Chapter 711

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Amegiddoton planet, main continent, Hades nest, 9th infantry position

Hartman Paul never realized that they could hold on for so long that they could stand firm in this position after the friendly forces on both wings failed.

Of course, the price is that there are less than 500 people left in the whole regiment, and the last replacement was 20 days ago, with only 30 lonely souls.

What they have to face is the green skin with geometric increase.

Now everyone is a combatant. The only non combatant, that is, the old cook, was killed by a bag of starch a few days ago.

Hartman simply held a funeral for him. Although everyone complains about the food every day these days, everyone knows that only he can make something barely edible with such poor materials.

And everyone is used to his night story.

It feels like losing a family.

But there was not much time left for the dead, because the next attack, Hartmann felt that maybe no one would hold a funeral for him.

They were almost surrounded, and green began to use light armor, which they couldn't deal with.

Mines, rockets, cluster grenades, all means are almost exhausted, and now everyone is trapped in the last small highland.

In the open area in front of the position, a green combat truck overturned on the ground, and black smoke poured into the air from its burning tail compartment like a huge wave. A green skin mixed with cables and right angle edges was tearing the bare bottom of the vehicle with some kind of technician claw pliers.

The soldiers from the low embankment of the trench shot at it one after another.

"Who is firing at the green technician?"

Hartmann roared on the phone. After these days, he has been able to distinguish the types of green skin. It is obvious that this is a real waste recycling mechanic.

"You're wasting your damn time. The laser can't shoot through such thick armor. I need a heavy blaster to fire at it. Where the hell is the machine gunner?"

"Here, sir!"

Then a low voice on the right shouted.

"We have deployed!"

Hartman looked at the machine gunner. He was a big gang member. The fabric of his coat was tightly stretched on his muscular arm. Hartman saw the power of his muscles when he raised his heavy explosive gun to fire at the green technician.

The oversized gun usually took a two person team to set up, and the guy picked it up himself.

"Ready, sir!"

"Take care of it!"

When the machine gunner opened fire, the thunderous noise of the heavy explosive gun shook the falling dust on the bunker, and even the surrounding sandbags were scorched by the muzzle flame.

Hartman watched carefully from the shelter and saw the huge green technician trembling when the bombs hit its armor plate one after another, and each impact splashed blue sparks.

Then the raindrops of the explosion found a weak point - the armor on the side of the monster was the thinnest. Then the bullet penetrated the metal and sank deeply into the green body. The fatal injury caused the beast to roar.

"Cease fire!"

But after the heavy bomb stopped firing, the green mechanic looked down at its tattered body in disbelief, and then fell into the ground from the scrapped truck.

"Well done!"

Just after Hartman said that, an explosion swept through the trench in front of him, and several soldiers were immediately swallowed by the flames, with mutilated limbs and meat flying all over the sky.

Through the smoke, he pressed down, and several strange red ragged trucks appeared in front of him. One of them was equipped with rocket launchers on the top and fired rockets at the trench shelter from time to time.

Even without binoculars, he could see that the fart elite crew of the vehicle were loading more heavy rockets into the launchers in groups. Some crazy little figures among them were jumping up and down noisily, obviously eager to ride on the back of the rockets and blow themselves to pieces.

What do you think of all these things?

As soon as the idea came into his mind, he reminded himself not to try to understand the thinking of aliens.

At this time, lunent climbed up to him.

"How do you plan to handle them, sir?"

"Only explosion."

Hartman's voice sounded like he was breathing under his scarf.

"I guess it's time to open these paste heads, isn't it?"

Then he turned to his men.

"How many brothers have a gel bomb?"

Five people gave a positive answer and came to their officer.

"Five bombs, four rocket launchers, great. One person stays here as a reserve team, and the others set the timer to 30 seconds. As soon as a bomb is loaded on those broken cars, you rush back here at full speed, okay? Don't stop to attack the enemy, the rest of us will provide cover fire. Your task is to install the bomb and run back like a mad dog Come on. "

"Yes, sir!"

After the four commandos assigned the bombs, they answered without hesitation or quarrel. Everyone was used to death.

"Mortar, a few rounds, a company, cover fire."

Soon, the laser and shells landed on the rocket vehicles. When the green people focused on a series of positions, the blasters were ready to raid the rocket launch vehicles.

"Now!"

Hartman roared. Four soldiers rushed out of the trench, each with a corresponding target.

The regimental commander stared at each soldier and watched them go through the smoke shooting area and rise and fall among the craters.

The fart elite team noticed the approaching people. They turned around and began to shoot at the people running back to the trench with shoddy pistols.

"Fire!"

The soldiers in the trench shot a dazzling flare and tore the ugly and deformed green face in half.

But a fart successfully hit the last runner in the thigh, and the man fell to the ground with a cry.

Luneng te jumped out of the bunker without hesitation, grabbed the man's coat collar and dragged him to his side. The fart essence turned to aim at him. The projectile hit him and splashed white snow foam.

The veteran noticed that the man's eyes turned up and there was no help, so he picked up the other party's bomb and began to rush to the rocket car.

After dodging the bullet and approaching the target, the other three photographed their inventory on the side of the rocket launcher, activated the timing switch, and then turned back to the hiding place.

But they were all knocked down on their return.

"Come on!!!"

Luneng te saw several guns pointing at him. Without hesitation, he activated the bomb and roared past.

The bullet hit him in the body, in the arm, through his abdomen, but didn't stop him.

In the screams of fart spirits, he jumped directly at the last rocket car.

Hartman clenched his teeth and tears ran down his face.

Just then, the bomb rang deafly——

For a few seconds, the whole world melted in a white flash, and he plunged his face into the soil when the heat wave of rocket explosion hit.

A moment later, one hand tried to pat the dust off him.

It's biographer Ellie.

"Are you all right, sir?"

Hartman raised his face. The mud mixed with tears made a mess of his face. He nodded gently.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Ellie."

Although the green vehicles were destroyed this time, more green infantry have poured up and covered the attack route with the smoke of burning debris.

Hartmann drew his chainsaw sword from its scabbard, moved his feet and stood up.

"Soldiers."

Ellie also held his laser gun tightly.

"Even if it's death, let's take one more green skin before we die!"