Chapter 705 Beware of Impact
The scorching laser passed over the backs of Mal and Tom, and the smell of burning leaves and flesh was mixed together, which was very choking.
"Boy, don't look up. Turn over slowly and aim your gun at those things."
After Mal finished instructing Tom, he put his hands on the ground and put himself on the ground with a force of his body.
He felt his body aching. He had fallen too hard just now and the ground was not flat. There were many branches and stones.
The laser gun was aimed at the squirming corpses of his comrades, and Mal pulled the trigger, smashing their heads and chests into pieces.
Mal didn't know if this would help, but that was all he could do.
Minutes later, charred bodies were scattered across the ground, trees were burning, and thick black smoke was billowing upwards.
The footsteps of the Sentinel mecha came again, "You can continue moving forward, but leave your guns where you are."
"This is."
"Leave the gun where it is! Or die!"
Mal and Tom dropped their laser guns neatly, ran around the bunker with their heads in their hands.
A strong medic caught them, with a flashlight simply strapped to his helmet and holding a sharp blade.
He controlled Mal and Tom, opened his eyelids with his hands, and checked the condition of his eyes by the light.
"What happened?" Mal asked matter-of-factly after being examined.
"There are bugs that can control people. They can control living people and dead people. You two have no problem anymore. Now take this laser gun and follow us out."
"What about the mission? We still have to support the town, and the armored troops there won't last long."
"Hey! Your tank stuff has been finished a long time ago! You little shrimps!"
The rude ridicule floated in the smoke and fire, and anyone with some combat experience could recognize that this was the sound of orcs.
Several rockets made of scrap metal came from another direction, and their crooked trajectory caused them to hit the ground before they got close to the position.
Some exploded, some didn't.
The soil and debris that was lifted fell on the soldiers, and the sentry mecha fired at the dense forest.
The orc boys were hit by several bullets, and a lot of blood spurted out from the wounds on their bodies. They were aroused by the pain and roared at the Sentinel mecha. Then the bullets came, shooting from his fanged mouth, and then from The back of the head collapsed.
The banging gunfire and the roar of the orcs completely surrounded the small position built by the reconnaissance squad. More rockets came, and one just hit the sentry mecha that fired.
The explosion smashed through the side armor of the Sentinel mecha cockpit. After a burst of black smoke, the bipedal mecha fell towards the ground.
The orcs roared excitedly for this victory, pulled out axes and machetes from their waists and rushed towards the soldiers.
The other Sentinel mecha seemed to be out of bullets, and the driver's angry roar came from its loudspeaker.
The two feet moved very fast, and the circular saw easily cut through the rough and tough body of the orc.
The Sentinel mecha temporarily delayed the orcs' attack, buying them more time to shoot.
The reconnaissance squad, which lacked heavy weapons, could only rely on volleys of laser guns to kill the orcs again and again, and throw frag grenades to shake the orcs' pace.
As Mal watched, a strong orc managed to chop off one of the Sentinel's legs with his heavy axe.
The orcs swarmed forward and slashed a terrible hole in the cockpit. Their big hands reached through the hole, grabbed the driver and pulled him out hard.
There was a buzzing sound in the sky, and this dull and desperate sound overwhelmed everything on the battlefield.
Both orcs and humans looked up subconsciously.
An orc warship tore through the atmosphere. Judging from the huge flames rising above and the constant dismemberment, the warship suffered a pretty serious blow.
Now the battleship would crash in the forest, and Mal roared for cover, dragging Tom into a crater created by a rocket.
He put his arms under his chest to prevent him from being directly shocked to death by the impact.
Then the ground trembled violently, and the shock wave of the crashed ship hit, whipping everything around.
The sky suddenly turned red, the sound of the explosion became louder and louder, and the trembling feeling on the ground became more and more intense.
Broken trees, corpses, and soil were pushed by the shock wave into huge waves and rolled over inch by inch, suppressing this small battlefield.
Mal was grateful that his status as a noncommissioned officer allowed him to do some biochemical modifications from the logistics department.
He knew that he was buried alive, and he slowly twisted his body, feeling the tightness of the oppression around him.
Not feeling too obvious a sense of obstruction, Mal thanked the Emperor for his blessing and struggled to crawl out of the mud.
The lush forest turned a dying pallor, and ash drifted in the air everywhere.
The sky was shrouded in huge smoke clouds, and the sunlight penetrated the smoke as much as possible, casting a hazy red light like the setting sun.
The trees fell crookedly to the ground, and their roots dug into the soil dug out of the ground, leaving pits of loose soil.
Mal was stunned for a while, and then he remembered Tom beside him. After digging in the soil for a while, he saw Tom's loose military uniform.
There were no injuries on Tom's body, but there was no heartbeat at all, and his mouth and nose were clean. It didn't look like he had died of suffocation.
After a while, Mal realized that Tom's movements when lying on the ground were not standard. The frightened child did not use his arms to support his chest, but was pressed against the ground.
The shock wave must have traveled along the ground into his body, shattering all his internal organs.
Mal thought sadly, the environment around him was getting worse and worse, and the smoke in the sky began to sink downwards.
The forest was now filled with smoke, and Mal could only clearly see the surrounding area of a dozen meters.
He suddenly wanted to shoot himself to end the pain, but then he remembered that the Golden Throne was not for cowards.
Enduring the physical fatigue and pain, Mal continued to move forward, trying to find his comrades in the forest.
After walking for about half an hour, Mal once again heard the brutal sound of the orcs roaring.
A strong orc wearing thick armor, the armor was nailed to his shoulders and chest with bolts, and the helmet only exposed his chin and eyes.
He was holding a huge and heavy red two-handed axe, and the metal saw teeth on it were fixed with wires and other things.
There were several corpses lying next to him. If you looked carefully, they were probably three Eldar who had been chopped alive by the heavy axes of the orcs.
Now the orcs are hunting the last of the Eldar.
How could there be an Eldar tribe in this place? Mal thought in confusion. He had read the alien identification manual issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs, so he could analyze the situation in front of him from the blood-soaked blue-white armor.