Planet Armageddon, main continent, Hades Hive, lower hive area
When the orc kicked the goal, Maxin knew he had finished the ball.
Standing half taller than an adult, and holding a chain ax longer than his arm in his thick fist, this green-skinned man scanned the barracks with bloodthirsty eyes.
Then, it threw its ugly head back, opened its sharp mouth and let out a wild scream that could wake the dead.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
It muttered its animal language, as if hoping that these humans would give in.
Of course Maxin wouldn't, even if he could understand.
They were the Imperial Guard, soldiers of the Emperor, and to the old man, the greenskins were always considered enemies.
The situation in the Hades hive is very complicated. Although the middle hive and the lower hive have fallen, due to the huge scale of the hive, even the greenskins cannot occupy all areas, so there have always been large and small isolations in the fallen area.
stronghold.
Maxin's regiment is located in an isolated stronghold on the edge of the lower nest. It is only a few kilometers away from the dangerous lower nest. It was originally a casino, but naturally there was no business when the green skins came.
After their regiment was defeated, they were unable to retreat to a safe area, so they could only flee blindly. Their number dropped from five hundred before to only sixty in the end, and they finally found this relatively solid place to defend.
Fortunately, the greenskins have little interest in this area, so they were able to survive the most dangerous time and took in many refugees.
It's almost a small town now.
Logically speaking, the greenskin should not have directly crossed the outer protective wall and entered the front hall. This fact reminded Maxin that the people on the outer protective wall had already been reimbursed.
Who knows, since the first cannonball fell, they haven't received any news from the sentry outside for three hours.
The casino is shaped like a gourd. After entering from the entrance, there is a smaller circular vestibule. Through the vestibule, you can enter the interior of the casino, which now houses more than 3,000 refugees.
Therefore, Maxin and the others could only choose to stick to the front hall.
"waaaagh!"
Before Maxin could give any orders, the alien suddenly jumped into the hall, its weapon flipped up and down, first cutting off a militiaman's arm at the shoulder level, and then splitting the head of another, the red and white things were mixed with pieces.
Bones were scattered all over the room.
Soldiers in gray uniforms poured out from behind their bunkers in disorder to fight against this sudden evil star. They thought they would never encounter these things again.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
The greenskin took two steps forward and was almost within reach of Chemasin.
The sergeant quickly backed away, raised his shotgun and fired.
The green skin's pitiful brains were blasted against the wall, and the headless body fell straight to the ground, its limbs still twitching. At the same time, the chain saw roared and slid across the blood on the ground until it was hit and stopped, its teeth gnawing at the metal.
ground.
Before Maxin could take a breath, more orcs rushed into the lobby through the plastic stairs, repeating their monotonous beast war cries.
WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
"Fuck you again!"
Some fired their guns directly into the air with wild enthusiasm, while others brandished oversized earthen knives and axes, roaring with excitement.
Masin pulled the trigger again, sending the lead one back among its comrades.
This move was enough to slow down their pace, allowing him to take out a grenade and throw it among them.
"Lie down!!"
He threw himself forward, positioning himself behind an overturned dining table as the shockwave swept across the room.
Before the smoke cleared, he raised his upper body and glanced at the surviving men - they were almost all new recruits, only a little older than when he joined the army.
This is the attrition situation of their 16th Infantry Regiment. It is really a tragedy.
"It's not over yet! Everyone, cheer up! Put away your **** Sima face!"
He yelled at his men to get ready for battle. There was no point in telling them to fix their bayonets now - it was a pipe dream to expect the poor bastards to survive a hand-to-hand combat with the greenskins.
Those who had the guts to fight in hand-to-hand combat would have been killed in the battle a few months ago. Those present could only hold their guns awkwardly. Some of them were busy putting on their helmets. Maxin even saw a 17-year-old rookie.
Trying to put on my own boots.
"Hurry up and pick up his X laser gun!"
He stood up and cursed, making sure his shotgun was pointed in their direction.
"At least stand and die like a man, damn it! If you hit me accurately, you won't even die today!"
Most of the Guardsmen raised their weapons, as if they at least knew how to handle the things in their hands.
Two of them looked completely frightened. It was probably the first time they had been so close to the greenskins. Even if the warriors really bumped into the same group of enemies, they couldn't guarantee that everything would be fine. But if they didn't move quickly, I'm afraid they would never be able to leave again.
I want to move.
"Do you still look like a soldier of the Emperor?"
Maxin scolded him so angrily that spittle flew from his mouth.
The guardsmen seemed a little frightened by him, which was a good thing. It was better to be afraid of him than the greenskins.
"Kill those beasts!"
One greenskin is still alive, although one of its arms can only be described as disconnected - a hard-to-kill stubble, this is the greenskin.
Then, it raised its body up with its legs and shouted in a language that people may never understand.
"What's the fuss about?"
The Masin guy took aim and pulled the trigger. The shotgun hit it in the chest and knocked it down.
He then stepped forward and stepped on its intact hand with his No. 12 Guards-issued spiked boot, crushing the fingers with force, and then hit it on the head with the butt of his gun.
Two, three times, the green skin stopped moving.
Maxin took a step back and fired another shot.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!
At this time, he could hear more greenskins howling and rushing up the stairs, and knew that the second wave was almost here.
He glanced back at the brats and found that they were eagerly waiting for orders, so he started scolding them again.
This place is neither good nor bad for a last-ditch effort. The gray plastic walls are relatively solid, lockers are on the other two sides, and a few metal tables, chairs, and statues are scattered in the center of the lobby.
"The enemy is coming! Get in position!"
He strode back and crossed them, keeping himself away from the shooting range of these rookies. He didn't want to be shattered by the light bullets.
At present, it seems that they will probably have to give it a try in this half-finished fortress in the isolated hive city, and there is a high probability that they will die if nothing unexpected happens.
Maxin was not afraid. He felt that he was lucky enough. He was just an ordinary soldier before, and his comrades in the same class had died long ago. He rose from company commander to regiment commander by rocket all the way, just because he survived.
In a sense, he has already lived enough, and all that remains is how to die to his full extent.
"waaaaagh!"
With roars, the greenskins filed in through the gate. However, they were blocked at the door. The guards focused their fire with maximum power. When the first greenskins fell, their flesh and blood were charred and smoking.
But the fallen bodies did not hinder those who came after them, and they never would.
They attacked all the way, pushing the injured aside, trampling over the dead, and closing in on the Guards at all costs.
"Keep the fire up!"
Maxine shouted, as loudly as any other greenskin.
If the greenskins manage to get close to the newbies, all bets are off.
"I will personally put this troll in the ass of anyone who dares to cease fire!"
They continued to fire, but the greenskins did not stop, walking faster than the ugly and strong creatures in the impression could achieve.
As the commander, Maxin naturally received special attention, and the first guy who rushed up rushed to him.