Chapter 283

In the war Concerto composed of the loud sound of explosion and the scream of laser gun, the singing and drums became louder and louder. Another wave of cults rushed to the castle. Eric said goodbye to the artillery commander and quickly returned to the high command tower.

"There's something wrong with them."

The temporary adjutant stuck on the command tower suddenly warned that Eric magnified the image in the telescope.

He saw that many evil believers in front were wearing clothes full of bombs or holding explosives in their hands.

"Don't let them cross the bridge!"

He immediately ordered, and then the snipers on the wall began to kill the self bombers.

Some people exploded when they died. One of them had almost rushed across the bridge when he was hit. The explosive on his body released a huge arc flame, and Eric even felt the vibration of the ground under his feet.

"They worked harder."

In fact, the situation was not very good. When the artillery tried to suppress the enemy's artillery, more heretics rushed to the fortifications of the old castle, and the soldiers on the parapet turned their guns to aim at the first wave of enemies.

After long-term live firing training, the Star Army played an excellent shooting skill at this moment. One by one, the heretics fell like harvested straw. The first charge soon disintegrated, and the stragglers turned and ran quickly to meet the second wave of charge.

The angry noise of the heavy blaster stopped.

"Well done, soldiers."

Eric's voice echoed over the castle.

"But there's no time to celebrate and giggle"

Another enemy tide has burst from the rain and fog.

"The second wave!"

He cried:

"Everyone, replenish ammunition and energy boxes!"

If the first wave of enemies looked reckless and weak, they were like harmless farmers compared with these now.

The evil believers who rushed out this time were wearing rough armor made of scrap iron and leather connected with leather ropes or bolts. The armor was full of spikes, human skin and bloody head. In the sound of inhuman howling, they waved crude guns and knives, and a few of their limbs changed.

The emperor is on the.

Eric prayed.

Give us strength.

"I need a heavy blaster to focus on those mutant bastards and leave the rest to mortars and laser guns, okay? Firemen, wait for orders and don't waste fuel! Mortars, I need medium-range suppressive fire to concentrate on attacking clustered enemies, just like just now."

Under Eric's command, the heavy weapons team was ready throughout the defense line.

The second wave of the enemy was approaching quickly and shooting fiercely in the general direction of the garrison.

It's lucky for us.

Seeing that the enemy was so unprofessional, Eric couldn't help thinking:

"Even if they shoot at close range, they can't even hit one oglin."

Just when he thought so, he suddenly saw a soldier a few meters to the right of the gate thrown back to the wall by a force enough to break bones. The body fell on the floor and half of his head was missing, as if he had been bitten by something.

Within a few seconds, two soldiers in similar positions fell down, and the fatal wounds on their heads stained the back wall red. The blood was diluted by the rain before it even flowed down from the wall

"Damn it!"

At the same time, the foremost heretics crossed the stone bridge on the ditch and jumped over the embankment of knife-edged barbed wire and sandbags. Some people were scraped down by the barbed wire, while others trampled directly over their backs as a bridge slab through a dangerous barb.

"Flamethrowers guard the intersection."

Eric yelled in the communicator.

"A damn flamethrower, now!"

A moment later, the flamethrower hidden on the right side of the door opened fire, and a hot torch fuel sprayed out along the stone bridge, greedily swallowing the enemy's flesh and blood.

In just a few seconds, there were only molten iron pieces of armor, weapons and iron boots left on the bridge full of people, which can prove that those people once existed.

But there are still more and more enemies jumping over the bridge deck, and even when the flamethrower runs out of fuel, they can't stop them completely.

"Enemy attack!!"

The laser gunner immediately stepped forward to fill the position of the Musketeer.

The gate of the castle has long disappeared. Eric can only close it with temporary roadblocks, but it was opened by rockets a minute ago, so it must be guarded with the blood of soldiers.

Not only here, but also at the entrance of the castle in other directions.

In just a few minutes, his troops were stretched out.

"Listen, soldiers!"

Eric snapped into the loudspeaker:

"We have caught them at the bottleneck. The narrow entrance makes it impossible for them to fight well. I need them to be shot until they enter the bayonet attack distance! Then you know what to do, hold the defense line and remember the emperor's blessing!"

Shouts along the parapet filled the air.

"Emperor Shengyou!"

When Eric came out of the command tower, he would also join the battlefield. Once the cruel hand to hand combat broke out, their disadvantage in number would be magnified.

He didn't know whether he could survive today.

With this in mind, he raised his eyes and looked at the dark sky. At the moment, the dark clouds were like those endless enemies, weighing heavily on him and everyone's head.

"Won't you help us?"

He wanted to shout to the emperor, but he couldn't say a word.

He can only vent in his inner heart.

Eric raised his head and tears rolled down his cold rain beaten face - which contained his anger, his depression and his grief over his inability to do anything about what was about to happen.

This is also his prayer, his silent call to the Lord of mankind, his unswerving cry to death, and his desperate prayer for miracles.

It was also in this silence that a miracle appeared——

It appears in the form of silver gray stripes, drops rapidly in the mist, and the sun shines on the hull.

At first, it was like a dagger stabbing into the sky, but then it fell so fast that it roared to the point like a meteor.

Then its descent angle became gentle and flew over less than 30 meters from the command tower window.

It was an Ashtar aircraft, a thunder eagle, which Eric recognized.

And the color was no stranger to him, because he had fought side by side with them on another battlefield, astatic order, star knight.

In the whole empire, they are always the symbol of heroes. They are both death and redemption.

The roar of the engine rang through the battlefield. When the thunder Eagle drove past Eric, it deliberately slowed down, then left quickly and flew towards the river bank.

At the same time, its wings began to roar, its weapons were roaring, and that was life-saving music.