The night attacks caused the entire position to fall into chaos, with gunfire, shouts and curses intertwined.
"Don't panic! There are very few enemies!"
Although the recruits were panicked, fortunately, the experienced company officers were calm and composed. While cheering the soldiers, they led the way to counterattack the enemy.
In this case, the soldiers began to stabilize, picked up their guns and hid behind the cover, aiming at the darkness. In other places in the stronghold, gunfire was also echoing, and the shouts of orders and painful screams sounded in the camps of various companies, as if there were enemies everywhere outside the darkness.
Hayes also picked up the gun and pointed it outside, but there was nothing to aim at, nothing could be seen, and the gunshots came from the darkness, so they could only shoot blindly.
If something really hits, it would be a miracle.
At this time, the officer finally took out the night vision device and saw the enemy hiding in the dark, wearing a cloak and a night vision device.
In fact, the soldiers in the battalion should also have night vision devices, but due to transportation and distribution reasons, the equipment was not in place until they went to the battlefield, which caused them to look dark. Then the officers took out their light guns and fired several flares.
Hayes finally saw the guys crawling between the ruins.
"Open fire!"
With a harsh snap, a row of lasers shot into the darkness driven by the lighting, and similar harsh sounds appeared in other parts of the camp.
Hayes saw a night attacker hitting a laser on his body and legs. He stopped moving after trembling a few times. Other night attackers hurriedly ran, as if they were about to retreat.
"Fuck these bastards to death!"
The soldiers who were disturbed and rested were very angry. They finally found the direction and found something to be put into the battle.
With a provocative and angry roar, they stood up like a man and rushed past the broken stones.
Hayes didn't rush out, his eyes wide open, sweat emerged from his skin, and then he heard explosions and gunshots.
The heretics deployed landmines, and the few people who rushed out were blown to the ground. Then the others did not dare to chase after them anymore and could only shoot at those backs.
As the lights gradually faded, the darkness filled the cry of the wounded and the dying people.
The first night attack came and went like this, and it seemed that they lost.
In the following time, everyone was extremely nervous. They were afraid of the arrival of the next night attack. The repaired searchlight swept to the darkness almost constantly. The regiment headquarters did not respond to this night attack, but they just kept staying on the position.
However, the enemy did not appear. Hayes half asleep and half awake for several hours. Almost as he was about to lie down, some stones loosened for a moment between the rubble of the ruins and rubble a thousand meters away from the stronghold and fell into the ground, revealing the black pipe entrance, with a dozen or so.
Then, heretic soldiers wearing red carapaces rushed out of the pipe with guns, as if gushing floods, and shouted slogans—
"Destroy the fake emperor! Long live the Blackheart King!!!"
In an instant, everyone woke up, and Hashet stood up in a hurry and looked outside, his blood-covered eyes wide open.
The three directions of the water supply station were already covered with vast enemy soldiers. They ran in the ruins, and their weapons emitted a cold light, like a flood that broke the dam, rushing towards them overwhelmingly. The crazy roar and shouting made people frightened.
"Damn it! Why are you so many?"
Everyone was stunned. The number of enemies was at least three thousand, and there were less than five hundred of them. There were still heretics in the middle rushing out of the underground pipeline, and the final number may exceed five thousand!
The enemy's charge was like a tsunami collapse. Many of the soldiers garrisoned were so scared that their hands shaking with guns were shaking, making their counterattacks scattered and could not stop the enemy's offensive at all.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
Hayes was so scared that he woke up. He followed the company commander's instructions and kept firing. Now he didn't need to aim at it, and there were enemies everywhere.
Suddenly, a scream came from the air, and then an explosion rose near the stronghold, and the enemy even had remaining artillery soldiers!
Although the defenders at the stronghold tried hard to shoot, they could not resist too many enemies. Hayes also saw some wild mutants wearing simple light blue armor taking the lead in the attack. Most of them had deformed heads like cows or sheep, holding barbaric melee weapons, and the roar broke through the air, and even the earth trembled under their beast hooves.
Soon, the enemy in front rushed up, and one of the mutants waved an axe bigger than the human. It roared, and the huge sharp blade took the lives of two soldiers in an instant.
The soldiers fought hard to resist the charge, and a brave company commander killed a mutant with a grenade, and then became an incomplete corpse, with flesh and bones trampled into mud.
More heretic soldiers rushed up, their bayonets penetrated into the panicked defenders' chests, and they killed one decisively and neatly, and then turned to the next one.
The cruel hand-to-hand combat defeated the morale of these tired defenders, and many began to retreat and even escape.
Even the company commanders began to wave and shouted:
"Retreat! Retreat!"
The soldiers began to be defeated, some sobbing and kneeling, and then killed by bayonets stabbed from behind.
In such a terrifying situation, Hayes could only follow the team and run backwards. For some reason, every detail was engraved in his memory at this time, and the heart beating in his chest seemed not his own.
He originally thought that their way of death might be to fight to the last moment, dying in pools of blood and glory.
And now it seems that they may die in the most shameful way.
Bullets, lasers and grenades fell like raindrops.
The head was broken, the limbs were blown up, and the body exploded like rotten fruit. The massacre officially began. Hayes was sandwiched between the screaming people and the dying body, and was frightened and unable to think. He had only the instinct to survive in his heart.
Blood was flowing on the ground, and blood mist sprayed in the air. Hayes had only a smell of blood in his nose, which almost slipped into the blood stain.
He saw a soldier reaching out to him, his body was torn from below his waist and his internal organs were flowing all over the ground.
"save--"
Although Hayes was very scared, after a brief pause, he ran over and reached out his hand.
"I'll take you to see a doctor..."
As soon as he held the other party's hand, a laser shot came, which directly lifted the man's head and his helmet. In the end, the blood-filled hand was unable to slide off Hayes's hand.
While everyone was retreating, the political commissar was still trying to maintain order. The young Guy Dore was sweating profusely. He stood on a high place, holding his pistol high, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Soldiers! Don't retreat! Hold on! Hold on! Be loyal for the emperor!"
Suddenly, one hand grabbed his coat and pulled him down from a high place, and then a grenade exploded just five meters away from him.
"Sir, the political commissar! You will definitely not be able to withstand it! Let's go!"
Hashet held Guy's arm and tried to escape with him, but the political commissar put a gun on the hat that was tilted to the side and croaked:
"The war zone commander has ordered that he will not retreat at all. If he retreats, everyone will-"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp whistling slashed over his head, and then a huge earthquake trembled. The fire rising from the sky rose from the water supply station, erasing groups of heretic soldiers.
Chapter completed!