Chapter 187 One Person's Support

The company commander listened to the "dudu" sound from the receiver and was stunned in place, unable to move for a long time.

"How's it going, company commander? How does it work this time?

"Riley, did the old fat man send someone? I told you before that he is a soft-footed shrimp. You have to spray him hard. You can't beg him like grandpa last time."

"Hey, look at Rayleigh's stupidity. I guess he's so happy. What's wrong? Did the commander of the army send a large army to support us?

Company commander Raleigh hung up the phone and looked at the comrades-in-arms around him.

At this time, it is the gap between the battle. If it is well expected, it is still five minutes before the orc launches the next attack. Of course, it's okay to be wrong. It's just that the orcs crossed the trenches full of corpses, submerged the temporary small front-line command post, directly penetrated the defense line that no longer existed, and then pinched the lonely legion commander behind them to death.

There are only eleven soldiers left in the whole command post. This is still the addition of company commander Rayleigh Scott, medical soldier Pizol Scarelia, and communication soldier Jerry Brock, who do not need to pick up weapons in the battle, but these are now everyone is injured.

These warriors have experienced battles like purgatory. The green orcs are so cruel and strong, but in the face of the orcs's tide-like impact, the warriors have not retreated. Of course, I have to say that this has a lot to do with the political commissar. In the defense half a day ago, the political commissar used his pistol to shoot no more than 20 timid soldiers in a row, successfully boosting the morale of all the soldiers in the company, and then the poor commissar died in a counterattack.

The next war is cruel and long and makes people feel the end. The soldiers have no time to feel tired or afraid. They can only devote themselves to the battle, mechanically pulling the trigger to repel waves of attacks from the enemy until now.

No one who lives here cares about their life and death. So many people die, and so many brothers lie in front of them. After seeing more death, death is not horrible and mysterious. Death is nothing to these soldiers. The important thing is that it is an impossible task to defend the front line.

They are eager for reinforcements to come, so that the soldiers can complete the task, and perhaps there will be a chance to survive.

All the soldiers looked at the company commander, and their eyes were full of expectation and longing.

"Of course," the regimental commander smiled confidently and said loudly, "As long as we hold on for another hour, no, just half an hour. As long as we resist the enemy for another half an hour, the reinforcements will arrive!"

"Ha, it's finally coming."

"It will be terrible if you don't come again. It's half an hour, that is, two waves of attacks. If we fuck the orcs in pain, it may be a wave of attacks. It should not be a big problem."

"The reinforcements should also arrive. We have been blocking for so long. Even if the reinforcements are snails, they should come."

But everyone knows from the bottom of their hearts that they can't support it for more than half an hour. Even the next wave of attacks, they don't have much chance to stop it. Relying on eleven people alone can't stop the tide-like impact of the orcs.

Rely Scott took a deep breath, suppressed his disgust for himself, suppressed the deep pain in his heart, gritted his teeth, and piled his smiles on his face: "Then we are still waiting, everyone check the weapons, and then go [fuck] the orcs to death, let them I know who the real owner of this land is.

"Ula!!!"

"Dry them to death!"

"I can't wait."

The soldiers shouted their inspiring words in a weak voice. At the same time, there was a sound of gun disassembly in the room. After a while, everyone's weapons were checked. The soldiers casually found a position in the room and sat down crookedly, adjusting their state, waiting for the company commander's order.

"Well, after the weapon inspection, let's pray with me." So everyone in the command post struggled and half knelt on the ground and began to pray with the company commander in a low voice. The company commander said, and the soldiers said that there were no priests and priests here, and there was no solemn auditorium. The prayers were short but solemn.

Rayleigh licked his dry lips and said hoarsely, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of evil."

The soldiers chanted in unison: "I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of evil."

The company commander's voice gradually became louder: "Because the holy emperor will come for me."

The voices of the soldiers were also excited: "Because the holy emperor will come for me."

The company commander used all his strength and began to roar: "Fear is like nothingness, because I believe in it."

In the small command post, the fearless voices of the soldiers echoed: "Fear is like nothingness, because I am extremely religious."

Very good. The morale is still high. Rayleigh nodded, but randomly he fell into confusion again. What's the use of this? Because of their own lies, everyone will die in battle. No one here can survive. They will all die tragically under the orc's axe.

