Before reaching the position of the Ninth Infantry Regiment, the Green Skin had already died in the battle. They died under the death firepower net formed by the slope and angle, but they still had an absolute numerical advantage.
Now, they have approached the frontier positions.
"Go! Go! Go! I'll see someone's axe without blood, and the labor and capital are fucking its corpse!!"
Green-skinned leader Valgo led the commando to the defensive position of the Ninth Regiment first. A laser light penetrated his armor-covered shoulders and burned one of his arms through, but it did not shake him at all.
He quickly turned around and fired two shots at the shrimp when his subordinates arrived.
The huge double-tube pistol spewed out flames and directly blew the soldier's upper body to pieces.
In Valgo's eyes, any shrimp is just an ant. They can only hide in the house because they are too cowardly. When they think of these, they are angry, bloodthirsty, greed, and violent... all kinds of emotions pass through the body of the green-skinned leader.
After rushing to the position, he waved his battle axe and slashed left and right, knocking down the bodies of the soldiers who surrounded him.
Perhaps the shrimps will use all their skills to fight to the end, but they are light infantrymen and wearing light military uniforms. Their physical strength and recovery are far from comparable to the green and powerful Oak.
Even if there are many kids sacrificed, victory is still victory, and the ruthless punishment for these weak shrimps is the meaning of the battle.
Victory belongs to them!
"Stay calm! Don't be confused!"
Hartman was still standing on the front line to command. Twenty meters ahead of him, a soldier had stabbed the bayonet into the first Greenskin who rushed into the trenches.
The second soldier inserted the bayonet into the green-skinned thigh, then used the bayonet to cut the throat covering the helmet armor, and then Hartman shot the face of the beast that was constantly rolling and twitching.
Now, the battle situation has become anxious, and melee battles are everywhere, humans and beasts are striking in the trenches, screams and roars are coming one after another.
The boundary between man and beast becomes blurred here.
Glas, a recruit who once survived death with him, was shot in the head by a bullet after killing three farts and one greenskin.
Hartman looked at Raggs, so he wanted to get the other person's dog tag back.
However, on the positions, there are more and more enemy troops, and time and space are becoming more and more urgent.
This is the heat of the battle. The flames of hatred are burning on the white-hot battlefield - although many soldiers will talk about it, few have experienced it.
Hartman pierced the chest of a butt sperm two meters away, and then stabbed the command knife into the lower jaw of a green-skinned who was about to chop over.
Suddenly, he felt a heat flowing down his back, so he turned around and saw a behemoth pounce on him like a hill with anger.
This is the largest green skin on the battlefield at present, and it is obviously going to have a one-on-one challenge between commanders.
"Hold!"
The creature that rushed towards him was a big man, and his muscles were almost a rock, and even the statues in the square stood beside the monster.
Compared with humans, it is more like a giant ape, with almost no neck visible from the front, only a huge head, and under the exaggerated brow bones there are small red eyes with wide open eyes.
The lively green skin is always full of resentment, and the whole body reveals an instinctive cunning, which may make up for their lack of wisdom.
Although he is very big, he is agile and has an advantage that is incompatible with his appearance. Every action focuses on saving energy and ensuring accuracy.
What scares Hartman the most is undoubtedly the huge power contained and burst out of those bulky muscles and can be concentrated at a point - if you are hit, it means that the death is coming.
"Sir!"
The messenger Eli crawled out of the trenches, holding a laser gun in his hand, as if he was going to fight alongside Hartman.
But Hartman kicked him back into the trench with one kick.
"Don't make trouble! Hide!"
Hartman pulled the command sword switch with his thumb. As a regiment-level officer, he was assigned a chainsaw sword as expected.
He has been an ordinary person all his life, and he never thought that he would have a day to wield a chainsaw sword.
Then, he checked the laser pistol again and confirmed the ammunition inside - the weapon in hand, he immediately felt much more at ease.
Bang bang bang————!
Suddenly, a few giants made Hartman shrink his neck. There was no doubt that the green skin had approached the distance that allowed the crude weapons in his hand to fire. Fortunately, it turned out that most green skins did not aim at the shooting mind, and the outrageous bullets exploded a few meters away from Hartman.
Even so, the explosion made it very excited, and it accelerated its pace and quickly climbed onto the slope where Hartman was.
Under the fire, the melee weapons it held in its other hand shone brightly, and the short-handled giant axes were more like kitchen utensils than they should have appeared on the battlefield.
"I hope you're ready to go to hell."
Hartman immediately shot with his pistol, and the laser hit the monster's torso, penetrated the weak parts of its armor, leaving burning bullet holes in its dense flesh.
But being able to knock down a person's wounds only barely slowed down its speed, and its high fighting spirit did not weaken at all, as if the bullet had only successfully angered it.
“Waaaaagh!”
It shouted the howls of war aroused by pain and anger, which was enough to make everyone who faced it unforgettable for life - nothing is more creepy than hundreds of green-skins yelling together.
"Go to Damn!"
Hartman blocked a terrifying giant axe slash with a chainsaw sword, and then used the laser pistol in his other hand to blast four or five shots at the exposed abdomen of the giant axe.
But it only made him shaking for a few moments, then opened his surprisingly big mouth, shouting a howl of bones, and pressed towards Hartman.
For a moment, Hartman's eyes were filled with sharp fangs and a throat that seemed to be able to swallow him all over.
At this critical moment, a thunder blew by and directly struck the green skin, leaving it frozen in place.
Almost without thinking, Hartman raised his pistol with his left hand, shot a little, and directly hit the stinking mouth.
Green-skin's head exploded from behind, and brain mass burst out from the wound.
Lifelessly, it staggered, stared at Hartman in surprise for a while, and fell down.
Feeling the scorching power of lightning a few seconds ago, Hartman turned around, but saw a figure in a cloak appear behind the position.
Then, the man clenched his fists with both hands, and a terrifying force visible to the naked eye roared out from under his cloak. At the same time, a shocking wind was rolled up on the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds shook.
Suddenly the heaven and earth were dark, and the sun and the moon were gone.
Just when everyone was at a loss, the strong wind quickly sublimated and transformed, forming a huge tornado mixed with lightning and sand and gravel, with a diameter of more than one kilometer, and swept towards the direction of the green skin. Many green skins were swept into the air when they were caught off guard.
The tornado even swept all the way to the green-skinned position, destroying many artillery artillery.
Losing subsequent support, the green skins who had just rushed to the position were quickly eliminated by the defenders.
But Hartman's attention was no longer on Green Skin. He just stared at the figure and muttered to himself in an incredible tone: