lcionline Chapter 427: You Come, I Go, We Fight Back
Chapter 427: You Come, I Go, We Fight Back
Harold had never seen an ancient giant, let alone heard of one. Most of the combat engines, those terrifying alien creatures, were beyond his imagination.
He is just an honest farmer in an ecological farm in the 11th city of the Hive World, facing dangerous but non-lethal plants every day.
And now, the monsters that grew out of mushrooms were actually driving huge mechas to attack cities and plunder the land! This scene was completely different from what the conscription officer had described.
He curled up in a bomb crater one meter deep, clinging to the edge as closely as possible, trying to regain the sense of security that he had lost for months with his trembling body.
He was so scared that he was almost suffocating. His lungs were clearly pumping rapidly, but he could not feel any air going in or out.
The surrounding scene was full of afterimages, everything was in slow motion, his mind was completely stripped away by the deafening sound of gunfire, his helmet was lost, he should have fastened his damn buckle...
"BOOM!"
“Hmmmm ahhhhh…”
The explosion threw up dirt and rocks that splashed down on his head. Harold whimpered in fear and held the laser gun in his arms as tightly as he could.
He tried hard to recall what model it was. He was obviously scared to death, but his mind kept recalling the process of the field chaplain educating them.
"I am... a soldier of the 119th row of the 13th column... The laser rifle... is... a powerful weapon for the God-Emperor to punish the enemy... God-Emperor... God-Emperor!!"
His whispers were shredded by the stray bullets, and the explosion had shattered the words he was praying for. He had never been so eager for the Emperor's gaze. If... if he could survive...
"Damn Harold..Harold!"
A figure rushed out from the dust, slid down beside him, holding his hat, and grabbed the bulletproof armor and shook it hard.
Harold tried to make out the silent words through the other person's lip shape, the open mouth, the throbbing veins, the flowing blood...
It’s the political commissar. What’s his name? How did he get here? What is he...going to do?
"Stand up and pull the trigger... The weapon in your arms won't kill the enemy automatically... Don't waste my kindness... No one will find a helmet for you next time!"
The military green metal helmet was fastened tightly on his head. Although the sound was not completely blocked, the deafening explosion was small enough to gradually reorganize his confused mind and focus his confused vision.
"Get up, quickly! Think about your wife and daughter. If you fall, the damn orcs will be one step closer to them!"
Although the flesh and blood of the previous owner was still slipping out of the slightly larger helmet, the political commissar's hoarse roar awakened his long-lost courage. Although his body was still shaking, at least he was able to grit his teeth and stand up.
"Don't be afraid, aim and pull the trigger!" shouted the political commissar.
"Don't be afraid, Telescope, I will * you..."
"when!"
Harold shouted, he felt a laser shot out, but a stray bullet knocked him down first. Dizzy, facing the sky, fortunately the helmet really saved his life, the speeding bullet left a shocking bullet mark on it.
"Well done Harold, you are a natural fighter, you killed a damn beast!"
Not knowing whether it was true or not, Harold put on his helmet, fastened the buckle, and said in disbelief:
“Really…really?”
"Yes, that's right. If you don't believe me, just see for yourself." The political commissar, who was not afraid of stray bullets and shooting with one hand, said quickly.
Harold bent down to take a look. His sight passed over the firefight area with broken limbs and corpses. There were still many orcs a hundred meters away. Perhaps only God knew whether he had shot the damn orc or not.
A few hundred meters away, an orc mecha that was almost as tall as a building was firing at the armored team. The explosions of the tanks made him unable to stand steadily.
"Don't just stand there, reinforcements are coming soon. Keep shooting and don't let them rush over... I'll go to the west and take a look. Here are two energy magazines. Use them sparingly."
The political commissar didn't give Harold a chance to speak. He jumped out of the bomb crater, leaving him alone, suffocated by the fear of returning.
"Hoo.. hoo.. I can do it! Harold you can do it!"
"Biu..Biu..Biu..."
The sound of the laser beeping calmed his turbulent heart, and his rapid breathing gradually became smooth. Just like the political commissar said, when all you have in your hand is a laser gun with a bayonet, the differences between sentinels, fearless warriors, knights, and even Titans are only theoretical for them.
Harold prayed that the big guy only paid attention to the armored units and didn't care about him, a tiny human... unless all the other defenders were killed.
"Waaaaagh!"
The roar of the orcs came from far away. I crouched down and looked. They launched another charge towards the position. My trembling fingers pulled the trigger continuously. At 85 meters, the buzzing laser brushed past the orcs and shot into the sky.
