Free The Red Leopards of Zaxon B (Galaxies Collide Book 2) by Andrew McGregor

emplacement ahead, four Morgons smashed against the six Trevakian and South Korean defenders, their overpowering muscles and frames throwing the bodies to either side as Rees approached the shattered dugout. He glimpsed two South Korean’s cracking Taekwondo kicks against their enemy assailants armour as their arms strained to grapple and restrain the high powered grips of their attackers. The Orientals twisted and turned, desperate to avoid or disable the higher powered enemy, one whining in frustration as he collapsed backwards, the Morgon pinning him against the trench wall. The other swept an ankle blade between the armour plates of his assailant, the high shriek of pain followed by a scream from the Korean as an armoured fist cracked against his helmet, the soldier’s legs sagging as he collapsed unconscious.
    Rees’s lifted his assault rifle as the visor flashed in alarm, firing a burst as the nearest Morgon turned to face him, eyes glowing red as the projectiles simply ricocheted off the figure’s armour. Rees raised his weapon, crashing into the armoured trooper as he charged, the force of impact topping the stronger enemy soldier backwards.
    Laser fire swept over them as Rees whined, his head cracking against the alloy chest plate as his combat uniform inflated to protect him, his helmet vibrating slightly as he thrust the rifle upwards, crunching it with all his might against the heavy armour above. The Morgon shrieked loudly in anger, grasping Rees’s shoulder plate and dragging him sideways as the human screamed in agony, the armour pinching his shoulder as the reinforced grip closed tightly.
    His body crashed against the trench wall, the wind knocked from his chest with the intense impact as his eyes closed, the combat suit excreting anaesthetic and stimulants in reaction to his breathing and heart rate, attempting to save his life. The Morgon rose rapidly, armoured hands scrambling for the human in hatred as Rees coughed violently, his weapon crashing over the trench wall, out of reach.
    The high powered enemy soldier grasped Rees’s flaying arm, the grip tearing into his forearm like a vice as he screamed in response, tears of frustration and pain filling his eyes as he kicked and struck out with his spare fist. He felt his body lifting into the air effortlessly, his tendons stretching to near breaking point with the intense grip as he screamed in agony, the suit unable to defend him against such overwhelming pressure. The human kicked and hit out blindly, his body fighting in panic for its survival as he swung through the air, an armoured hand reaching for his throat.
    The loud blast shaking him as the grip went weak, his limp frame collapsing onto the floor of the emplacement painfully as the Morgon sank to his knees, then fell forward. Rees stared through his cracked visor, the South Korean spitting on the enemy corpse, his assault rifle smouldering as he lunged away to attack the next armoured enemy.
    Rees lay their coughing violently, seeing the muzzle flashes through the swirling smoke through clenched and tearful eyes, shrieks of hatred filling his ears as more Trevakian marines and Korean troops charged into the emplacement. The visor flickered, bullets zipping across the trench walls as earth and debris fell onto his prone figure, muffled crumps of self-propelled artillery fired from the rear towards any remaining Morgon and Silakian troops beyond the rock face as his chest heaved, his mind clearing as he struggled to rise. A determination to re-join the fight swept through him, his intense pain stabilising as the uniform excreted the maximum dosage through his follicles, the fighting moving further to the right as the surviving Morgons were killed one by one, their refusal to surrender chilling the volunteers as most were overwhelmed and shot at close range.
    A silhouette dropped into the emplacement before him, his breath now in short gasps as the armoured figure stepped towards him through the