The scorching laser passed over the backs of Mar 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 Mar finished instructing Tom, he put his hands on the ground and put himself on the ground with all his strength.
He felt his body aching for a while. He had fallen too hard just now and the ground was not flat. There were many branches and stones.
Lasgun aimed at the squirming corpses of his comrades, and Mar pulled the trigger, smashing their heads and chests.
Mar doesn't know if this is useful, but that's all he can do.
A few minutes later, charred bodies were scattered on the ground, trees were burning, and thick black smoke rolled upwards.
Sentinel's footsteps came again, "You can continue to move forward, but leave your guns where you are."
"This is..."
"Leave the gun where it is! Or die!"
Mar and Tom dropped Lasgun neatly and 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 knife.
He controlled Mar and Tom, opened his eyelids with his hands, and checked the condition of his eyes by the light.
"What happened?" Mar asked naturally 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 Lasgun 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 a movement that could only be made by Orks.
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 their position.
Some exploded, some didn't.
The dirt and debris that was lifted fell on the soldiers, and Sentinel fired at the dense forest.
Ork Boyz were hit by several bullets, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the wounds on their bodies. They were aroused by the pain and roared at Sentinel, and then the bullets struck, entering from his fanged mouth and exploding from the back of his head.
The banging gunshots and the roar of Orks completely surrounded the small position built by the reconnaissance squad. More rockets came, and one just hit the Sentinel that opened fire.
The explosion smashed through the side armor of the Sentinel cockpit. After a burst of black smoke, the bipedal mecha fell towards the ground.
Orkss roared excitedly for this victory, pulled out axes and machetes from their waists and rushed toward the soldiers.
The other Sentinel 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 Orks's rough and tough body.
Sentinel temporarily delayed Orks's attack, buying them more time to shoot.
The reconnaissance squad that lacked heavy weapons could only rely on Lasgun's volleys to kill Orks again and again, and throw Frag Grenade to shake Orks's pace.
Under the watch of Mar, a strong Orks successfully chopped off one of Sentinel's legs with the heavy ax in his hand.
Orkss swarmed up and cut 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 Orks and humans subconsciously looked up.
A Orks warship tore open the atmosphere. Judging from the huge flames rising above and the constant dismemberment, this warship suffered a very serious blow.
Now the battleship will crash into this forest. Mar roars and looks for cover, dragging Tom into a pit created by a rocket bomb.
He put his arms under his chest to prevent him from being directly shocked to death by the impact.
Immediately, the ground trembled violently, and the shock wave of the ship's crash hit, whipping everything around it.
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 intensive.
Broken trees, corpses, and soil were pushed by the shock wave into huge waves and rolled over inch by inch, suppressing this small battlefield.
Mar is grateful for his status as a noncommissioned officer, which allows him to do some biochemical transformation from the logistics department.
He knew he was buried alive, and slowly twisted his body, feeling the tightness of the oppression around him.
I didn't feel too obvious a sense of obstruction. Mar thanked the Emperor for its blessing and struggled to crawl out of the mud.
The lush forest turned dying pale, and ashes floated 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 stuck in the soil dug out of the ground, leaving pits of loose soil.
Mar was stunned for a while, and then he remembered Tom beside him. After digging in the soil for a while, he finally saw Tom's loose military uniform.
Tom had no injuries on his body, but there was no heartbeat at all, and his mouth and nose were clean. It didn't look like he died of suffocation.
After a while, Mar 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.
Mar thought sadly, the environment around him was getting worse and worse, and the smoke in the sky began to sink downwards.
The forest is now full of smoke, and Mar can only clearly see the surrounding area of more than ten meters.
He suddenly wanted to shoot himself to end the pain, but then he remembered that Golden Throne does not want cowards.
Enduring the physical fatigue and pain, Mar continued to walk forward, trying to find his comrades in this forest.
After walking for about half an hour, Mar once again heard the brutal sound of Orks roaring.
A strong Orks 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 pieces of corpses lying next to him. If you looked carefully, they were probably three Aeldari who were chopped alive by Orks's heavy axe.
Now Orks is chasing the last Aeldari.
How could there be Aeldari in this place? Mar thought in confusion. He had read the Xenos identification manual issued by Departmento Munitorum, so he could analyze the situation in front of him from the blood-soaked blue-white armor.