Chapter 763: Hearty battle (Part 1)

Eventually it escaped and a prey came out of the net.
Although Guk could confirm that it could not cause trouble for a long time, he finally broke free and escaped from the fatal trap he set.
This extremely anger was ignited to the highest point after the arrival of human reinforcements. He led the guard to rush towards the overwhelmed soldiers, completely defeating them in a massacre, and then Guk moved again.
Now that the enemy's biggest trouble has disappeared, the C3 area has become less reliable since they have stuck to the main points for a long time.
Although Guk didn’t know how humans call that valley, even he could see that as long as he controlled it, he could cut off the entire canyon from the middle, not only the intersection of several tracks, but also There are only a few large plains in the canyon.
In order to win over there, Guk once again concentrated on the strength at hand.
"Go to hell!"
Silas slammed his old fist down, hitting the monster's plate-shaped forehead hard, crushing its lower bones.
But it still didn’t die, it roared back, its jaws so big that it was almost absurd, snapped on one of his wrists, so he thumped harder, pushing his armored power system to its limit, and from Somewhere overworked to extract more power.
He used two more heavy blows to blunt the fury of the unnatural scarlet eyes, and the subsequent third blow knocked the behemoth to the ground, sliding down the inner wall of the trench.
Silas condensed his strength and climbed up the slope, groping in a wave of falling debris.
There was a sharp pain in his left leg twitching, which became more and more difficult to ignore. The star dart gun had been smashed into scrap iron, and the armor was full of pits and rifts.
The air was filled with that terrifying, never-ending roar-Waaagh! ! !
Every battle with these beasts will have this noise, and this sonic is still increasing, tearing the hearing protection in his helmet, torturing his senses and weakening his reaction speed.
"Damn..."
After more than ten seconds, he reached the edge of the slope, kneeling on one knee and panting.
Above him was a wide open portal, a tortured sky, and nerve poison gas generally showed bright orange, and the dark cloud of the rocket scratched it from time to time.
Suddenly, a rocket roared and fell overhead, its engine spitting smoke, making the earthquake tremble, and the smiling face on the red shell was so abominable.
A fold of terrain composed of alluvial plains appeared in front of him, and under the background of successive explosions, there was a bright light, like a broken glass spread on the mainland as wide as the side.
The saddle-shaped mountains in the north stand on the fiery horizon, like some kind of repeated waves.
Everything between him and the mountains is in motion. It is a moving land like a boiling sea.
But that is neither the earth nor the ocean.
It was a living wave, a living carpet made of dark green flesh bound by iron heavy armor and covered by nightmarish roar, rolling and engulfing everything.
Nothing in this world can be compared.
No other species can do this, and no perceptible life can fuse itself and twist into this molten, indefinite rage.
Some kind of deep-seated lattice furnace expanded and energized it until it was strengthened to the extent that it was inevitable enough to wipe out the stars.
No other army can march under such a heartbreaking tide of green tide.
No other army can join the white-blade battle based on primitive instincts alone, and it does not think of itself except anger and longing for blood.
There is no premeditated maliciousness here, no grand strategic purpose, only the surging desire to slaughter.
It gushed out of the condensed basic ganglion, rushing through the black blood vessels, driving a steel-like muscle bundle to wield a blunt knife like a turbocharged hammer, splitting the ground under the feet.
Ok, green skin.
The most powerful and most numerous of all monster threats that humans have faced, so perfectly evolved into a violent machine, so that imperial scholars have put forward a crazy hypothesis-this species may have been deliberately bred for war .
Fearless, incredibly strong, terrifyingly belligerent, reproductive and extremely tough.
Many people judge that this is a deadly enemy with no one before and no one after.
And now they have launched the charge again, this is the 23rd time today.
Silas meets his deputy Grande at the ridge, and as they kill a blood path along the trench front, more soldiers will join together.
Almost all the blurry blades, by cutting, hacking, kicking, etc., just squeezed out a passage. The thunder of the artillery even eclipsed the blood-soaked march of the former. Some machine gun bunkers have been fighting for several days. He stubbornly leaned towards the approaching herd with heavy firepower.
On the right wing, a light tank from the 3rd Armored Division was galloping, crushing the debris under the wheel, and appeared in the echo of the rotating main gun~EbookFREE.me~ and on the left wing, more dressed Black light armored warriors rushed from the trench slopes and joined the joint raid at the perfect time. They charged in a tight formation and devoured the battlefield with a violent rhythm.
Despite the similar dress, they are not the blade of the blur, but from the unreinforced mortal force-the black army.
It was General Jackson who led the team. These elite soldiers and the Blurred Blades were equally good at fighting, and they also stubbornly defeated the pain.
There was no need for Silas' support here, but he accepted Euskin's request for help. After the withdrawal of the unreliable citizen temple forces, he decisively brought people to fill the front.
But the form is still turning sharply, and every metre of land on the battlefield is taken after the barbaric melee.
Every fallen green skin will be replaced by another one, and then another one, they swarmed from that endless wall of flesh and blood, like splattered from some super huge organic juice well.
All the magazines were swept away in dangerous and brief intervals, followed by a brutal white-blade battle.
Humans and monsters squeezed and collided within the face-to-face distance. Tank clusters came from the chaotic trenches, shaking the uneven surface, turning the pouring beam into a slaughter tsunami.
"follow me!"
Silas started again, marching towards the saddle-shaped mountain in the distance, dancing his long sword as an aggressive blade circle.
The guards followed him, slamming the aliens that were not sent to the west by his knife, and sent precious ammunition into the bodies that were hit.
Ok's progress is slow, but unstoppable.
The best of Blur Blade is fast combat. Unparalleled agility and precision can be displayed. The massive number of green skins can weaken the fighting momentum, which is their strength.