God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 676

"Too many!"

In the scream, the soldiers were shocked by the large green in the distance.

Is this their last moment in the weary war?

With terrible thoughts in mind, Hartman Paul tried to slide out of the trench a certain distance to see the position of the enemy behind the no man's land outside the trench - although he didn't know where the other party would attack, based on his understanding of the green skin, the front must be the main direction.

But when he reached out, there was only dust and soil in his sight.

Then a laser roared by, and the enemy's cry came from the air. At the same time, more and more shells fell. One exploded right in the center of the nearby traffic trench, and immediately came the soldiers' mourning.

What fell on Hartmann's face was no longer water and soil, but fragments of the human body.

He stood up cursing, his face full of anger, holding a pistol in one hand and a command sword in the other, cutting open the morning air.

"In the name of the emperor! They're coming. Everyone keep the front until the enemy rushes over the mud wall and fires again!"

Dong Dong Dong——

Suddenly, he heard drums, boring drums.

But what really annoys Hartman Paul is not the drum, but its rhythm.

The rhythm was completely chaotic and irregular. Although it sounded no different from an ordinary drum, the drum beat was like a beat from a fluctuating heart, overlapping and syncopating with each other.

Although the bombing continued, the drums were close to the position and seemed to have overwhelmed the explosion from the front trenches.

When he picked up the telescope, he saw a crazy machine.

Thousands of simple mechanical structures are placed on the simple crawler device, which is full of reciprocating engines and small rotating small turbines. In some way, the lever is driven, and the drum hammer knocks on all kinds of cylinders of all sizes. The cylinders are also covered with human skin, and countless green beasts are shouting around.

Hartman tried not to think about how those skins came from.

Ten minutes after the green artillery launched the bombing, the human artillery also responded. The nests themselves have certain defense facilities, especially the middle and upper nests, which are equipped with a large number of fixed turrets and super large caliber artillery.

Soon, on the battlefield, which was 200 kilometers long and five kilometers deep, the artillery fire of both sides began to interweave, and the shells collided indiscriminately in a mess.

Then, as always, a large area of green infantry appeared in Ukraine.

After these days, Hartmann has learned how to use the enemy's area to estimate the number of enemies, and he just glanced at it and estimated that there were more than 500000 enemies facing their positions.

And their "rotten" regiment has only 3000 people.

Hartmann thinks it's ironic that 3000 people play 500000 beasts,

Perhaps this defensive battle will be as legendary as many great battles in history, but he also pessimistically believes that such a feat will be remembered and told, and even the supreme command will remain silent.

He always thought that he was just a mortal and could not keep pace with the glorious generals in history. He could only do what he could do.

With the support of heavy and heavy artillery, the green army formed an array like two arms locked in the throat, and gradually surrounded the position of the 9th infantry regiment of amjidoton. Dense barrages crossed the soldiers' heads. Some hit the soil and splashed layers of dust, and some lit tents and lit flames behind the battlefield.

Hartman always insisted on holding a telescope behind the bunker. He saw the enemy advance with such terrible and firm steps. This time, the green skin was determined to win them. All the heavy infantry sent were taller than ever, dressed in heavy combat armor with different shapes. This should be the elite commando, not the previous scattered soldiers.

For the 9th regiment with pitifully little heavy firepower, it is tantamount to making it worse.

What made him even more surprised was that these green skins did not rush regardless of the sound of artillery as usual. They made full use of every centimeter of bunker, moved forward at a slow speed and raised their claws towards the ninth regiment.

"Don't fire without my order!"

In fact, the other party has entered the range, but Hartman has restrained his desire to fight back, because they lack long-range heavy weapons, and long-distance laser gun volley can only cause psychological effects, not actual killing.

Soldiers were scattered in trenches and foxholes, surrounded by sandbags. Hartmann's order was simple: put on bayonets, set weapons to semi-automatic, and wait for him to send a signal to fire.

During the first ten minutes of the war, they remained silent. Although the enemy's fire poured on their positions, the air was filled with white smoke like feathers and floating dust, and artillery and rockets bombed the battlefield, most of the shells were close and new foxholes were blown out on the slope.

Hartman once heard political commissar Eric say that there are two kinds of enemies that are the most terrible. One is cruel, bloodthirsty and shrewd, while the other is cruel and rough.

The latter is sometimes more deadly than the former.

Estimating the distance of the enemy's leading forces, Hartmann summoned the messenger and chose the public command channel:

"Soldiers, carefully select the target, make sure every shot is hit, and now open fire freely."

The soldiers immediately fired back, and bursts of laser guns hit the attack spearhead of the green army.

Just the first volley, Hartman saw a hundred or more enemy troops fall. Then the soldiers increased their firing frequency and began to throw grenades and gun grenades, while mortars opened fire.

The confrontation between infantry began, and the green skins no longer walked at the same speed as before.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！！！！！！

The earth trembled after the familiar roar.

They began to charge.

The air became hot and filled with the smell of ozone generated by laser ionization. Because human forces relied on the terrain and had higher bunkers and firing angles, they could basically ignore the bullets randomly fired by the enemy.

But even if they fired every half second and killed an enemy every four rounds, Hartmann felt that they had no hope.

There were too many enemies, and they could not retreat or rush out of the bunker.

The ninth regiment could do nothing but hold its position and fight to the end.

"Heavy bomb! Turn to the flank! Suppress that side!"

"Lunette, you take half a company to support the third company, and you take the rest of these grenades!"

"Close combat is not allowed unless it is absolutely necessary!"

Hartmann has been at the forefront of command, even though his hat has been shot three times.

The enemy has poured onto the defensive wall, and 3000 guns have no time to find the target carefully.

In the previous exchange of fire, hundreds of green skins fell down, and their mutilated bodies rolled down the slope to the end, but the ninth regiment was unable to stop the wave at all.

"Fight for the emperor's blood!"

Hartman shouted, standing under the simple to funny regiment flag, the enemy's intention was very simple: destroy them with overwhelming numbers and uncontrollable desire to fight, and the green commanders undoubtedly regarded their soldiers as victims.

But this is also very terrible in a sense.