The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In this galaxy, some things just do not conform to common sense, nor do they conform to people's established thinking.

Although the human side sent their most powerful ground forces, although their armored vehicles were equipped with radars and sensors, and although the warships and defensive stations on the track had meter-accurate monitoring systems, Greenskins successfully attacked them.

Hartman remembers clearly that the Ministry of Military Affairs has always claimed that the technological level of Green Leather is several grades lower than that of the Empire.

But now it seems that although those beasts prefer blades, they also have guns and armor.

At the same time, looking at it from another dimension, this war has shown from the very beginning that Green Skin also possesses some other things, some things that the empire does not have—

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Hartman, who was trying to keep everyone alive, kept pushing the dazed recruits into the trenches or craters, but he himself was knocked to the ground by a shock wave in the next second.

In a daze, his mouth was full of blood, and sand got in his nose, but he still held up his body.

Later, he saw a soldier lying curled up beside him, his scorched body was smoking, and a disgusting smell of meat wafted from there.

Hartman was almost mad, he had never seen such a scene!

In a string of bright explosions, he saw many bodies scattered around, and the sand under them had melted.

Harpy rushed out from a flash of light. He was yelling at Hartman. Hartman could see the other's mouth moving, but couldn't hear anything.

Seeing that the voice couldn't be conveyed, Harpy rushed up and pulled Hartman up.

Finally, his hearing gradually recovered, but all voices were intermittent.

"To...go...those...we...impossible...fuck!"

"What? What did you say?"

"...Many...all...to...that...fuck...idiot!"

Suddenly, just when everyone was so dizzy by the explosion, the hail of flames stopped.

Hartman blinked and looked at the mess around him. In this sudden silence, he heard a lot of sounds: the crackling of flames, the roar of officers, and the screams of the wounded, but all of this was half-deaf in him. Everything is intermittent in his ears.

"Fuck it!"

Hapi suddenly shouted, his voice terribly clear, Hartman turned his head and looked at the terrible scene—

Green Skin rushed over.

The boundless green-skin infantry appeared from the gradual night, gushing out of the shadows, and swept toward this land of flames.

They have protruding fangs, knotted muscles, all kinds of crude armor reflecting the fire, and they also wield axes and big blades in their hands. Some guys also have strange-shaped guns in their hands.

Behind a certain huge individual, a flag that floats in the air like a kite with a metal pole is painted with weird patterns of alien gods, which vaguely looks like a smiling face, and there are many fresh, dyed faces hanging around it at the same time. Human head with blood.

Anything in their hands becomes a primitive, savage, but shockingly effective weapon.

Even their voices.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the frightening howl, Green Skin rushed across the bridge and even waded across the water.

The soldiers who first encountered the enemy were all harvested like corn by that swinging knife and axe, their arms and heads flew up into the air, arterial blood spurted out, and the broken corpses fell to the ground.

"Brothers! Hold on! Hold on—"

"Ahhhhhh! My legs! Pull me a brother!"

"Let's run!"

"Go to the parking lot! Go!"

"Grenade! Quick!"

In the face of such a fierce offensive, the human side is in chaos, there are battles and flees, and there are also stunned.

Hartman heard a few guns fired, but that was not a resistance at all.

Until then, their head finally came forward, and the man held a pistol and held up the command sword.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The commander of the 114th Infantry Regiment shouted with indisputable courage:

"Leave them down! Take your guns! Don't let them rush over! For the empire! For the emperor!"

But Green Skin has already rushed over.

Wherever they went, the ground was full of the corpses and remains of human soldiers, and there was a fine mist of blood floating in the warm air, which could be tasted by sticking out their tongues.

Hartman's hearing was completely restored, and his ears were filled with the hiss of the massacre, the sound of weapons slashing, and the screams of soldiers.

He started staggering backwards, firing with a gun as he ran.

Suddenly, a green skin rushed towards him, and his mouth was full of sharp yellow teeth.

Hartman blasted the opponent's face with a shot, his luck was good and he hit the eye directly, and the monster covered his face and ran away.

Without waiting for Hartman to breathe, he swung an axe, and Hartman drew sideways.

He crawled and crawled to a safe distance, then knelt down on one knee, levelled the rifle, and aimed at the two enemies who were charging, but then all the bullets fired were empty.

After the officer appeared, the human side organized a little resistance, and the laser bullets traversed bright tracks in the air, and the green skins began to fall one by one. The whole body was on fire or the body was exploded.

"Command! Command! This is the 114th Infantry Regiment!"

Even on the front line, the correspondent's hoarse roar can be heard.

"Logistic Warehouse 39! We need help! A large number of enemy troops appear!"

But the communication end never responded, only disturbing white noise.

"Please support! We are being slaughtered! We are being slaughtered!"

Hartman had just slipped into the next trench when a soldier beside him suddenly fell down. He fixed his eyes and saw that it turned out to be Harpy—the poor worm was cut in half directly from his waist, and blood was sprayed in all directions.

"what--"

Hartman was half to death, screaming and twisting his body, but he saw a green beast turning a blood-stained rusty blade to prepare for the next attack.

He immediately instinctively raised the gun in his hand and tried to parry the enemy's weapon.

The next second, the blade of the blade passed through the base of his thumb, cut off all his fingers and the upper half of his palm, and shot his gun flying.

The knife was so swift that Hartman didn't feel any pain at first, he staggered back, watching the tiny blood flow from his ruined hand.

After that, he felt the piercing pain.

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Then the machete swung back again, leaving a shining trail in the air.

But it did not fall.

Another rifle blocked it, the blades intersected, the slashed knife was bounced, a dark figure flashed, and the beast's head was blasted with a precise shot, and then the bayonet came at the throat again.

Hartman raised his head and found that it was the bearded veteran, his face was sweaty, and his gun hands were shaking slightly.

Then, the veteran looked down at Hartman.

"Be brave, you have to go now!"

Then the veteran threw a roll of bandage over.

"Wrap your hands first."

But even if there are a few warriors occasionally, it can't prevent the total collapse of the battlefield. More importantly, Hartman saw some galloping figures in the fire and smoke.