H∫A Space Field No. 1071.

Captain Flobel lifted the heavy stone slab that had pressed against him, bared his teeth, and struggled to crawl out from under the collapsed rubble. Just as he raised his head and took a big mouth towards the smoke-filled distance, he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder in his nostrils, and heard the familiar sound of heavy shotgun fire in his ears.

The place where the sound came from should be just in front, not too far away. But for Flobel, it was an impenetrable death zone.

The Dark Legion's attack was too fierce. Never in his life had Flobel seen so many Dark Knights. They are densely packed, in the thousands, like ant colonies that move massively between urban buildings. The "Ultramarines" are the most powerful main legion in the world, and every fighter is an elite. However, in the face of this terrible numerical superiority, which surpassed the formidable combat power, both the arrow gun and the chainsaw sword were useless.

Shelling, is a common practice among all large-scale combat missions. But now, the Band's heavy artillery positions had been destroyed, and the Dark Legion's attacks were so swift that they had completely divided the entire warband, forcing everyone to fight on their own, including Captain Flobel. Just a few minutes ago, our heavy tanks, our dreadnoughts, were all gone.

Captain Flobel turned and stared at the shattered arch behind him with a distracted gaze, remembering what Dreadnought Mech Pilot Ladd had said to him

"Brother, if you can't hold it anymore, withdraw to me. Oh, don't forget, I'm the most powerful weapon in the world. I will stand in your way, and you must owe me a favor. ”

Ladd was a very righteous fellow, and he advised himself not to sacrifice his life in vain. However, the dreadnought was directly hit by a dozen heavy throwing guns, blowing it to pieces on the spot. Flobel remembers seeing a group of werewolves drag Rad's body out of the mech just seconds before he was crushed by a falling stone slab and fell unconscious. The beasts devoured his carcass on the spot, and the head was taken away as trophies. This was similar to that of the Legionnaires, but at this moment it provoked the fury of Captain Flobel.

There was not a single figure of his own around, and there was an electronic murmur of "rustling" from the helmet pager. This means that communications are cut off and reinforcements are denied.

Perhaps, I am the last one alive.

The captain instinctively began to act, and the battle situation was tragic, and I am afraid that it was doomed that there would be no more reinforcements. He staggered over to the shattered dreadnought. There, the body of a soldier killed in battle was exhumed from under a pile of rubble. With reverence for the dead, Captain Flobel took a heavy blaster from the corpse, as well as a combat backpack with a cartridge chain.

At the corner of the street in the distance, a dense figure faintly appeared. All of them are dark creatures above the knight level. For the living, dark creatures have always had a keen sense of smell. They had already smelled Captain Flobel and knew that there was still moving food here.

The work of warming up the hydraulic pump of the blaster was quickly completed, and Captain Flobel shouldered his weapon and strode towards the street a hundred meters away. This multi-barreled heavy blaster is heavy and terrifyingly powerful. In the battle sequence of the Imperial Wehrmacht, it has always been only installed in combat vehicles and fixed fortifications such as fortresses, and it is impossible to use it as a single weapon at all. Only a fully modified Legionnaire could carry it, and he didn't care about the huge bomb load of thousands of rounds. The barrel of Captain Flobel's multi-barrel blaster spun rapidly, shooting a dense stream of terrifying bullets, easily cutting through all obstacles in the middle of the road, tearing the oncoming Dark Knights alive and knocking them on their backs.

Countless bullet casings poured at the captain's feet, and a dense stream of arrows flew from the street in the distance, with a violent and abnormal speed, straight into the captain's body. Although the Powerframes blocked some of them and weakened the power of the arrows to burrow into their bodies, they still posed a lethal threat to the Captain. The ground was covered with blood, and despite knowing that such a counterattack was useless, Captain Flobel did not stop his movements. It wasn't until the last bullet came out of the muzzle of the gun and the blaster made a hollow "click" that the captain threw it away, pulled out his last weapon, a thermal dagger for hand-to-hand combat, and staggered away towards the dark creature that had been pierced by several arrows.

A particularly large figure rushed out of the smoke. It was a dark knight in black armor and armed with a tomahawk. This force was too great, far more than the seriously wounded and dying captain. The sharp blade of the axe shattered the armor, but Captain Flobel reached out his left hand and grabbed the heavy back of the axe as the axe approached him. The action is so tough, like a piece of extremely sticky glue, firmly stuck to it. Before Sir Dark could react, the captain was already smirking and stabbing the thermal dagger into Jazz's chest.

Lao Tzu is an extreme warrior, even if he dies, he will definitely not be alone.

Blood gushed from the wound and splattered the ground, and the captain rolled down the steps of the street with the body of Dark Jazz with the upper half of his body sliced open. He tilted his head, trying to breathe in the last of the air, the sight in front of him began to blur, and the angry roar of the dark creature could be heard in his ears.

The emperor is above, I, I have fought until the end. I did not give up my honor, and what I did was worthy of the rank and badge. My brothers and friends are dead. Now, I need to rest.

