"Too much!"
Amidst the screams, the soldiers were shocked by the vast green area in the distance.
Could this be their last moment in a tiring war?
With terrible thoughts in mind, Hartmann Paul tried to slide out of the trench a certain distance to take a look at the enemy's position behind the no-man's land outside the trench. Although he did not know where the opponent would launch an attack, with his To understand the green skin, the front is definitely the main direction.
But when he stretched out his head, all he could see was dust and dirt.
Then lasers roared past, and the enemy's screams were heard in the air. At the same time, more and more artillery shells fell. One exploded right in the center of the nearby traffic trench, and the soldiers' screams were immediately heard.
What fell on Hartmann's face was no longer water and dirt, but human body fragments.
Cursing, he stood up, his face full of anger, holding the pistol in one hand and the command sword in the other, and cut through the morning air.
"In the name of the Emperor! They are coming, all men hold the line until the enemy breaks through the mud wall before firing!"
Dong dong dong——
Suddenly, he heard the sound of drums, a tiresome sound.
But it wasn't the sound of the drums that really turned off Hartmann Paul, but its rhythm.
The rhythm was completely chaotic and irregular. Although it sounded no different from ordinary drums, the drumbeats were like coming from an ups and downs heart, overlapping and syncopated.
Although the bombing continued, the sound of drums was approaching the position and seemed to have overwhelmed the explosions coming from the front trenches.
When he picked up the telescope, he saw a crazy machine.
Thousands of crude mechanical structures are placed on crude crawler devices, which are full of reciprocating engines and small rotating turbines, driving levers in some way, allowing drum hammers to beat various sizes. There are various types of cylinders, the cylinders are also covered with human skin, and countless green beasts are shouting around.
Hartman tried not to think about where all that skin came from.
Ten minutes after the greenskin artillery launched the bombing, the human artillery also responded. The nest itself has certain defense facilities, especially the middle nest and the upper nest, where a large number of fixed turrets and super-large-caliber artillery are installed.
Soon, on a battlefield two hundred kilometers long and five kilometers deep, artillery fire from both sides began to intertwine, and the shells collided randomly in the chaos.
Then as usual, a large group of green-skinned infantry appeared.
After these days, Hartmann had learned how to estimate the number of enemies by their area, and just at a glance, he roughly estimated that their position faced more than half a million enemies.
And their "bad" group only has 3,000 people at full capacity.
3,000 people versus 500,000 beasts. Hartman thought this was ironic enough.
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 by no one, and even the high command will remain silent.
He has always believed that he is just a mortal and cannot keep pace with the glorious generals in history. He can only do what he can do.
With the support of light and heavy artillery, the greenskin troops formed a formation like a chokehold and gradually surrounded the position of the 9th Infantry Regiment of Armageddon. Intense barrages passed over the heads of the soldiers, and some hit them on the ground. Layers of dust were splashed on the soil, and some ignited tents, igniting blazing flames behind the battlefield.
Hartmann had been insisting on holding his telescope behind the bunker. He saw the enemy troops advancing with such terrifying and determined steps. This time the greenskins were determined to capture them, and the troops they sent were taller than before. Heavy infantry, wearing thick combat armor of different shapes, these should be elite commandos, not the previous stragglers.
This is just adding insult to injury for the 9th Regiment, which has very little heavy firepower.
What frightened him even more was that these greenskins did not charge regardless of hearing the sound of cannons as usual. They made full use of every centimeter of cover, moved forward at a leisurely pace, and raised their weapons towards the ninth regiment. Their claws.
"No firing without my order!"
In fact, the opponent had already entered the shooting range, but Hartman restrained his desire to fight back because they lacked long-range heavy weapons, and long-range laser gun volleys could only cause psychological effects and could not cause actual damage.
With the soldiers spread out in trenches and foxholes, surrounded by sandbags, Hartmann's orders were simple: Fix the bayonet, set the weapon to semi-automatic, and wait for his signal to fire.
For the first ten minutes of the battle, they remained silent, even as enemy fire poured down on their positions, the air was filled with feathery white smoke and floating dust, and artillery and rockets bombarded the battlefield, but most The shells came closer, blasting new foxholes into the slope.
Hartman once heard Political Commissar Yarek say that there are two kinds of enemies that are the most terrifying, one is cruel and bloodthirsty but extremely shrewd, and the opposite is cruel and rough.
The latter is sometimes more deadly than the former.
Estimating the distance of the opponent's leading troops, Hartman summoned the communications troops and chose the public command channel:
"Soldiers, choose your targets carefully and make sure every shot hits. Now fire freely."
The soldiers immediately fired back, and bursts of laser gun fire hit the greenskin troops' attacking spearhead.
With just the first salvo, Hartmann saw a hundred or more enemy troops fall, and then the soldiers increased their firing rate and began throwing grenades and firing rifle grenades, while mortars opened fire.
The confrontation between the infantry began, and the greenskins no longer walked at the same speed as before.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
After the familiar roar, the earth shook.
They began to charge.
The air became hot and filled with the smell of ozone produced by laser ionization. Because the human troops relied on the terrain and had higher cover and firing angles, they could basically ignore the bullets fired randomly by the enemy.
But even though they were firing one round every half second, killing an enemy every four rounds, Hartman felt they were hopeless.
There were too many enemies, and they couldn't retreat or break out of cover.
Either defeating the enemy or being overwhelmed by the enemy, the Ninth Regiment could do nothing but hold its position and fight to the end.
"Heavy explosive bombs! Move to the flanks! Suppress that side!"
"Lunengt, you take half the company to support the third company, and you take the remaining grenades with you too!"
"Never allow close combat unless absolutely necessary!"
Hartman has been directing from the front, even though his hat has been shot off by bullets three times.
The enemy had already swarmed up the defensive earth wall, and it was too late for the three thousand guns to find their targets carefully.
In the previous firefight, hundreds of greenskins fell, their mutilated corpses rolling down the slope to the bottom, but the Ninth Regiment was still unable to stop this wave.
"Fight and bleed for the Emperor!"
Hartman shouted, standing under the crude and somewhat comically crude regimental banner. The enemy's intention was very simple: to destroy them with overwhelming numbers and an unquenchable desire to fight. The greenskin commander would undoubtedly destroy their Soldiers are seen as victims.
But it’s also very scary in a way.
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