The Longest Day (4)

"A good age! Let it come!"

The boy who had been shouting earlier began laughing again, his voice booming and rough, utterly unconcerned with the bullets flying at them from the smoke.

Then he pointed at that gray expanse.

Boom~!

A dull, echoing crack announced the collapse of the bunker ahead.

The five-meter-tall gray concrete structure came down with a slow, irresistible grace.

Like a sword cutting into the thick smoke, it continued to crumble and break apart with every foot it fell.

When its final impact shook the entire battlefield like an earthquake, the heavy smoke was blown away, revealing the true enemy.

Pale-faced, helmeted, and drenched in sweat beneath black uniforms.

The soldiers looked resolute yet terrified, lined up in the trenches and carefully taking aim.

The Ork force was advancing as well, like a flood overflowing a riverbank.

"Waaaaagh!!"

The Boss tossed aside his shoota, drew the battle-axe from his waist, ignored the barrage of bullets rushing toward him, leaped over the breach in the defenses, vaulted piles of rubble and the wounded pinned beneath them, and pounced on those opponents still able to fight.

"Chop!"

With a roar, he hacked off a rifleman's head.

"I chop!"

Then, with a backhand swing, he severed another one.

The Orks' charge was disordered, yet unstoppable. In an instant, they slaughtered a great number of defenders.

The New California Republic's first defensive line held for only half an hour before collapsing.

Oooooooh~~~~~!

The horns were sounding. Victory was near, but the bloodshed was far from over.

"Waaah!"

The Boss who had stormed into the trench killed two more with a thrust, skewering them both on his battle-axe. But the weight of the dead dragged down his arm, and he took a sweeping blow to the head.

"Urgh!"

In that instant,