With this thought in mind, Captain Flobel closed his eyes in satisfaction.

He is the last fighter of the Sixth Combat Regiment of the "Ultra Warrior" Legion, the Third Company.

At this point, the company was completely wiped out.

This space field, H∫A 1071, was first discovered by humans. The ruined city at your feet is the best proof of this.

Warrant Officer Porphyri glanced at the arrow rifle that had become hot in his hand, then turned his gaze to the street corner in the distance, and subconsciously threw away Qiang, untying the chainsaw sword from the belt on the side of his thigh.

This is really a very helpless move. That gun actually works, the quality is good, and unfortunately, there are no more bullets.

Warrant Officer Porfield and his squad have been here for six weeks. He didn't know that Captain Flobel had been killed in battle just now, and he didn't know that the Third Company had been wiped out.

At first, no one could have imagined that things would turn out the way they are. The main resources of the H∫A 1071 space field are iron ore and a small amount of rare gold, which can only be regarded as ordinary in terms of type and quantity. Since there are no natives in this space field, the Imperial Civil Administration Headquarters sent thousands of armed immigrants here. This happened more than 300 years ago. After a long period of time, space immigration has been successful, and it has become a ** space world with a complete social system. The population of the population is more than hundreds of thousands, and even provides a steady stream of soldiers for some of the main legions.

Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps by a long-brewing conspiracy, the Dark World launched a surprise attack on the H∫A 1071 space field without warning. As the remaining troops, the Sixth Warband took most of the pressure from the Dark Legion. Although the Imperial ** Brigade has been providing reinforcements to Li, and even sent as many as two divisions of the Wehrmacht, the situation of the war has not been able to improve. Just yesterday, Warrant Officer Porphyri's squad completely lost contact with the warband command. He had no idea that Captain Flobel had come with the 3rd Company to reinforce his area. Those people are dead, but the situation has not changed in the slightest.

Pressing the switch of the chainsaw sword, there was an immediate violent vibration from the fingertips. Warrant Officer Porphyry threw away the armored helmet, which had been damaged in the explosion and had lost its breath filter, took a towel from the inner pocket of the armor, lowered his head and spat on the towel a few times, then put the half-wet towel on his nose, and took several deep breaths between the stench of saliva and the thick smoke of gunpowder. After feeling that his confused mind had cleared up slightly, he turned around and gave orders to the soldiers who were crawling out from under their bunkers.

"Yang Jianping, reset the machine gun and guard the intersection of the main road."

"Radoff, you continue to be in charge of Sentry Three, and you can't spare a dark creature."

"Hawken, Hawken, where the fuck are you? See the room on the side? The foundation of its walls was shattered, and when the fight broke out, shoot it in that direction, and if the house fell, the dark cubs would be crushed to death. ”

A soldier who was dusting his body casually replied: "Sir, Radov is dead. He can't carry out your orders anymore. ”

"Hell Alive"

Warrant Officer Porphyli was a little disappointed, and said scoldingly: "Then this task will be taken care of by you, Sergeant Major Kuskrat." Take your men up to the top of the building, stare at Sentry Three, and overturn all the dark mongrels who dare to come. In addition, the rest of the people went to the open space behind to protect the mechanical slaves and repair the troop carriers. That thing is our only hope of getting out of here. The emperor is with us, and each of us can live. ”

Before the words fell, there was already a piercing and sharp whistling in the air. The sound was familiar to the Legionnaires, a harbinger of a heavy throwing spear fired from afar, breaking through the air.

No matter how strong the werewolf is, it is impossible to throw a heavy throwing gun hundreds of meters away. But this did not prevent them from developing devices such as stone throwers. With the help of a heavy crossbow, the range of the throwing gun can be increased to tens of kilometers, which is equivalent to the heavy artillery of the Human Empire.

A violent explosion suddenly filled the entire position. The situation here was bad enough, and the dust and fire immediately dominated all the sight.

Warrant Officer Porfield was kicked high by a huge blast of gas, then tumbled in mid-air and slammed to the ground. The moment his body touched the ground, the warrant officer felt that his bones were broken, his intestines and internal organs became displaced, and his entire lower body lost his intuition. As he turned his head with difficulty, his gaze made contact with the side of the body where the pain came, and Pouffili noticed that the power armor had shattered, and a bone protruded from his waist, bloody, and white.

In a place where the warrant officer could not see, fierce gunfire was heard. It was the sound of bullets piercing flesh and skin, and the sound of bullets hitting the ground and walls. The creatures of darkness pressed down again. Explosions, roars, roars, screams...... These sounds are deafening, but they seem to be far away from themselves. Some of them are very familiar, and some of them sound terrifying.

"Plop--"

One of the fighters collapsed next to the warrant officer. His head was split alive by a tomahawk, his chest was pierced through by a long knife, and his internal organs flowed to the ground. A dark knight roared and leaped over the fortifications, spotting Warrant Officer Porferi lying with a dead soldier, dying. Just as the knight was about to fall with a smirk and a swing of his sword, the warrant officer threw the chainsaw sword that was still running in his hand with the last of his strength, slicing the Dark Knight's neck on the spot.

