Planet Amydodon, Main Continent, Hades Nest Capital, Ninth Infantry Regiment Position
Hartman Paul never realized that they could hold on for so long that after all the friendly forces on both wings failed, they could still stand firmly on this position.
Of course, the price is that there are less than 500 people left in the entire regiment, and the last time it was twenty days ago, there were only more than thirty lonely ghosts.
And they have to face it, which is a green skin with an increase in geometric numbers.
Now everyone is a combatant, and the only non-combatant, the old man, was also killed by a few days ago to rescue a bag of starch.
Hartman simply held a funeral for him. Although everyone complained about food every day these days, everyone knew that only he could use such poor materials to make something that could barely enter.
And everyone is used to his nighttime stories.
This feeling is like losing a family member.
But there is not much time left for the dead, because in the next attack, Hartman felt that perhaps no one would hold a funeral for him.
They were almost surrounded, and Greenskin began to use light armor, which was something they couldn't handle.
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-skinned combat truck overturned to the ground, and black smoke poured into the air like a huge wave from its ignition tail cabin. A green-skin mixed with cables and right-angled edges were tearing the exposed bottom of the vehicle with some kind of technician claw pliers.
Light bullets from soldiers from the trench and dikes were shot at it.
"Who is firing at that green skin technician?"
Hartman roared in the phone, and after these days he had been able to tell the type of greenskin, and it was obvious that this was a real technician who recycled waste.
"You're wasting your damn time, the lasers don't wear such thick armor, I need a heavy bombardment gun to fire at it, where are the hell machine gunners?"
"Here, sir!"
Then, a low voice shouted on the right.
“We have already deployed it!”
Hartman looked at the machine gunner, a big gangster, with the fabric of the coat tightly stretched to his muscular arm. When he fucked the heavy bomb gun and was about to open fire at the green skin technician, Hartman saw the power of that muscle.
This super-sized gun usually takes a two-person team to set up, and the guy lifts it himself.
"It's ready, sir!"
"Do it!"
When the machine gunner opened fire, the loud thunderous sound of the heavy bomb gun shook the collapsed dust on the bunker, and even the surrounding sandbags were burnt black with muzzle flames.
Hartman looked carefully from the shelter and saw the huge green-skin technician tremble as the bomb hit its armor plate one after another, and each impact splashed out blue sparks.
Then the raindrops of the bomb found a weak point - the armor on the side of the monster was the thinnest, and then the projectile penetrated through the metal and penetrated deeply into the green body. The fatal injury caused the beast to roar.
"Ceasefire!"
But after the heavy bomb stopped firing, the green-skinned mechanic looked down at its broken body in disbelief, and then fell from the scrap truck.
"here you go!"
As soon as Hartman finished speaking, an explosion swept across the trenches ahead of him. Several soldiers were immediately swallowed by flames, and their remaining limbs and flesh were flying all over the sky.
Through the smoke, he pressed down several strange-shaped red ragged trucks in front of him. One of them was equipped with a rocket launcher on the top and shot rockets into the shelter of the trench from time to time.
Even without using a telescope, he could see the slut crew of those vehicles loading more heavy rockets into the launcher in a team. Some crazy small figures were jumping up and down noisy, obviously eager to ride on the back of the rocket and blow himself to pieces.
What do you think of these things?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he reminded himself not to try to understand the alien's thinking.
At this time, Lunengte climbed to his side.
"How do you plan to get them done, sir?"
"Only explosion."
Hartman's voice sounded like he was breathing under the scarf.
"I guess it's time to get these muddy heads open, right?"
Then he turned to his subordinates.
"How many brothers carry gel bombs?"
Five people gave positive answers and came to their superiors.
"5 bombs, 4 rocket launchers, great. One person stays here as a reserve team. Others set the timer to 30 seconds. A bomb is loaded on those broken cars. You will rush back here at full speed. Do you understand? Don't stop attacking the enemy. The rest of us will provide cover firepower. Your mission is to install the bomb and run back like a mad dog."
"I understand, sir!"
After the four commandos assigned the bombs, they answered, and there was no hesitation or quarrel, and everyone was already used to death.
"Mortars, come a few shots, and carry out cover shooting."
Soon, lasers and shells fell on the rocket cars. When the greens focused on the positions of the company, the blasters were ready to raid the rocket launcher.
"Now!"
Hartman roared, and the four soldiers rushed out of the trench, each of which chose a corresponding target.
The regiment commander stared at each soldier intently, watching them crossing the shooting area of smoke, rising and falling among the craters.
The Farts Team noticed these approaching people, turned their heads and began to shoot at the people running back to the trenches with shoddy pistols.
"Open fire!"
The soldiers in the trench fired another dazzling bomb, tearing the ugly and deformed green face in half.
But a fart sperm successfully hit the thigh of the person running at the end, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.
Lunengte jumped out of the cover without hesitation, grabbed the man's collar and dragged him towards him. The sperm turned to aim at him, and the projectile hit him, splashing white snow foam.
The veteran noticed that the man's eyes were rolling upwards and there was no help, so he picked up the other party's bomb and started rushing towards the rocket.
After dodging the bullet and approaching the target, the other three captured their inventory on the side of the rocket launcher, activated the timing switch and then turned back to the hideout.
But they were all knocked down during the return.
"Come on ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Lunengte saw several guns pointing at him, and activated the bomb without hesitation, and rushed over roaringly.
The bullet hit him, his arms, and shot through his abdomen without stopping him.
Amid the screams of the farts, he rushed directly to the last rocket.
Hartman gritted his teeth, and tears flowed across his face.
At this moment, the bomb sounded deafeningly—
For a few seconds, the whole world melted into the bright white flash, and he rushed his face into the dirt when the heat wave of rockets exploded.
After a moment, one hand tried to slap off the ashes on his body.
It was the little messenger Ellie.
"How are you, sir?"
Hartman raised his face, mud mixed with tears and his face was messed up, and he nodded slightly.
"I'm fine, thank you, Ellie."
Although the Greenskin vehicles were destroyed this time, more Greenskin infantry had already rushed up and covered the attack route with the smoke from burning the wreckage.
Hartman pulled out the chainsaw sword from his scabbard and stood up.
"Soldiers."
Ellie also held his laser gun tightly.
"Even if you die, before you die, let us take another green skin away!"