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Chapter 229 Gerrard Loses the Bet

&34; Cough cough cough... &34;

With a violent cough, a UED ghost struggled to release the high-frequency dagger he was gripping and used all his strength to push away the heavy Krieg corpse that was pressing down on him.

They had just successfully assassinated the enemy's political commissar, but surprisingly, instead of falling into chaos, the enemy launched even fiercer and more frequent attacks.

On this perilous battlefield amidst a hail of bullets, the Ghost Squad members dodged and weaved, constantly on the run.

Unfortunately, they ultimately failed to escape the Black Temple's keen surveillance.

In an instant, the Krieg soldiers, surging in like a tidal wave, completely surrounded them.

He, however, had become separated from his group due to a moment of carelessness. The tall, imposing black-clad warriors abandoned him without hesitation, continuing their pursuit of the other members. Only a small group of Krieg soldiers relentlessly pursued him.

These Krieg soldiers were exceptionally fierce and brutal. They quickly located the most vulnerable part of his combat suit—the reactor—and launched a ruthless attack to destroy it.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and dodged in time, he would probably have been dead long ago.

Even so, he still suffered a severe injury, and blood gushed out from between his fingers as he clutched his chest, staining a large area of ​​the land red.

He endured the excruciating pain and slowly, with faltering steps, finally reached a huge rock.

Leaning against the rock, he gasped for breath, his breath weak and intermittent: "Damn it! What's wrong with these guys? Is the power of religious brainwashing really that strong, making them so fearless?"

Just then, he suddenly caught sight of a Krieg soldier's body not far away, with a hole piercing his chest—the very wound inflicted by his sniper rifle.

"Hmph, let me see for myself what kind of monsters you crazy bastards really are!" He gritted his teeth, using the last bit of strength he had left to support himself, his gaze fixed on the corpse, trying to find a trace of the enemy's secrets.

Trembling, he used all his strength to slowly extend his blood-soaked hand toward the cold corpse before him.

Each muscle contraction felt like a painful struggle, but he still resolutely reached out and finally touched the mask covering the corpse's face.

With a slight rubbing sound, the mask was slowly peeled off.

However, when the face was fully exposed to the air, he was stunned—it was not the crazy, twisted, fanatical face he had imagined; what appeared before him was the pale face of a girl who was no more than sixteen years old!

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her face, which should have been brimming with youthful vitality, was now lifeless, as if she were asleep in eternal darkness.

"What? They actually... bastards!" the ghost muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and anger.

He felt all the strength drain from his body in an instant, and he slumped against the large rock beside him like a deflated balloon.

Just then, a series of dull and heavy footsteps approached from afar, clearly reaching the ghost's ears.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze quickly sweeping around before finally settling on a pistol lying on the ground not far away.

It was an enemy laser pistol, emitting a chilling, eerie light.

Soon, a tall and imposing black Astartes entered the ghost's field of vision.

Faced with the approaching enemy, Ghost mustered his last bit of strength, raised his pistol, gripped the handle tightly with trembling fingers, and pointed the gun directly at the giant who was getting closer step by step.

"You...you bunch of bastards! They're just kids!" Ghost roared, pulling the trigger of his laser pistol without hesitation.

In an instant, a dazzling red laser beam shot out from the muzzle of the gun, heading straight for the breastplate of the Black Templar Astartes.

However, the attack did not cause any real damage to the powerful Space Marine.

The red laser struck the black sanctuary's gauntlet, sparking a burst of sparks before vanishing without a trace, like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil, causing only a brief ripple.

The Black Templar Astartes raised its bomb gun expressionlessly, the dark muzzle steadily aimed at the head of the ghost lying on the ground.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped the ghost, but his gaze remained firm and unyielding, fixed intently on his opponent.

&34;Bang!&34;

With a deafening roar of explosive gunfire, the last UED Ghost became a lifeless corpse.

Gazing at the scene before him and confirming that the enemy had completely lost all signs of life, the Space Marine informed Commander Krieg of his location via the communication device, then turned and left with firm and powerful steps.

"Marshal! The 7th and 13th Armored Divisions have suddenly lost contact! The second line of defense has also been successfully breached by the enemy!"

Gerald gripped the half-burnt cigar tightly in his hand, his right hand trembling slightly involuntarily.

One bad news after another came like a tidal wave, increasing his stress.

Gerald's heart sank to the bottom when he learned that Gustav had been destroyed by the enemy and that the Alpha prototype had fallen on the second line of defense under the fierce attack of three super-giant mechs.

But just when the entire battle seemed to be heading into an abyss of no return, an exciting piece of good news reached Gerald's ears.

"Report to the Marshal! The assassination squad has brilliantly completed its mission! They successfully eliminated most of the enemy political commissars!"

Upon hearing this news, Gerald's eyes, which had been serious, immediately lit up with surprise. He then clapped his hands vigorously and shouted, "Great! Well done!"

In his view, the enemy army was nothing more than a corrupt feudal force.

If all the political commissars, who are like the supervising squads, are killed in action, the morale of the army will inevitably plummet, and it is very likely that the soldiers will collapse and disintegrate rapidly due to their fear of death.

In this way, UED can gain a valuable breathing space, thereby readjusting its strategic deployment and reversing the current extremely unfavorable situation.

However, news from the front lines soon dampened Gerrard's optimism.

"Marshal! The enemy's offensive has suddenly become extremely fierce! Hill 387, Hill 336, and Hill 289 have all fallen!" The panicked shouts of the frontline commander struck Gerald like a bolt from the blue, instantly dousing him with a bucket of icy water.

"What? How is this possible! Logically speaking, after suffering such heavy losses, shouldn't they choose to retreat and defend? We killed so many enemy political commissars! They should at least have to readjust their troop deployment!"

Gerrard stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, pacing anxiously back and forth in the command room like a gambler who had lost everything but still refused to accept reality.

"Something must have gone wrong... Yes! I've got it! The other side must have deliberately concealed this important information! That's it! Quick! Immediately broadcast to the front lines, informing the enemy soldiers that we have killed a large number of their political commissars!"

At this moment, Gerrard's face was flushed red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He was like a drowning man clinging to this last straw. Deep down, he dared not admit that this might just be wishful thinking, yet he could not find any other reasonable explanation to deal with the current critical situation.

However, before he could even catch his breath, another officer rushed in and reported, "Marshal! The enemy has not slowed their offensive after learning of the political commissar's death; on the contrary, they are attacking even more frantically!"