The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 715 Think Tank Comes Aid

   "Perfect death!"

   Defeating a powerful enemy gave Robin unprecedented excitement. He raised his sword and shouted, braving the bullets to continue charging, his teammates could barely follow him behind.

   Another green skin collided with them head-on, Robin's first sword cut off the handle of a battle axe, and the second sword tore the green skin throat in front of him.

  Suddenly, blood poured out from the broken neck, and a rain of blood began to fall.

Robin then twisted his body and escaped the stabbing of a machete, then slammed the hilt of his right hand on the opponent's face with his backhand. The green leather shook away. Robin held the sword with his backhand and moved the blade from the waist The gap in the armor pierced in, and he felt the energy field of his sword burn through the enemy's internal organs and spine.

Although Robin enjoyed the killing very much, the smell of blood, the beating of his own blood vessels, and the smell of burnt flesh when the energy sword burned his body, he still realized that he could not afford to waste too much on these green skins. The consequences of too much time.

  Suddenly, a string of flashing lasers shot from the direction where the green skin hit. The original surviving soldiers immediately organized a counterattack after seeing the reinforcements.

  Robin continued to move forward. His sword cut his arms and throat along the way, as if fighting with gorgeous dance steps. In this dance, he played the victor, and the enemy's role was only death.

Uncountable how many aliens fell by his side, his armor was soaked in their blood, and his comrades were still fighting behind him, but he must keep advancing forward, and he could use a larger number of advantages in Greenskin. Defeat the enemy before blocking their attacks.

  Under the front and back strikes, the greenskins quickly defeated, and the team was finally able to reunite with the survivors.

  But the situation has not improved much.

"These ones."

   Hartman was lying in Elie’s arms, as if he was fished out of blood. There are no medical soldiers here, although there is no need for first aid for his injuries.

  He panted hard, with a trembling hand, he took his dog tag from his neck, and then took out a large string of dog tags from the pocket on his waist.

  ". Leave it to you. Take us home."

  Elie was in tears, choked to say a word, and could only nod his head vigorously, holding the blood-stained dog tags tightly in his hands.

   "Are you the chief here?"

   Suddenly, a thick voice came, and Hartman turned his head, but he couldn't see anything.

   "Ah, right?"

  Elie finally said a word until then.

   "Sir! Reinforcements are here! Star warriors are here! We are saved!"

  Hearing these words, Hartman's face burst into a smile.

   "That's great. They must have killed a lot. Greenskins."

   "Yes sir! They wiped out thousands of green skins!"

  Bahram looked at the dying mortal with mixed feelings in his heart.

  Robin in the distance walked over while wiping the blood on the sword with the rag he found.

  "They did a good job. This person can be dragged to the present, but we can't stay here for too long."

   "What about them?"

  Robin shook his head.

  "They have their responsibilities, and we do not have the power to direct them. Whether it is to retreat or stick to it, it is up to their superiors to decide."

   "But we can't let them wait for death here."

  "Stop fighting, green leather is here again!"

  Homa not far away interrupted the dispute between the two. They walked over and found that several huge shadows appeared in the distance.

   "It seems that the Greenskins are about to use their war machinery."

   After taking out the night vision binoculars, Bachram took a look and saw a dozen huge green-skinned fearless ones.

  Behind them, there are still boundless infantry.

   "Damn--"

   Putting down the binoculars, Bachram cursed, and Haomo tried to fire at one of them.

  Then the re-explosive projectile fired a string of bullets, most of which hit the outer shell of the Dreadnought Mecha, but only a few clusters of sparks erupted, and the steel monster only shook a few times before moving on.

  And when they were advancing, they continued to shoot rockets and lasers toward the trenches.

   "No way! We don't have anti-vehicle weapons. We will be crushed if we continue to stay here!"

Just as the enemy was approaching, Bahram suddenly heard a roar from the sky. He raised his head and saw a crimson thunder eagle swooping from the dark night. The nose and the weapons under the wings fired continuously and fired at the same time. The missiles that came out also swept in trails.

  The explosion instantly lit up the entire battlefield and destroyed four Greenskin Fearless.

  After the Thunder Eagle circled for a circle, it slowly landed behind the position.

  Before landing, the hatch was opened, and a warrior wearing a gold-red armor, a power sword, and a psionic hood jumped down from the cabin.

   "You retreat immediately, I will cover."

  It is the holy blood angel think tank Calistarius who came to support.

  I saw him walking quickly through the trenches, coming to the front, facing the surging wave of steel.

  Bullets and rockets immediately attacked him, but they were all deflected away from him at a distance of five meters, and hit him harmlessly.

Looking at Green Skin Fearless waving a circular saw and paws, the think tank took a step with a flat-end sword and released a terrible javelin-like blue flame, hitting the Green Skin Fearless shell, and it was scorched along with the driver inside. And shocked a pile of green skins nearby.

   "Quick! Go!"

  Between the battle, he turned his head and shouted at the other five recruits.

  Robin immediately ran towards Thunder Eagle, followed by brothers Oscar and Zod, Bachram hesitated for a while and came to Hartman.

   "Sorry, we are going to retreat."

   "It's okay. I can expect it."

   Hartman stood up with the help of the two fighters.

   "Those little ghosts, they shouldn't just die like this. Take them away."

  All the young soldiers, including Ellie, are left with only twelve.

  Bahram hesitated for a moment, when Hauma ran over.

   "Don't dare, just a dozen little ghosts, take them away!"

  Hormo's words strengthened Bachram's confidence, he nodded vigorously, turned and said to Elie and others.

   "You follow us!"

The other teenagers ran up immediately, but Ellie lingered. Just now, all the surviving veterans handed him the dog tags. Almost all the soldiers here were wounded, and almost all of them were missing their arms. No one complained about the serious injury of the short leg.

  Seeing this scene, Bachram gritted his teeth and picked up Elie under his armpit, and ran towards Thunder Eagle quickly.

Calistarius also fought and retreated. A fearless plane was already swinging a saw. His eyes burst out with psychic sparks, and the several tons of machinery was lifted into the air under invisible force. The think tank shot a javelin-like energy at its chassis, and the huge machinery instantly disintegrated into countless parts.

"you--"

  When he saw a bunch of young soldiers crawling into the Thunderhawk with one under Bachram's arm, Robin frowned, but then he stopped what he wanted to say.

Only less than fifty surviving soldiers were left. They formed a ring defense to protect the Thunderhawks. When Calistarius passed them ~www.readwn.com~ what they saw was not just before death. Despair, only the unyielding fighting spirit.

  Hartman had only one last breath, relying on the flagpole which was just a rag, smiling, and when the think tank passed by him, he whispered softly.

   "We. We played well, sir."

   Calistarius' footsteps paused for a second.

"Ok."

  Then the think tank of the Holy Blood Angel plunged into Thunder Eagle, looking solemn and silent.

  With the roar of the engine, the Thunder Eagle slowly lifted into the air. Although there was no speech, everyone was looking down through the hatch and window.

  The green skin is like a tide, slowly extinguishing the last spot on the earth, and when everything fell into silence, a huge fireball suddenly rose below it.

  They detonated all the ammunition--

  At this moment, Bahram of Astarte became Astarte, and he realized for the first time that courage and fearlessness are by no means Astarte's patent.

  Beside him, the young soldier Ellie knelt on the ground holding a handful of dog tags, crying—

  (End of this chapter)