A familiar voice erupted from a distance, which was a battle cry full of anger from a green leader.
If the temperature below zero is not enough to cool the blood at the top of the nest, then this alien roar will definitely be possible.
Then, more inhuman roars vibrated the air, rushed through the smoke and directly into the anxious guards' ears, sending a signal of war.
Hartman said, "When he tapped Ellie's communicator with his fingers:
"I need to understand the combat situation on their defense line, and I don't want to get any surprises."
"I understand, sir."
Hartman looked up at the sky. The night had already darkened the sky and the wind had stopped a little more than before. So he spoke to the company-level command channel again:
"Brothers, prepare."
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
In the blink of an eye, a group of green skins rushed straight to the last position of the 9th Infantry Regiment of Hades, with thousands of them in number.
The soldiers began to gather fire as the greenskins got closer, carving black scars on the wall of flesh and blood. Although such light gun barrage was more than enough to block a human army, these greenskins' charges almost did not stop.
The laser gun can cut or burn the target, but lacks the powerful impact of physical ammunition. The green skins simply disdain to pay attention to a little injury, and the desire to fight is still burning in their red eyes.
Hartman also pointed his pistol at a greenskin, slowed his breath, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.
The pistol jumped violently, and a blood mist rose from where the beast was once the head. The heavy body continued to run, the legs were still moving, and the muscles were executing the last command of the brain that no longer existed, so more bullets were shot into its head until it opened its head.
Finally, the headless corpse tripped on the tangled wire mesh and sprayed a red mist before it was planted into the trenches.
The steaming red liquid poured out of the corpse. Even through the scarf, Hartman could smell the spicy smell of fungi in the green skin, but he had no time to stand in a daze. More green skins rushed towards the destroyed fortifications in a boiling manner.
"Heavy loggers, shoot these beasts from the side!"
Under Hartman's order, heavy loggers that had been silent opened fire. They were deployed on both wings of the position, using crossfire to make the charge beasts pay a huge price, one after another.
Even less than fifty meters away from the last trench, the first charge was still disintegrated. The remaining green skin turned around and ran quickly to meet with the second wave of charge.
The angrily noisy sound of heavy logging guns stopped.
"Good job, but no time to celebrate!"
Another green tide has broken out.
"The second wave, everyone, replenishing ammunition and energy box."
As he said, he pulled a new magazine out of his coat pocket and thrust it to where he should go.
If the first wave of green skins looked big and fierce, then compared to the dark-skinned beasts that are now swarming in, they are just some little ghost heads.
These are big guys, whose arms protrude outward due to their swelling to an abnormal proportion of muscles. They are all wearing rough armor made of scrap iron sheets and leather bolted together. Unless they hit the head, the laser gun will not hurt them much, at most they will burn those sheets and break through them.
And these crazy green skins with fighting spirit that rushed into the brain would not care about burning a piece of skin. They would absorb all the light bullets and rushed straight to the top of Jiutuan's head.
"I need heavy bomb guns to concentrate on attacking those armored bastards, leaving the rest to the mortars and laser guns. Do you understand? Fire spit, wait for the order, don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need to suppress firepower in the medium range, and concentrate on attacking the enemies gathered. Just like before, don't use grenades indiscriminately!"
Soon, the heavy weapons team was ready everywhere in the defense line.
The second wave of green skin was also approaching quickly, shooting violently in the general direction of the trench. The bullets hit the sandbags and made the soldiers lower their necks.
"Don't be afraid! They can't even beat an Oglin at this distance-"
Just as Hartman said this, a soldier several meters away to his right was thrown towards the back wall of the trench by a force enough to break his bones. The body fell to the ground, half of his head disappeared, as if he had been bitten hard by something.
Within a few seconds, more than a dozen soldiers from the distance of the trenches fell down. Once they were hit by green bullets, they would be fatal.
Hartman put the pistol back into the holster, holding the hilt of the power sword hanging on his left hip, and regaining his sharp blade freedom with force.
He could hear the company's non-commissioned officers shouting slogans to improve their courage, and at the same time the greens jumped over the dam of the barbed wire and sandbags. Some guys were scraped down by the barbed wire, while others used their backs as bridges passing through dangerous barbs and trampled directly over them.
"Grenade!"
When the first green skin jumped to a distance of thirty meters, all the soldiers neatly threw out the grenades in their hands.
boom----!
Amid a series of roars, the green skins rushing in front were blown upside down, with heavy casualties.
"Fire Spitfire! Keep the trench mouth and don't let those beasts turn in from the side!"
There are too many green skins. In addition to the large number of enemies on the front, there are also many green skins appearing from the side of the defense line, trying to drill directly into the trenches. Moreover, due to nightfall, Hartmann was unable to observe how many enemies were detoured to the side.
In fact, there is no need to watch it. Just listening to the roar, Hartman knew that the little people who stayed on the side could not stop it.
"Come on a damn Fire Spitfire, now!"
At this time, green skin had already jumped into the trenches, and Hartmann widened his eyes when he saw them.
Even from the perspective of green skin, that guy was a huge figure. His thick barbarian muscles with an abnormal proportion were much stronger than the one with the largest size in the Ninth Infantry. Almost no one in the trenches could stop it.
But after a moment, the fire-breakers who rushed over hurriedly opened fire.
A hot prop fuel sprayed out along the trenches, greedily swallowing the enemy's flesh and blood. In just a few breaths, the original Big Boy level was only armor left, and the molten iron sheets of weapons and iron boots could prove that it had existed.
"More kills here!"
The fire spear turned his head and shouted:
"There is only one-quarter of the fuel left, sir!"
He then ejected another stream of fire, and Hartman heard the roar of green skins pouring towards them through the roar of flames, and then cut it off as the flames swallowed everything.
After a while, as more and more greens jumped into the trenches, the fire spearmen's fuel was finally exhausted.
"The enemy is coming!!"
He shouted loudly and ran back from the entrance of the passage. The soldier holding a laser gun immediately stepped forward to fill his seat.
"Listen, brothers!"
Hartman snarled on the intercom:
"Even if I'm going to die today, I'll be with you, but remember what I said before, killing one is counted as one, for the Emperor, for the Amigdon!"
In an instant, the shouts erupted along the trenches filled the air.
"For the Emperor! For the Amigdon!!"
With a soothing sound, more than a dozen flares rose slowly, covering the earth in blood.