novelbin Chapter 1034: Chaos into a pot of porridge
Chapter 1034: Chaos into a pot of porridge
The trench command post was filled with the stench of rotting viscera mixed with promethium. The metal prosthetic limb of Astra Militarum Major Hector was deeply embedded in the operating table of the auspicious instrument.
Every time the image of the vice admiral flashed in the holographic projection, more bloody and flesh fragments fell from the rusted pipe joints. Three days ago, this place was hit by the orc gas bomb, and the bodies of twelve signalmen were still piled in the corner as a blast-proof wall.
"You champagne drinking bastards on track!"
"We need fucking backup! Back-up!"
Hector's vocal cords burst into blood foam as he roared. His broken nose bridge was broken by himself three days ago with the green-skinned boy's machete. "The thirteenth airborne cubs didn't even cross the green-skinned fart swamp!"
He ripped open his acid-corroded uniform, revealing a mechanical lung sticking out of his chest.
Calvin huddled in the corner of the trench, watching the political commissar inject the last half of a bottle of morphine into the carotid artery of a wounded soldier with abdominal ulcers.
This underground bunker, which is said to be able to accommodate a thousand people, is now covered with layers of Astra Militarum identity cards instead of moisture-proof mats on the floor.
As a dying soldier twitched and kicked over the bucket, the electronic notepad soaked in dirty water suddenly lit up. It was last week's supply list, marked with "Daily ammunition quota: 1.7 magazines per person."
At this moment Hector was no longer afraid of the so-called punishment. The entire Alert Star was in chaos, and he himself would most likely not live to see the day when he would be punished for disobeying his superiors.
"Let the five people who have arrived at the battlefield take up their positions! The orcs are coming soon! Tell them to bite an orc to death even with their teeth."
Hector hung up the comms. There was no point in arguing now.
Calvin was peeking at all this outside the command center, and his pupils trembled when he unexpectedly saw the data stream on the holographic screen.
He saw the logo of the agricultural galaxy to which he belonged appeared on the list of casualties, and the icons of the 700,000 planetary defense forces had all turned gray.
The number of a certain Astra Militarum Corps marked as "annihilated" pierced his nerves. It was the armored division that had passed by them on the battleship a few hours ago. At that time, the elite soldiers sitting on the Leman Russ tanks had made obscene gestures to the rookies. Now, those elite soldiers had turned into dust on the battlefield.
"I asked the headquarters for 2000 men, and they did give me 2000 men, but in the end, only five of them made it to the position alive."
At this moment, a deafening explosion suddenly blew off the roof, and concrete fragments fell like raindrops.
Calvin saw the truth among the collapsed ruins. He saw that the first line of defense outside the trench where they were located had no signs of construction at all, or rather, these signs of construction had long been wiped out by the orcs' bombing. In front of it was only a breastwork built with the bodies of the dead.
The corpse of a soldier whose head was chopped off by an orc was wearing a Celestial Army armor that was obviously two sizes too large, with the low-quality fiber lining of the Planetary Defense Force still visible at the cuffs. The corpses were piled together to form a line of defense made of flesh and blood.
Just then, someone shouted, "The orcs are coming!"
"waaaaaagh!!!"
“waaaaaagh!!!!!”
"waaaaaagh!!!!"
The orcs' war roars sounded like thunder deep in the earth's core. When Calvin was kicked into the heavy machine gun position by the political commissar, the entire trench was shaking.
With his cheek against the hot barrel of the gun, he saw through the scope that the horizon was wriggling. It was not an earthquake, but a hundred thousand pairs of orc feet covered in fungal armor trampling the earth.
"Fire! You breathing piece of rotten meat!"
The commissar's chainsword chipped away at the rust on the machine gun shield, sending sparks into the back of Calvin's neck.
When his index finger pulled the trigger, the recoil of the heavy bolter almost shattered his shoulder blade. The first string of bullets overturned the Orc war truck that was rushing in front, and the green-skinned boys in the car were splashed like bursting pumpkins, and the sticky green body fluids poured out blasphemous totems on the sand.
"Coordinates 37-42! Full charge coverage!"
Hector's mechanical lungs whistled sharply, and his remaining right hand deformed the communicator. Three seconds later, the sky was dyed orange by the rocket's tail flame, and Calvin saw the messengers of death trailing white smoke accurately smashing into the orc formation.
The shock wave threw tons of sand, gravel and body parts into the sky, and an orc leader who was blown away was still waving a bloody machete in the air.
But the green tide has not receded.
More orcs charged forward, stepping on the scraps of their companions' flesh, their skin evolving into a scarlet stratum corneum under the artillery fire.
The barrel of Calvin's gun began to glow red, and the steam from the coolant duct blurred his vision.
When he emptied the fifth ammunition box, an orc technician carrying a homemade nuclear bomb suddenly jumped up from the crater, with his rotten teeth only ten meters away from the muzzle. It was a grenade thrown by Hector with his mechanical prosthesis that exploded in mid-air, and the radioactive dust mixed with flesh and blood poured all over Calvin's head.
"I need a magazine! Magazine, you stupid—"
Burgundy hair flashed behind the left bunker. It was Danny, a new recruit from the Seventh Irrigation District. Three days ago, he was showing off the lavender sachets woven by his wife on the transport ship.
At this moment, he jumped out of the smoke holding an ammunition box, and his freckled face, which was unique to teenagers, was stained with oil and expectation.
Calvin's voice was drowned out by the shriek of orc rockets.
He watched as Danny's right leg vaporized in the green light, the boy fell into the crater holding the unopened ammunition box, and his burgundy hair burned into a gray flag in the promethium flame.
The two orc boys howled and jumped into the crater, rusty machetes stabbing Danny's shoulders.
"Your Majesty the Emperor!"
Danny looked at the orc in front of him and wailed. He wanted to pick up the weapon that fell beside him, but the orc had already chopped off his hand.
"Bang! Bang!"
At this moment, the political commissar rushed out, holding a bolt pistol and killing the two orcs cleanly and neatly.
"Ignore him! Keep shooting!" Hector's mechanical prosthesis carried Calvin back to the machine gun position. The major's chest was exposed with a spark-sparkling mechanical lung, and a new cut deep enough to see the bone was on it.
When the orcs' corpses piled up into a three-meter-high wall in front of the trench, cracks finally appeared in the green tide.
Hector roared and adjusted the artillery coordinates to cut off the orc follow-up troops.
But the elite greenskins in the front row had already broken through the barbed wire. Calvin watched as an orc leader, whose body was covered with steel nails, chopped down two Krieg Death Legion soldiers with a machete as big as a door panel. Their shovels couldn't even leave a scratch on the breastplate that was modified from tank armor.
The moment the alarm sounded throughout the trench, Calvin's hands trembled as he drew out his bayonet.
Behind him came the commissar's roar, and the sparks from the collision between the chainsword and the orc's chainsaw ignited the bandage boxes piled in the corner.
A soldier whose stomach had been ripped open suddenly hugged the greenskin's ankle, and his intestines dragged a ten-meter-long bloody trail on the ground, just to allow his comrade's bayonet to move forward half an inch more.