The shells fell on the position like raindrops, and the impact of the air waves caused almost no inch of soil on the ten-kilometer-long defense line to be solid.
"Political Commissar of Arrek! The enemy's offensive is too fierce! All the casualties of all troops have exceeded half!"
In the temporary command, a man with a moxie's dry head, wearing a leather jacket, and with obvious characteristics of a gang member, was shouting at the communicator.
Even so, his voice was often covered by explosions that were close to him.
Then, a tough and steady voice came from one end of the communicator.
"Your place is the southern gate of the upper nest! No mistakes are allowed! I don't want your casualties! Where is Mek? Let him answer!"
The man shouted to the left and right:
"Boss Mek! Boss Mek!!"
But no one responded, and a few seconds later, a young soldier ran over.
"Sir! Commander Meck has just led the team in person!"
"Die ahhh!"
Blood Hook helped Boss Meck jump into the trench and cut off the neck of a butt sperm in front of him. The chainsaw sword in his hand roared towards the enemy.
He swung the chainsaw sword in his right hand and held a cruel sharp hook in his left hand, cutting several enemies into two pieces.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!
Another enemy rushed towards him and tried to swing a big knife at him. Meck hooked the enemy's weapon with a hook, and then used a chainsaw sword to knock the opponent's head into blood mist.
This was the most difficult battle that Meck had ever encountered in his life.
In order to defend their positions, they had to fight out a bloody path in the narrow trenches while fighting back the green skins that were constantly attacking.
For two weeks, they arrived at least more than three million green-skinned attacks, and the power in his hands was only the surviving members of the Blood Hook Gang and other scattered 40,000 to 50,000 troops.
This was almost impossible to win the battle. He even fought for two days and two nights without sleep. His arms and back were covered with various potions.
"Boss! Be careful! There are not many of us in front of you!"
His bodyguard followed him closely, firing at the enemy with a compact automatic shotgun.
This gun was originally from the local armory, but now everyone is a soldier, and the armory has become a public area.
This bodyguard is also a brave man. He often shoots at a very close distance. His first shot hits the center of the enemy's eyes, and another shot knocks down the enemy. He adds another shot on the face before the enemy can get up.
The soldiers fought in trenches three meters wide and five meters deep, and they were facing a group of monsters.
"Kill! Kill!!"
Meck, who had been injected with an overdose, gradually showed signs of losing control. He howled while cutting an unlucky Oak in half with a screaming chainsaw sword.
He bumped into the trench and tripped over the young soldier who was charging with him.
The boy groped in the muddy trench ground and grabbed a laser gun that originally belonged to the dead.
Just as he raised his gun, another greenskin opened fire at him above the trench, but unexpectedly it was empty.
The boy quickly fired a shot, and the laser hit the enemy's neck. The beast fell down with his wound. The boy could not dodge and was crushed to the ground by the enemy's weight, and his face was pressed on the muddy mud.
The sewage mixed with mud and blood flowed into his mouth. He immediately coughed and tried to jump up, but hit Mek.
"Hurry down!"
Meck slapped him to the ground, and a gang member next to him carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder.
In the midst of the improper precise blow, the man pulled the trigger and the rocket exploded a green-skinned armored vehicle that was firing, and a large number of indescribable things turned into countless pieces.
"Kill all the green stuff ah ah ah!"
Meck cut open the rushing enemy like a sickle.
He smiled, his body full of enemy blood, and he waved his chainsaw sword, killing quickly for a moment.
Beside him, the boy with a sludge face grabbed the laser gun and staggered to follow the large army, their goal being to regain a trench that had just been lost.
After arriving at the predetermined location, soldiers and gang members began to look for bunkers to shoot. For a moment, a fierce laser fire flashed on the battlefield, and the light reflected the cold light of the green-skinned blade.
Mek suddenly lowered his head, looked at the sixteen-year-old boy, and suddenly reached out to grab the gun, still on the mud cover.
"Do you think you are a warrior?"
"Yes, sir."
"real?"
"Yes!"
"That's a big deal! Little brat, I remember you're from the military band! Now play quickly, hurry up, let the melody lead us to victory!"
Looking at the chief with a blue vein on his face, the boy was a little scared. He felt that the person was in a wrong state, like a drunkard, or a drug addict.
So he trembled and took out the harp from his backpack, and then gently fiddled it, the sound was like a dead person making it.
Then he started playing, a local folk song.
The young minstrel left to join the war, and in the ranks of death, you will find him-
He was bound with his father's sword, and there were harps and trolls on his back.
The land of singing, the brave poet said.
Even if all the people in the world betray you, at least one sword will defend your justice, and at least one person will play the harp and praise you.
The poet fell, but his pride could not be taken away by the shackles.
He tore the strings off and left in the utmost sound of his beloved harp.
He said, no shackles can defile you, your soul full of love and courage, the song is sung for purity and freedom, and will never groan like a slave!
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This song is often used in taverns to liven up the atmosphere, and people often drink, clink glasses, and bless each other under the melody.
When Mek heard the melody, he grimaced, raised his head and laughed, pierced a tube of potion on his chest, and rushed into the enemy group.
The militia also began to hum songs, and the guns in their hands kept firing, just like sad songs echoing on the battlefield.
Suddenly, a large-scale artillery fire came, and the boy's body was blown away by the shock wave generated by the explosion in the distance. The explosion directly exploded a 20-meter-wide hole, and a large piece of soil flew into the sky with him.
Then, he was hit hard on the ground, dizzy, and he instinctively buried his head in the mud, begging him to get rid of the nightmare
The boy lay on the soil for a while and miraculously survived.
When he sat up, he found that the fire was hit and everyone else who charged with him was dead.
Then the boy heard the horrific movement of metal crushing the soil and the body. He lay on the edge of the trench and saw some huge barrel-shaped machinery slowly approaching-