught off guard.
When it came down, it was swept into the air.
The tornado even rolled all the way to the greenskin position, destroying many artillery pieces.
Without follow-up support, the greenskins who had just rushed into position were quickly wiped out by the defenders.
But Hartman's attention was no longer on the green skin. He just stared at the figure and murmured to himself in a slightly unbelievable tone: