Miller found the correspondent lying in a bomb crater not far from him. The Undead Pest was driving towards them, and continued to use its main gun to suppress the enemy's rear line.
"How are you?"
Miller stepped forward and heard the answer from the other party.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't move. It's a bit troublesome."
The young soldier pointed to his feet. There was an ugly piece of barbed wire stuck on his ankle, and blood was dripping from his pants.
"I'll find a way to get you out, cover me!"
Miller took out his laser rifle, put it into the correspondent's hand, and then bent the opponent's trapped foot.
Then he pulled out his pistol and shot at close range, breaking the barbed wire trapping the correspondent's feet - he couldn't find a better way to escape.
"I'm sorry this hurts a little."
The soldier bit his lip and nodded.
, then Miller grabbed the remaining part of the barbed wire fence and broke it open with force.
The wire was very hard, and he spent a lot of effort to pull the correspondent's foot out of it. The relatively rough process made the other party scream in pain.
"I think you won't be able to walk anymore. Just lean on me and I'll take you."
He put the correspondent's arm on his shoulders and dragged him forward.
"Wait a minute, our company flag is still left over there!"
The correspondent pointed to the folded flag on the ground, covered with mud and water.
Miller then bent forward so the correspondent could lean forward and pick up the company flag.
"Let's go, take it easy man."
They staggered back to where they started. Those people were still squatting behind the craters and ruins they pointed out before, shooting at any enemy that appeared in their field of vision.
Alex stood there with one hand behind his back, ignoring the flying bullets.
The other hand was pointing a bolt pistol at Miller.
"I can't hold our company flag or anything behind."
Miller gasped.
"We cannot accept the humiliation of losing our company flag."
The medics simultaneously took the correspondent away from Miller and placed him against a sandbag.
"Just as I thought, you are back."
Alex said with a smile.
"Then why are you pointing the gun at me?"
Miller shrugged his shoulders and pointed at the gun in ZW's hand.
"Just in case I see the wrong person."
Zheng Yu whistled and put the gun back into its holster.
"So are you wrong?"
"No, that's why I didn't kill you."
The conversation was quickly interrupted. The colonel sent a communication requesting to speed up the attack and to break through the enemy's air defense positions within half an hour.
So the soldiers moved again.
Miller and his platoon took a lot of effort to reach behind the place where the enemy had previously deployed anti-aircraft guns. The bunkers previously deployed by the greenskins now provided them with good protection.
Now that they are no longer next to the Malcador tank, they have nothing to worry about the enemy's level fire. The only headache for them is the two heavy machine gun fortresses, and of course the firepower from the fortress above.
Fortunately, the attention of the greenskins in the fortress seemed to be attracted by the Malcador tank.
He moved his men from bunker to bunker until they reached the flank of the predetermined position.
The Undead Vermin has already moved away and is mowing down those greenskins who have the courage to come up, while preventing the enemy from reinforcing this area.
They hid in a battered fortress, ignoring the battered remains of the previous defenders, and then did everything they could to observe the situation of the enemy's artillery positions.
The current battle is focused on these two points - one is on the edge of the Undead Pest, and the other is other people's attack on the defense line they had breached before.
"It looks like they're blocking the bridgehead and we're sitting there doing nothing."
Miller looked out of the bunker's observation hole, then looked at the entrance and exit facing the bunker, and shook his head.
"No, we have a good opportunity. As long as those anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft rockets are destroyed, Navy fighter jets can come in and directly destroy the void shield generator, and then the entire war will be over."
His men looked at Miller, covered in blood and mud.
Alex didn't need their consent, he just looked at it, and then everyone nodded.
Miller asked the correspondent and medic to wait inside the bunker, then asked the remaining members of his heavy weapons team to stand on the top of the bunker, and divided the remaining people into two teams, with the second team led by Yarrick.
After a minute, he waited until the other Yarekna team reached the other side of the trench, and then ordered the anti-vehicle team to open fire.
The anti-vehicle team fired a fragmentation rocket into the fortress at the end of the line where the self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery was deployed. Whether all the members in the bunker were killed was not a question worth considering, as long as they were suppressed for a long enough time.
Just time.
"It's now!"
Miller shouted, and his group ran to the open area in front of the enemy's bunker.
The remaining individual rockets continued to pour firepower on the bunker.
But the fortress was not defeated. Bullets pierced the air and hit them, killing several unlucky guys, but luckily no mortars were involved.
