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What is hell!?

Winston, once the boss of the underside of the Hive City, thought he had seen everything, whether it was a heretic or a demon summoned by a rampage psyker, he had confronted and crushed them with his shotgun and flamethrower, and the devastation left behind was almost hell.

But now, the shrenchnel of the anti-aircraft artillery that passed by, the parachute on fire, the soaring height, and the "warriors" who danced and screamed and crashed into the earth before themselves, made Winston once again refresh his perception of hell, if it weren't for the fact that the second airborne bag stuffed by the younger brothers was really useful, today he would have to step into the footsteps of the unlucky guy whose airborne parachute was torn by shrapnel.

As for what will happen to the guy who was robbed of the airborne bag, Winston doesn't have time to pay attention to it now.

"Pop ......"

Successfully parachuted, Winston fell into a sea of blood composed of green skins and human corpses, splashing blood that stained him, but Winston didn't care about this, he hurriedly raised his sapper shovel to cut the rope of the parachute, and then planted his head into a blood-soaked gun pit.

"Woooooooooo......oo Boom Boom Boom ......"

The bombardment is coming!

The earth was violently beaten, and the vibrations kept coming from the ground, combined with the deafening explosion, which made Winston feel tightness in his chest and tinnitus, but he didn't dare to raise his head at all when he was lying on the ground in a standard anti-gun position, even if the fine stones hit his head and hurt, and the heavy earth almost covered his lower body, but Winston still didn't dare to move.

People who have not experienced artillery fire cannot imagine that kind of situation, the kind of psychological pressure that drives people crazy, can make new recruits who have just entered the battlefield collapse, desperately flee, and then be ruthlessly torn apart by shells. (Narrator: Imagine for yourself that if you are attacked by artillery fire in a position without an air-raid shelter or any bunker, and you don't know when a bomb will be sent to the emperor, that kind of psychological pressure is not something that a recruit who has never been on the battlefield can survive.) ）

At some point, the shelling ended.

Like a groundhog, Winston poked his head out of the pit and looked around.

The key is that Winston has not seen his surroundings clearly, and the roar of the orcs can be heard from the smoke that has not yet dissipated.

“WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!”

His face turned pale, and even if he didn't know it, the Green Scourge, the signature warcry of the Orcs, would always know that Winston was like a rabbit with a roasted short tail, quickly crawled down, and then drew his sapper shovel, secretly praying that the Emperor would bless the orcs from discovering themselves.

But it was clear that on this battlefield, the Almighty Emperor did not have time for the prayers of the mob leader of Winston for the time being.

A muscle-exploding orc broke through the smoke of gunpowder and headed straight for the crater, and with his straight footsteps, red eyes, and loosening nose, it was clear that Winston had been discovered, and because of the smell.

If such heavy and obvious footsteps had not been heard, Winston deserved to be hacked to death by the orcs.

Quickly jumping up from the ground, Winston raised the sapper shovel in front of him, he saw the orc with a mouth full of vicious fangs, and the orc saw him at the same time, and the excited and bloodthirsty roar was enough to make some of the "flowers" in the greenhouse wither.

But Winston is not one of those delicate "flowers", nor is he one of those recruits who has not yet seen blood, he is the gang boss who rules the lower classes of a hive city, killing is already commonplace, and the forbidden transants who are much stronger and fiercer than this orc, he has also seen a lot, and the fear has never appeared in his heart.

"Ahhh......h

Winston, who attacked first, sprinted forward, stooped to dodge the orc's machete, rolled over and rolled behind the orc, and before the clumsy orc could turn around, Winston roared and jumped up like a raging bear, wielding a sapper shovel and slashing viciously at the back of the orc's helmetless head.

"Flutter ......"

The sound sounded like a kitchen knife chopping wood, and the sharpened blade of the sapper shovel only broke through a shallow layer of skin on the back of the orc's head, and the orc's hunched back and head stretched forward made Winston unable to find an easy angle to attack, and the tough skin further slowed down the damage caused by the sapper shovel.

"Whew......"

