Chapter 23 Mental Torture

"Hold the line! They're coming!" The commissar's loud voice resounded across the broad front where each regiment was stationed. The turbulent current mixed with the devil's breath rushed towards everyone, stimulating the nerves of every soldier.

A twisted demon in human skin was the first to appear under the light of the gate. The twisted tentacles dancing wildly gave it an unimaginable high speed.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow!" More and more demons emerged from the shadows with a scream like a mixture of phlegm.

The first to react were the wolf spider turrets arranged in the deck interlayer. They were programmed with a simple aiming program and didn't care about any shock and distortion. They would only lock their aiming lasers on each demon and vent their anger.

Wolf spider turret

The heavy laser and heavy bomb firepower network composed of hundreds of wolf spider turrets intercepted the tide of demons and turned them into a group of strange colored balls that disappeared. The Astra Militarum and the navy sailors who were suddenly awakened by the gunfire reacted one by one, raised their weapons and fired in coordination.

The hot light of the laser gun and the rain of bullets from the automatic weapons outlined a gorgeous picture in this wide gate. The tanks behind the soldiers also adjusted the muzzles of the guns and the muzzles of the machine guns on both sides, looking for any difficult demons and smashing them into pieces and clouds.

The situation looked very good for the Astra Militarum. Those demons looked powerful and had an astonishing number, but few of them could break out of this deadly firepower network.

But at this moment, hundreds of green or purple vomit and energy balls suddenly spurted out from the dark shadows and hit the Astra Militarum positions fiercely.

The wailing sounds corroded by the vomit and the scene of being twisted into flesh and blood monsters by energy balls severely hit the morale and fighting determination of those around them.

"Damn it! Damn it! Aim at them! Fire flares to illuminate the damn darkness!"

"Tariq, Tariq, save me! My intestines! My intestines have been eaten by bugs!"

"God Emperor! Kalk has turned into a big meatball!"

Chaos appeared! Shake-up appeared! The originally dense firepower network had several gaps under the demons' bombardment, and those loyal turrets were also exploded one by one by the demons' concentrated fire. The demons' grim laughter and the dying roars of the Star Army became the most bloody and cruel contrast.

But this battle will not end so easily. Behind them, a steady stream of reserve troops are filling the front line. Medical soldiers shuttle between explosions and corpses to search for any lucky ones who may be treated, and try to send them to the field medical room behind.

Those agile and fast small demons are becoming fewer and fewer on the entire battlefield. With the help of flares, the tanks' artillery fire severely punished those demons shooting from a distance. As the last dodging demon was shot through the head by a precise laser, the struggling body suddenly turned into bursts of colorful light and disappeared.

The entire noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet, with only the groans of the wounded, the cries of the mentally collapsed, and the occasional sound of the execution of deserters. But everyone did not relax their tense nerves because of this temporary silence. They could naturally feel that the more terrifying and huge malice in the distance was approaching their defense line with slow and heavy steps, and a more difficult battle was coming.

Captain Biyo looked at the line where he was stationed, which was full of dead bodies and the dirty and smelly vomit of the demons. God knows how these green and terrible things were mixed with pools of tiny and bloodthirsty maggots. He witnessed with his own eyes that a poor guy was hit directly by vomit. His skin almost instantly developed swollen yellow and green pustules, and his flesh and blood were greedily devoured by maggots. He wailed painfully with his throat like a broken bag, until the flamethrower who had freed his hands gave him a merciful pain. The fierce flames instantly devoured his twisting and twitching body, burning the maggots and vomit into charred carbon blocks like him.

Damn it.

This was the only thing Captain Bjoer could think of. Any description and metaphor were so pale and powerless in such a crazy scene. Only this simple swear word that had accompanied humans for several epochs could best express the horror in Bjoer's heart.

After raising his hand and shooting a mutant soldier who was about to get up, Captain Bjoer leaned against the deck of the steel barrier, holding his laser gun tightly in his hand and crying. He wiped away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes with his trembling hands, and felt that his vision was getting more and more blurred.

"You coward!"

After scolding his own incompetence and cowardice, Bjoer realized how trembling and hoarse his voice was. Hearing the thumping sound of boots on the deck, Biyo poked his head out to look at the gate where they were stationed. A whole new company was running quickly to fill the front line. Although Biyo saw that these guys didn't look good, their movements when running were a little unnatural.

They were also scared.

Biyo comforted himself, it seems that this kind of fear is normal, isn't it? Everyone is afraid. If it weren't for the fact that there was really no way to run on this ship, he had every reason to believe that a large number of soldiers would run back as soon as they saw those things. After all, in their training, they never mentioned dealing with such things beyond reason.

A beautiful flip over the obstacle, a figure jumped neatly into the trench of Captain Biyo.

"Hello, Captain. How many survivors are there in your position, and how many heavy weapons are there?" The man who jumped in took a look at the rank on Biyou's shoulder and quickly asked him about the situation.

"Do I need to ask this?" Biyou snorted at the guy who just came in, "There are no living people in the entire front line, everyone is dead. The heavy weapons have also been twisted and disgusting by those damn things. If you are not afraid of death, go and use them." After saying that, he glanced at a heavy explosive machine gun that had grown teeth and eyes.

Lin Fan looked at the self-destructive captain in front of him, and it was difficult to say anything to mock him. After all, he is still holding on to the position, which is already very good. You can't ask a person like him to do more.

Lin Fan's 37th Regiment was originally relaxing in the consumer living area on the middle deck after the training, but encountered the highest level of alarm in the entire ship. According to the boat people who have lived on the ship for a lifetime, they have never heard such a rapid alarm. Lin Fan just felt bad. It was very likely that the subspace demons had sneaked onto the ship, and the scale was not small. Then they received an order from the Kasarei Legion Command, which proved that Lin Fan's intuition was correct.

"A subspace rift opened at the D1347 channel of the hull. Each regiment quickly went to the C0, C10, C20, C40, and C50 gates to garrison. While ensuring that the position was not lost, they advanced to the D1347 channel and blocked the subspace rift at all costs."

Lin Fan and the third company quickly gathered together, and did not dare to delay for a moment to go to the C0 gate, and ran to the nearest position to them, but heard the bad news that all the original garrison soldiers were killed.

"Sir, I don't want to disturb you, but those things are here again."

Old Jock's loud voice sounded in Lin Fan's ears again. He threw a grenade at the mutated grenade guns and blew them into scrapped iron twists, and then built his own heavy grenade machine gun on the sandbags.

Lin Fan pulled up Captain Biyo, who was sitting against the wall, and looked into the distance with his telescope.