Chapter 356 05.0355: "Falling"

"What's going on!" The knight's white horse was frightened by the blast and loud noise. It suddenly jumped up, raised its front hooves, and almost threw him off its back.

"Sir, there was an explosion on a small snow-covered slope ahead."

"Explosion?" The knight raised his eyebrows and frowned: "Was it the rebels' artillery fire? Or was it an unexploded bomb from before?"

The rebels were able to find the marching location of their brigade headquarters? That's outrageous!

"It doesn't seem to be."

"I want to see what's going on!" After calming the white horse, the knight controlled the pace of the horse's hooves and rushed forward angrily.

After arriving at the scene, everyone saw that an unknown explosion had overturned a troop truck full of line soldiers, injuring more than a dozen people.

Fortunately, the car just rolled over and did not fall over, otherwise it would have been an accident with more than just casualties.

A large charred hole was blown out on the small slope of the mountain, and part of the snow covering the edge of the hole also collapsed.

"What was that thing that fell?" Several line soldiers who were maintaining order on the road approached the gap curiously and looked inside.

"Ugh! It stinks, even more disgusting than the slop left over by the kitchen staff. Why is it so smelly in here?"

As they approached, they couldn't help but frown and pinch their noses.

This foul odor was blown to the surrounding area within several miles along with the slightly warm spring breeze. The people who came on horseback could also smell it and they all covered their noses with their hands, looking embarrassed.

Just as a soldier, pinching his nose, wanted to get closer to the cave entrance to see what was inside that smelled so bad.

"Waaaaaaaghh!"

A shout suddenly rang out, rude and fanatical, mixed with the unique smell of some organic biological metabolism.

A wide, twisted machete suddenly appeared from the darkness and slashed the unsuspecting soldier's neck.

The skin and flesh were torn apart, the throat and cervical vertebrae were torn apart in an instant, and the bloody head flew out in front of the astonished crowd with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"It's an alien!!!"

"Waaaaaaghh!!!!"

A large number of green-skinned orcs poured out of the gap like a tide, holding a variety of crudely made weapons in their hands.

"Hahahaha, little red shrimp, try my big Kada! Waaaaaaaghh!!"

"Stinky shrimp, here I come!"

"Boss! Charge! Charge!"

The greenskins and the fart spirits following behind them swept and chopped anyone they saw.

The rattling sound of the crudely made large-caliber machine guns was like frying beans, instantly throwing the marching brigade headquarters into chaos.

The sudden and fierce attack left the British soldiers in non-frontline areas in a state of confusion. Many of them did not know what was happening and instinctively sought cover on the spot and ran towards safety.

"Gather at my location! Hold the line! Hold the line! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Sir Wellesley shouted.

Suddenly, a stray bullet from the green-skinned orc's cannon hit his white horse, causing a thick flower of blood to burst out. The horse neighed, raised its hooves and kicked up, throwing the officer in high-grade red velvet military uniform on its back into the mud on the road.

"The Brigadier General has been shot! Medic! Medic!"

"God above, guards! Guards, come here quickly!"

"Louise, Farida, beware of the enemy attacks! Get behind me."

Horatio was shocked when he saw the sudden chaos ahead. He gave instructions to the two beauties beside him, then rode his horse to block the front.

Seeing that the sudden attack made it difficult for the scattered security and patrol teams to form an effective resistance front, the wave of greenskins had already approached the brigade headquarters, and it was definitely impossible to stop them with only half a platoon of the escort team and three tanks at a distance. Looking at the greenskin orcs with ferocious and ferocious expressions and red eyes, the ladies in high-end dresses began to scream in fear. The sharp screams were both harsh and noisy, causing confusion.

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"Guards, get the ladies aboard the mobile combat command post and send them to safety in the rear!"

Sir Wellesley was injured and absent. In desperation, Horatio gave urgent orders to the guards beside him, and then raised his right hand high.

Activation: War Horn (Basic)

"Automatic passive effect: All units in the command sequence within 88 meters of the prosthetic holder gain +8 morale, +8 stamina, +8 melee attack."

"Active activation effect: Consume 2 energy points, enemies within 88 meters are more inclined to engage in close combat with you rather than shooting; the morale of units in the command sequence will be restored within 30 minutes, temporarily removing negative psychological emotions."

"Hmm? I'm thinking, I really want to... I really want to Waaaaaaghh!!! Big chop, chop! I want big chop, chop! Not big bang!"

The gun-wielding greenskins who rushed out of the cave suddenly felt that the rifles in their hands were no longer effective, and instead they had the urge to cut people with large pieces of iron.

"That blue shrimp, I want to mash that blue shrimp into a paste! Waaaaaaaghh!!!!"

A large number of greenskins and fart monsters in the group threw down their rifles, picked up machetes, and rushed towards Horatio waving their implanted claws and various cold weapons.

He saw himself as a beacon in the darkness and became the focus of the greenskins' attack.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down Horatio's temple. This skill was activated by Iron Hand after he defeated the Blood Army of Khorne in the counter-attack. This was also the first time he used the War Horn skill on the battlefield.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!" Horatio, riding on his black horse, drew his sword, waving the sword that sparkled in the sunlight, and shouted to the surrounding Astra Militarum soldiers.

The soldiers of the second-line reserve battalion, who had been retreating in panic due to the sudden attack, suddenly felt that their panic had disappeared. Instead, they were filled with a strong desire to fight, and they were eager to have a life-and-death battle with the attacking aliens.

The soldiers recovered and gradually restored their discipline. They stood at attention and formed a formation. At Horatio's shout, they gathered around him.

Based on the muscle memory from daily training, they formed two rows of human walls.

When there is no suitable cover around, the enemy's shooting lacks accuracy, and they are rushing over for close combat.

The ancient and traditional line tactics have always been the best shot in the arm to maintain the discipline and courage of these line soldiers.

The red soldiers gathered in front of Horatio to guard him, and the dense formation was shoulder to shoulder. Everyone stared at the tall green-skinned orc who was approaching them.

"First row! Kneel down! Second row! Guns raised!"

At Horatio's command, the young soldiers subconsciously followed his orders and either knelt or raised their guns.

The brigade staff officers and advisers around Horatio also drew their weapons. In this dark and cold galaxy, a qualified senior imperial officer could be foolish or incompetent, but he must have the courage to fight the enemy head-on and good martial arts.

The psychic mentor holding a double-headed eagle force field staff and the group of psychics raised their hands far away from Farida, mobilizing the mysterious etheric power behind the curtain, preparing to cast psychic spells.

"Quick! Pull the Jazz back!"

Amid the shrill screams and uneasy sighs of the ladies, a team of guards rushed to the fallen knight.

The knight had sprained his arm when he fell off his horse. His guards wanted to drag the muddy and miserable Astra Militarum brigadier general back to the rear of the battle line before the orcs rushed over.

Horatio looked at the greenskins who suddenly appeared, only 50 meters away from him.

[Hurry up! Hurry up!] He raised his saber and looked at the guards who were dragging Sir Wellesley back, muttering to himself with a heavy heart.

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