Bahram quickly leaned against the wall to seek cover, but the intense firepower overwhelmed him and he could barely lift his head.
"Grenade!"
The Astral Knight recruit took out a grenade, pulled out the latch, counted five, and then threw it into the street.
"Die!"
He roared in the direction of the greenskins after the grenade detonated, taking advantage of the enemy's weakened firepower to run to the window and then jumped out of the building and landed on the street.
As he landed, he used the last explosive shell to smash the head of another greenskin, grabbed an ax from the opponent's hand, and threw it hard on the head of a guy with a wrong face ten meters away.
Then he took out a new magazine from his waist, which had a capacity of thirty rounds and used heavy-duty warheads.
After reloading, he quickly launched a new charge and passed a burning bunker.
While rolling to reduce the impact of landing, he fired at the enemy. A burst of short fire knocked down three enemies in front of the far wall. Two enemies were hit in the torso, and the other enemy was directly shot in the head.
Bahram stayed low, weaving in and out of the bullets.
Suddenly, at a corner ahead, a boy in a red jacket swung an ax and struck at him, shouting.
"Come and hit me! Hit me on the chest! Hit me on the chest!"
Bahram fired directly, and the bullet hit the greenskin's chest, but his out-of-control body twisted like a puppet with its strings cut off, and finally fell to the ground.
This is a really funny moment.
Bahram ran low to the corpse and cast a contemptuous glance. He couldn't understand what the green skin was saying, but he just felt that this guy was particularly noisy.
"Company commander."
Bahram whispered into the communicator:
"The enemy has been successfully disrupted."
Just as he said, the greenskins were disrupted by the sudden firepower from behind. Part of them turned around to catch the sneak attackers, and part of them wanted to continue the attack. The result was that they were huddled together on the battlefield.
At this time, Ariel ordered to open fire again, and the heavy machine guns and mortars destroyed the unobstructed greenskin with astonishing efficiency.
Then, Armin's calm voice came from the other end of the communicator.
"Very well, now come back with the others."
Bahram then moved to various ambush points, gathered his team, and returned to the entrance to the parapet pipe.
Just as he entered the pipe, he suddenly felt a rustling vibration on the soles of his boots.
When he turned around, he saw a strange-looking tank appearing at the far end of the street.
It was like a metal monster assembled from all kinds of junk. The huge exhaust pipe tiredly emitted black oil smoke, and the flag supported by the metal pole swayed left and right as the tank accelerated.
"They have tanks."
Bahram said into the communicator.
"How many are there?"
"I saw six."
"Things are really getting interesting."
Armin laughed and cursed, although his voice turned serious again.
"You guys pull back first."
As soon as they entered the passage, the rumbling sound of cannons shook the entire tower city.
Under the bombardment of the Greenskins, many were left bleeding from injuries, and some began to experience strange withdrawals, either as a side effect of taking too many combat potions or because they were on the verge of insanity - or both.
The once neat uniforms turned into rags and remnants of robes, and the exquisite leather boots turned into black belts tied to the blackened feet with worn ropes. Everyone was gray and disgraced.
"They won't live long."
Seeing those people twitching on the ground, Armin said lightly. His eyes wandered on the battlefield. The paint on the armor had long been worn away, and dried blood condensed on the exposed metal layer of his armor.
"But those who are still alive must hold on."
Yarrick used his remaining arm to support the hot edge of the parapet.
"Hades will not fall, the greenskins will be destroyed, even if this process consumes every ounce of our strength, determination and life."
After killing the war leader, some people even felt that Yarrick's appearance had changed, becoming as uncompromising as his character - his chin was strong and square, and his eyes were frightening when he narrowed them.
He is now holding a chainsword, the same one he used to kill the war boss.
"Calm down, Commissar, we are still holding on to the hive, and we will always hold on to it. This place will never--"
"Waaagh!"
The howl of the wind had subsided, replaced by another howl.
The beast's war cry filled the sky, and the sound was so loud that the bricks were loosened.
Armin looked to the edge of his vision. The greenskins charged again. Their team was like a flash flood during the rainy season. The explosive green wave submerged and swallowed up countless debris on the ground.
The enemy appeared within the range of the Basilisk. The only three remaining Basilisk were in the defensive hideout of the tower city. However, they did not fire. Due to the scarcity of ammunition, they would not start taking action unless they were sure they could hit a high-value target.
The guns on the tower city wall revived again after being alerted.
But Armin noticed that there was a certain determination in the charge of the greenskins, and the number of them falling was not enough to reduce the size of their ranks.
It makes no sense at all. What are they anxious about?
Armin thought about the possibilities.
"Hades will never die!"
At this time, Yarick shouted loudly, and all the surrounding soldiers heard it, and their determination was restored again. This huge tower city seemed to respond to his thoughts, and finally the heavy defense artillery also opened fire. Then the basilisks joined the ranks - their targets were those tanks exposed within range.
Huge explosions of flames bloomed one after another in the greenskin charge team. Thousands of greenskins burned because they were stuck with the ignited chemicals and began to twist in pain. Then the explosion burned the blackened greenskins. The skinned corpse exploded dozens of meters into the sky.
Those tanks were also hit by precise artillery fire one after another and turned into burning scrap metal.
When the sound came from the radio, Yarrick did not notice it immediately. He was focused on the heroic explosion caused by the fire of defensive weapons and the death of thousands of green skins, which was like the sound of defiance in the hell of the apocalypse.
"Political Commissar, the ammunition quantity of the fortifications has dropped below 20%."
The officer in charge of the artillery warned.
"The stock of incendiary bombs is only 10%. Three-fifths of the point defense machine gun towers and automatic gun turrets have either been destroyed or have no ammunition. The Basilisk ammunition has also bottomed out. I suggest that we cease fire. We need ammunition to withstand the next attack. Raid.”
"Just do it."
Alex responded:
"We will use our fists and blades to knock the greenskins off the wall, just like we did several times before."
Armin nodded.
"Yes, Commissar, I have a feeling that people will remember the glory of this defense for centuries to come."
The radio was cut off, and the greenskins had already entered the effective range of grenade throwing. Although the shooting continued, a few greenskins still broke through the fire net.
But then they were brought down by a hail of grenades.
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