At 70 meters, the tracer bullets on both sides decreased significantly, but at this time Harold was only focused on the savage alien. The buzzing sounded again, and a touch of orange appeared on the orc's rough shoulder armor.
At 55 meters, Harold quickly squatted down and adjusted the power knob next to the butt of the gun. He forgot the political commissar's instructions just now. He just wanted to kill the damn guy with one shot.
40 meters, "BIU"! The laser, which turned from red to green, hit the orc's chest. In high-output mode, it only took one shot to burn through it. The violent energy melted its thick arms, and the shooter showed a smile that had disappeared for a long time.
“Click…Click…”
The trigger was pulled but there was no response, the energy magazine was out of energy, and the orc was staggering but not dying.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…”
Harold hit the energy magazine again and again, but at this moment he hated that it was stuck so tightly. After finally knocking it off, he forgot where he put the two given by the political commissar.
When he found the magazine in the mud and looked up, the other party was less than 15 meters away from him.
14...13...12 meters...it doesn't look as fragile as the "Tuanqi Newspaper" said.
11..10..9 meters...It was a mess but at least the magazine was installed in place.
8..7..6 meters...That thing holding the machete high looks really ugly.
5 ...
"BIU!"
The blazing laser instantly penetrated the orc's chest. The loud roar stopped instantly, and the sturdy body immediately fell to the ground, rolling twice and stopping less than 1 meter in front of Harold.
"ha..."
Harold wanted to laugh, but when he looked past the corpses, he found a dozen orcs grinning at him.
"It's over..."
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The flying projectiles shattered the swarming orcs, and sticky flesh and blood smeared Harold's face. Not knowing what was going on, he curled up in the crater again, roaring loudly until something seemed to pass over the crater where he was.
This time it stood up very quickly. Harold wiped off the sticky plasma and looked carefully. He saw a bipedal vehicle that was somewhat similar to the Sentinel Walker, but much faster, running away.
The opponent's upper body rotated left and right, and two long-barreled automatic machine guns fired "bang bang". No matter what kind of armor the orc infantry wore, one bullet could blow it into pieces.
The bipedal mecha expansion has obvious advantages on the battlefield. The bomb craters and ruins that affect tanks are like flat ground in front of it. Its excellent stabilization system allows it to fire while running, and its pursuit speed can even surpass that of tanks traveling on flat ground.
Harold was stunned, but soon a laugh of survival came out of his mouth. He quickly leaned forward, adjusted the output power and shot at the aliens who were equally surprised but excited.
Suddenly, there was another "plop" sound, and the excited political commissar jumped into the crater again. He elbowed Harold twice, smiled and fired:
“Have they arrived? Have the reinforcements arrived? Damn it, I didn’t lie to you, did I? Hahahaha, there are more behind the broken wall. Kill these damn aliens!”
"Kill them! Kill them!"
Harold also shouted. He watched as the herd of beasts on the battlefield were attracted by the sudden appearance of five lance-type squire knights. The orcs were extremely angry, but their attack speed could not catch up with the opponent's agile posture.
The orc infantry and small vehicles were shot into sieves by machine guns, and if they were stronger, the servants would quickly rush forward from the sea of fire and swords, and then use the melta guns mounted on their heads to attack the opponents. Even the ancient giants would be seriously injured.
However, the five squire knights ran away after the fight. After all, their bodies were not protected by heavy armor, and they would be killed immediately if they were hit by a cannon.
But the orc ancient giant is not going to let the other party go. Several pipes spewing black smoke are coiled around the outside of the iron body. In the gaps between the countless armor plates, you can even see the fart spirit sticking its head out and laughing.
The densely packed long and short range weapons on the body made people feel cold just by looking at them. The large artillery on the left arm fired "bang", and although the accuracy was off by dozens of meters, it still affected more than a dozen people.
The thick armor is not afraid of the bombardment of automatic machine guns, and with the protection of the orc-type energy shield, the orc boss who controls the ancient giant will definitely use chainsaws to cut and chop, and use his big feet to crush these fly-like shrimps to death.
The shift in the battle line gave the defenders a chance to catch their breath, but Harold believed that without heavy firepower, it would be impossible to defeat the big guy.
But the political commissar pulled him to the edge of the crater, pointed excitedly at the ruins that the squire knight had just run through, and shouted:
"Look! Ours is here too!"
"Oh!"
