"Perfect death!"
Defeating a strong enemy gave Robin unprecedented excitement. He raised his sword and shouted, braving the hail of bullets and continuing to charge. His teammates could only reluctantly follow him behind.
Another wave of greenskins collided with them. Robin's first sword cut off the handle of a battle axe, and his second sword slit the throat of the greenskin in front of him.
In an instant, blood gushed out from the broken neck, and blood rained all over the sky.
Then Robin twisted his body to avoid the thrust of a machete, and then smashed the hilt of his right hand into the opponent's face with his backhand. The greenskin staggered away. Robin held the sword with his backhand and pulled the sharp blade from the greenskin's waist. The gap in the armor penetrated, and he felt the energy field of his sword burning through the enemy's internal organs and spine.
Although Robin greatly enjoyed the killing, the smell of blood, the pulsing of his own veins, and the smell of burnt flesh as the energy sword burned his body, he still realized that he could not afford to waste too much time on these greenskins. The consequences of too much time.
Suddenly, a string of flashing lasers was fired from the direction where the greenskins were attacking. It turned out that the surviving soldiers immediately organized a counterattack after seeing the reinforcements.
Robin moved on, his blade severing arms and slitting throats along the way, as if fighting in a gorgeous dance in which he played the role of the victor and the enemy's role was merely death.
Countless aliens have fallen beside him, and his armor is stained with their blood. His comrades are still fighting behind him, but he must keep pushing forward before the greenskins can use a greater numerical advantage to attack him. Defeat enemies before blocking their attacks.
Under attack from both front and rear, the greenskins were quickly defeated, and the team was finally able to join up with the survivors.
But the situation hasn't improved much.
"These....."
Hartman was lying in Eli's arms, as if he had been fished out of bloody water. There were no medics here, although his injuries no longer required first aid.
Breathing hard, he took off his dog tags from his neck with trembling hands, and then took out a large bunch of dog tags from the small bag on his waist.
"...it's up to you...to take us...home..."
Eli burst into tears and couldn't even speak a word. He could only nod hard and hold the blood-stained dog tags tightly in his hands.
"Are you the commander here?"
Suddenly, a deep voice came. Hartman turned his head, but he couldn't see anything.
"Ah... that's right."
Only then did Eli finally say a word.
"Sir! Reinforcements are coming! The Space Marines are coming! We are saved!"
Hearing this, a smile broke out on Hartman's face.
"That's great...they must have killed a lot of greenskins."
"Yes sir! They wiped out thousands of greenskins!"
Bahram looked at the dying mortal with mixed feelings in his heart.
Robin in the distance wiped the blood on the sword with the rag he picked up, and walked over.
"They've done a good job, they've been able to hold this off until now, but we can't stay here too long."
"What about them?"
Robin shook his head.
"They have their responsibilities, and we have no authority to command them. Whether they retreat or hold on, it is up to their superiors to decide."
"But we can't let them wait for death here."
"Stop fighting, the greenskins are here again!"
Haoma not far away interrupted the argument between the two. They walked over and took a look and found several huge shadows appearing in the distance.
"It looks like the greenskins are going to use their war machinery."
After taking out the night vision binoculars, Bahram took a look and saw that there were more than a dozen huge green-skinned Dreadnoughts.
And behind them, there are still endless infantry.
"Damn-"
Putting down the telescope, Bahram cursed and asked Haomo to fire at one of them.
Then the heavy explosive bomb fired a string of bullets, most of which hit the shell of the Dreadnought mecha, but only a few clusters of sparks burst out. The steel monster only shook a few times and continued to move forward.
And as they advanced, they continued to fire rockets and lasers at the trenches.
"No! We don't have anti-vehicle weapons. If we continue to stay here, we will be crushed!"
Just as the enemy was approaching, Bahram suddenly heard a roar from the sky. He raised his head and saw a red Thunderhawk swooping down from the dark night. The weapons on the nose and under the wings fired continuously and simultaneously. The outgoing missiles also swept over with their wakes.
The explosion instantly lit up the entire battlefield and destroyed four green-skinned Dreadnoughts.
After the Thunder Eagle circled in a circle, it slowly landed behind the position.
Before landing, the cabin door opened, and a warrior wearing gold-red armor, holding a power sword, and wearing a psychic hood jumped out of the cabin.
"You retreat immediately, I will cover you."
It was the Blood Angels think tank Callistarius who came to support.
I saw him walking quickly through the trenches, arriving in front of the position, and facing the surging wave of steel.
Bullets and rockets immediately hit him, but they were deflected five meters away from him, hitting him harmlessly on both sides.
Looking at the green-skinned Dreadnought charging at him wielding a circular saw and claws, the Think Tank took a step forward with his flat-ended sword and released a terrifying javelin-shaped blue flame, which hit the shell of the green-skinned Dreadnought and scorched the pilot inside. And knocked away a bunch of nearby greenskins.
"Quick! Let's go!"
Between battles, he turned and shouted at the other five recruits.
Robin immediately ran towards Thunderhawk, followed by Oscar and the Zod brothers. Bahram hesitated for a while and came to Hartman's side.
"Sorry, we have to retreat."
"It's okay...I can...expect it."
Hartman stood up with the help of both fighters.
"Those brats, they...shouldn't die like this...take them away."
Of all the young soldiers, including Eli, there were only twelve left.
Bahram hesitated for a moment, then Haoma ran over.
"Stop dawdling, it's just a dozen brats, take them away!"
Haomo's words strengthened Bahram's confidence. He nodded vigorously, turned around and said to Eli and others.
"You guys come with us!"
The other teenagers immediately started running, but Eli refused to move. Just now, all the surviving veterans handed him their dog tags - almost all of the soldiers here were injured, and most of them were missing arms. The short leg was seriously injured, but no one complained.
Seeing this scene, Bahram gritted his teeth, picked up Eli, put it under his arm, and ran quickly towards Thunder Eagle.
Callistarius was also fighting and retreating. A Dreadnought had already rushed towards him brandishing a saw. His eyes immediately burst out with sparks of psychic energy. The machine weighing several tons was immediately lifted into the air by invisible force, and then The think tank fired a javelin-shaped energy at its chassis, and the huge machine instantly disintegrated into countless parts.
"you--"
When he saw a bunch of young soldiers climbing into the Thunderhawk, with Bahram holding one under his arm, Robin frowned, but then stopped what he was about to say.
There were less than fifty surviving soldiers left, and they formed a ring defense to protect the Thunder Eagle. When Callistarius crossed them, what he saw was not the despair before his death, only the kind of despair. Unyielding fighting spirit.
Hartman breathed his last breath, leaning on the flagpole which was just a rag, smiling, and murmured softly as the think tank passed him.
"We...were fighting well, sir."
Callistarius's steps paused for a second.
"Um."
Then the Blood Angels think tank dived into the Thunder Eagle, with solemn expressions and no words.
As the engine roared, the Thunderhawk slowly took off into the air. Although no words were spoken, everyone looked down through the hatches and windows.
The green skin was like a tide, slowly extinguishing the last bit of light on the earth. Just when everything fell silent, a huge fireball suddenly rose below.
They detonated all the ammunition -
At this moment, Bahram, who became an Astartes, realized for the first time that courage and fearlessness were by no means exclusive to the Astartes.
Beside him, the young soldier Eli held a handful of dog tags and knelt on the ground crying -
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