God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 167

Miller found the correspondent lying in a crater not far from him. The undead pest was coming towards them, and kept shooting at the back of the enemy line with the main gun.

"Are you okay?"

Miller stepped forward and heard an answer from the other party.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't move. I'm in trouble."

The young soldier pointed to his feet. An ugly barbed wire caught his ankle, and blood was constantly leaving on his pants.

"I'll find a way to get you out and cover me!"

Miller took out his laser rifle, put it into the correspondent's hand, and bent his trapped foot.

Then he pulled out his pistol and shot at close range, breaking the barbed wire that trapped the correspondent's feet - he couldn't find a better way out.

"I'm sorry it hurts a little."

The soldier bit his lips and nodded.

Then Miller grabbed the remaining part of the barbed wire and broke it off.

The wire was very hard, and then he took a lot of effort to pull the correspondent's foot out of it. The relatively rough process made the other party scream in pain.

"I don't think you can walk. Lean on me and I'll take you."

He carried the correspondent's arm on his shoulder and dragged the other side forward.

"Wait a minute, our company flag is still over there!"

The correspondent pointed to a flag folded on the ground, covered with mud.

Miller then bent forward so that the correspondent could lean out and pick up the company flag.

"Let's go. Take it easy, man."

They stumbled back to their starting position. The people still squatted behind the craters and ruins pointed out earlier and shot at any enemy in sight.

Eric stood there, one hand behind his back, ignoring the bullets.

The other hand was pointing a blaster pistol at Miller.

"I can't pull our company flag or something behind"

Miller gasped.

"We can't accept the shame of losing the company flag."

The medic also took the correspondent away from Miller and put him against a sandbag.

"Just as I thought, you're back."

Eric said with a smile.

"Then why point a gun at me."

Miller shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the gun in ZW's hand.

"To prevent me from reading the wrong person."

Zheng Bian whistled and put the gun back in its holster.

"So are you wrong?"

"No, that's why I didn't kill you."

The conversation was soon interrupted. The Colonel sent a communication asking to speed up the attack and make sure to break through the enemy's air defense position within half an hour.

So the soldiers moved again.

Miller took a lot of effort with his platoon to reach the back of the place where the enemy deployed anti-aircraft guns. The bunker previously deployed by the green paper now provides them with good support.

Now they are no longer near the makado tank, so they have nothing to worry about the enemy's flat fire. The only headache for them is the two heavy machine gun fortresses and, of course, the fire points from the fortress above.

Fortunately, the attention of the green skin inside the fort seemed to be attracted by the makado tanks.

He moved his men from one bunker to another until they reached the side of the predetermined position.

The undead vermin has left and is mowing down the green skins who have the courage to come up, while preventing the enemy from reinforcing the area.

They hid in a battered fortress, ignoring the battered meat sauce of the defenders in the fortress, and then did everything they could to observe the enemy's artillery position.

The current battle focuses on these two points - one is on the side of the undead pest, and the other is the attack of others on the defense line they have broken before.

"It seems that they are blocked on the bridgehead and we have nothing to do."

Miller looked through the observation hole of the bunker, then looked at the entrance and exit opposite the bunker, and shook his head.

"No, we got a good chance. As long as those anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft rockets were destroyed, the Navy's fighters could come in and directly destroy the virtual shield generator, and then the whole war was over."

His men looked at Miller, covered in blood and mud.

Eric didn't need their consent, just looked, and then everyone nodded.

Miller asked the correspondents and medics to wait in the bunker, then asked the rest of his heavy weapons team to stand by at the top of the bunker, and divided the rest into two teams. The second team was led by Eric.

A minute later, he waited until the other Eric team reached the other side of the trench, and then ordered the anti vehicle team to fire.

The anti vehicle team fired a fragment rocket into the fort at the end of the front where the self-propelled anti-aircraft guns were deployed. Whether to kill all the members in the bunker is not a problem worth considering, as long as they are suppressed long enough.

"Right now!"

Roared Miller, and his team ran to the open ground in front of the enemy bunker.

The remaining individual Rockets have been pouring fire into the bunker.

But the fort was not destroyed. Bullets cut through the air and hit them, killing several unlucky guys, but fortunately there were no mortars involved.

