God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 712

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！

A familiar voice erupted from a distance. It was the angry battle roar of a green leader.

If the subzero temperature at the top of the nest is not enough to cool the blood, this alien roar can certainly do it.

Then, more inhuman roars vibrated the air, ran directly into the anxious guard's ears through the smoke of gunpowder, and transmitted the signal of war.

Hartmann tapped Ellie's communicator with his finger and said:

"Help me continuously update the status of the 1st and 4th companies. I need to know the combat situation of their defense line. I don't want any surprises."

"Yes, sir."

Hartman looked up at the sky. The night had blackened the sky and the wind had calmed down a little more than just now, so he spoke to the company command channel again:

"Brothers, get ready."

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！

In the blink of an eye, a large group of green skins rushed through the smoke path to the last position of the ninth infantry regiment of Hades, with thousands of them.

When the green skin was closer, the soldiers began to set fire and carve black scars on the flesh and blood wall. Although such light gun barrage was more than enough to intercept a human army, the green skin's charge hardly stopped.

The laser gun can cut off or scorch the target, but it lacks the strong impact of solid ammunition. The green skins disdain to pay attention to a small injury. The desire to fight is still burning in their red eyes.

Hartman also pointed his pistol at a green skin, slowed down his breathing, aimed at the target, and then pulled the trigger.

The pistol jumped back violently. A blood mist rose from the place where the beast used to be the head, the heavy body continued to run, the legs were still moving, and the muscles were executing the final instructions of the brain that no longer existed, so more bullets were shot into its head until the skull was lifted.

Finally, the headless body tripped over the tangled barbed wire and sprayed a red fog before it fell into the trench.

The steaming red liquid gushed out of the body. Even through the scarf, Hartman could smell the pungent smell of fungi in the green skin, but there was no time to stand in a daze, and more green skin rushed to the destroyed fortifications.

"Heavy logging machine, shoot these animals from the side!"

At Hartman's command, the heavy logging machines that had been silent opened fire. They were deployed on the two wings of the position and used cross fire to make the charging beasts pay a great price and fall one by one.

Even less than 50 meters from the last trench, the first charge was disintegrated, and the remaining green skin turned and ran quickly to meet the second charge.

The angry noise of the heavy logging gun stopped.

"Well done, but there's no time to celebrate!"

Another green tide has burst.

"The second wave, everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes."

With that, he took a new magazine out of his coat pocket and shoved it where it should go.

If the first wave of green skin looks big and fierce, they are just little ghosts compared with the swarming dark skinned beasts now.

These are big guys. Their arms bulge outward due to muscles swollen to an abnormal proportion. They all wear rough armor made of waste iron sheets and leather bolted together. Unless they hit the head, the laser gun won't hurt them much. At most, they burn the iron sheets hot.

These crazy green skins with war intention will not care about scalding a piece of skin at all. They will absorb all the light bombs and rush straight to the top of the ninth regiment.

"I need a heavy explosive gun to focus on attacking the armored bastards and leave the rest to mortars and laser guns, okay? Firemen, wait for orders and don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need medium-range suppression fire to gather fire to attack the stacked enemies. As just now, don't use hand grenades!"

Soon, the heavy weapons team was ready all over the defense line.

The second wave of green leather also approached quickly and shot violently in the general direction of the trench. The bullets hit the sandbags and made the soldiers lower their necks.

"Don't be afraid! They can't beat even one oglin at this distance -"

Just as Hartman said this, a soldier a few meters away to his right was thrown at the back wall of the trench by a force enough to break bones. The body immediately fell to the ground and half of his head disappeared, as if he had been bitten by something.

Within a few seconds, more than a dozen soldiers in the distance of the trench fell down. Once they were hit by green bullets, they were basically fatal.

Hartmann put the pistol back in its holster, held the handle of the power sword hanging from his left hip, and forced his blade to regain freedom.

He could hear the company's taxi officers shouting slogans to improve their courage. At the same time, the green skins jumped over the embankment of barbed wire and sandbags. Some guys were scraped down by the barbed wire, while others used their backs as a bridge slab through the dangerous barb and trampled directly over them.

"Grenade!"

In the first green leap to 30 meters, all the soldiers threw out their grenades neatly.

Boom!

In a series of roars, the wave of green skin rushed in front was blown upside down, with heavy casualties.

"Firethrowers! Guard the moat and don't let those animals turn in from the side!"

There are too many green skins. In addition to a large number of enemies in the front, many green skins appear from the side of the defense line and try to get directly into the trench. Moreover, as night falls, Hartman can't observe how many enemies detour to the side.

In fact, without looking at it, just listening to the roar, Hartmann knew that the person left on the side could not stop it at all.

"A damn flamethrower, now!"

By this time, green skin had jumped into the trench, and Hartmann widened his eyes when he saw them.

Even from the point of view of green skin, that guy can be called a behemoth. His coarse muscles developed to an abnormal proportion are much stronger than the largest of the ninth infantry regiment. Few people can stop it in the trenches.

But a moment later, the hasty firethrower opened fire.

A hot torch fuel spurted out along the trench and greedily swallowed the enemy's flesh and blood. Only a few breaths left the original big guy class with only molten iron pieces of armor, weapons and iron boots, which can prove that it once existed

"More are coming!"

The flamethrower turned his head and roared:

"There's only a quarter of the fuel left, sir!"

He then spewed another stream of fire, and Hartmann heard the roar of the green skin rush towards them through the roar of the flame, which suddenly cut off when the flame devoured everything.

Moments later, as more and more green skins jumped into the trenches, the flamethrowers ran out of fuel.

"Enemy attack!!"

He shouted and ran back from the entrance. The soldiers with laser guns immediately came forward to fill his position.

"Listen, brothers!"

Hartmann snapped on the walkie talkie:

"Even if I'm going to hang up today, I'll lie with you, but remember what I said before, killing one counts one, for the emperor and for amegiddoton!"

In an instant, the shouting along the trench filled the air.

"For the emperor! For amegiddoton!!"

Whew, more than a dozen flares rose slowly, enveloping the earth in a blood color.