Miller first got behind a low wall, then climbed into the trench behind the bunker, and then shot a short greenskin with a pistol.
They came in and moved around the trenches of the anti-aircraft gun positions, sometimes hiding in certain bunkers to avoid the fire from outside.
Miller waved to his fire team to advance to the next position.
Others rushed forward carrying flags and long-distance radios, while behind were those who cleared the trenches of enemy troops. They used bayonets to check whether the aliens were truly dead, and at the same time threw grenades into bunkers that might be harboring enemies.
It seems like they are extremely passionate about this job.
Then Miller arrived at the previous bunker, took a deep breath, and climbed directly into the circular fortress surrounded by sandbags.
There were two enemies inside, one had been blown to pieces by fragmentation rockets, and the other was still breathing, holding a pistol in his trembling hand, ready to fight even if the enemy was trapped.
Without hesitation, Miller shot him three or four times in the head with his laser rifle.
"The bunker is cleared!"
At this time, the sound of weapons firing and shouts came from the other side of the trench, and the soldiers led by Yaric were fighting their way forward.
In the process, Yarick also shot and killed a soldier who dropped his gun and tried to run away.
They arrived only five steps away from the enemy's antiaircraft guns.
"It's a little too quiet, something's wrong."
Yarrick looked around for a while and confirmed that there were no green skins that could move.
"No matter what, those anti-aircraft guns and rockets must be completely destroyed. One team will handle each one, but be vigilant."
But as expected, just as Yarick tried to move from the bunker to the remains of the trench, he was hit by fierce fire.
"Those bastards are waiting for us."
Yarrick needed to find a way through this barrage. He crawled forward slowly, firing back only when necessary.
"Raised by bastards, the enemy above saw us."
So he turned on the radio.
"Miller! We are suppressed by fire. We are in urgent need of reinforcements. We are in urgent need of reinforcements!"
But through the earphones, he could also clearly hear the sounds of fighting coming from the other party.
"They came running up the trenches!"
Alex hesitated for a moment, then made a decision.
"Let's move forward, we can get through the enemy's fire!"
Everyone stood up and started running wildly, while the greenskin's firepower poured down from above, constantly shooting down the soldiers.
Yarick threw a grenade in the direction of the enemy, and it flew past the previously destroyed anti-aircraft gun and went straight towards the enemy's barrage.
"Golden Throne, this is of no use!"
The grenade exploded at an innocuous location and enemy fire became more intense, forcing them to take cover behind a section of sandbag wall.
Yarrick didn't know how long the bunker could last. They fired several shots at the firing holes that were firing hard at them. A certain soldier was hit in the head when he raised his head and tried to fire for the second time.
He was dead before he fell to the ground.
"It's over! It's over! Damn it, we're trapped!"
The morale of the soldiers began to waver. Yarick hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to point his gun at the muttering guy.
Suddenly, the shock wave of the explosion shook the ground,
The shooting also stopped.
Alex stuck his head out and saw an incredible sight.
The enemy's positions have now been turned into a pile of burning ruins, including several kilometers of artillery positions, all engulfed in flames.
The shells exploded and crackled in the flames.
From the thick smoke, he saw a flag, a silver-grey battle flag, and more than twenty towering figures advancing steadily.
"Astral Knight——?"
Yaric was stunned, because behind the Astartes, there were more towering figures emerging from the smoke.
They have cold metal shells, walking in the same rhythm, firing at the remaining aliens with laser cannons on their shoulders and automatic cannons on their arms, beating them into parts, and covering every inch of the ground with hailstones.
The firepower was washed again.
Farther away, Yaric heard vague cheers.
At this time, Miller walked up to Yaric, holding the flagpole with his blood-stained hand, letting the flag flutter high in the wind.
"I just received news that the Astartes have destroyed the void shield generator. We have to evacuate within half an hour and leave this place to the navy to solve it."
"Copy that, everyone evacuates immediately."
Yarick immediately called on the soldiers to start retreating. At this time, the armored battalion also stopped forward assault and began to turn around and move towards the starting point. The undead pests were parked not far away, as if waiting for their return.
"What a beautiful fight, isn't it?"
Lucian was leaning on the command platform of the turret, smoking a cigarette, with a blood-stained gauze tied to his forehead.
"Thank you."
Yarick smiled slightly, grabbed the deputy behind the car and jumped onto the tank with a few clicks.
"It's really good. I hope I will have the opportunity to drive this thing again in the future."