Chapter 835: Bloody Wengen River (6)

"They are coming!"
Someone screamed as they opened fire.
Celtic turned to the kind of crackling place that was different, just to see an unrecognized soldier fall down in the smoke, nightmarish-shaped things came down from the sky, like a bird swooping down to catch prey .
The supreme commander didn't recognize the soldier because his face disappeared--he was ripped apart by the claws carried by those things.
"Concealed!! Avoid those carrying rockets!"
Celtic immediately shouted, but his warning was covered by the trembling sound of a heavy artillery, so almost no one could hear it.
During the battle throughout the day, he spent little time at the command post, but instead spent more time with the soldiers on the front line. A reason.
But the war cannot be won by will alone.
"Damn!"
He flashed to the side, just avoiding a storm kid who was rushing in his direction. Something wiped his face, hit a tent a few steps away, and caught fire.
Celtic drew his sword subconsciously, squatted down and waved towards the top of his head.
His luck was not bad, because my neck and coat were rewarded with a pile of filth that fell from the sky.
"Be careful, sir!"
Celtic turned around and saw the thing rushing towards him under the fire.
It roared angrily, and the broken internal organs were dragged behind like a banner.
One of his guards knelt down on his knees, aiming at the thing leisurely with a gun in his hand, as if he were only on a shooting training ground.
Then the guard pulled the trigger, and the head of the thing suddenly split.
"Thanks!"
Celtic waved his hand, rolled up, and pulled out the pistol in his left hand.
The guard opened his mouth and smiled, then turned to look for the next target.
Not yet able to end!
Celtic thought, and then ran to the parking apron with the fastest speed.
Continuous shooting along the way, waving the buzzing sword in his hand with all the actions that could be imagined, only the Father knew if he had hit anything.
This is like a heroic character, constantly inspiring the soldiers around him.
The soldiers were firing light machine guns continuously, but the firepower intertwined in the sky was not dense.
The storm boys are extremely fast and easily avoid most bullets.
Celtic saw that most of the soldiers were looking for cover, and those who were still in the open space had no chance to move, because a large number of bullets and grenades poured down like rainstorms.
So he turned his attention away, but suddenly tripped, and then saw something rushing towards himself, and was about to use a stock to take a hard look.
"It's me! Idiot!"
Celtic shouted, frantically using his arm to block the before the other person shattered his head.
Even in the smell of Ouke's guts, the lieutenant general can tell who he is.
One of his heads, he was squatting under a truck, and the steel plate above his head was protecting him from the torrential storm.
"Sir!"
He seemed to relax a lot.
"What should we do?"
"Start this thing,"
Celtic said loudly.
Anyone else might argue, but the commander's nature of obedience to the chief allows him to roll into the open ground without hesitation.
After a while the engine started, Celtic took a deep breath, and then took another breath.
Speaking of courage that he didn't think he possessed at all, he put the pistol in the holster, grasped his sword tightly, and rolled away to the open ground.
"Come here, sir."
The commander held out his dirty palm, but Celtic held it gratefully, and then jumped behind the truck.
"Drive!"
Celtic roared, and almost flew out as the truck accelerated.
There was a light machine gun on the roof of the truck, and Celtic dropped his melee weapon and opened fire.
Although the effect is extremely weak, at least it looks good. Anyone who sees him will think that this additional firepower is the reason why he is standing in this car.
After a few seconds they crossed the edge of the position and the truck began to slow down.
"Continue to go!"
Celtic said that the head of the team looked confused, but continued to step on the accelerator.
"Where, sir?"
"To the north, the command post, the sooner the better."
Celtic was ready to return to his command post because he needed to mobilize his army. Now it is in chaos. If he can't give orders in time, even worse things will happen.
At this moment, he regretted why he dared to the front and wanted to see the destruction of those Oaks.
Tyre's Defense Command had almost withdrawn all maneuvering forces for this battle, and any defeat would be unacceptable.
They made so many preparations in advance and arranged so many traps and baits just to wipe out the main force of Ok.
This is the only chance to reverse the situation. Ouke stupidly divided his troops into two. As long as one of them is eaten, the other can no longer pose a threat to Tyre.
Obviously, the weaker Lithuanian Legion is the best target.
And they are very, very close to this step.
All in all, just a little bit, just a little bit...
Just when Celtic felt that victory was going away from him, the truck shook violently.
"what happened?"
"They are firing at us, sir."
The commander's voice sounded as calm as when he made the report. Celtic was lying on the hood of the machine gun and looking out~ EbookFREE.me~ and the whole stomach twitched.
"Turn!"
He screamed, and then a rocket crossed over a dozen centimeters from his face before hitting the ground.
"Go back to the camp!"
In the light of the setting sun, the plain in front of them looked like a moving green ocean, with rolling waves-but there was no water in the ocean at all, only some tangled muscles, knife and gun and fangs replaced the waves, and toward The artillery positions like an isolated island shattered in a pinch.
In the rear are the field hospitals, logistics positions and field command posts shrouded in a thick smoke.
If it wasn't too frightening to feel any other emotion at all, Celtic might cry in disappointment.
Those greenskins were even smarter than him. They went around and destroyed the command post, and cut off the back road to stop the soldiers fighting on the front line from escaping.
While the truck was making a sharp turn, Celtic fell from the top like a coin, hitting a hard object with his head, and it was extremely painful.
Later, he blinked his dizzy eyes to return to normal, and then saw that the thing turned out to be a skull of a dead Oak, which was supposed to be Ok's burial place, but he didn't expect...
Boom~!
With a loud noise, the truck was shattered into pieces by rockets.
Suddenly, the queue of Oak in front was neatly separated, and a giant Oak wearing a military coat and wearing a military cap like Celtic appeared.
The lieutenant of the empire threw his sword tremblingly, knelt down on his knees, facing the direction of Tyre, and pulled out the pistol on his waist.
"Your Majesty...I it!"
boom!
Gunshots sounded, and the highest commander on the human side fell to the pool of blood in the Battle of Wengen River.