Chapter 15

The nudge came again, this time more harder than before. He decided to simply throw it to the side not really keen on breaking his focus.

Then again his mind redirected towards the problem earlier, they had managed to get close once more and put down several of them.

Ammunition was low and with the way the waves kept coming, they'll run out of ammo before they all die here.

Which leaves the possibility of them finally bringing the ones they should have truly saved that Ammunition for.

He looked back at the one whom could implement his suggestion, then again he had nothing to lose.

He was going to die here very soon, might as well make sure all of their lives were put to very good use.

So he got up, from his position. From his fixed posture and walked, the sound of his footsteps drawing the attention of several others yet none dared to break focus.

His gun slumped across his shoulder as he held it's sling to keep it in place. Moving down the smooth pathway for some time.

It's edges rough but enough to classify it as straight and smooth, he approached him in silence.

" Sir " he uttered with a deep voice, a salute was given in order as he looked upwards and awaited permission to speak.

" Trooper, state your business. " The officer replied to him as he spared a glance his way.

His uniform was tattered and bloodied, his gloves had tears on them as he held his lasgun, same issued like every other soldier.

His uniform however was that of survivors from the Grenadier korps. Troopers whom had failed to achieve atonement with their lives yet now serve the Emperor even harder.

Thrusted into the thick of fighting first so they may recieve forgiveness and better earn the right to die.

" I have a suggestion, Sir " he replied without hesitation, in response. Silence came as the officer simply stared at him. He waited, he will wait until he was permitted to give his suggestion.

" Say it!" The response came after long seconds of silence.

" Sir, I advice that we focus mainly on melee combat as soon our ammunition would run out. " he began saying quickly and clear.

" I suspect that the enemy is preparing for a massive assault soon." The soldier began when suddenly sounds of shrieking and growls filled the air.

The Sounds of Hundreds of feet rushing together towards a single destination created a thunderous echo. It was like a massive beast was coming your way.

Quickly everyone took positions, Guns aimed and ready to fire. They waited and waited, silently as the noise grew closer.

" We hold!" A voice announced out loud, canceling any thought of moving the defensive line backward.

Then it was revealed, gnarly small four limb beings. Sharp blades at where their hands were meant to be. A long skull and a wide mouth filled to the brim with Long sharp teeth capable of tearing through a humans neck.

Eyes dilated like beast and feet transformed to fit them. Being prepared, organized lines of fire quickly released as they were cut down in droves.

The first line and then the second and third and fourth and fifth and sixth and more.....a lot more. They didn't seem to stop, they didn't seem to want to stop.

Those whom survived getting shot tried to crawl their way to us, growling and baring their teeth in an angry manner. Kriegsmen armed with melee weapons dealt with them but more came, more fell and more took their place.

Soon, the dreaded news came as the sounds of lasgun fire reduced. The red organized beams of light shredding through skin and bone began dimming. Every second and every shot, every body that fell and every body and came.

Blood and the guts of these beings littered the ground. A single kriegsman charged into the horde, weapon raised and bayonet equipped.

He thrusted, scoring a hit right through the neck of one, he twisted quickly and withdrew. It's blades hanging in the air as it gasped for breath, he turned and repeated.

Same power, same thrust and same movement except there were two at once now. Before he could withdraw, the beast swinger it's arm and impaled the trooped.

A grunt escape his mouth as blood oozed from his injury. Quickly he withdrew and thrusted again but there was another, it went for his shoulder. He red beam blasted it's head apart but there was another.

He kicked, ignoring his wounds as he thrusted once more. His blade piercing into the soft flesh of the monster except it wasn't a critical hit and it growled.

Screaming, the beast moved it's two hands and caught the trooper in a hug. Cutting him up as he struggled so intensely. Screams escaped his mouth, the beast smiled as it slowly closed it's arms.

Then from it's right, another trooper came stabbing it in it's neck. Twisting and forcefully drawing it put to leave a huge gapping wound on one side. The head of the beast fell but not completely as it swayed on its partially destroyed neck.

It's victim fell as the trooper coughed, grumbled and struggled before finally dying. There was no time to mourn or scavenge as another scream was heard. Not too far away was another trooper getting torn to pieces by three of those beast at the same time.

More passing them and heading into the ever reducing amount of accurate shots from the troopers. Then a grenade went off, killing several in the vicinity of the trooper. Body parts flew like it was a blessing.

A gap was created, but it was quickly filled by more of them. Kriegsmen jumped down and grabbed the weaponary of their defeated foes. From solid ammunition weapons to low tier lasguns, a lot with horrible recoil.

Magazines were emptied as lights deemed, bodies fell as bodies clashed. Two organisms mixing together as one fought what was inevitable. With each passing moment more engaged in close combat as their numbers reduced.

Grenades went off until they were none yet, as the light of dawn broke through the closely compacted streets of the city, Shinning ever so bright like the Emperor's mercy.

More Kriegsmen went in for close combat until they were none afar. A slash, stab and thrust. Withdraw and twist, ignite and activate weaponary as the raising of blades and machinery filled the air.

Flesh was cooked and torn, a messy meal for one desperate but a meal nonetheless. Soon, you could see two perhaps three soldiers sticking together as they relapsed it wad the most effective way of taking down the hoards.

So continued the battle without stop until the last of the beast were killed. 8888-5678-3456-69 withdrew he bayonet front the weakening body of a beast, his body stained with the colour of red.

In one hand was a bayonet and the other was an axe. He looked around noticing the lack of troopers with him as he knew that they would not last a second wave.

The only other option was to fight even harder and await reinforcements. 13 of them was left including him, no ammo and little water left.

He dropped his axe and retreated to the side of a wall, withdrawing his backpack from his back. He took out a canteen and opened it. Taking huge gulps of liquid until none was left, this went through the tube of his mask and into his mouth.

That was his last drink, he looked up at the radiant sun shinning brightly like it was peaceful not minding the distant explosions which implied heavy fighting.