Chapter 677

Before reaching the position of the ninth infantry regiment, Lvpi had killed thousands. They died under the death fire network intertwined by slopes and angles, but they still had an absolute quantitative advantage.

Now they are approaching the front.

"Go! Go! I'll see whose axe has no blood. Fuck its body!!"

Vargo, the green leader, led the commandos to rush to the defensive position of the ninth regiment. A laser penetrated his shoulder covered with armor and burned through one of his arms, but did not shake him at all.

He quickly turned around and when his men arrived, he fired two shots at the shrimp.

The huge double barreled pistol spewed out flames and directly broke the soldier's upper body.

In Vargo's eyes, any shrimp is just a mole ant. They can only hide in the house because they are too timid. Thinking of these, anger, bloodthirsty, greed, rage... All kinds of emotions pass through the body of the green leader.

After he rushed to the position, he waved his axe to kill left and right, and knocked down the bodies of the soldiers who surrounded him.

Maybe the shrimps will use all their skills to fight to the end, but they are light infantry and wear light military uniforms. Their physical fitness and resilience are far from being compared with the green and powerful oks.

Even if more boys are sacrificed, victory is still victory. The ruthless punishment of these weak shrimps is the meaning of battle.

Victory belongs to them!

"Hold on! Don't mess!"

Hartmann was still standing at the forefront of command. Twenty meters in front of him, a soldier had stabbed his bayonet into the green skin of the first to rush to the trench.

The second soldier inserted his bayonet into the green thigh, then cut his throat under the helmet armor, and then Hartmann shot the rolling and twitching beast in the face.

Now, the war situation has become anxious. There are close combat and hand to hand combat everywhere. Human beings and wild animals are wrestling in the trenches. One after another is screaming and yelling.

The boundary between man and beast becomes blurred here.

Glass, a recruit who once escaped from death with him, was shot in the head after killing three farts and a green skin.

Hartman looked at rages, and he thought he wanted to pick up each other's dog tag sometime.

However, with more and more enemy troops on the battlefield, time and space become more and more urgent.

This is the heat of battle. The white hot battlefield is burning with the flame of hatred - although many soldiers will talk about it, few have experienced it.

Hartmann pierced the chest of a fart two meters away, and then stabbed the command knife into a green skin's jaw that was about to be cut off.

Suddenly, he felt a stream of heat flowing down his back, so he looked back and saw a giant rushing towards him like a hill with anger.

This is the biggest green skin on the battlefield at present. Obviously, it will have a single fight between commanders.

"Fuck!"

The creature rushing towards him was a big man, and the bulging shape of its muscles was almost a rock. Even the statues in the square stood beside the monster.

Compared with humans, it is more like a giant ape. It can hardly see its neck from the front, only has a huge head, and there are a pair of small red eyes under the exaggerated eyebrow bone.

The lively green skin is always full of hate, and the whole body reveals an instinctive cunning, which may make up for their lack of wisdom.

Although he is very big, he is agile and has an advantage incompatible with his appearance. Every action pays great attention to saving physical strength and ensuring accuracy.

The most frightening thing for Hartmann is undoubtedly the great power contained and burst out of those heavy muscles and can focus on one point - if hit, it means death.

"Sir!"

Herald Ellie climbed out of the trench, holding a laser gun in his hand, as if to fight side by side with Hartmann.

But Hartman kicked him back into the trench.

"Don't make trouble! Hide!"

Hartman's thumb pushed the switch of the command sword. As a regimental officer, he deserved to be assigned a chain saw sword.

He has been an ordinary man all his life. He has no way. He can't think of any way. He will wave a chain saw sword one day.

Then he looked at the laser pistol and confirmed the ammunition inside - the weapon was in hand. He immediately felt much more at ease.

Bang bang!

Suddenly, a few giant sounds made Hartmann shrink his neck. There was no doubt that the green skin was close to the distance from which the crude weapons in his hand could fire, but fortunately, the facts proved that most of the green skin did not aim at the shooting mind, and the devious bullets exploded a few meters away from Hartmann.

Even so, the explosion made it very excited, accelerated its speed, and soon climbed up the slope where Hartmann was located.

In the light of the fire, the melee weapons it held in the other hand glittered, and those short handled giant axes were more like kitchen utensils than should appear on the battlefield.

"I hope you're ready to go to hell."

Hartman immediately shot with a pistol. The laser hit the monster's trunk, penetrating the weakness of its armor, leaving burning bullet holes in its dense body.

But usually it can put down a person's wound, but it barely slows down its speed, and its high fighting spirit has not weakened at all, as if the bullet just successfully angered it.

“Waaaaagh!”

It screams the war howl aroused by pain and anger, which is unforgettable to everyone who has faced it - nothing is more creepy than the roar of hundreds of green skins.

"To NIMA!"

Hartmann blocked a terrible axe chop with a chain saw sword, and then fired four or five shots at the exposed abdomen of the master of the axe with a laser pistol in his other hand.

But it just made him wobble a few times, then with his amazing mouth open and shouting a bone shaking howl, he pressed Hartman.

For a moment, Hartmann's eyes were full of sharp fangs and a throat that seemed to swallow him whole

, at this critical moment, a thunderbolt passed by and directly cleaved on the green skin, making it freeze in place.

Almost without thinking, Hartmann raised his pistol in his left hand and fired a burst of shots, directly hitting the stinking big mouth.

Green's head burst from behind, and his brain burst out of the wound.

Lifeless, it staggered, stared at Hartman in surprise for a moment, and fell down.

Feeling the burning power of lightning a few seconds ago, Hartmann turned and saw a figure in a cloak behind the position.

Then, the man clenched his hands, and a terrible force visible to the naked eye roared out from under the cloak. At the same time, a startling wind rolled up on the battlefield with a loud killing sound.

Suddenly the sky and the earth were dark and the sun and the moon were dark.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the strong wind quickly sublimated and transformed into a huge tornado with a diameter of more than one kilometer mixed with lightning and sand, and swept away in the direction of the green skin. Many green skins were rolled into the air when they were caught off guard.

The tornado even rolled all the way to the green position and destroyed many artillery.

Without follow-up support, the green people who had just rushed to the position were quickly destroyed by the defenders.

But Hartman's attention was no longer on the green skin. He just stared at the figure and muttered in an incredible tone:

"A wizard..."