Chapter 705 Beware of the Impact

The scorching laser passed over the backs of Mal and Tom, and the smell of burning leaves and flesh mixed together, choking.

"Boy, don't look up, turn over slowly, and aim the gun at those things."

After Mal instructed Tom, he supported himself on the ground with his hands, and with a force, he lay on his back.

He felt a burst of pain in his body. He fell a little too hard just now and the ground was not flat, with many branches and stones.

The laser gun aimed at the squirming bodies of his comrades, and Mal pulled the trigger, smashing their heads and chests.

Mal didn't know if this would work, but it was all he could do.

A few minutes later, charred bodies were scattered all over the ground, trees were burning, and thick black smoke rolled up.

The footsteps of the sentinel mecha came again, "You can continue to move forward, but leave the guns where they are."

"This is..."

"Leave the guns where they are! Otherwise, die!"

Mal and Tom threw down the laser guns neatly, holding their heads in their hands and ran around the bunker.

A strong medic caught them, with a flashlight simply tied to his helmet and a sharp blade in his hand.

He controlled Mal and Tom, opened their eyelids with his hands, and checked their eyes with the help of the light.

"What happened?" Mal asked as a matter of course after the examination.

"There are bugs that can control people. They can control the living and the dead. You two are no longer a problem. Now take this laser gun and kill us out."

"What about the mission? We still have to support the town. The armored forces there won't last long."

"Hehe! Your tanks are already gone! Little shrimps!"

The rude laughter floated in the smoke and fire. Anyone with a little combat experience could recognize that this was the movement of orcs.

Several rockets made of scrap metal attacked from another direction. The crooked trajectory made them hit the ground before they approached the position.

Some exploded, and some did not.

The soil and debris that were lifted fell on the soldiers, and the sentinel mecha fired at the dense forest.

The orc boys were hit by several bullets, and the wounds on their bodies spit out a lot of blood. They were furious because of the pain and roared at the sentinel mech. Then the bullets came, shot into his fanged mouth, and burst out from the back of his head.

The bang of gunfire and the roar of the orcs completely surrounded the small position built by the reconnaissance squad. More rockets came, and one hit the sentinel mech that was firing.

The explosion smashed through the side armor of the sentinel mech's cockpit. After a burst of black smoke, the bipedal mech fell to the ground.

The orcs roared excitedly for this victory, pulled out the axes and machetes at their waists and rushed towards the soldiers.

Another sentinel mech seemed to have no bullets, and the driver's angry roar came from his horn.

The two feet moved quickly, and the circular saw easily cut through the rough and tough body of the orc.

The sentinel mech temporarily delayed the pace of the orcs' attack, buying them more time to shoot.

The reconnaissance squad, lacking heavy weapons, could only rely on laser guns to kill the orcs again and again, and threw fragmentation grenades to shake the orcs' steps.

Under Mal's gaze, a strong orc successfully chopped off a leg of the Sentinel mecha with his heavy axe.

The orcs rushed forward and cut a terrible hole in the cockpit in a few seconds. Their big hands reached into 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 subconsciously looked up.

An orc warship tore through the atmosphere. Judging from the huge flames rising from it and the continuous dismemberment, the warship suffered a serious blow.

Now the warship will fall in this forest. Mal roared and looked for cover, dragging Tom into a pit blown by a rocket.

He supported his arms under his chest to prevent being directly killed by the impact.

Then the earth shook violently, and the shock wave of the ship crash hit, whipping everything around.

The sky suddenly turned red, the sound of the explosion became louder and louder, and the shaking of the ground became more and more intense.

The broken trees, corpses, and soil were pushed into huge waves by the shock wave, rolling over inch by inch, pressing down this small battlefield.

Mal was grateful for his status as a non-commissioned officer, which allowed him to do some biochemical transformation from the logistics department.

He knew that he was buried alive, and slowly twisted his body, feeling the tightness of the surrounding oppression.

Not feeling too obvious resistance, Mal thanked the Emperor for his blessing and struggled to climb out of the soil.

The lush forest became dying and pale, and ashes were floating everywhere in the air.

The sky was shrouded in huge clouds of smoke, and the sun penetrated the smoke as much as possible, sprinkling down a hazy red light like the sunset.

The trees fell crookedly on the ground, and the roots in the soil turned out of the ground, leaving a loose soil pit.

Mal was stunned for a moment, then he remembered Tom beside him. After digging in the soil for a long time, he finally saw Tom's loose military uniform.

Tom had no injuries, but there was no heartbeat at all, and his mouth and nose were clean, so he didn't seem to have suffocated to death.

After a while, Mal realized that Tom's posture when lying on the ground was not standard. The frightened child did not use his arms to support his chest, but was pressed against the ground.

It must be the shock wave that entered his body along the ground, 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.

Now the forest was full of smoke, and Mal could only clearly see the situation around him within a dozen meters.

He suddenly wanted to shoot himself to end the pain, but then he remembered that the Golden Throne would not accept cowards.

Enduring the fatigue and pain in his body, Mal continued to move forward, trying to find his comrades in the forest.

After walking for about half an hour, Mal heard the savage roar of the orcs again.

A strong orc wearing thick armor, the armor was bolted to his shoulders and chest, and the helmet only exposed his chin and eyes.

He held a huge and heavy red two-handed axe, and the metal saw teeth on it were also fixed with wire and other things.

There were several corpses lying beside him. A careful identification showed that there were probably three Eldars who were chopped alive by the heavy axes of the orcs.

Now the orcs are chasing the last Eldar.

How could there be an Eldar in this place? Mal wondered, he had read the alien identification manual issued by the Military Affairs Department, so he could analyze the situation in front of him from the blood-soaked blue-white armor.