Chapter 767

Bahram quickly leaned against the wall to find cover, but he could hardly lift his head under the heavy fire.

"Grenade!"

The star Knight recruits took out their grenades, pulled out the pins, counted five times and threw them into the street.

"Die!"

He roared in the direction of the green people after the grenade detonated, ran to the window while the enemy's fire weakened, and then jumped out of the building and landed in the street.

While landing, he smashed another green head with the last bomb, grabbed an axe from the other hand and threw it on the head of a guy with a wrong face ten meters away.

Then he pulled out a new cartridge clip from his waist, with a capacity of 30 rounds and a heavy warhead.

After loading the bomb, he quickly launched a new charge and crossed a burning bunker.

While rolling to reduce the impact of landing, he opened fire on the enemy. A short shot knocked down three enemies in front of the far wall. Two enemies were hit in the trunk and the other enemy was directly shot in the head.

Bahram kept low and walked through the bullets.

Suddenly, at a corner in front, a boy in a red jacket waved an axe at him and shouted.

"Hit me! Hit my chest! Hit my chest!"

Bahram fired directly, the bullet hit the green skin's chest, but his uncontrollable body twisted like a broken puppet and finally fell to the ground.

This is a funny moment.

Bahram ran down to the body and cast a disdainful glance. He didn't understand what Green said. He just thought this guy was particularly noisy.

"Company commander."

Bahram whispered to the communicator:

"The enemy has been successfully disturbed."

As he said, the green skin was disturbed by the sudden fire from the rear. Some turned to catch the sneakers and some wanted to continue the attack. As a result, they were crowded together on the battlefield.

At this time, Yari ordered to fire again, and heavy machine guns and mortars eliminated the green skin with amazing efficiency.

Then, almin's calm voice came from one end of the communicator.

"Good. Now bring the others back."

Bahram then moved to each ambush point, gathered his team and returned to the entrance of the parapet pipe.

As he entered the pipe, he suddenly felt the rustling vibration of the soles of his boots.

When he turned around, he saw a strange tank at the far end of the street.

It is like a metal monster assembled with all kinds of garbage. The huge smoke exhaust pipe emits black oil smoke wearily, and the flag supported by metal rods swings left and right with the acceleration of the tank.

"They have tanks."

Bahram said to the communicator.

"How many?"

"I saw six."

"Things have really become interesting."

Amin smiled and scolded, although his voice became serious again.

"You withdraw first."

As soon as they entered the passage, the rumbling artillery shook the whole tower city.

Under the green bombing, many people bleed from injuries, and some strangely start to smoke, either because of the side effects of taking too much combat medicine, or they are on the verge of insanity - or both.

Once neat uniforms turned into rags and rags, and exquisite leather boots turned into black straps tied to blackened feet with old ropes. Everyone was disheartened.

"They won't live long."

Seeing those people twitching on the ground, almin said faintly. His eyes wandered on the battlefield. The paint on the armor had been worn out, and the dried blood condensed into pieces on the bare metal layer of his armor.

"But the living must hold on."

Eric supported the hot edge of the parapet with his only remaining arm.

"Hades will not fall, and the green skin will be destroyed, even if this process will consume every minute of our strength, determination and life."

After killing the war leader, some people even felt that Eric's face had changed and became as uncompromising as his character - his chin was strong and square, and his eyes narrowed.

Now he is holding a chainsaw sword, the one that killed the war leaders before.

"Calm down, commissar, we still stick to the nest City, and we will keep it all the time. It will never be here -"

“WAAAGH！”

The howl of the wind has subsided and replaced by another howl.

The war roar of wild animals filled the whole sky, and the loud sound made the bricks loose.

Alming looked to the edge of his sight, and the green skins charged again. Their team was like a torrent in the rainy season. The explosive green wave submerged and swallowed up countless debris on the ground.

The enemy appeared within the range of the petrified lizard. The only three remaining petrified lizards were in the defense shelter of tower city. However, they did not fire. Due to the scarcity of ammunition, they would not start action unless they were sure that they could hit high-value targets.

The guns on the tower parapet were startled and revived again.

But almin noticed that the green charge had some determination, and the number of them fell was not enough to reduce the size of their team.

There's no point in doing so. What are they worried about?

Amin thought about all the possibilities.

"Hades will never fall!"

At this time, Eric shouted, all the soldiers around heard it, and their determination was restored. The huge tower city seemed to respond to his idea. Finally, the heavy defensive artillery fired together, and then the petrochemical lizards joined the ranks - their targets were the tanks exposed in range.

Huge explosion flames bloomed one after another in the charge team of green skin. Thousands of green skin burned because of the adhesion of ignited chemicals and began to twist their bodies in pain. Then the explosion blew those charred green skin corpses tens of meters above the sky.

And those tanks were hit by accurate artillery one after another and turned into burning scrap iron.

When the Radio Telex came, Eric didn't immediately notice that he focused on the heroic explosion caused by the firing of defensive weapons and the contempt of thousands of green skins who died in this revelation like hell.

"Political commissar, the number of ammunition in fortifications has decreased to less than 20%

The officer in charge of the artillery warned.

"The stock of incendiary bombs is only 10%. Three fifths of the point defense machine gun towers and automatic gun turrets are either destroyed or have no ammunition. The ammunition of petrochemical lizards has also bottomed out. I suggest we cease fire. We need ammunition to resist the next raid."

"Just do it."

Eric responded:

"We will beat the green skin down the wall with our fists and blades, just as we did several times before."

Amin nodded.

"Yes, commissar, I have a hunch that people will remember the glory of this defense for centuries."

The radio was cut off, and the green skin had entered the effective range of grenade throwing. Although the shooting did not stop, a few green skins still broke through the fire net.

But then they were ruthlessly brought down by raindrops of grenades.