"For the Emperor!"
"Kill these bastards!"
When the regiment leader led the escort to personally launch the charge, ordinary soldiers holding laser guns also advanced in company units, their bayonets shining, and containing anger as if they wanted to avenge the death of their comrades.
Although they may not be as skilled as the heretical soldiers who have been battle-hardened for a long time, they now have a numerical advantage and a morale advantage. Once the two sides come into contact, they fall into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
However, Hayes, who was in the machine gun squad, did not engage in the fierce fighting, but the cruel scene still shocked him.
Thousands of people were engaged in the most primitive fighting on a front less than two kilometers away, stabbing bayonets into each other's chests, or hugging each other and falling into a pool of mud and blood. Technology seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and human beings were back to where they were before. In the primitive state of igniting the fire, gouging his eyes, choking his neck, and even biting with his teeth, Hayes suddenly understood the true meaning of Hashet's sentence "War will turn people into beasts."
"I underestimated the young captain. I didn't expect him to have some courage."
Hashet, who seemed to have finally relaxed, leaned against the bunker, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands, then reached out and pressed the cigarette butt against the hot barrel of the machine gun, and a puff of smoke immediately came out. Light smoke.
After taking a deep breath of cigarette, Hashet seemed to hear something and turned around abruptly. Hayes also looked in the direction he was looking.
I saw a group of people rushing out from the other side of the battlefield.
To Hayes, it was really a group of weird people. Each of them was terrifyingly strong. Their upper bodies were almost naked with only simple shoulder armor. Each of them had criss-crossing scars on their bodies and faces, and on their waists and thighs. There were swords of all sizes hanging on their heads and backs, and above their heads, a blue flag was flying outwards.
If it weren't for the Astra Militarum emblem on his shoulder armor, Hayes would have even thought they were enemies, because their temperament was so barbaric.
"Uncle Hashet, who are they?"
Hachet frowned and blew out a smoke ring, then shook his head.
"There are too many strange regiments in the Astra Militarum, and I don't know them all."
At this time, their flags were suddenly raised high, and then everyone simultaneously drew out the largest and most terrifying long swords on their bodies. Under the firelight, the long swords shone like polished agate, making Hayes' spine hair tingle. cold.
From the mysterious procession came the sound of a brass trumpet, and then the sound of drums, beating wildly.
"Dedicate the heretic's head to the throne!"
With a blood-curdling cry, these soldiers tied a bloody ribbon to the tail of their swords, then formed rows of human walls and rushed towards the battlefield.
But they were not all cold weapons. Many of them held pistols in their other hands, and their shots could be heard even in the din.
For the infantry of the Red Pirates, disaster struck. A large group of terrifying swordsmen emerged from the billowing smoke. The charging infantry swept across the battlefield like a swarm of locusts. Their flying long knives shone in the dim light, the scarlet The ribbon resembles the outline of spilled blood.
The moment the two sides came into contact, hundreds of heretic soldiers were killed by whirling swords, and their heads and severed limbs fell to the ground.
The battlefield turned one-sided in just a few minutes, and more heretic soldiers fell into the dust. The pungent smell of blood and the bitter smell of gunpowder smoke were mixed together. Drums were rumbling everywhere, fires were shooting into the sky, and everyone was roaring. Filial piety.
"Die! Die!"
Arni had already thrown away the empty pistol. He held the sword in both hands and kept banging at a heretic. The man's chest was bleeding profusely, but he still stubbornly held up the laser gun to resist.
At this time, he felt that the blood all over his body was rushing. There was no fear, no worries, only desperate fighting. He didn't even remember how many people he had killed.
Suddenly, Arni flew up and kicked the man in the crotch. The moment the man bent over, the long sword penetrated the man's neck from top to bottom, piercing it and cutting off the main artery. At that moment, huge pressure Spray the hot blood on Arni's face, causing all his previous elegance and calmness to give way to brutality.
But the other party was equally tenacious, and actually stretched out his hands to hug his waist, and pushed him back hard in an attempt to push him down.
Arni steadied his steps, drew his sword hard, and then pushed his knees up violently, knocking the man to the ground and immediately making no movement.
After taking a few breaths, he looked around and found that the battlefield was indeed more complicated than he thought. The soldiers who once formed a well-disciplined queue were now scattered on the battlefield. The situation quickly deteriorated into a melee, and the discipline of any military queue disappeared. Now, humans are mixed together to fight each other, and the disadvantage of the cannon fodder regiment is immediately revealed. The officers cannot effectively control the soldiers, and everyone has no instinct to move closer to the regiment leader. They just blindly fight the enemy in front of them.
This gives the enemy an opportunity.
The heretics obviously wanted to turn defeat into victory. They concentrated their last strength to surround Arni's position. If the elite guards hadn't blocked him, he might have been overwhelmed by the enemy.
Arni also saw many guards he had not yet gotten to know die. One of them, in order to protect him, knocked down an enemy who was holding a grenade and was planning a suicide attack. By the time the explosion was over, his stomach had been cut open and his intestines It suddenly broke into two pieces like a tangled rope, and died in the stench of its own feces and blood.
Suddenly, a huge, scarred mutant appeared in front of Arni. With the reflexes given by the drug that had not yet dissipated, he dodged the monster's axe, while Muba Zun finally got rid of the entanglement of several enemies. , enduring the wound on his left arm, he thrust the combat knife into the mutant's chin. The blade penetrated the soft part behind the chin and was buried in the monster's head.
Arni turned around and hurriedly helped an unknown guard defend himself against two heretics.
All hell broke loose, the waves of fighting pushing people together like floating objects washed up on a beach.
Arni found that he could not command the troops at all, and he had no time to take into account the progress of other companies on the battlefield. His war became a personal battle of life and death - he realized that the descriptions in the book were always somewhat different from reality, and he did not Judge your time well to enter the battlefield and go too deep.
Then, suddenly, Arni heard a huge commotion coming from his left side: harsh battle cries and some unique accent.
The heretic siege suddenly began to weaken, as if some force was attacking from their flanks.
For a few long seconds, Arni had no idea what was happening. There were only excited war roars and painful roars. The heretics suddenly turned around and ran away, and their threat disappeared like the morning dew in front of the rising sun.
Arni stood there hesitantly, staring with his mouth open, wondering what drove the enemy away.
Then he saw them.
