The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

Miller found that the correspondent was lying in a crater not far from him, and the Undead Pest was approaching them, using its main cannon to continuously suppress and fire at the back of the enemy's front.

"are you fine?"

Miller stepped forward and then heard an answer from the other party.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't move anymore, it's a bit troublesome."

The young soldier pointed to his foot. An ugly-looking barbed wire caught his ankle, and blood was constantly dripping from his pants.

"I will find a way to get you out and cover me!"

Miller took out his laser rifle, put it in the hands of the correspondent, and then bent the other's trapped feet.

Then he drew his pistol and fired at close range, breaking the wire fence that trapped the correspondent's feet-he couldn't find a better way to escape.

"I'm sorry it hurts a bit."

The soldier bit his lip and nodded.

, Then Miller grabbed the remaining part of the barbed wire and broke it apart forcefully.

The wire was very hard, and then it took him a lot of effort to pull the correspondent's foot out of it. The relatively rough process made the other party scream in pain.

"I think you should not be able to walk. Lean on me and I will take you."

He put the arm of the correspondent on his shoulders, and then dragged the opponent forward.

"Wait a minute, our company flag is still there!"

The correspondent pointed to the ground and folded up, with muddy flags on it.

Miller then bent forward so that the correspondent could lean out and pick up the company flag.

"We're gone, take a moment, buddy."

They staggered back to where they started. Those people still squatted behind the previously pointed out craters and ruins, shooting at any enemies that appeared in their vision.

Arrick stood there, with one hand behind his back, regardless of the flying bullets.

The other hand was pointing at Miller with a blaster pistol.

"I can't keep our company flag or something behind"

Miller said breathlessly.

"We can't accept the shame of throwing away the company flag."

The medic also took the correspondent away from Miller, and then placed him on a sandbag.

"Just as I thought, you are back."

Yarik said with a smile.

"Then why point a gun at me."

Miller shrugged and pointed at the gun in ZW's hand.

"In order to prevent me from misunderstanding the person."

Zheng Yu blew his whistle and put the gun back into the holster.

"Then are you wrong?"

"No, that's why I didn't kill you."

The conversation was quickly interrupted, and the colonel sent a communication requesting that the attack should be accelerated and the enemy's air defense position must be breached within half an hour.

So the soldiers moved again.

Miller took his platoon to reach the back of the place where the enemy had deployed antiaircraft artillery. The bunkers deployed by the green skins now provide them with good protection.

Now they are no longer near the Makado tank, so there is nothing to worry about the enemy's flat fire. The only thing that gives them a headache is the two heavy machine gun fortresses, and of course the firepower point from the upper fortress.

Fortunately, the attention of the green leather in the fort seems to have been attracted by the Macado tank.

He asked his people to move from bunker to bunker until they reached the side of the predetermined location.

The Undead Pest had already drove away, and was cutting down the daring greenskins like mowing grass, and at the same time preventing the enemy from reinforce the area.

They hid in a broken fortress, ignoring the meat sauce of the previous defenders in the fort, and then doing everything they could to observe the enemy's gun positions.

The current battle is focused on two points-one is on the side of the Undead Pest, and the other is other people's offensive against the line of defense they have breached before.

"It looks like they are stuck on the bridgehead, and we have nothing to do."

Miller looked out through the observation hole of the bunker, then looked at the entrance and exit opposite the bunker, and shook his head.

"No, we have a good opportunity. As long as the anti-aircraft artillery and anti-aircraft rockets are destroyed, the navy fighter jets can come in and directly destroy the Void Shield generator, and then the whole war will be over."

His people looked at Miller, covered in blood and mud.

Yarik didn't need their consent, he just looked around, and then everyone nodded.

Miller asked the correspondents and medical soldiers to wait in the bunker, and then asked his remaining members of the heavy weapons group to stand by on the top of the bunker, and divided the remaining people into two teams. The second team was led by Yarek.

A minute later, he waited until the other Arekna team reached the other side of the trench, and then ordered the anti-vehicle team to fire.

The anti-vehicle team launched a fragmentation rocket into the fortress at the end of the line where the self-propelled artillery was deployed. Whether to kill all the members in the bunker is not a question worth considering, as long as they are suppressed long enough Time will be fine.

"It's now!"

Miller yelled, and ran to the open field in front of the enemy bunker with his team.

The remaining individual rockets have been pouring firepower toward the bunker.

But the fortress was not destroyed, bullets cut through the air and hit them, killing several hapless guys, but fortunately no mortars were involved.

