An all-too-familiar sound erupted from afar, it was the angry war cry of a green-skinned leader.
If the sub-zero temperatures in the upper levels of the hive city weren't enough to cool the blood, then this alien roar would certainly do the trick.
Then, more inhuman roars vibrated the air, passing through the smoke and rushing directly into the ears of the anxious guards, conveying the signal to start the war.
Hartman tapped Eli's communicator with his finger and said:
"Help me keep updating the status of the 1st and 4th companies. I need to know the battle situation of their defense lines. I don't want any surprises."
"Understood, sir."
Hartmann looked up at the sky. The night had darkened the sky, and the wind had calmed down a bit. So he spoke to the company command channel again:
"Brothers, get ready."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
In the blink of an eye, a large group of greenskins rushed through the smoke and rushed towards the last position of the 9th Hades Infantry Regiment. There were thousands of them.
The soldiers began to fire concentrated fire as the greenskins got closer, carving black scars on the wall of flesh. Although such a barrage of light guns was more than enough to stop a human army, the charge of these greenskins
But there was almost no stagnation.
Laser guns can cut off or scorch targets, but they lack the powerful impact of physical ammunition. The greenskins simply don't care about minor injuries, and the desire to fight is still burning in their red eyes.
Hartmann also pointed his pistol at a greenskin, slowed his breathing, aimed at the target, and then pulled the trigger.
The pistol jumped violently, and a blood mist rose from where the beast's head once was. The heavy body continued to run, the legs were still moving, and the muscles were executing the last instructions of the brain that no longer existed, so more
The bullet penetrated its head until its skull was opened.
Eventually, the headless body stumbled over the tangled barbed wire, spraying a stream of red mist before falling into the trench.
Steaming red liquid gushes out of the corpse. Even through his scarf, Hartman can smell the pungent smell of the fungus inside the green skin, but there is no time to stand in a daze. More green skins are boiling.
Rush towards the destroyed fortifications.
"Heavy-duty woodcutter, shoot these beasts from the side!"
Under Hartmann's order, the silent heavy woodcutter opened fire. They were deployed on both sides of the position, using crossfire to make the charging beasts pay a heavy price, falling one after another.
Even though they were less than fifty meters away from the last trench, the first charge was still broken up, and the remaining greenskins turned around and ran quickly to join the second wave of charges.
The angry chatter of the heavy logging guns ceased.
"Well done, but no time to celebrate!"
Another green tide has broken out.
"Second wave, everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes."
As he spoke, he took a new magazine from his coat pocket and shoved it where it belonged.
If the first wave of greenskins looked big and ferocious, they were little more than the swarming dark-skinned beasts now.
These are big guys, with arms bulging out from muscles swollen to abnormal proportions. They are all wearing rough armor made of scrap metal and leather bolted together. Unless it hits the head, the laser gun will not hurt.
As far as they are concerned, at most the iron pieces will be heated up and penetrated.
And these crazy greenskins who are eager to fight don't care about scalding a piece of skin at all. They will absorb all the light bullets and rush straight to the top of the Nine Regiment's heads.
"I need heavy bolters to focus on those armored bastards, and leave the rest to mortars and lasguns, got it? Pyro, wait for orders, don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need medium-range suppressive fire
, focus your fire to attack the enemies gathered together, and just like before, don’t use grenades indiscriminately!”
Soon, heavy weapons teams were ready at various locations along the defense line.
The second wave of greenskins also approached quickly while firing fiercely in the general direction of the trench. The bullets hit the sandbags and made the soldiers lower their necks.
"Don't be afraid! They can't even hit an Ogryn at this range—"
While Hartmann was saying this, a soldier a few meters away to his right was thrown against the back wall of the trench with a force that could break bones. The body immediately fell to the ground, with half of his head missing, as if it had been hit by something.
It looked like something had taken a hard bite.
Within a few seconds, a dozen more soldiers in the distance from the trench fell. Once hit by green-skinned bullets, they would be fatally injured.
Hartman returned the pistol to the holster, grasped the hilt of the power sword hanging on his left hip, and used force to free his blade.
He could hear the company's NCOs shouting slogans of courage as the greenskins jumped over banks of barbed wire and sandbags. Some felled by the barbed wire, while others used their backs as a way to pass through the danger.
The hooked bridge board was trampled directly from above.
"Grenade!"
When the first greenskin leaped to a distance of thirty meters, all the soldiers threw the grenades in their hands in unison.
boom----!
Amidst a series of roars, the wave of greenskins at the front were blown off their feet, causing heavy casualties.
"Pyrotroopers! Guard the entrance to the trench, don't let those beasts turn in from the side!"
There were too many greenskins. In addition to the large group of enemies on the front, there were also many greenskins appearing from the sides of the defense line, trying to get directly into the trenches. Moreover, as night fell, Hartman was unable to observe how many enemies were detouring to the sides.
In fact, without looking, just by hearing the roar, Hartman knew that the few people left on the side could not stop him at all.
"Get a damn Pyro, now!"
At this time, some greenskins had already jumped into the trench, and Hartman's eyes widened when he saw them.
Even from a greenskin perspective, that guy was a giant, with abnormally proportioned muscles that were much stronger than the largest of the 9th Infantry Regiment. Almost no one in the trenches could stop it.
But a moment later, the fire-breathing soldiers hurried over and opened fire.
A stream of hot promethium fuel spurted out along the trench, greedily devouring the enemy's flesh and blood. In just a few breaths, only the armor, weapons and molten iron of the iron boots were left of the original Big Brother class to prove that it had been
existed.
"More are coming!"
The fire-breathing soldier turned around and shouted:
"Only a quarter of the fuel left, sir!"
He then unleashed another stream of fire, and Hartman heard the greenskins roar rushing towards them through the roar of the flames, only to be cut off as the flames consumed everything.
After a while, as more and more greenskins jumped into the trenches, the Pyrotroopers finally ran out of fuel.
"The enemy is attacking!!"
He shouted loudly and ran back from the entrance, and soldiers with laser guns immediately stepped forward to take up his position.
"Listen up, brothers!"
Hartmann snapped over the intercom:
"Even if I die today, I will lie with you, but remember what I said before, kill every one for the sake of the Emperor and for Armageddon!"
Instantly, shouts erupted along the trenches and filled the air.
"For the Emperor! For Armageddon!!"
With a hiss, more than a dozen flares rose up, covering the earth in blood.