The artillery shells fell on the position like raindrops, and the impact of the air waves caused almost no inch of soil on the ten-kilometer-long defense line to be solid.
"Commissar Yarick! The enemy's offensive is too fierce! The casualties of all troops exceed half!"
In the temporary command post, a man with a mohawk and a leather jacket, who had obvious characteristics of a hive gang member, was yelling into the communicator.
Even so, his voice is often covered by explosions that are very close at hand.
Then, a strong and steady voice came from the other end of the communicator.
"Your place is the south gate of the upper nest! There is no room for error! I don't want your casualty figures! Where is Meike? Let him answer the call!"
The man turned to the communicator and shouted to the left and right:
"Boss Mek! Boss Mek!!"
But no one responded. After a few seconds, a young soldier ran over.
"Sir! Chief Meck has just led the team up in person!"
"Die ah ah ah!"
The leader of the Bloodhook Gang, Meike, jumped into the trench, trampled the neck of a Grot in front of him, and slashed at the enemy with a roar from the chainsword in his hand.
He nimbly wielded a chain sword with his right hand, and held a brutally sharp hook in his left hand, cutting several enemies into two pieces.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!
Another enemy rushed towards him and tried to swing his sword at him. Meck hooked the enemy's weapon with a hook, and used his chain sword to blast the opponent's head into blood mist with his backhand.
This was the toughest battle that Meck had ever faced in his life.
In order to hold their position, they had to fight their way through the narrow trenches while repelling the incoming greenskins.
For two weeks, they had at least arrived at the onslaught of more than three million greenskins, and the strength in his hands was only ten thousand surviving members of the Bloodhook Gang and other scattered troops of forty to fifty thousand.
This was an almost impossible battle to win, and he himself had been fighting fiercely for two days and nights without sleep, and his arms and back were covered with various pharmaceuticals.
"Boss! Take it easy! There aren't many of us in front!"
His bodyguard followed closely behind him, firing a compact automatic shotgun at the enemy.
This gun originally belonged to the local armory, but now that everyone is a soldier, the armory has become a completely public area.
This bodyguard was also a brave man, and he often fired at a very close distance. His first shot hit the center of the enemy's eyes, and the other shot knocked down the enemy before the enemy could get up.
I gave my face another haircut.
The soldiers fought in a trench three meters wide and five meters deep. They faced a group of monsters.
"Kill! Kill!!"
Meck, who had been overdosed, gradually showed signs of losing control. He howled and chopped an unlucky Ork in half with his screaming chainsword.
He bumped into the trench and tripped the young soldiers who were charging after him.
The boy groped on the muddy trench floor and grabbed a laser gun that originally belonged to the dead man.
Just as he raised his gun, another greenskin fired at him from above the trench, only to miss.
The boy quickly fired a shot, and the laser hit the enemy's neck. The beast fell down clutching the wound. The boy was unable to dodge, and was crushed to the ground by the enemy's weight, with his face pressed to the muddy ground.
Sewage mixed with mud and blood flowed into his mouth. He immediately coughed and tried to jump up, but bumped into Meck.
"Lower your body quickly!"
Maker slapped him to the ground, and a gang member next to him shouldered a rocket launcher.
In the middle of a non-standard precision strike chant, the man pulled the trigger, and the rocket exploded into a green armored vehicle that was firing, and a large number of indescribable things turned into countless fragments.
"Kill all the green things!"
Meck is like a sickle, slicing through the charging enemies.
He smiled, his body covered with the blood of his enemies, and he brandished his chainsword, killing quickly.
Beside him, a boy with a muddy face grabbed a laser gun and staggered along with the large army. Their goal was to recapture a trench they had just lost.
After arriving at the predetermined location, the soldiers and gang members began to look for bunkers and shoot. For a moment, the battlefield was flashing with a burst of fierce laser fire, and the light reflected the cold light of the green leather blades.
Meck suddenly lowered his head and looked at the sixteen-year-old boy. He suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the gun away, leaving it still on the mudguard.
"Do you think you're a warrior?"
"Yes, sir."
"real?"
"Yes!"
"That's a fart! Little brat, I remember you were in the military band! Now play quickly, come on, let the melody lead us to victory!"
Looking at the officer with blue veins on his face, the boy was a little afraid. He felt that something was wrong with this man's state, like a drunkard or a drug addict.
So he tremblingly took out the harp from his backpack and played it gently. The sound was like that of a dead man.
Then he started playing a local folk song.
The young bard left to participate in the war. In the ranks of the dead, you will find him——
He had his father's sword tied to his body, and on his back was a harp and a sling.
The land of song, said the brave poet.
Even if everyone in the world betrays you, at least one sword will defend your justice, and at least one person will play the harp and sing your praises.
The poet fell, but the shackles could not take away his pride.
He broke the strings and left in the silence of his beloved harp.
He said, no shackles can stain you, your loving and brave soul, the song is sung for purity and freedom, and the moans of slaves will never be made!
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This song is often used to liven up the atmosphere in pubs. People often drink, clink glasses and bless each other to the melody.
When Meck heard the melody, he made a face, raised his head and laughed, stuck a tube of potion in his chest, and then rushed into the enemy group.
The militiamen also began to hum songs and kept firing their guns, just like sad songs echoing on the battlefield.
Suddenly, a large-scale artillery fire struck, and the boy's body was blown away by the shock wave generated by the distant explosion. The explosion directly opened a 20-meter-wide hole, and a large piece of soil flew into the sky with him.
Then, he was hit hard on the ground and felt dizzy. He instinctively buried his head in the mud, praying to be freed from the nightmare.
The boy lay on the dirt for a while and miraculously survived.
When he sat up, he found that the others who were charging with him were all killed by the artillery fire.
Then, the boy heard the horrifying sound of metal crushing soil and corpses. He lay on the edge of the trench and saw some huge barrel-shaped machinery slowly approaching——