The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Damn it!"

Sommer already felt the shock of the falling cannonball when the hellhound rushed to the edge of the slope. On both sides of him, the two remaining hellhounds in the company were using flames to disperse the inexhaustible green skin, but too Too much, too much——

　　 He swears that he has never seen so many living creatures in his life, never.

The 　　 company originally had 8 Hellhounds, but only three of them were left after an hour of fighting, and the infantry who covered them had long been beaten into an army. Now that they can be around them, they can no longer escape.

　　 Sommer was shaking and sweating, but he was still trying to maintain it. The beams and colored spots flickered in the observation gap, and the entire row of flames illuminated the dense fog, illuminating the black skeleton of the distant starship.

　　 Everything was shaking, his mouth was dry, and the smell of rubber filled his throat.

"Be careful!"

　　 the driver screamed, pulling the car aside before hitting the wreck of a destroyed Hellhound ahead.

Sommer cursed. The green skins around him were like a herd of animals crowded and running out of the animal pen. Cannonballs exploded between them, overturning them, leaving large pieces of debris on the ground, but they didn't stop at all. The meaning of the next.

　　 "Left side!"

　　 The gunner turned the turret and threw a fire snake, and then a dozen green skins began to dance in the flames.

　　 "Insufficient reserves of promethium!"

　　 Hearing the gunner’s roar, Sommer’s eyes twitched. His superior was killed. Now he can only judge by himself. The main microphone channel is like a thick wall of jumbled noises.

　　 There are only quarrels and screams.

　　 This is not a battle, this is a chaos.

　　 Somo opened the company's channel.

　　 "We have to withdraw!"

　　 he shouted into the microphone.

　　 "Where to go?"

　　 One of them responded quickly, and Sommer only thought for three seconds.

　　 "There is also a stable front line in the northwest. There is the only retreat channel. We can go directly to Hades Nest."

"that's all?"

　　 "This is the only pity, so this is the plan, otherwise we all have to die here, this war has failed!"

　　 Somo's voice is hoarse, and he can hear the distortion of the microphone.

　　 "Retreat is the only way we can live."

"Roger that."

　　 Soon, the three Hellhounds formed an assault formation, and then turned the front of the car. The surrounding infantry immediately realized something. While cursing, they scrambled to climb onto the hot car body.

　　 Hellhounds didn’t care about so many, they speeded up and went all the way to the northwest.

　　………………

　　 Ash Plains, Position 39

　　 After a morning of chaos, the sun gradually subsided, and everyone began to bury their heads in their meals. Only the teenager Shechar raised his head to look up at Hartman from time to time.

　　 Hartman is also a little ashamed that he just spoke, but who makes him introverted? Who made him not a political commissar?

　　 But as an officer at any rate, he really couldn't let this face down.

　　 The people who felt hungry because of the previous thrilling scenes quickly gobbled up almost all the reserve ration rods, and then Hartman then said to the soldiers who had calculated various means of escape:

　　 "I'm going to find the old soldiers for some supplies."

　　 "Sir, be careful."

　　 "Go to your md."

　　 Maybe the battle this afternoon was done beautifully. The veterans had a better attitude towards him, at least they were willing to open the warehouse door for him.

　　 Obviously the old soldiers are also at dinner time, but in fact, he hasn't seen their mouths stop except during the battle.

　　 "Welcome, recruit."

　　 The veteran who is patting his shoulder armor has a large white beard. If he avoids the people from the Legal Department and the Trial Court, putting a crystal ball and opening a fortune-telling shop must be very attractive.

　　 "You performed well today, for the recruits."

　　 Hartman complained in his heart, you are a cowardly **** yourself, you obviously have a gun, but where are you holding a stick.

　　 "But after you pull the trigger, I'm afraid you have to learn to save ammunition."

　　 "Well, we just want to..."

　　 "It's okay."

　　 The bearded man waved his hand like driving away a non-existent fly in front of him.

　　 "Ammunition is for living people. What is the use of guns for dead people? Killing green skin is the first thing, right?"

　　 As he said, he patted his hands, and the two veterans behind him put down the tableware and turned back to the second floor.

　　 "I know what you are doing, don't worry, I'm already ready."

　　 Hartman smiled gratefully, not knowing how to answer.

　　 Thinking back to the contempt and hostility towards these people, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

　　 "Come, receive."

　　 The beard turned sideways and asked the two veterans to put the dark iron thing in Hartman's arms with a long series of things that looked like physical bullet chains.

"this is--"

　　 "Picked up from the pile of green skin corpses, repaired as new."

　　 The bearded face was relieved.

　　 In desperation, Hartman can only leave the warehouse with this pile of "support".

　　 At this moment, the sun is sinking, and in the distant dark night, the flash of a big battle can be seen faintly blooming on the other side of the ridge, and the sound of violent explosions and heavy impacts are also rumbling.

　　 It seems that a fierce battle is erupting not far from here, and the shock wave is distorting the air and sound.

　　 All the soldiers got up in a hurry, crowded around the garrison and looked out. The scene was chaotic and noisy. Everyone wanted to take a look. Everyone didn't know what happened.

　　 "Weird...how do you feel that the front is so close to us?"

　　 "According to the time, the army should now be fighting the greenskins more than a hundred kilometers away. How could they get here."

　　 "Should not—"

　　 "You tm don't crow's mouth!"

　　 These temporary soldiers talked a lot, the hearts of the people were turbulent, and Hartman was also uneasy.

"Look!"

　　 Suddenly, someone screamed, and Hartman turned his head and saw a flaming truck rushing out of the night across the bridge.

　　 It was like an out-of-control beast, one end was planted on the river bank, then the car door opened and a figure fell out.

　　 "Go and see!"

　　 With great anxiety, Hartman walked over with a few people.

After he got closer, he discovered that this was indeed a person. Judging from his uniform and epaulettes, he was still a major officer, but at the moment he was lying face down on the ground, his whole body covered in blood, and there was a deep scar on his back, which seemed to be a sharp weapon. Out.

　　 "He... is he going to die?"

　　 The recruits are a little scared~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or Hartman stepped forward to see if the man still had a pulse.

　　 But when he just stretched out his hand, the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.

"go--"

　　 The man raised his head, and saw that his face was covered with scars of burns and slashes, and there was only fear in his eyes.

　　 "The front line is over! Go away--"

　　 Before the words fell silent, Hartman heard a strange scream, which seemed to come from above his head.

"small--"

　　 In the next second, his whole world fell apart.

　　 In the first few seconds, everyone was shrouded in a hail of hell. Hundreds of light spots fell into the bridgehead position from the night with a shining trail, like a fire from the sky, or a burst of meteor shower.

　　 After each light spot hits the ground, it explodes into a fiery ball of fire, and the huge impact force knocks the soldiers to the ground, exploding like a grenade.

　　 Hartman was unstable in the hot wind. He saw three trucks in his company being hit by the hot and strange bolide. They trembled, and then exploded into a group of shrieking fragments.

　　 Until then, he finally saw that the meteors turned out to be red rockets!

　　 This is not a hail to hell, this is a raid!