Chapter 107

The heretical madmen, having regrouped, braced themselves against the fire of the entire defensive line and, under the bombardment of heavy artillery, adopted a "my life is worthless" stance, surging into the second defensive line like a flood!

At the cost of no regard for price or casualties, the heretic army successfully broke through the first defensive line established by the Defense Force at the entrance from the lower hive to the middle hive!

And this meant... the heretics could now completely flood into the middle hive!

The B-17 forward position was located on the edge of the middle hive; the surrounding ruins, battered by heavy artillery, became natural bunkers, and combined with the urban street fighting... this already brutal war completely entered the stage of a tug-of-war!

Street fighting is the most cruel scene in war!

Alvin commanded three squads, using alternating fire to barely hold back the swarming heretical madmen at the entrance of this street.

The only good news was that the heretics had no organization whatsoever.

They relied purely on their numbers; for every step they advanced, a large number of corpses would lie down. However, facing the heretics' suicidal charges, even a few laser guns were almost smoking, yet they still couldn't curb their forward momentum.

"To hell with their human-wave tactics!"

Looking at the endless army of heretics, Alvin, in a trance, even thought his enemies weren't some Khorne-worshipping madmen, but the damn Tyranids!

Seeing that their firepower was insufficient and they were about to be completely overwhelmed by the heretics, Alvin even began to consider whether he should use his psychic powers to give these damn bastards a big one.

Woo—!

Above their heads, a sharp whistle suddenly came!

The shells of the heavy defensive artillery, dragging a piercing whistle, descended from the sky like the Emperor's wrath!

"Take cover! Take cover!" Alvin's face changed drastically, and he roared at the top of his lungs on the noisy battlefield, then dived behind a bunker.

A large amount of dust kicked up by the explosion of the shells seemed to give him a bath, and he was almost buried in the dirt.

Although he was almost killed by his own side's artillery, Alvin still couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahahaha... come on, you damn heretics, how does this shell taste?"

Because the heretical madmen were charging in groups, the crowd was densely packed. Previously, during the struggle for the passage entrance, there was at least the cover of the passage and numerous secret paths, which meant the power of the heavy artillery couldn't be fully displayed.

But now... they were all gathered in a pile!

One heavy shell landed, directly blowing up a large cloud of blood mist!

A rough estimate was that the heavy shell just now caused at least hundreds of effective casualties, directly clearing a large area of the dense street!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dense shells fell like raindrops, hitting the original residential area, but fortunately, the commander wasn't an idiot, and they all hit in front of the defensive line.

But unfortunately... this time, the enemies they faced were heretical madmen influenced by chaos witchcraft, completely fallen into the desire for slaughter, and dominated; they wouldn't care about casualties at all!

Trickling blood almost converged into a stream on the ruins-filled street, soaking into the ground, and the air of the entire battlefield was mixed with a sticky, nauseating, pungent smell of blood!

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

"Kill that salted meat who plays with witchcraft!!!"

"The Blood God is the true god!"

Those madmen roared, completely unafraid of artillery fire, and during the gap of reloading, they all seemed to be injected with chicken blood, howling and rushing forward, trying to rely on their numerical advantage to directly break through this defensive line!

It was as if they were relying on their numerical advantage to forcibly break through this eastern defensive line!

"Squads 1 and 2, fire in turns!"

Alvin shouted the order at the top of his lungs!

The people in the residential buildings on both sides gritted their teeth and popped their heads out, pouring firepower crazily at the heretics below.

Every laser was bound to take away a heretic!

Their angry roars merged into the entire battlefield, accompanied by the sound of guns and artillery, appealing to the Emperor's wrath!

"No, can't suppress them anymore!"

Alvin checked the ammunition; the laser gun's magazine was already empty, and the cluster grenades had been thrown away. If this continued... it would be time for hand-to-hand combat!

But, unless he had a bubble in his head, he didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat with heretical madmen blessed by Khorne!

But soon, the second piece of bad news came!

According to the intelligence detected by the biological armor, the two sides of this defensive line were about to be broken through by the heretical madmen!

If they didn't retreat, then once the flanks were broken, they would be completely surrounded. At that time, with just these few people, it would be difficult to even trade one-for-one with the heretical madmen!

"We need to relocate!"

Alvin expressed his view to the supervising officer: "The defensive lines on both flanks are about to be broken; we must relocate!"

"Relocate?"

The supervising officer was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. He pulled out his pistol in a rage and pointed it at Alvin: "In the name of the Emperor, you are not allowed to retreat a single step! Otherwise... I'll blow your head off!"

Although Alvin's performance made him very satisfied, and even a little shocked, it didn't prevent him from blowing the head off this "traitor" who attempted to retreat from the defensive line!

"This is a tactical retreat!"

Alvin forcibly argued: "The enemy has broken through the positions on the left and right flanks. It won't be long before we are directly surrounded. If we make a strategic retreat of two hundred meters now, we can completely rebuild the defensive position and continue to block the enemy!"

The supervising officer was silent for a few more seconds, then gritted his teeth and said decisively: "No, this is a shameful escape!"

"It's a tactical retreat! Sir."

Alvin corrected his wording: "Only by preserving our effective strength as much as possible can we better serve His Majesty the Emperor and kill more heretics, instead of staying here and dying for a position that cannot be held at all!"

"No, that's wrong!"

However, this supervising officer was completely stubborn and insisted: "This is undoubtedly a desertion. In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, you must hold the position until the last drop of blood is shed, fighting to the last moment!"

To hell with fighting to the last moment!

Alvin's profanity almost slipped out.

He was so angry he wanted to crush his head to see if it was filled with dung?

Save the people and lose the land, both the people and the land are saved!

Save the land and lose the people, both the people and the land are lost!

Don't you even understand such a simple truth?!

Just as the situation was tense and Alvin was considering whether to blow this bastard's head off, a signalman suddenly broke into the position.

Looking at the two people confronting each other in the room, the signalman hesitated for a few seconds and asked: "Officer Gray asked me to ask you, who was commanding the battle here just now?"

Alvin hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "It was me."

The signalman was a bit suspicious, until the supervising officer snorted coldly and nodded in confirmation: "It was him commanding the battle."

"Very good, you... what was your name again?"

The signalman suddenly thought to ask for the other's name.

"Alvin Valerius."

"Ahem, Alvin Valerius, according to the order of Officer Gray of the Planetary Defense Force, you have been promoted to company commander, and the four squads around you are all under your command."

The signalman read out the order in one breath.

The supervising officer next to him was dumbfounded; how did he become a company commander in the blink of an eye?!

"Now, my rank is higher than yours!"

Alvin finally vented his anger. Ignoring the livid supervising officer, he shouted directly: "Notify everyone, including those four squads, to retreat two hundred meters and rebuild the defensive position!"

Bad news, he was promoted to the temporary company commander of the 177th Regiment.

Good news... the hive civilians who survived that brutal street fighting had basically passed the most difficult hurdle and transformed into barely qualified soldiers.

The supervising officer, trembling with anger, roared: "I will report this! Report it to Officer Gray! You damn coward!"

However, Alvin glanced at him lightly and spat out two words: "Whatever."

Last two days~ asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions, considering how pitiful I am~ I plan to book a hemorrhoid surgery in a few days.