"I was shot, help me. Paramedics, where are the medics? ”

"Kill all these damn dark mongrels"

"Bullets, who has bullets?"

"For the emperor, for the emperor, kill them all--"

Several heavy throwing guns fired from the air accurately hit the parapet made of large blocks of masonry and sand. The huge explosion completely destroyed the not very tight fortifications. It was not a key battle area, and the fortifications were only makeshift piles of various debris that Warrant Officer Porphyli had asked the soldiers to make in an emergency, and they were not strong at all. The large chunks of concrete that were removed from the collapsed building next to it were probably the hardest of them. They were still heavily smashed, and scattered stone chips were flying.

The dark world does have a huge extension beyond human imagination in terms of the manufacture of certain things. The heavy throwing gun is one of the most representative objects. Its detonation composition, like that of humans, uses the most ordinary **. However, in the combat part of the spear tip, a large amount of special substances are added that are created after drying up with the urine of dark creatures. In terms of origin, this should be regarded as a mixture of strong acid and saltpeter, and in terms of basic composition, it is similar to the chemical reaction of human urine excrement after it has been deposited. Perhaps because of the different food bases, which caused some trace elements in the body to cause abnormal changes after excretion, this strong acid sulfur crystal has a strong thermal accumulation effect, and the explosion effect is far beyond that of heavy shells made by humans, as well as similar blasting weapons. The most peculiar thing is that the Human Empire is unable to manufacture such strong acid sulfur crystals. According to the results of the Imperial Research Institute's analysis, the substance must be produced by dark creatures during the digestion of food, so that it can be excreted from the body in the form of waste materials that the body cannot absorb. Although the basic processes are similar to those of the human digestive system, humans are unable to produce similar changes through food absorption. After all, humans are very different from dark creatures when it comes to the basic types of food.

Heavy throwing guns fired from a distance almost completely blew away all the qiē on the makeshift position. Not only the fortifications, but even the Dark Knight, who stormed the inside of the fortifications, was killed and wounded on the spot. The grudge between the Dark Werewolf and the Dark Humans has a long history, and it's not uncommon for them to stab each other in private. If it weren't for the need for long-range fire support from the Dark Werewolves in battle, I'm afraid that no dark race would choose to cooperate with the Werewolves. As it is now, all the collective charge is made up of the Dark Sir and the Knight, and the werewolves are solely responsible for the suppression of firepower. Even if something goes wrong, the werewolf in charge of the long-range attack can cover it up with excuses like "accidental injury". After all, this kind of thing is inevitable even in the Human Empire. Especially in a chaotic battlefield, who knows what the actual battle situation is on the battlefield ahead? I'm just delivering long-range fire as ordered, as for how many dead and wounded the Dark Knight in front...... What's the matter?

As the gun was fired, a Dark Knight was leaping over the protective wall with a battle axe. Physically massive, it was lifted high by the blast and tumbled in the air, far past the sand barrier, and fell more than three meters away from Warrant Officer Porferi. The armor on the Dark Knight's body was completely blown away, and only a few fragments were still wrapped around his shoulders and ** position. Warrant Officer Porphyri, though dying, could still see the Dark Knight's chest cavity blasted open, his heart and pink lungs shattered. It rolled on the ground, screaming. Dark creatures are more powerful than humans in terms of pain tolerance, but not all pain is fearless. It felt like it was about to die, its body numb where it had been blown up, its torn body bleeding all the time, and despite the screams and wails that were loud, it could not change its mortal situation.

Warrant Officer Porfield was also seriously wounded. The heavy throwing gun blasted through the protective wall, splashing countless rubble, and at the same time, it also inflicted severe damage on the warrant officer, who had already been injured earlier. His legs were blown off from the roots, and a terrible wound more than ten centimeters long was opened in his abdomen. The power of this violent explosion had exceeded the protective limits of the power armor, and although Porferi saw his flesh and broken legs flying in the air, his heart was angry and painful, but he could not change his current situation. He clenched his teeth tightly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was frighteningly white. Although this injury is fatal, it will not die in a short time. At the very least, Warrant Officer Porfield could remain conscious until the outflow of blood from his body had reached a lethal stage.

The battle was chaotic, and there were noticeably more shouts from the smoke-filled positions than from the shots and explosions. On the one hand, the Dark Knights who broke into the position have been largely annihilated, and they are not killed alive by the long-range fire of their own people. On the other hand, there were very few soldiers left under Warrant Officer Porphyry.

The warrant officer felt cold, which was an indication that there was a lot of blood in his body. Although the modified body has two hearts, the fully strengthened bone marrow has more than three times more hematopoietic capacity than normal people. However, such a severe injury is no longer a mortal situation that can be saved by strengthening internal body functions. If you get treatment now, even the most primitive kind, put your injured body on the flame and burn it, and forcibly seal the bleeding wound, then you can still save a life to some extent. I640