Chapter 631

In this galaxy, some things are so unreasonable and inconsistent with people's established thinking.

Although the human side sent their most powerful ground forces, although their armored vehicles were equipped with radar and sensors, and although the warships and defense stations in orbit had a monitoring system accurate to meters, green skin successfully raided them.

Hartman clearly remembered that the military affairs department had always claimed that the level of green paper's science and technology was several grades lower than that of the Empire.

But now it seems that although those beasts prefer blades, they also have guns and armor.

At the same time, in another dimension, the war showed from the beginning that the green skin had something else, something that the Empire did not have at all——

"Hide! Hide!"

Hartmann, who was trying to keep everyone alive, kept pushing the stunned recruits into the trenches or craters, but he was knocked to the ground by a shock wave the next second.

In a trance, his mouth was full of blood and sand came into his nose, but he still propped up his body.

Then he saw a soldier lying curled up beside him, his charred body smoking, and a disgusting smell of meat floating out of the place.

Hartman was almost scared crazy. He had never seen such a scene!

In a series of bright explosions, he saw many bodies scattered around, and the sand under them melted.

Harpy rushed out of a flash of light. He was shouting something to Hartman. Hartman could see each other's mouth moving, but he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing that the voice couldn't convey, harpy rushed up and pulled Hartman up.

Finally, his hearing gradually recovered, but all the sounds were intermittent.

"To... Go... Those... We... Can't... Fuck!"

"What? What did you say?"

"... a lot... All... To... That... Fucking... Idiot!"

Suddenly, just when everyone was dazed by the explosion, the flames and hail stopped.

Hartman blinked and looked at the mess around him. In the sudden silence, he heard a lot of sounds: the crackling of fire, the roaring of officers and the screams of the wounded, but all these were interrupted in his semi deaf ears.

"Fuck!"

Harpy suddenly shouted. His voice was terrible. Hartman turned his head and looked at the terrible scene——

The green skin is coming.

The boundless green infantry emerged from the falling night, gushed out of the shadows, and swept into the land of fire.

They have prominent tusks, twisted muscles, all kinds of coarse armor reflecting fire, axes and large blades in their hands, and some guys have strange guns in their hands.

Behind a particularly huge individual, a flag floating in the air like a kite is supported by a metal rod. It is painted with strange patterns of alien gods. It vaguely looks like a smiling face. At the same time, many fresh and blood stained human heads are hung around.

Anything, in their hands, will become a primitive, barbaric, but surprisingly effective weapon.

Even their voices.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the chilling howl, the green skin rushed across the bridge and even waded across the water.

The soldiers who first encountered the enemy were harvested like corn with knives and axes. Their arms and heads flew into the air, arterial blood gushed out, and the broken bodies fell to the ground.

"Brothers! Hold on! Hold on -"

"Ah! My leg! Give me a hand, brother!"

"Let's run!"

"To the parking lot! Go!"

"Grenade! Come on!"

In the face of such a fierce offensive, there is chaos on the human side, including fighting, escaping and stunned in situ.

Hartman heard several guns fired, but that was not resistance at all.

Until then, their commander finally appeared. The man held a pistol and held up his command sword.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The head of the 114th infantry regiment roared with indisputable courage:

"Put them down! Pick up your guns! Don't let them rush! For the Empire! For the emperor!!"

But the green skin is coming.

Wherever they go, the ground is full of human soldiers' bodies and remains. There is a slight blood mist in the warm air, which can be tasted by sticking out their tongue.

Hartman's hearing was completely restored. His ears were full of the hiss of the massacre, the sound of weapons waving and slashing, and the screams of soldiers.

He began to stumble back, firing with a gun as he ran.

Suddenly, a green skin rushed at him, and his mouth was full of yellow teeth.

Hartman shot into the other party's face. He was lucky and hit him directly in the eye. The monster directly covered his face and ran away.

Before Hartmann could breathe, he waved a sharp axe and leaned away.

He crawled to a safe distance, then fell on one knee, leveled his rifle and aimed at two charging enemies, but the bullets were empty.

After the officer appeared, the human side organized a little resistance. The laser bullets crossed the bright track in the air, and the green skin began to fall one by one. The whole body was on fire or the body was blown up.

"Headquarters! Headquarters! This is the 114th infantry regiment!"

Even in the front line, the reporter can be heard screaming.

"Logistics warehouse 39! We need assistance! A large number of enemy troops appear!"

But there was no response at the communication end, only disturbing white noise.

"Ask for support! We are being slaughtered! We are being slaughtered!"

Hartman had just slipped into the next ditch when a soldier nearby suddenly fell down. He looked at harpy - the poor bastard was split in half from his waist, and blood suddenly sprayed in all directions.

"Ah --"

Hartman was scared to death, screaming and twisting, but he saw a green Beast turning a rusty blade stained with blood for the next attack.

He immediately instinctively raised his gun and tried to parry the enemy's weapons.

The next second, the blade went through the root of his thumb, cut off all his fingers and the upper half of his palm, and flew his gun.

The knife was so swift that at first Hartmann didn't feel any pain. He staggered back and watched the small blood gush out of his destroyed hand.

Then he felt the sharp pain in his heart.

"Hum, ah!!!"

Then the machete waved back, leaving a shining track in the air.

But it didn't fall.

Another rifle blocked it, the blades intersected, and the cut knife was bounced away. A dark figure flashed, shot the beast's head with a precise shot, and then the bayonet came to his throat.

Hartman looked up and found that it was the bearded veteran. His face was sweating and his hands trembling with the gun.

Then the veteran looked down at Hartman.

"Be brave. Now you have to hurry!"

Then the veteran threw a bandage.

"Wrap your hands first."

But even if there were a few warriors occasionally, they could not stop the total collapse of the battlefield. More importantly, Hartman saw some galloping figures in the fire and smoke.