"The God Emperor is above, the God Emperor is above..."
Watching these Space Marines rushing towards the battlefield risking their lives, the Sergeant Major slid back into the crater and tried to calm down his breathing.
He could still feel those formidable eyes accusing him of his cowardice. He could feel the disgust and accusation in them, but he could only accept it.
He was indeed a coward, unworthy of wearing the glorious uniform of the Astra Militarum, and gave the Astartes the first impression with his huddled image - panicked, crying, like a coward escaping death.
But he's not dead yet, he wants to show the Space Marines what the true Astra Militarum looks like.
Miller stood up, jumped out of the crater, and rushed forward following the footsteps of the Space Marines, his rifle swinging left and right beside him with the inertia of the sprint.
Then, squeezing all the air from his lungs, he shouted:
"For the Emperor!"
The Ock Technocrat, who had been watching the battlefield, nodded to a big shot bodyguard, who immediately ran towards the war leader in fear.
The big guy was looking casually at the orbital drop capsule falling like a meteorite above.
The bodyguard stood in front of the boss, trembling at the possibility of being beaten.
After a while, something caught the boss's attention and saved him.
The Goot and the Brat walked around to the edge of the battlefield, and the boss could see that they had bypassed the human defense line and headed towards the relatively safe areas further away.
The boss panted angrily for a moment, walked forward to the bodyguard who was leaning on the edge of the truck, and patted him firmly on the back, causing the big guy to relax and spit.
Then, the war leader stood up straight and let out a war cry that resounded across the battlefield:
“waaaaaaaaagh!”
Hundreds of Orks stumbling around trying to escape the Space Marines turned to look at him.
For a moment, they hesitated for the terrifying Emperor's Angel behind them and the angry war chief in front of them.
But only for a moment.
Seeing this, the bodyguard quietly turned around and walked away from the war truck, hoping that his boss would no longer be interested in him.
But after just two steps, the war leader jumped up from the side of the truck and stepped on him.
Under the terrible weight, the bodyguard was crushed to the ground.
"Hmph! Ah!"
Riding on top of his own bodyguard, the war boss smacked the unfortunate guy on the head as he fell helplessly on the ground until he knew he had achieved his goal.
The boys who were escaping saw the boss's anger and turned around to attack again.
During the fiercest part of the battle on the front line, the young political leader ducked backwards to avoid an oncoming axe, and then fired back at close range with a picked-up shotgun.
The giant ax struck the ground, and the greenskin roared in frustration.
Then Zheng Yu pulled the trigger, and the bullets slammed into the green skin's protruding belly, drilling numerous bullet holes, and the beast immediately ran away holding its belly.
He sighed softly, rested on the barrel of the gun for a while, then raised the gun and fired fiercely at the other greenskin.
There were constant shouts all around him. He could hear the officers shouting to organize the soldiers to resist the attacks of waves of greenskins. He could also hear the screams of the soldiers who fell under the attacks of these inhuman creatures.
.
The shock wave of the explosion filled the air, and the ground shook under the impact of mortars, grenades and rockets.
"Political blame!"
A voice yelled. At this time, Zheng Yu had just used his gun to brutally punch through the chests of several onrushing farts. Those little things fell to the ground and screamed in frustration.
After hearing the sound, he looked back, but he was not sure who was calling him.
Suddenly, a bullet flew past the black big-brimmed hat on Zheng Yu's head. Then he turned his head and saw the bullet hit the face of a green-skinned creature behind him - the creature's chest was already covered with gunshot wounds, but it still held the ax high.
In the air, get ready for the political chop.
The explosive bomb embedded itself in the beast's skull, instantly tearing the thick bone into pieces.
Before Zheng Yu could react, a tall silver-gray armored warrior rushed to his side, pouring money at the madly rampaging Ork.
bullets, and continued to move forward steadily.
This powerful stranger was not alone, a group of similar warriors stood at the center of the defense line,
He was more than half his body taller than the soldier next to him.
After only a short while, the greenskins attached to the defense line began to collapse, and the violent attack turned into a chaotic retreat.
The space warriors expand their victory and defend against
Step forward from the line and turn defense into counterattack.
As a result, the greenskins became more and more confused. The attacking boys suddenly stopped suddenly, and those behind them had no time to react and directly hit their backs.
The machete-wielding giants had already turned around and swayed into the smoke screen in the middle of the battlefield, while the crying grots pounced on anything they could.
Use the found bunker to try to escape the deadly barrage of Space Marines.
This is the first time in the past few days that the imperial troops have taken control of the situation.
Space Marines strode at the forefront of the counterattack, wielding chainswords and
Regular volleys of explosive shells harvested the hastily retreating greenskins.
The retreat quickly turned into a rout, as the greenskins abandoned their positions and scattered
escape.
Zheng Yu looked at the fleeing greenskins in shock, but then he was relieved and turned around to bow deeply to the space warrior who saved his life.
bow.
"I am Sebastian Yarrick, and I welcome your arrival, my lord."
The space warrior without a helmet lowered his head slightly and looked curiously at the young political figure who seemed to be in his early twenties.
"I am Soshyan Alexey, the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights Chapter, reporting on your situation."
The man named Yarick was stunned for a moment, and then replied excitedly with respect:
"We suffered huge battle losses, but the soldiers fought bravely for glory and finally held the line of defense... Generally speaking, yes."
The one who is saying this
At the same time, he straightened his back in an attempt to gain more respect from the giant space marine.
Soshyan looked around at the ruins around him. The ground was dotted with various craters and corpses - everyone died facing the enemy, but there were still a few.
The man turned his back to the battle line and was shot in the back.
However, within his field of vision, he could not see a single greenskin rushing into the defense line.
Sosyan
He nodded slowly and turned to face Alec.
"You have held your ground against the Emperor's enemies and done a great job in fulfilling your duty, young man."
When Alex realized what the other person was looking at, he nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the condition of the wounded?"
"The situation is not good, we don't have many transport ships, and the few transport ships we have were basically destroyed in the early stages of the greenskin attack.
The injured soldiers could only receive simple treatment, and many died due to excessive blood loss and wound infection."
Alex explained, his tone slightly low.
"Then you'll get more transport ships."
Soshyan answered simply and turned to face
Opposing Armin holding the chapter flag.
"Contact the Starfire and ask them to deploy the Valkyrie to evacuate the wounded, and at the same time-"
As he spoke, he turned to face Alec with a suggestive smile.