The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the other party finished introducing the name, Winter suddenly spoke, looking a little shy.

"Will... the enemy rush in? Those fallen space fighters? I heard from others that there may be many coming outside?"

"Sometimes, recruit, it's better not to think too much about these things."

Huck sighed.

"I guess you have just served for less than half a year, just keep your faith."

"Faith? Are you talking about the Emperor?"

"Yes. No. Maybe."

Suddenly, Huck's words became as slow and thoughtful as his expression.

"When I first became a guard, I used to believe in many things. I believed in the general, I believed in the political commissar, and most importantly, I believed in the **** emperor. Now, I definitely don't believe in the first two, but the **** emperor ?It's usually hard to see his light in countless massacres, but a person must have some belief in something, so yes, I always believe in the emperor, I believe in him, and I believe in comrades in arms. These are two of my beliefs , I hope you are the same, otherwise it will be very difficult for you to survive in the next battle."

Marbo also spoke again, saying something that even surprised Huck.

"Remember, kid, there's something as important as belief. It's called hope. A man must have hope, or he might as well not be alive. It's as important as the air we breathe. So, no matter how bad things get, no matter How bleak they look, have to remember not to give up hope, believe me, if you can hold on to your hope, then you have a chance of surviving in this hell."

Suddenly, Hashett's voice was heard in the distance, and at the same time, the shrill siren began to echo in the passage, and all the lazy Catachans immediately stood up, ran and shouted, and picked up their equipment.

"What!? Quick! Go to Uncle Hashett!"

Hayes quickly grabbed Winter's hand and ran towards Hashett, because this was a battle warning, which meant—

The enemy is coming soon!

"Hayes."

At this moment, Marbo's voice came faintly from behind.

"If your group is finished, come to us immediately, this is the only way for you to survive, you can't stop it, remember, keep hope."

"Marbo, what's the matter with you today?"

"Maybe. Boring."

Soon Hayes and the others returned to the regiment station. At this time, Arni also received the news that the front-line troops needed support. As the second-line defense force, they certainly could not stay in the back leisurely. When the front-line troops were in a tight situation, they needed timely support. If the front line is really unable to support, they will also accommodate the retreating troops, and use a new line of defense to delay the enemy, waiting for new reinforcements.

Just 20 minutes ago, the enemy's first wave of jumping troops broke through the ground defense and began to enter the first underground defense circle. According to the information above, the defense zone they are in alone probably There are nearly five hundred Chaos Space Marines and a large number of cultists and demonic machines who follow them.

As always, Arni sent Oranios and his battalion to support a ring of defensive troops deployed in a position connected to them. The opponent was also a native regiment of the Maelstrom, but the relationship was not as strong as Arni's. In fact, they were deployed in a The rings are basically local regiments, because this line of defense essentially consumes the enemy, and the second-ring troops are the main defensive force. When the enemy crosses the first ring and reaches the second ring exhausted, the second-ring troops will immediately counterattack. Before the enemy has a firm foothold, defeat or even defeat the enemy, and then try to regain a ring of positions. Such a flexible defense can buy more time than a deadly defense.

As a result, Hayes and his battalion quickly marched along the passage through the first defense hall, and arrived at a rail transit station about ten minutes later. They quickly maneuvered on a simple rail trolley, and arrived in more than half an hour.

When Olanios communicated with the group leader here, he realized that they had already repelled a wave of enemies. They were all lunatic-like cultists. There were not many of them, and they were obviously probing troops.

Then the second battalion was deployed in a position made of rocks and metal barrels. As the company's heavy fire support squad, Hayes and the others spent a lot of effort to deploy the heavy bombers, so each of them was out of breath. .

For some reason, the entire defensive position was terribly quiet, and everyone was staring at the wide area in front of them. There were many fragmented corpses lying there, all of them looked pale and inhuman. No one dared to clean up the pile of corpses.

Farther away, there are a few dark holes, which are passages leading to the ground, but now they have become a magic cave that makes everyone highly nervous, as if countless monsters and ghosts will jump out of it in the blink of an eye.

Another point is that those passages are also the most spacious in the entire underground defense, which means that they can accommodate more enemies. The troops stationed here before have fought with the enemies in the passages and killed many, but there are still many enemies. And according to survivors, there are many "metal demons" among them, and there are terrible machines that can open the passage.

The atmosphere in the trenches was unprecedentedly tense. Everyone knew that an attack was coming, but the most suffocating thing was not knowing the future that would happen, but not knowing when this future would come and in what form.

Even though these men have faced dozens, possibly hundreds of such attacks in the past, every trace of tension on their faces is still palpable for anyone to see.

Hayes let go of the gun with his left hand, reached into his pocket, and took out the rose-colored cherub statue.

Maybe this is his last battle, can he hold on, can he survive? These questions echoed violently in his mind, but he couldn't find the answer.

Suddenly, that indifferent voice appeared in his ears like an echo.

hope-

It was that frightening man named Les Mabo.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the distance. It seemed that thousands of people were running, babbling nonsense and chattering with incomprehensible accents.

After that, Hayes saw the flash, which gradually expanded from small to small, and accompanied by a sharp scream, it was getting closer.

Until, almost above their heads, the scream reached a level of terrific shrillness and piercing.

"Bombardment!"

Hashett yelled, grabbed Hayes by the collar, pulled him down together, and jumped towards the bottom of the ditch dug in the rock behind.

When he fell on the trench floor, Hayes' **** slammed into the ammunition box, and the rest of the squad fell to the bottom of the trench one after another, embracing the ground like long-lost lovers.

Boom boom boom——

The ground was shaken by multiple explosions, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Hayes' body trembled, his eyes were closed, and he buried his face in his arms, his lips murmured a series of devout prayers of choking and fear, begging for salvation.

As he prayed, his mind was filled with desperate and angry questions.

How is it possible that the enemy was able to bring the artillery underground?

But there were no answers, just more explosions and flying earth as the bombing continued.

Then, suddenly, thankfully, the explosion stopped.

"Move! Move! Move! Back to position!"

Hashett suddenly shouted.

"Hurry up! Before these **** charge up!"

(end of this chapter)