Miller first got behind a low wall, then climbed into the trench behind the bunker, and then shot a short green skin with a pistol.

They came in, marching around the trenches of the antiaircraft artillery positions, sometimes hiding in some bunkers to avoid the fire from outside.

Miller waved to his fire team to move them to the next position.

Others rushed forward carrying flags and long-distance radio stations. Behind them were those sweeping enemy troops in the trenches. They used bayonets to check whether the aliens were truly dead, and threw grenades into bunkers that might harbor the enemy.

It seems that they have great enthusiasm for this job.

Then Miller arrived at the former bunker, took a deep breath, and went straight into the round fortress surrounded by sandbags.

There were two enemies inside, one of which had been blown up by fragment rockets only halfway through, and the other was still breathing, holding a pistol in his trembling hand, preparing to trap the beast and fight.

Miller shot him three or four times with a laser rifle without hesitation.

"The bunker is cleaned up!"

At this time, the sound of weapon firing and shouting came from the other side of the trench, and the soldiers led by Yarek were blazing a path forward.

In the process, Yarik also killed a soldier who dropped his gun and tried to run away.

They reached a place only five steps away from the enemy's antiaircraft artillery.

"It's too quiet, it's a bit wrong."

Arek observed the surroundings for a while and confirmed that there was no green skin that could move.

"Anyway, those anti-aircraft guns and rockets must be completely destroyed, and one team handles one, but be vigilant."

But as expected, just as Arrick tried to move from the bunker to the trench wreckage, he was hit by fierce firepower.

"The **** are waiting for us."

Yarik needs to find a way to get through this barrage. He crawls forward slowly, firing back only when necessary.

"Mongrels, the enemy above has seen us."

He then turned on the radio.

"Miller! We are suppressed by firepower. We need reinforcements, and we need reinforcements!"

But through the headset, he can clearly hear the sound of fighting from the opponent.

"They ran up the trenches!"

Yarek hesitated for a moment, and then made a decision.

"Let's move forward, we can pass through the enemy's shots!"

Everyone got up and started running wildly, while the firepower of the green skin poured down from above, continuously shooting the soldiers down.

Yarek threw a grenade in the direction of the enemy, and it flew past the previously destroyed anti-aircraft guns and went straight to the enemy's barrage.

"Golden Throne, it's useless!"

The grenade exploded in a harmless location, and the enemy's firepower became denser, and they were forced to hide behind a wall of sandbags.

Yarek didn't know how long the bunker could last. They fired a few shots at the shooting hole that was firing at them at this time. A certain soldier got a shot in the head when he raised his head for the second time and tried to fire. He died before he fell to the ground.

"It's over! It's over! Damn, we are trapped!"

The morale of the soldiers began to fluctuate, and Yarek hesitated for a while, and then he was about to aim his gun at the mumbling guy.

Suddenly, the shock wave of the explosion shook the ground. cm

The shooting also stopped.

Arek poked his head out, but saw an incredible sight.

The enemy's position has now become a pile of burning ruins, including several kilometers of artillery positions, all in flames.

The shells were smashed in the flames and crackled.

From the thick smoke, he saw a flag, a silver-gray battle flag, and more than twenty towering figures steadily moving forward.

"Astral Knight—?"

Arik was stunned, because behind the Astartes, there were more towering figures emerging from the gunpowder smoke.

They have a cold metal shell, striding at the same rhythm, using the laser cannon on the shoulder and the automatic cannon on the arm to fire at the remaining alien shapes, breaking them into parts, and making every inch of the ground like hail. Wash it again with firepower.

Farther away, Yarek heard vague cheers.

At this time, Miller walked to Yarek, his blood-stained hand holding the flagpole, letting the flag flutter high in the wind.

"Just received the news that the Astartes have destroyed the Void Shield Generator. We have to evacuate within half an hour and hand it over to the Navy to solve it."

"Received, everyone evacuated immediately."

Yarek immediately greeted the soldiers and began to retreat. This is the armored battalion also stopped the forward assault, and began to turn the front of the car to the place of departure. The undead pests stopped not far away, as if waiting for them to return.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it."

Lucian leaned on the podium of the turret, smoking a cigarette, with a blood-stained gauze tied to his forehead.

"Thank you."

Yarek smiled slightly, grabbed his deputy behind the body and jumped into the tank with a few clicks.

"It's great, I hope I will have the opportunity to play this thing again in the future."