The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

The ancient river channel that the Katachans stumbled and never kept flooding retreated, but the place was very narrow and it was difficult for everyone to evacuate for a while.

Suddenly, Stryker noticed that there were many honeycomb-shaped caves on both sides of the ancient river, large enough to hold one person.

"Hide to the sides! Hide in the hole! Hide in the hole!"

Hearing Stryker's roar enough to penetrate the eardrum, the soldiers retreated to the cave on the river bank with difficulty.

Soon, floods swept in, and the corpses rushing out of the waterway quickly became piles of corpses.

There were chaotic noises and desperate shouts everywhere. It was clear that this flood release did not drown many Katachan soldiers, but swept away all the cultists.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Stryker got out of the hiding hole.

After counting the number of people, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Cultists, chaotic space warriors, demons... he is not afraid of any enemy, he has the courage to fight against any beast in the universe.

But this tens of millions of liters of water pouring down from the narrow stone pipe...

"This water probably cost us twenty people..."

While talking, the hedgehog grabbed Casiro's uniform and pulled him out of the water.

"You must get the exact number of casualties from the squad commander. I don't want to be vague!"

Stryker called, and then pressed the communication bead.

"Attention, each team commander! Please fix the order of the communication channel! Reorganize the team now!"

The order of the whole team and the casualties immediately sounded on the communication channel.

"Sir, what should I do now? The enemy has been alarmed. From a tactical level, it is possible..."

"Don't worry about the tactical level. Once they understand that they can't beat us at the combat level, they will open the gate and release the water so that the water will flow for more than a few hours. At that time, they will arrange it at each entrance and exit. Defensive positions, and even mines."

Stryker cursed a few more words, touching his face with his wet hands.

They are very close to victory, but they may miss it.

"Go forward! At the fastest speed!!"

Knowing that he must fight against time, Stryker immediately led the Katachan regiment into the ancient road deep to the waist. The enemy did not know that they were alive at this time, and even thought they had won the victory, so they were defenseless.

When the Katachans rushed out from the entrance of the ancient river, they ran into a dense but slack enemy force head-on.

They are close to the enemy, and every step forward is won by morale and sharp edges.

It was late at night, and the ancient river channel led directly to the east side of the dam. This dark corridor was constantly lit by laser fire, and there were laser ablation marks everywhere on the top and walls.

"Demolitionist! Demolitionist act immediately!!"

Stryker yelled, blasting the enemy's chest with a pistol.

"Others provide cover, keep the formation!"

The heavy bombs fired at the cultists ahead, and a swath of enemies was swept down as a result.

Soon, they encountered more and more intensive firepower, and the newly emerged enemies were not the same as those they had encountered before.

It was a group of swollen beasts, dressed in robes that were originally white but now dyed red with blood. They came from outside this planet. Most of the cultists landed on the Patriarch Star like locusts and killed the people above.

Some people had signs of abuse and blasphemy engraved on their eyebrows and cheeks, armed with heavy logging guns and laser guns, and were also wearing armor.

"Damn it!"

More and more bullets were shot in the direction of Casiro, he hurriedly fell down, and pulled out the laser rifle he was holding in his arms.

Then he lay down, pulled out a fully charged battery into the slot of the gun and inspected the scope on the gun.

Then, he lay on the ground, and the enemy gradually appeared in the scope.

He saw several enemies in the distance who were reloading heavy feller guns, so

The first shot was fired, but it missed.

But Casiro was not affected, adjusted the scope, and after exhaling, the second shot cleanly killed the enemy who was loading.

After that, he fired three more shots calmly, knocking down the stupefied enemy.

Upon seeing this, the enemy's machine gun team immediately did not dare to show up again.

At this moment, several blasters stumbled back, which also represented a signal.

"Retreat! Retreat all!!!"

The Katachan regiment began to move towards the other side of the dam in an orderly manner. Their goal was to come to the mountain on the west side of the dam and to lure the enemy to the dam at the same time.

Sure enough, groups of enemies began to follow suit.

"Sir!"

On the side of the Voss camp, Brunei, who was leading a militia group pretending to attack the camp, suddenly heard the call of the correspondent.

"Channel 82, I heard the signal just now!"

The communications soldier looked at Brunei while adjusting the communications beads.

"What is it?"

"The secret sign is a swimming ring!"

Brunei blinked and threw the cigarette in his mouth to the ground to stamp it out, and then shouted at the militiamen who were shooting at the camp:

"Come on! Retreat! Speed! Retreat!!!"

Not long after the militia left the battle,

A deafening explosion sounded, and the shock wave almost made the soldiers stand unstable, and rippled on the pebbles on the riverbed.

Then, in the shocking eyes of everyone, a hole in the dam one kilometer away was blasted, and then a visible crack began to spread on the dam body.

Boom

After a while, in a terrible slow motion, with the sound of landslides pouring down from the collapsing dam, there was a wave of destruction, continuous and torrential.

It first hit the retaining wall of Voss Camp, smashing the wall, and then the stones under the dam were peeled off piece by piece.

The ground kept shaking, and water mist and dust turned the air into a thick, turbid mass.

The dam has completely collapsed, the rushing river will be liberated, and the resisters who dispel the stars do not need to worry about drinking water for the time being.

Although it's only temporary--

boom----

The enemy's artillery fire suddenly came from a distance~www.readwn.com~ dyed a fiery red flash on the brown night sky in the middle of the night.

Stryker sat in the back seat of the car with his legs on the front chair.

The sound came from the east, and the sound of the cannon sounded like someone slapped a huge sweat-soaked bed sheet in the hot and heavy air.

Maybe it's a senseless revenge from the furious enemy.

At this time, the balance of dryness and wetness in the environment has been broken, and there is a cold wind stirring in the air. Stryker feels very comfortable, but it also brings some stickiness.

The team is walking along a road leading to the resistance base camp of the platoon star, Crest Fortress, and some guard towers can be seen along the way.

These guard towers are set up one hundred meters each along the main pass. They are erected on the hard-to-reach mountain wall. Each guard tower is about 10 meters high. The main body is composed of locally harvested wood and is supplemented by riveted beams. Supports the outpost made of bulletproof steel plate on the top of the tower.

"Sir!"

Seeing Brunei coming, Stryker lowered his leg.

Suddenly, he realized the smell of wine was in the air, and then he noticed the bottle in the opponent's hand.

"Give me a drink."

Stryker pointed to the bottle.

"Strong."

Brunei smiled and poured the wine into a broken glass.

"Sir."

After taking the wine, Stryker took a big sip, it was really strong, making his chest seem to burn.

But on a cold night, nothing is better than a glass of spirits.

After drinking two sips of wine, Stryker looked west, and after the thin mist, he could still see the red firelight through the bushes.

"Is the enemy's artillery fire this far?"

Suddenly, he realized that he was wrong, it was not the enemy's artillery—

"Oops!"