Defeating a powerful enemy made Robin feel unprecedentedly excited. He raised his sword and shouted loudly, braving the hail of bullets and continuing to charge. His teammates could only reluctantly follow him behind.
Another wave of greenskins collided with them head-on. Robin's first sword cut off the handle of a battle axe, and his second sword ripped open the throat of the greenskin in front of him.
In an instant, blood gushed out from the broken neck, and blood rained all over the sky.
Then Robin twisted his body to avoid the thrust of a machete, and then smashed the hilt of his right hand into the opponent's face with his backhand. The greenskin staggered away. Robin held the sword with his backhand and pulled the sharp blade from the greenskin's waist.
He penetrated the gap in the armor and felt the energy field of his sword burning through the enemy's internal organs and spine.
Although Robin greatly enjoyed the killing, the smell of blood, the pulsing of his own veins, and the smell of burnt flesh as the energy sword burned his body, he still realized that he could not afford to waste too much time on these greenskins.
The consequences of too much time.
Suddenly, a string of flashing lasers was fired from the direction where the greenskins were attacking. It turned out that the surviving soldiers immediately organized a counterattack after seeing the reinforcements.
Robin continued to advance, cutting off arms and slitting throats with his sword along the way, as if fighting in a gorgeous dance, in which he played the role of the victor, and the enemy's role was only death.
Countless aliens have fallen beside him, and his armor is stained with their blood. His comrades are still fighting behind him, but he must keep pushing forward before the greenskins can use a greater numerical advantage to defeat him.
Defeat enemies before blocking their attacks.
Under attack from both front and rear, the greenskins were quickly defeated, and the team was finally able to join up with the survivors.
But the situation has not improved much.
"These....."
Hartman was lying in Eli's arms, as if he had been fished out of bloody water. There were no medics here, although his injuries no longer required first aid.
Breathing hard, he took off his dog tags from his neck with trembling hands, and then took out a large bunch of dog tags from the small bag on his waist.
"...it's up to you...to take us...home..."
Eli burst into tears and was so choked that he couldn't say a word. He could only nod hard and hold the blood-stained dog tags tightly in his hands.
"Are you the commander here?"
Suddenly, a deep voice came, and Hartman turned his head, but he couldn't see anything.
"Ah... that's right."
It was only then that Eli finally said a word.
"Sir! Reinforcements are coming! Space Marines are coming! We are saved!"
Hearing this, a smile broke out on Hartman's face.
"That's great...they must have killed a lot of greenskins."
"Yes sir! They wiped out thousands of greenskins!"
Bahram looked at the dying mortal with mixed feelings in his heart.
Robin in the distance wiped the blood on the sword with the rag he picked up, and walked over.
"They have done a good job. They can delay this until now, but we cannot stay here for too long."
"What about them?"
Robin shook his head.
"They have their responsibilities, and we have no power to command them. Whether they retreat or hold on, it is up to their superiors to decide."
"But we can't let them wait for death here."
"Stop fighting, the greenskins are here again!"
Haoma not far away interrupted the argument between the two. They walked over and took a look and found several huge shadows appearing in the distance.
"It seems the greenskins are going to use their war machinery."
After taking out the night vision binoculars, Bahram took a look and saw that there were more than a dozen huge green-skinned Dreadnoughts.
And behind them, there are still endless infantry.
"Damn-"
Putting down the telescope, Bahram cursed and asked Haomo to fire at one of them.
Then the heavy explosive bomb fired a string of bullets, most of which hit the shell of the Dreadnought mecha, but only a few clusters of sparks burst out, and the steel monster only shook a few times before continuing to move forward.
And as they advanced, they continued to fire rockets and lasers at the trenches.
"No! We don't have anti-vehicle weapons. If we continue to stay here, we will be crushed!"
Just as the enemy was approaching, Bahram suddenly heard a roar from the sky. He raised his head and saw a red Thunderhawk swooping down from the dark night. The weapons on the nose and under the wings fired continuously and simultaneously.
The outgoing missiles also swept in with their wakes.
The explosion instantly lit up the entire battlefield and destroyed four green-skinned Dreadnoughts.
After the Thunder Eagle circled in a circle, it slowly landed behind the position.
Before landing, the cabin door opened, and a warrior wearing gold-red armor, holding a power sword, and wearing a psychic hood jumped out of the cabin.
"You retreat immediately, I will cover you."
The one who came to support was the Blood Angels Librarian Callistarius.
I saw him walking quickly through the trenches, arriving in front of the position, and facing the surging wave of steel.
Bullets and rockets immediately hit him, but they were deflected five meters away from him, hitting him harmlessly on both sides.
Looking at the green-skinned Dreadnought, which was wielding a circular saw and claws, Thinktank took a step forward with his flat-ended sword and released a terrifying javelin-shaped blue flame, which hit the shell of the green-skinned Dreadnought and scorched the driver inside.
And knocked away a bunch of nearby greenskins.
"Quick! Let's go!"
During the battle, he turned around and shouted to the other five recruits.
Robin immediately ran towards Thunder Eagle, followed by Oscar and the Zod brothers. Bahram hesitated for a while and came to Hartman's side.
"Sorry, we have to retreat."
"It's okay...I can...expect it."
Hartmann stood up with the help of the two fighters.
"Those brats, they...shouldn't die like this...take them away."