bdsm-fiction Chapter 1041 Fire at me
Chapter 1041 Fire at me
Calvin woke up from the explosion. The field hospital had collapsed and his comrades who had been chatting and laughing with him were buried under the building in an instant.
There was no time to grieve. Calvin wanted to find Irene, but there was nothing around except corpses and collapsed buildings.
"Those bastards are coming! Everyone who can move, gather your weapons!"
Calvin still wanted to look for Irene, but the political commissar had already pulled him away. Just when the Emperor-class Titan and the Rebel Titan were fighting, the Zerg and the Orcs launched another attack, and a part of the hive city was lost.
While the orcs and the zerg were fighting each other, they were also slaughtering the Empire's soldiers.
Countless orcs poured into the streets of the hive city, and the Astra Militarum and Planetary Defense Force soldiers were forced to engage in street fighting with these orcs.
"Everyone who can move, gather! The green bastards have rushed into the commercial district!"
The commissar's roar came from the corner of the street. Calvin instinctively grabbed the blood-stained laser gun, but found that the barrel was bent into a question mark shape.
"grass!"
Five soldiers with charred bodies stumbled over, and the youngest one fell to the ground with his intestines dragging behind him after only a few steps.
"Calvin! Take people to base number 9!"
After receiving the order from the political commissar, Calvin and his men rushed into the defense point converted from the church, and happened to see orc technicians transforming the statue of the Emperor.
The greenskins replaced the elephant's arms with chainsaws and transformed its head into a speaker, which was playing manic metal music.
Looking at the blasphemous scene in front of him, Calvin picked up a broken bench and smashed the head of an orc technician.
"For the Emperor!"
Calvin is now holding a broken bench. Although he is still wearing a hospital gown, it does not affect his fighting at all.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen orcs fell to the ground.
And outside the church, the Boulevard Saint-Roch became a maze of death.
The wreckage of Leman Russ battle tanks and Ork garbage trucks formed barricades, and burning promethium fuel flowed in rivers of fire in the gutters.
Astra Militarum soldiers used benches to create firing positions and converted confessionals into sniper nests.
"Repent! Aliens!" a soldier shouted madly.
At this moment, Calvin discovered the enemy, and his instinct, which was almost honed on the battlefield, made him shout.
"Second floor! Green flamethrower!"
As soon as Calvin shouted, the entire stained glass window was engulfed in green flames.
Three Planetary Defense Force recruits transformed into human torches and fell out of the window, setting fire to the Ork-made tanker truck below.
The shock wave of the explosion overturned the temporary command post, the tactical map burned to ashes in the air, and the wig of some unlucky staff officer was hung on the neon sign on the street corner.
Under the arcades of the Spice Market, the Orc Warboss Grumak "Blast" uses the remains of an Imperial Knight as a war hammer.
Behind it followed a Chimaera armored vehicle that had been converted into a mobile barbecue grill, with Astra Militarum prisoners strung inside. Those who were still alive were still screaming, while the dead had been sprinkled with fungal seasoning and fed to the fart spirits.
At the commanding heights of the hive city, the double-headed eagle gun barrels of the San Angelo Empire artillery positions were already burning red.
Artillery Captain Renato Cortes stood on the observation platform, the wheat ear emblem of his hometown, Agriculture Star, inlaid on the left shoulder of his power armor, while the skull emblem on the right shoulder was corroded by the Zerg acid, leaving only half of it.
"Direction 37-42, three bursts of high-explosive bombs!"
Cortez roared into the communicator, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the laser rangefinder.
Two kilometers away on the street, the purple tide of the Tyranid swarm was devouring the last line of defense.
Observer Clement's trembling fingers slid across the tactical board, and beads of sweat continued to drip onto the enemy's identification map.
The first round of artillery fire exploded flowers of flesh and blood in the insect swarm, and hundreds of blade insects were lifted high into the sky by the air waves.
But the gap was fleeting, as more Tyranids continued to charge, stepping on the corpses of their companions. The sound of their shells rubbing against each other even drowned out the roar of the artillery fire.
"Switch to incendiary bombs! Expand the burning range to area B7!"
When the first incendiary bomb exploded, Clement was reminded of the fireworks back home.
Those Tyranids burning in the air fell like falling petals, with sad blue-purple flames.
"Fuck, may the Emperor bless me and let me return alive."
As a soldier shouted a prayer, more insects swarmed in.
"Squad Two, fill in the gap! Use promethium flames to seal the gap on the east side!"
The captain's roar was shattered by the explosion. Four soldiers dragged flamethrowers and rushed to the gap in the wall, their protective boots emitting smoke on the acid ground.
The youngest private, Noon, fell five meters away from the gap. His right leg disappeared below the knee, but he still crawled and ignited the fuel tank.
"Sir! The ammunition depot in Area C has been infiltrated by acid!"
The quartermaster, his face covered in blood, stumbled over, his left arm missing.
Cortes looked in the direction of the cathedral crypt, where three hundred tons of high-explosive ammunition were stored.
At this moment, a sharp electric sound suddenly came from the communicator, followed by Irene's voice: "This is Medical Team 7! We need artillery fire to cover the evacuation route!" The background was mixed with the screams of the wounded and the friction sound of shells.
Cortes looked at the coordinates of the medical team flashing on the tactical board, only four hundred meters away from the ammunition depot.
He took off his cracked goggles, revealing a face covered in burns. “Clement, get me through to headquarters.”
When the communications soldier handed over the encrypted communicator, the hissing of the swarm was already close at hand.
Cortes could smell the stench of decay emanating from their mouthparts and see the sparks created by the blade insects' bony blades scraping against the walls.
"This is the San Angelo artillery position." His voice suddenly became terribly calm. "Requesting a saturation artillery strike, the coordinates are locked to..."
"Sir?!" Clement looked up in horror and found that the captain had reported the coordinates of their current location.
Clement finally understood the captain's intention. The 19-year-old observer finished the final data check in tears.
"What are you doing? The position you requested to hit is our own artillery position! Do you understand?"
"We are the ones calling! Fire now!"
"The damn insect swarm is coming in! Fire quickly!" Clement shouted.
"I understand. I understand everything."
"Goodbye, brother."
At the moment when the artillery fire accurately hit the ammunition depot, the surface of the entire hive city undulated like waves.
The chain reaction caused by three hundred tons of high-explosive ammunition and Tyranic acid completely evaporated the Zerg within a two-kilometer radius.
The shock wave threw the wreckage of St. Angelo Cathedral into the air three thousand meters high, and twelve heavy artillery pieces disintegrated into a metal meteor shower in the air.
In the underground passage, Irene was knocked over by the gust of air and fell into a pool of blood. The medical kit in her arms popped open, and the dried lavender flowers that Calvin had given her fell on the face of the wounded.
Three kilometers away, in the ruins of the street, Calvin looked at the mushroom cloud rising into the sky and silently made a Sky Eagle salute.