Man in warhammer, war with rust

Chapter 33, Deathmatch!
The huge sound of cannons resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the dense bombardment of the cannonballs stirred up layers of invisible ripples on the quantum shield and burst into dazzling flames.

After another round of artillery strikes, the quantum shield became more and more transparent, looking crumbling and possibly breaking at any time.

The judge was protected at the very center of the team, and looked at the fire rain falling on the quantum shield without wave. While silently calculating the arrival of support, he quickly recovered his depleted psionic energy.

In the command post at this time, the White Scar Glory Guards looked with satisfaction at the soldiers in the video who were wearing black uniforms, gas masks on their faces, and a chainsaw engineer shovel hanging from their waists, who were quickly filling artillery shells.

"I don't know what the newly established mortal auxiliary army is, at least the strength of the artillery unit is still very good, and it is also a first-class group in the astral army."

After the Glory Guard finished speaking, he looked at the champion warrior, waiting for the other party's evaluation.

"…………"

"Cut, the less talkative guards the streets."

Seeing that the champion warrior ignored him, the Glory Guard felt a little self-indulgent, and pouted and walked away.

In fact, it's not that the champion warrior doesn't want to ignore him, but the dialect of this white-scarred Glory Guard. Nine of the ten words need to be guessed by himself. It's better to just ignore him than to be so troublesome.

……

"Prepare to charge." The judge, who had recovered a trace of spiritual energy, stood up reluctantly. "Staying here on defense is waiting to die. It will take some time for the support troops to arrive."

"The tactical doll will go up first. This time, if there is another idiot who rushes to the front of the tactical doll, I will give it to you. If I can go back alive, I will engrave the two words on his clothes!"

Following the order, the tactical dolls loaded the guns in their hands and activated the laser knives hanging from their waists.

The mortal auxiliary army that was still launching an attack also stopped the attack in a heartbeat, skillfully took out the bayonet from the leggings, and quickly stuck the bayonet on the slot of the muzzle.

Ignoring the bullets shot in the distance, he crawled out of the fortification with a blank face, the snow-white bayonet flashing coldly in the sunlight.

They know their opponents have ballistic calculators and can shoot better than they do.

They know that their opponents are composed of alloy armor plates, which are more durable than their own flesh.

They knew they were about to fight against a bunch of machines, and that bunch of machines against flesh and blood.

They knew they would trade their precious lives for a lump of scrap metal.

But none of this mortal auxiliary army flinched, and a bayonet flashing with cold light pressed up in their charge with the will to dare to challenge everything.

But such a will to fight that is enough to shock any race is of no use to a mechanical unit like the tactical humanoid.

In the tactical dolls' program, as long as you have more deaths than the enemy's bullets, you will win.

The tactical dolls charged as the Mortal Auxiliary charged.

The ground trembled, as if in fear of two terrifying armies charging silently.

With the swinging of the bayonet and the laser knife, the two sides collided, like two gray-black waves slapping together. The loud noise at the moment of the collision was enough to cause physical discomfort to mortals.

Accompanied by the vibrating hum of the laser knife and the friction sound of the bayonet being inserted into the machine, the sight of both sides of the battle was covered with minced meat and broken scrap iron.

"Huh?" The Honor Guard who was watching the battle was a little puzzled. "Didn't the report say that this mortal auxiliary army called Krieg is a new legion? Why does the combat experience seem so rich?"

"Damn it, there's no winner or loser in this battle, why did the people in the back start strapping hot melt bombs to their bodies?"

The Honor Guard subconsciously touched the nails on his forehead. After serving for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a brutal mortal auxiliary army just after it was established.

"Okay, the firepower level on the opposite side has been basically figured out, let them retreat, it's time for us to play."

The champion warrior ignored the Glory Guards who were sighing on the side, and began to ask the commander next to him to issue an order to retreat.

"Not good!" The mortal commander made a strange cry just after he gave the order.

"This auxiliary army not only refused to retreat, but also directly killed the front-line commander."

"........."

"........."

This time, not only the champion warrior was silent, but also the Glory Guard with the white scar.

.........

The clanging of melee weapons and the cracking of flesh in the melee had driven the Krieg Death Corps into madness.

The enemies in front of them are getting thinner and thinner, but their team is getting thinner and thinner.

It was as if a soldering iron had been placed in two pieces of ice that were connected to each other, and the place where the two armies met was as if a humanoid fell like a madman mowing the grass.

With the passage of time, the entire battlefield has been shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and broken parts mixed with flesh and blood can be seen everywhere, making people feel inexplicably nauseated.

Finally, the battle came to an end when the last Krieg soldier detonated the melt bomb strapped to his body.

At this time, there were only a few tactical dolls left, and they slowly walked back to the position with their broken limbs.

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun slants on them, and the slanted shadows reflected just point to the battlefield, and the tragic emotions that rose from nowhere began to spread among the two armies.

"call……"

The judge looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. He had just received the news that the fleet that came to support had been entangled by the imperial fleet, and I am afraid it was too late to support.

Walking heavily to the front of the army, the long knife in the judge's hand pointed straight to the sky.

"Everyone!"

"I believe everyone understands what we are here for!"

"Back then we lived for orders, and now we die for orders!"

"What an honor this is!"

The judge shouted with all his strength: "Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

There is no despair, no madness, only the will to fight soaring into the sky!
(End of this chapter)