Miller first got behind a low wall, then climbed into the trench behind the bunker, and then shot a short green skin with a pistol.

They came in and moved around the trenches of the anti-aircraft artillery positions, sometimes hiding in some bunkers to avoid the fire from the outside.

Miller waved to his fire team and moved them to the next position.

Others, carrying flags and long-distance radio stations, rushed in front. Behind them were people who cleaned the enemy in the trenches. They used bayonets to check whether the aliens were really dead, and threw grenades into the bunkers that might harbor the enemy.

It seems that they have great enthusiasm for this job.

Then Miller reached the previous bunker, took a deep breath and went straight into the circular fortress surrounded by sandbags.

There were two enemies inside. One was only half blown up by a fragment rocket, and the other was still breathing. He held a pistol in his trembling hand and was ready to fight.

Without hesitation, Miller fired three or four shots into his head with a laser rifle.

"The bunker is cleared!"

At this time, the sound of weapon firing and shouting came from the other side of the trench, and the soldiers led by Eric were killing a path of blood.

In the process, Eric also killed a soldier who dropped his gun and tried to run away.

They reached a place only five steps away from the enemy's anti-aircraft guns.

"It's too quiet. Something's wrong."

Eric looked around for a moment and confirmed that there was no green skin that could play.

"Anyway, those anti-aircraft guns and rockets must be completely destroyed. One team should deal with one, but be vigilant."

But as expected, as Eric tried to move from the bunker to the wreckage of the trench, he was hit by heavy fire.

"Those bastards are waiting for us."

Eric needs to find a way through the barrage. He crawls forward slowly and fires back only when necessary.

"Bastard, the enemy above saw us."

He turned on the radio.

"Miller! We're under fire. We need reinforcements, we need reinforcements!"

But through the earphone, he can also clearly hear the fighting voice from the other side.

"They ran up the trench!"

Eric hesitated and made a decision.

"Let's move forward, we can pass through the enemy's shooting!"

Everyone got up and began to run wildly, and the green fire poured down from above and kept shooting down the soldiers.

Eric dropped a grenade in the direction of the enemy. It flew past the destroyed anti-aircraft gun and went straight to the enemy's barrage.

"Golden throne, it's useless!"

The grenade exploded in a harmless position, and the enemy's fire became more dense. They were forced to hide behind a sandbag wall.

Eric didn't know how long the bunker would last. They fired several shots at the hole that was firing at them. A soldier was shot in the head when he looked up for the second time and tried to fire. He was dead before he fell to the ground.

"It's over! It's over! Damn it, we're trapped!"

The morale of the soldiers began to shake. Eric hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to aim the muzzle at the muttering guy.

Suddenly, the shock wave of the explosion shook the ground,

The shooting also stopped.

Eric leaned out his head and saw an incredible sight.

The enemy's positions have now become a pile of burning ruins, including several kilometers of artillery positions, all trapped in a sea of fire.

The shell exploded and crackled in the flames.

From the thick smoke, he saw a flag, a silver gray war flag, and more than 20 towering figures advancing steadily.

"Star Knight -?"

Eric was stunned because there were more towering figures emerging from the smoke behind the astates.

They had cold metal shells and walked at the same pace. They fired at the remaining special-shaped shapes with the laser gun on the shoulder and the automatic gun on the arm, made them into parts, and washed every inch of the ground with hail fire.

Farther away, Eric heard a vague cheering.

At this time, Miller came to Eric. His bloody hand held the flagpole and let the company flag fly high in the wind.

"We have just received the news that the astats have destroyed the void shield generator. We need to evacuate within half an hour and hand it over to the Navy."

"Yes, everyone evacuate immediately."

Eric immediately called the soldiers to start to retreat. This is the armored battalion. It also stopped its forward assault and began to turn the front of the car towards the starting place. The undead pests stopped not far away, as if waiting for their return.

"It's a beautiful game, isn't it?"

Lucian leaned against the command platform of the turret, smoking a cigarette and tied a bloody gauze to his forehead.

"Thank you."

Eric smiled, grabbed the Deputy behind the car and ran to the tank.

"That's great. I hope I can drive this thing again in the future."