The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Half a minute later, an order from Colonel Vader, the commander of the 4337 Infantry Regiment, came from the radio.

The assault began five minutes later.

The whole regiment was the same as the previous troops, rushing into the line of fire and seeing what would happen.

Miller deployed the heavy weapons team in his company to a predetermined position.

, Took his radio pickup away from his mouth, put the whistle to his mouth, took a deep breath of extremely dry air, and waited for a long time he thought.

The shelling stopped.

Didi——!

Miller blew his whistle vigorously.

The sharp whistles spread around the team, and without hesitation, the soldiers screamed and rushed to the heights of the trenches.

Then came the firing sounds of various automatic firepower and the screams of personnel.

It didn't take long for Miller and his command team to dig out of the trenches.

They were at the top of the **** leading to the potholes hit by the enemy's shells, and there were all enemy fire spots in front of them.

The machine gun of a bunker two hundred meters away was spouting fire, and Miller tried not to shrink back in front of the firepower of the heavy explosive projectile that shredded the ground.

"Class 5, kill that bunker!"

Miller yelled to his radio, and then the thick smoke from the rocket launcher blocked his sight.

The fire support team fired a rocket at the bunker, and he couldn't see the explosion when the rocket hit the target in the dense smoke.

When the smoke from the rocket dissipated, he saw that the bunker had become a ruin with black smoke, and Miller felt that his breathing became easier.

"Second row, for the glory of the emperor and the 4337 regiment, go forward!"

His men followed him down the slope, various weapons fired at his side, and then mortars and rockets roared behind the enemy's line of defense.

Although the 4377 regiment rushed to the edge of the enemy's defense line, it was still defeated in front of various heavy firepower.

Today’s situation is like a massacre, just like yesterday, just like yesterday.

Another day of failure.

The layout of the camp is the kind of horizontal and vertical network. Every intersection has a lamp post. In addition to the pungent smell of the human body, it is the smell of the generator burning fossil fuel.

Their feet rattled in the dust, and Miller felt his feet sink into the ground.

He kept his head down so that the dust would not fall into his eyes.

He wanted to know what the other officers who came to the council tent thought, but no one said it, just immersed in everyone's own pain.

Today's failure is too heavy.

Sometimes, he even missed the angels he had seen before-and unfortunately, the Astartes left after saving the landing zone, which should be to perform more important tasks.

But in this embarrassing situation, it seems difficult to break the deadlock without external force.

A loud noise suddenly awakened Miller from thinking. He looked up and found that a strange guy was watching.

"Then let me show them."

There was something triumphant in the man's words, and he waved his arm at some big guy.

Miller stepped forward and vaguely saw a huge monster, the size of which was as big as an officer's big tent.

After pushing away from the crowd, he first saw the tracks of the super heavy tank, which was almost as wide as the bed on which he slept, blocking the briefing tent on the other side.

He took a step back to take a better look at the tank.

This guy’s track is two people tall, and the big one makes him a short man. The huge turret occupies the front superstructure of this tank. The dual heavy automatic guns protrude from the sides of the car body, and the front armor Above it is a heavy flamethrower, with a huge main gun protruding from the top of the turret.

"When did this thing drive in?"

An officer asked curiously.

"An hour ago."

The man standing in front of the tank said:

"It was the Astarte battle group, which directly teleported these guys to the landing area, and then these big guys drove here all the way."

"What type of heavy tank is this? I don't think I have seen it before, so let's use this to lay down the enemy's front?"

Miller later asked, because the armored assault was not tried before, but it was ineffective at all. The wreckage of the charred Chimera personnel carrier piled up a lot in front of the enemy's defense line.

"I just heard that this is a Makado heavy tank, a very old tank, and not one, but twelve."

The introduced officer became excited.

"A whole battalion of super heavy tanks, um, those green-skinned **** can't stop our cavalry from rolling forward this time, it's absolutely impossible."

Miller was a little unsure about this, but he was still in awe of these war machines just like everyone else.

They kept watching these tanks until the military police came to drive people-they didn't make it to the meeting site in time.

"Ahem--"

The dense clouds in the conference tent make people feel very uncomfortable. There is also moisture and heat emitted from the human body.

A hologram placed on the central chart table flickered the image.

The tent was very crowded, not to mention that the officers of the 4377 regiment tried to squeeze forward to make it look better and clearer, and Miller was directly pushed aside.

The colonel and his men leaned on the edge of the table, looking angrily at the image displayed on the holograph.

In fact, there is not much content above. They are all naval battles. Human warships and green-skinned warships have erupted in multiple sea battles around a planet and several satellites, and the orbit is full of various debris.

Of the 5 satellites, 2 have been captured, but there are still 3 stubbornly resisting in the negative corner. Their resistance has allowed Greenskin to gain more time, and the surrounding form of the Fran Galaxy is further deteriorating.

The green skins of other galaxies have begun to participate in the battle. War is to green skins just like flowers are to bees.

Finally, it was the sullen face of Lord Magyar, the commander of the Ascetic Band.

He only said four words.

Quick decision.

"Yesterday we killed more than two thousand people."

The colonel turned off the camera and turned to the officers.

He is a veteran with a gray beard, and the skin on his face is full of wrinkles due to age.

"This attack has dragged on for too long, guys, you see those heavy tanks too, they are from the armored assault battalion of the Star Knights, and Colonel Lucian is their commander."

Then, from the corner of the tent,

Stand up alone.

He was wearing a long coat with the epaulettes and collar badges of the tank commander. The style of the badge was the same as theirs, but the pattern on it was very strange-two silver crossed swords.

Miller not only recalled those angelic symbols.

The officers in the tent turned to look at him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then the man spoke.

"Gentlemen, until tomorrow, either the green skins in that place will be eradicated, or we are just getting a glorious death in the process of trying to eradicate them."

What the tall man said was straightforward and pure, with an unshakable determination that made everyone cheer up.

The colonel nodded.

"Do you all understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The officers of the 4337 regiment responded neatly.

"Then this is the latest plan, to overturn all the alien rats and send them all to the sky with tanks!!"

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