Amid the screams, the soldiers were all shocked by the large green area in the distance.
Is this their last moment in a tired war?
With a terrible idea in mind, Hartman Paul tried to slide out of the trench for a certain distance and take a look at the position of the enemy behind the no-man's land outside the trench - although he didn't know where the opponent would attack, with his understanding of Greenskin, the front was definitely the main direction.
But when he stretched out his head, there was only dust and mud in his sight.
Then lasers roared past, and the enemy's screams came from the air. At the same time, more and more shells fell down. One exploded in the center of the traffic trench next to it, and immediately the soldiers' wailing sounds came.
What fell on Hartman's face was no longer water and soil, but fragments of the human body.
He cursed and stood up, his face full of anger, grabbed a pistol in one hand and a commanding sword in the other, cutting the morning air.
"In the name of the emperor! They are here, and everyone keeps the front until the enemy rushes through the mud wall and fires!"
Dongdongdongdongdong-
Suddenly, he heard the sound of drums, the annoying sound of drums.
But what really annoyed Hartman Paul was not the drum sound, but its rhythm.
The rhythm was completely chaotic and irregular. Although it sounded no different from an ordinary drum, the drum beats were like a heart that came out of an ups and downs, overlapping with each other and splitting.
Although the bombing continued, the drums were approaching the position, as if they had already overwhelmed the explosion from the frontline trenches.
When he picked up the telescope, he saw a crazy machine.
Thousands of simple mechanical structures were placed on simple tracking devices, with reciprocating engines and small rotating turbines everywhere, driving the lever in some way, allowing the drum hammer to hit cylinders of all sizes and types, which were covered with human skin, and countless green beasts shouted around.
Hartman tried not to think about how those skins came about.
Ten minutes after the Green Skin Artillery launched the bombing, the human artillery also responded. The nest itself had certain defense facilities, especially the middle nest and the upper nest, and a large number of fixed turrets and super-caliber artillery were installed.
Soon, on the battlefield that was 200 kilometers long and 5 kilometers deep, the artillery fire from both sides began to intertwined, and shells collided randomly in chaos.
Then, as always, a large area of green-skinned infantry appeared.
After these days, Hartman has learned how to use the enemy's area to estimate the number of enemies, and just one glance, he estimated that their positions faced more than half a million enemies.
And their "bad" group is only 3,000.
Hartman thinks this is ironic enough to be 3,000 against 500,000 beasts.
Perhaps this defensive battle will be as legendary as many great battles in history, but he also pessimistically believed that such feats will be unmemorated and untold, and even the Supreme Command will remain silent.
He always thought that he was just a mortal and could not go along with the glorious generals in history, and he could only do what he could do.
With the support of light and heavy artillery, the Greenskins formed a formation like a throat-locking arms, gradually surrounding the position of the 9th Infantry Regiment of Amyddoton. The dense barrage swept over the soldiers' heads, some hit the soil, splashing layers of dust, some lit tents, and ignited raging flames behind the battlefield.
Hartman kept holding a telescope behind the cover. He saw the enemy advance with such terrifying and firm steps. This time, Greenskin made up his mind to take them down. He sent out heavy infantrymen who were taller than before, wearing heavy combat armor of different shapes. This should be the elite commando, not the previous straggler You Yong.
This is like adding insult to injury to the 9th Regiment, which has poor firepower.
What shocked him even more was that these green skins did not charge without hesitation when they heard the sound of cannons as usual. They made full use of every centimeter of cover, advanced at a speed of no hurry and raised their claws towards the Ninth Regiment.
"No fire is allowed without my order!"
In fact, the opponent has entered the range, but Hartman restrained his desire to counterattack because they lacked long-range heavy weapons, and long-range laser gun volleys can only cause psychological effects and cannot cause actual damage.
The soldiers were distributed in trenches and foxgloves, with sandbags piled around them. Hartman's order was simple: put on a bayonet, adjust the weapon to semi-automatic, and wait for him to issue a signal to fire.
During the first ten minutes of the war, they remained silent. Although the enemy's firepower poured into their positions, the air was filled with feather-like white smoke and floating dust, and artillery and rockets bombed the battlefield, most of the shells were approaching and new foxgloves were blown up on the slope.
Hartman once heard from the Political Commissar Arik that there are two kinds of enemies that are the most terrifying, one is cruel, bloodthirsty but extremely shrewd, while the other is cruel and rude.
The latter is sometimes more deadly than the former.
Estimating the distance of the opponent's vanguard, Hartman summoned the correspondents and chose the open command channel:
"Soldiers, carefully select targets to make sure every shot is hit, and now fire freely."
The soldiers immediately opened fire to counterattack, and bursts of laser guns shot at the Greenskins' attack spearhead.
In just the first volley, Hartman saw a hundred or even more enemy troops fall, and the soldiers then increased the firing frequency and began to throw grenades and fire rifles, while the mortars opened fire.
The confrontation between the infantry began, and the greens no longer had the same speed as before.
After a familiar roar, a great earthquake trembled.
They began to charge.
The air became hot and filled with the smell of ozone produced by laser ionization. Because human forces rely on the terrain, they have higher bunkers and fire angles, so they can basically ignore the bullets fired by the enemy at random.
But even if they fired a round of fire every half second and could kill an enemy every four shots, Hartman still felt that they had no hope.
There are too many enemies, and they cannot retreat or rush out of the bunker.
Either defeat the enemy or be submerged by the enemy, the Ninth Regiment can do nothing except defend its position and fight to the end.
"Heavy explosion bomb! Adjust the wings! Suppress the other side!"
"Lunengte, you bring half of the company to support the third company, and you can take away the remaining grenades!"
"Melee combat will never be allowed unless it is absolutely necessary!"
Hartman has been commanding at the forefront, even though his hat has been knocked away by bullets three times.
The enemy had already surged onto the defensive earth wall, and there was no time to find the target carefully with the three thousand guns.
During the previous firefight, hundreds of green skins fell down, and their incomplete bodies rolled down the slope to the bottom, but the Ninth Route could not stop the wave at all.
"Fight for the Emperor with blood!"
Hartman screamed, standing under the simplicity of the regiment, the enemy's intentions were simple: destroying them with overwhelming numbers and irrepressible desire for battle, and the commander of the greenskin undoubtedly regarded their soldiers as victims.