The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 711 Highland warfare

  Standard Terra calendar, 943.M41

  Planet of Armageddon, the main continent, Hades Nest, the position of the 9th Infantry Regiment

  Hartman Paul never realized that they could hold on for so long that after the friendly forces on both wings failed, they could still stand firm in this position.

  Of course, the price is that there are less than 500 people left in the whole group, and the last replenishment was already 20 days ago, and only 30 lone ghosts came.

  And what they have to face is the green skin that increases exponentially.

  Now everyone is a combatant, and the only non-combatant, that is, the old man, was killed when he rescued a bag of starch a few days ago.

  Hartman simply held a funeral for him. Although everyone is complaining about food these days, everyone knows that only he can use such inferior materials to make something that can barely be imported.

  And everyone is used to his night story.

  This feeling is like losing a family member.

  But there is not much time left for the dead, because the next attack, Hartman felt that maybe no one would hold a funeral for him.

  They were almost surrounded, and Greenskins began to use light armor, which they couldn’t deal with.

   Landmines, rockets, cluster grenades, all means are almost exhausted, and now everyone is trapped on the last small high ground.

In the open area in front of the position, a green leather combat truck tipped to the ground, black smoke poured into the air from its burning tail compartment like a huge wave, and a green leather mixed with cables and right-angle edges was using some kind of technician's claws. The pliers tear the exposed bottom of the vehicle.

  The light bullets from the soldiers on the embankment of the trenches shot at it one after another.

   "Who is firing at that green-skinned technician?"

   Hartman roared in the phone, after these days, he has been able to distinguish the type of green leather, it is obvious that this is a real waste recycling technician.

   "You're wasting your **** time. Laser shots don't wear such thick armor. I need a heavy blaster to fire at it. Where the **** is the machine gunner?"

   "Here, sir!"

   Then, a low voice on the right exclaimed.

   "We have deployed!"

Hartman looked at the machine gunner. He was a big gang member. The fabric of his coat was tightly stretched on his muscular arm. When he held a heavy explosive gun and was about to fire on the green-skin technician, Hartman I saw the power of that muscle.

  This oversized gun usually takes a team of two to set up, and the guy picked it up by himself.

   "Ready, sir!"

   "Fix it!"

When the    machine gunner opened fire, the thunderous noise of the heavy explosive gun shook the dust that was falling away from the bunker, and even the surrounding sandbags were scorched by the muzzle flames.

  Hartman watched carefully from the cover, and saw the huge green-skinned technician trembling as the explosive bomb hit its armor plate one after another, spattering blue sparks with every impact.

  Then the raindrops of the explosive bomb found a weak point-the armor on the side of the monster was the thinnest, and then the projectile penetrated the metal and sank deeply into the green flesh, causing the fatal injury to make the beast roar.

   "Casefire!"

  But after the heavy bomb stopped firing, the green-skinned mechanic looked down at its broken body in disbelief, and then landed on the scrapped truck.

"Well done!"

  Hartman just finished speaking, an explosion swept through the trenches in front of him, several soldiers were immediately engulfed by flames, and the stumps and pieces of meat flew all over the sky.

  Through the smoke, he pressed forward and several oddly-shaped red tattered trucks appeared. One of them was equipped with a rocket launcher on top, and it shot rockets into the trench cover from time to time.

Even without the use of binoculars, he could see that the occupants of those vehicles were loading more heavy rockets into the launcher in groups. Some crazy little figures among them were jumping up and down noisily, obviously eager to ride on the back of the rocket. Blast yourself to pieces.

  What do you think about these things?

  As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he reminded himself not to try to understand alien thinking.

  At this time, Lunent climbed to his side.

   "How do you plan to fix them, sir?"

   "Only explosions."

   Hartman’s voice sounded like he was breathing under the scarf.

   "I guess it's time to let these paste heads open up, right?"

   Then he turned to his men.

   "How many brothers carry gel bombs?"

  Five people gave an affirmative answer and came to their chief.

"Five bombs, 4 rocket launch vehicles, great. One person stays here as a reserve team. The others set the timer to 30 seconds. Put one bomb on the broken vehicles and you will charge me at full speed. Come back here, understand? Don't stop attacking the enemy, the rest of us will provide cover firepower. Your task is to install the bomb and then run back like a mad dog."

   "Understand, sir!"

  The four commandos allocated the bombs and answered that they did not hesitate or quarrel. Everyone was used to death.

   "Mortars, come in a few rounds, in a row, for cover shooting."

   Soon, lasers and artillery shells fell on those rocket vehicles. When the greenskins’ attention was focused on a series of positions, the blaster was ready for a surprise attack on the rocket launch vehicle.

"right now!"

   Hartman roared, four soldiers threw their legs out of the trench, and each selected a corresponding target.

  The regimental commander stared at each soldier intently, watching them pass through the smoke-bearing shooting area, undulating between the craters.

  Fart racing crew noticed these approaching people, they turned their heads, and started shooting with shoddy pistols at the people who were running back into the trenches.

   "Fire!"

  The soldiers in the trench fired another burst of dazzling light bullets, tearing the ugly green face in half.

  But a fart successfully hit the thigh of the man who ran the last, and the man fell to the ground with a scream.

  Lunent stepped out of the bunker without hesitation, grabbed the man’s large collar and dragged it towards him, the fart turned to aim at him, the projectile hit him, splashing white snow foam.

  The veteran noticed that the man’s eyes were rolled upwards, and he was hopeless, so he picked up the opponent’s bomb and started rushing towards the rocket car.

  After the other three evaded the bullet and approached the target, they photographed their inventory to the side of the rocket launcher, activated the timer switch, and turned back to the hiding place.

  But they were all knocked down during the return process.

   "Come on!!!"

  Lunent saw several guns pointed at him, activated the bomb without hesitation, and rushed over with a roar.

  The bullet hit him, on his arm, and pierced his abdomen, but did not stop him.

  In the screams of the farts, he jumped directly on the last rocket car.

  Hartman gritted his teeth, tears shed on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this moment, the bomb rang deafeningly——

  For a few seconds, the whole world melted into the white flash. When the heat wave of the rocket explosion hit, he plunged his face into the mud.

  After a while, one hand tried to pat the dust off his body.

   is the little messenger Eli.

   "Are you okay, sir?"

   Hartman raised his face, mud mixed with tears messed up his face, he nodded lightly.

   "I'm fine, thank you, Ellie."

  Although the green-skinned vehicles were destroyed this time, more green-skinned infantry had already poured in and used the smoke of burning debris to cover the offensive route.

   Hartman drew the chainsaw sword from the sheath, moved his feet and stood up.

"soldiers."

  Elie also held his laser gun tightly.

   "Even if we die, let us take one more green skin before we die!"

  (End of this chapter)