Before the political commissar finished his words, the wall in the ruins collapsed with a loud bang. A huge and gorgeous mecha rushed over from the broken bricks and tiles, and chopped down on the head with the raised Death Chain Sword.
Gu Juji, who was only focused on chasing the squire knight, had no idea that he had walked into a trap. Just like a family hunt in the Middle Ages, the squires as "hounds" would drive or attract the target into an ambush circle, allowing the "masters" who had been waiting for a long time to take the opponent's head.
“Bang bang bang bang!!!”
The orc giant was caught off guard and was hit by the sudden appearance of the knight. The roaring Death Chain Sword penetrated the blockade of the protective energy shield and chopped on the slightly smaller metal head without any hindrance.
The sharp gold-toothed blade cut the metal head into pieces, and the backup pipe spewing black smoke broke with a clanging sound. The orc boy and the fart spirit who were holding the railing and the pipe were thrown out.
The melta gun on the Templar's shoulder sprayed out blazing fire, and the temperature of the fleeting sun collided with the chest of the ancient giant. The explosion caused by the vaporization shocked all the warriors present.
The scorching shockwave ignited the internal structure of the ancient giant, destroying the dangerous behemoth. This time, thick black smoke no longer spewed out of the pipe, and the damage to its huge body seemed to be heading towards collapse.
But surprisingly, even though the cab had been chopped into pieces by a knife, its arms on both sides could still move.
The right chest is a dagger, the left shoulder is a machine gun (changeable)
A green animal head with a horsetail poked out from the gap in the iron-wrapped abdomen, and it started swearing at the knight, with the voice so loud that the translator could pick it up.
"If you dare to hit me, I'll kill you, you stinky shrimp!"
At the same time, Gu Juji's right mechanical arm stabbed horizontally, and the knight mecha reacted quickly, also pulling back its arm and blocking it with the chainsaw shell, with fine fireworks bursting out with a "bang bang bang" sound.
The opponent adjusted the muzzle with his left arm, not caring about the fact that he would lose 800 points of damage if he was too close, and fired at the retreating Knight Mech that also raised its muzzle. The two sides immediately fired machine guns furiously, missiles flew, and cannons roared. A round of volleys broke the steel and cracked the iron.
The weapon systems of both sides were completely destroyed. All that was left of the man and the beast was a rotating chainsword. The ion shield had been damaged in the previous exchange of fire, and even the melta gun on the shoulder was smashed. Fortunately, the fuel tank under the shell was not affected, otherwise half of the shoulder would have been scrapped.
The huge abdomen of the ancient giant was blown open, and the broken limbs flew out in the explosion. However, the opponent did not stop even in this situation. The parts inside seemed to be controlled independently, which was completely different from the knight's throne system.
Alarms were ringing in the mechas of both sides, an electronic sound and a shout, metal fragments stained with fuel and burning fiercely were scattered everywhere, and the two shaking mechas had entered their final moments.
The surrounding Lancers continued to fire, trying to protect their lord's son. The orcs were also fighting desperately, and all kinds of tin cans were also protecting their boss.
It was thought that the Templar could deliver a thundering attack, because the automatic cannon mounted on his right arm was not fatal to the ancient giant who also had an energy shield, so he came up with the idea of sacrificing his life, but no one expected that the opponent could be so resistant to attacks.
Just as both sides were slashing at each other with their chainsaw swords in their final fight for their lives, something unexpected happened inside the ancient giant. An arc-shaped laser cut open its chest. The red energy gathered in the barrel, illuminating the orc boss inside with his mouth wide open.
The knight mecha is unavoidable, and everyone's heart stops at this moment...
"Buzz!!!!"
With a loud bang, a dazzling light burst out from under the dark clouds, and the "boom" sound of the explosion was mixed with the roars of the orcs "waaaghwaaagh".
They laughed at the knight surrounded by smoke, but the next second a Templar Knight with half of his body engulfed in flames and only one arm left came over with a sword. Although his arm was broken, his speed became faster, and although he was alone, his fighting spirit was even higher!
"The Dawn Lancers will never retreat!"
Going straight to the point, the staggering Son of Arryn swung his sword sideways, and the Death Chainsaw Sword completely sank into the chest of the ancient giant. Flesh and metal were crushed together, and the damaged engine immediately caused a chain reaction.
The instantaneous explosion knocked the Templar to the ground. The sky was filled with smoke and dust as if it had experienced a small nuclear explosion. Harold hurriedly squatted with his head in his hands. When the dust settled, he realized that it was not that he was deaf, but that the sound of fighting had disappeared.