Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

The company commander listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver and stood there in a daze, unable to move for a long time. Reading books ()

"How is it, company commander? How is the effect this time?"

"Rayleigh, did the old fat man send anyone? I told you long ago that he is a weakling. You have to spray him hard. It won't work to beg him like a grandfather last time."

"Hey, look at Rayleigh's silly look. He must be crazy with joy. What's wrong? Did the legion commander send a large force to support us?"

Company commander Rayleigh hung up the phone and looked at his comrades around him.

This is the interval between battles. If the prediction is correct, there are still five minutes before the next attack by the orcs. Of course, it doesn't matter if the prediction is wrong. The orcs just crossed the trench full of corpses, flooded this temporary small front-line command post, directly penetrated the defense line that no longer existed, and then crushed the lonely legion commander behind them to death.

There were only eleven soldiers left in the entire command post, including the company commander Reilly Scott, the medical soldier Pizo Skalia, and the signalman Jerry Bullock, who did not need to pick up weapons in the battle, but even these people were now injured.

These soldiers had experienced a battle like purgatory. The green orcs were so brutal and strong, but in the face of the orcs' tidal impact, the soldiers did not retreat. Of course, it must be said that this had a lot to do with the political commissar. In the defense half a day ago, the political commissar used his pistol to shoot no less than twenty cowardly soldiers in succession, successfully inspiring the morale of all the soldiers in the company, and then the poor political commissar died in a counterattack.

The following war was cruel and long, and people could not feel the end. The soldiers had no time to feel tired or afraid. They could only devote themselves to the battle, mechanically pulling the trigger, and repelling the enemy's wave after wave of attacks until now.

No soldier living here cares about his own life or death. So many people have died, so many brothers have died in front of them. After seeing so many deaths, death is no longer scary and mysterious. Death is nothing to these soldiers. What's more important is that it is an impossible task to hold the front line.

They are eager for reinforcements to arrive, so that the soldiers can complete the mission, and perhaps, there will be a chance to survive.

All the soldiers looked at the company commander, their eyes were full of expectation and desire.

"Of course," the leader smiled confidently and said loudly: "As long as we hold out for another hour, no, just half an hour will do, as long as we hold out for another half an hour, reinforcements will arrive!"

"Ha, they are finally coming."

"It will be bad if they don't come soon. Half an hour means two waves of attacks. If we hurt the orcs, maybe one wave of attacks. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Reinforcements should arrive. We have been holding out for so long. Even a snail should be able to get reinforcements."

But everyone knew in their hearts that they couldn't hold out for more than half an hour. They didn't even have much chance to block the next wave of attacks. With only eleven people, they couldn't stop the orcs' tidal-like impact.

Reilly Scott took a deep breath, suppressed his disgust for himself, suppressed the pain deep in his heart, gritted his teeth, and put a smile on his face: "Then we are still waiting, everyone check your weapons, and then go and [fuck] those orcs to death, let them know who the real master of this land is."

"Ura!!!"

"Fuck them!"

"I can't wait."

The soldiers all shouted inspiring words in a weak voice, and at the same time, the sound of guns being disassembled and assembled rang out in the room. After a while, everyone's weapons were checked. The soldiers found a place in the room and sat down crookedly, adjusting their status, waiting for the company commander's order.

"Okay, after the weapons are checked, let's pray together, with me." So everyone in the command post struggled to half-kneel on the ground, and began to pray in a low voice with the company commander. The company commander said one sentence, and the soldiers said one sentence. There were no priests and pastors here, nor solemn auditoriums. The prayers were short, but solemn and solemn.

Rayleigh licked his dry lips and said hoarsely: "I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of evil."

The soldiers chanted in unison: "I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of evil."

The company commander's voice gradually became louder: "Because the sacred emperor will come for me."

The voices of the soldiers also became excited: "Because the sacred emperor will come for me."

The company commander used up all his strength and began to roar: "Fear is like nothingness, because I have great faith."

The small command post echoed with the fearless voices of the soldiers: "Fear is like nothingness, because I have great faith."

Very good, morale is still high, Rayleigh nodded secretly, but he fell into confusion again, what's the use? Because of his lies, everyone will die in battle, no one here can survive, they will all die tragically under the orcs' axes.