But at least, these soldiers died gloriously in the battle of their followers. What will happen to the legion after his death? That's not something you can worry about.

"Well, let these orcs see what a real warrior is."

As soon as the words fell, the communicator in the room sounded.

Rayleigh wrinkles every day. Who will call here at this time? Does the commander want to collect the last words of the soldiers?

He staggered and stood up and picked up the receiver. The army commander's excited business came from the microphone: "Raleigh, is it Raleigh?"

"Ah, it's me. Did the commander forget to say anything?"

"Haha, you're not dead yet. The good news is that your support is on the way."

"Oh?" This is really super good news that stunned those who already have the intention to die. Rely's numb heart, which had been made by the pain, seemed to recover and jumped up. He suppressed his excitement and asked, "Who? How many people? What time will it be?"

"Who? I didn't say this, but the number of people is really not large. The commander of the army smiled and said proudly, "If there is no accident, there should be only one person to support you."

Rayleigh almost fainted on the spot. Did he want to kill himself before the orc cut him to death? Without replying, he threw down the receiver, took out his pistol, and smashed the communicator with a bang!

"Brothers, it's up!"

The soldiers took up their weapons and entered the last two intact bunkers. There were only a dozen people. It was impossible to throw themselves into the vast front. The thin defense line would be pushed down by the strong orcs like a delicate girl. Even the cross defense line composed of the last two bunkers is still thin for the surging orcs.

Raleigh knows that this is just the last struggle in despair.

Shortly after entering the front line, the soldiers saw the oncoming green wave from afar, just like the sea washing the beach. This time, the orcs concentrated their unprecedented military strength and launched a charge to Raleigh's defense line. When the endless green orcs rushed to the defense line of only 11 people At the front, a gentle sigh sounded in the hearts of all the soldiers.

Then the prayer chanted not long ago sounded in their hearts, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of evil, because the holy emperor will come for me."

Yes, even if you die, you will return gloriously to the arms of the emperor.

"Prepare!" The company commander's voice has begun to tremble, but his command is still steady. Prepare, everyone, don't be in a hurry to open fire. Wait a minute, wait a minute. We need to give these orcs a pain at a time. Yes, wait a minute..."

Then the company commander Rayleigh waved his hand down violently, and he roared from his soul, "Fire!"

Almost at the same time, with his order, the six specially concentrated machine guns in the bunker began to fire, and the banging sound began to vibrate in people's ears without interruption. The bullets tilted out like a storm, and the tlugs mixed in the bullets depicted the trajectory in front of everyone. It formed a long chain with golden glitter.

These six long chains swayed and shook gently, crushing and tearing all the approaching green creatures. The bright red blood and amputated limbs were scattered, and the orcs were slaughtered in batches, but there was no way to stop the pace of the orcs' attack. They roared feverishly!

"WAGGGH!!!"

Then these orcs who fell into madness continued to move forward with meat cubes and blood submerged in their ankles. They waved machetes and continued to move forward regardless of the net of death woven by six machine guns.

At the beginning of the battle, the company commander was already frightened, because he saw the intentions of these orcs. This group of green monsters did not use hot weapons to bombard the soldiers. The orcs directly charged with the most primitive cold weapons in this attack, and countless green orcs were holding machetes. , charging in the broken direction, these orcs vowed to pull out these tenacious human shrimps one by one, and then chop them into mud.

The six chains fired by the machine gun are woven into a net of death, but they can't stop the orc's charge like the tide.

The sound of orcs chopping the gate with machetes has come from the door of the bunker, and outside the other bunker that can be seen, the orcs who have crawled with green skin are suddenly covered with dirty green moss.

Rayleigh sighed, found a multi-pocket combat suit from the room to put on himself, and then stuffed the grenades into the pocket of the combat suit one by one.

There is nothing we can do. There is no hope of survival. In this case, we can't make these green-skinned beasts happy!

But at this time, the noise on the battlefield suddenly stopped, and the orcs who surged like a tide no longer moved forward fiercely. Except for the roaring machine guns, all the orcs had no sound.

The orcs all held machetes, opened their mouths wide, raised their heads, and stared at the sky. They didn't even care about the enemy in front of them and the roaring firepower, but opened their mouths and stared at the sky.