The angry orc turned back suddenly, the slashing machete split the air, and let out a terrifying roar, and Winston, who had a wealth of experience in gangster fighting, had already detected its intention from the movement of the orc's shoulder, and retreated back to avoid the sweeping machete, and then Winston pounced forward again, while the orc was still in the stiffness of swinging with all his strength, the sapper shovel with both hands clenched was raised high, and slashed viciously towards its ugly green face.

The blade of the dirt sliced through the orc's nose, and the orc's fist was also imprinted on Winston's chest and abdomen, and the pain rushed into Winston's mind, making him feel like his intestines had been broken.

The pain further fueled Winston's ferocity, and he ignored the green hand pinched his neck and the eyes full of malice, and pulled back the sapper shovel to bring out the spray of blood and flesh, and then slashed again in the same trajectory.

“……”

I don't know how many times I have chopped it, the orc corpse that has turned into a puddle of shards has fallen to the ground softly, and Winston, who is clutching his chest and abdomen, is panting, he feels that his current physical condition is extremely bad.

His legs were limp, and he didn't know if it was the sequelae of airborne, or the joy of escaping death from the hands of the orcs, and every time he gasped, there would be a pain in his chest and abdomen, which made him unable to exert his strength.

“WAAAAAGH!!!”

The roar of the orcs came, and Winston looked stiffly to his side, and at the scene of the bombardment full of gunsmoke, the three orcs dragging the garbage on the ground had spotted Winston at some point, and they immediately threw down the garbage they had dragged, drew out their machetes and iron rods, and rushed over.

"It's over, I'm going to die this time."

Winston, who was sweating like rain, was desperate, an orc made him toss half to death, and the three-headed orc let him deal with it!

Despite this, Winston clenched the sapper shovel, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down, he was the godfather of the Winston family, even if he died, he had to die with dignity.

The orcs rushed to Winston, jumping, hideous faces, machetes with a rudimentary blade full of chips, green swollen muscles, all of this came to Winston's mind, slowly......

"Tear Pull"

Without giving Winston the last marquee of his life, a sword that swept over Winston's head cleanly killed the three-headed orc, and the shattered corpse fell in front of Winston, and the bloody, steaming bloody scene made his brain instantly unable to process this reality, fell into a crash, and squatted on the ground.

"Soldier, stand up, the battle is not over, how can you fall."

A thunderous sound came from above his head, and Winston was startled, and he quickly turned to look.

What a majestic, towering giant!

Struggling to look up, he could barely see the giant's helmet, a seal of holiness fluttering in the wind on his pale blue shoulder armor. Even if the emblem of the Venus Blue Shield is stained with blood, its honor can still be seen. Battle-torn and riddled with bullet holes in his torn black cloak bear witness to the battle-hardened and tough nature of his master.

"Soldier, stand up!"

Winston was agitated, and he jumped to his feet and raised his hands in salute.

"Sir, sir, I'm ......"

"There's not much time, so there's no need to report!"

Jiawen glanced at the brave soldier in front of him, the inferior green uniform on his body was defenseless, the folded sapper shovel was used for engineering work, killing was just a side effect, and being able to kill a scavenger wandering the battlefield was also a remarkable achievement.

However, judging from the rudimentary quilt on his body, the sapper shovel that was better than nothing, and the broken airborne parachute in the distance, this soldier was just an engineer recruit who had strayed into the battlefield, so Gavin didn't bother to listen to what he had to say, he still had a lot of things to do.

Jiawen pointed behind his back and said in a deep voice.

"Soldier, go over there, there are trenches, you will find your superiors, the current battle is not something you can participate in."

Winston watched in a daze as the giant crossed him and strode toward the battlefield, followed by a large group of giants in the same pale blue livery with heavy steps, carrying the banner of honor, ignoring the tiny mortal, and following their commander to the battlefield.

At this time, a large number of "shooting stars" with orange-red flames appeared in the sky, and the roaring thunder covered everything.

It was the airborne cabin, the car of the Angel of Death.

Winston looked at the sky, and suddenly he remembered what had been written in his old books, and stood there in a daze, his blank mind empty.

Then a large group of mortal soldiers poured in from the direction from which the Space Marines had arrived, black smoke from tank engines and smoke from steel belts, and the mighty, fearless Knight Titans followed with stiff steps.

The counterattack has begun, and the Emperor's Angels of Death will bring death and fear upon their enemies.