But at least, these soldiers all died gloriously following themselves. As for what will happen to the legion after his death? That's not something he can worry about.

"Well, let's show these orcs what a real warrior is."

Just as the words fell, the communicator in the room rang.

Rayleigh frowned. Who would call here at this time? Did the legion commander want to collect the last words of the soldiers?

He stood up shakily and picked up the receiver. The legion commander's excited voice came from the microphone: "Rayleigh, is it Rayleigh?"

"Ah, it's me. Did the legion commander forget to say anything?"

"Haha, you are not dead yet, you bastard. Good news, your support is on the way."

"Oh?" This is really super good news that shocked those who have already died. Rayleigh's heart, which has been numbed by pain, seemed to be revived. It jumped up. He suppressed his inner excitement and asked: "Who? How many people? When will they arrive?"

"Who? I didn't say that, but there are really not many people." The legion commander smiled and said proudly: "If nothing unexpected happens, there should be only one person supporting you."

Rayleigh almost fainted on the spot. Is he trying to kill himself before the orcs kill him? He didn't reply, threw down the receiver, took out his pistol, and smashed the communicator to pieces with a few shots!

"Brothers, go!"

The soldiers picked up their weapons and entered the last two intact bunkers. With only a dozen people, it was impossible to put them on the vast front line. The thin defense line would be like a delicate girl, pushed down by the strong orcs. Even the cross defense line formed by these last two bunkers was still weak for the surging orcs.

Rayleigh knew that this was just the last struggle in despair.

Not long after entering the front line, the soldiers saw the green waves rushing towards them from afar, just like the sea washing the beach. This time, the orcs concentrated unprecedented military strength and launched a charge against the defense line where Rayleigh was. When the endless green orcs charged towards the defense line with only eleven people, all the soldiers sighed softly in their hearts.

Then the prayer chanted not long ago rang in their hearts, "I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of evil, because the Holy Emperor will come for me."

Yes, even if it is death, it will return gloriously to the arms of the God-Emperor.

"Ready!" The voice of the company commander began to tremble, but his command was still steady. "Ready, everyone, don't rush to fire, wait, wait, we have to give these orcs a pain at once. Yes, wait..."

Then the company commander Rayleigh's hand swung down violently, and he stretched out his soul and roared, "Fire!"

Almost at the same time, in accordance with his order, the six machine guns in the bunker that were specially concentrated began to fire, and the sound of bangs began to vibrate in people's ears continuously. The bullets tilted out like a storm, and the tracer bullets mixed in the bullets drew the trajectory in front of everyone, forming a long chain with golden flashes.

The six long chains swayed and swayed, crushing and tearing all the green creatures that approached. The bright red blood and broken limbs scattered everywhere. The orcs were slaughtered in batches, but this could not stop the pace of the orcs' attack. They fanatically let out terrible roars!

"WAGGGH!!!"

Then the orcs who fell into madness continued to move forward stepping on the meat and the blood that flooded to their ankles. They waved their machetes and continued to move forward without caring about the death net woven by the six machine guns.

The battle had just begun, and the company commander was already terrified because he saw the intention of these orcs. This group of green-skinned monsters did not use hot weapons to fight against the soldiers. The orcs used the most primitive cold weapons to charge directly during this attack. Countless green-skinned orcs held machetes and charged in the direction of the ruins. These orcs vowed to pull out these stubborn human shrimps one by one and chop them into meat paste.

The six iron chains fired by the machine guns formed a death net, but they could not stop the orcs' charge that was surging like a tide.

The sound of orcs chopping the gate with machetes could be heard from the gate of the bunker, and outside another bunker that was visible, it was already crawling with green-skinned orcs, like dirty green moss that suddenly grew.

Rayleigh sighed, found a multi-pocket combat uniform from the room and put it on himself, and then stuffed grenades into the pockets of the combat uniform one by one.

There was no way out, no hope of survival, so in this case, these green-skinned beasts could not have an easy time!

But at this moment, the noise on the battlefield suddenly stopped, and the orcs who were surging like a tide no longer rushed forward fiercely. Except for the roaring machine guns, all the orcs were silent.

The orcs all held machetes in their hands, opened their mouths wide, tilted their heads back, and stared blankly at the sky. They didn't even care about the enemies in front of them and the roaring firepower, they just opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the sky.