"Damn it, damn it, damn it-"
Losing weapons on the battlefield felt like suddenly naked. Hays began to crawl around in the fallen corpses nearby to find weapons. Then he met a traitor who fell to the ground and then got up again. The other party was also lying on the ground, and they stood face to face for a second.
It should be a man with dirt on his face and only a pair of congested eyes.
Then the other party rushed over and grabbed Hayes' neck with both hands. The two rolled to the ground, but Hayes found an opportunity to stab his finger into the other party's injured chest, twisting the wet flesh inside hard, forcing the other party to let go of his hand in a severe pain. Then he pressed himself on the man's body, and the finger of the other hand brushed a hard object on the ground beside him, and he grabbed it.
As he lifted the object and hit it in the man's face, Hayes was vaguely aware that he was holding the helmet of a fallen comrade, but he no longer cared.
Out of fanaticism to protect himself, he raised his helmet and slammed it on the man's face again and again until the helmet slipped with black blood.
Then, finally realizing that the man had no movement a long time ago, his face had turned into a ragged paste, Hays stopped to take a breath.
Suddenly, Hays, who had not breathed a few breaths, heard the creepy battle cry in the darkness. Before he could catch the gun, he saw more than a dozen thugs rushing towards him.
For a moment, he almost turned around, not sure whether he wanted to escape or to defend himself with a gun.
"forward!"
At the critical moment, he heard a shout, a shotgun roaring behind him, and the face of the nearest enemy disappeared in a bloody explosion.
"Listen to my orders! Go forward and shoot intensively!"
In surprise, Hays saw their battalion commander strode past him, leading the soldiers to fight back against the enemy, and Winter also came over to help him up.
"Brother Hayes, you're scared me to death. No one knows where you are going, and there is no response to the communication."
Upon hearing this, Hayes slapped his helmet in anger.
"That rotten thing has been broken for a long time. The battalion commander has been saying to make up for it, but he has not yet provided me with it!"
"You're so embarrassed!"
Hashet slapped Hayes in the back of the head from behind.
"Tell you to follow closely."
"I was...urgent to pee."
The support troops brought by Olanios were specially specialized commandos based on the mine environment. In view of the enemy's backward weapons, they all wore thick explosion-proof suits similar to the armor of the Ministry of Justice. Some people also carried explosion-proof shields and moved forward at a slow pace, using shotguns, logging guns and flamethrowers to shoot at the enemy's hiding position. Every step forward caused terrible damage to the enemy.
Just as the ambush died in screams, Hays looked at their battalion commander, and for some reason he felt like the man had been regained his human form and was walking side by side with them.
The captain seems immortal and irresistible, just like the legendary hero told by the priest.
A legend leads his men to victory.
"forward!"
Under his command, the counterattack became increasingly fierce, and all the living people gathered in the mine were moving forward by his side.
"Continue to fire! Go forward, move forward!"
With the help of the flamethrower, the enemies who tried to use the narrow terrain to shoot black guns were also driven out, so they turned around and began to escape.
He quickly escaped into the darkness.
This is their most difficult part. They can always run away if they can't beat them, and the soldiers dare not pursue them because they will deploy many traps, triple-thunders, large pits full of sharp metal debris, and rockfalls hanging above the mine track.
There was a man in Hayes's class who fell into a pit and had several holes on his body. Although he did not die on the spot, his death was reported shortly after he was sent to the field hospital in the rear.
Moreover, these people often escape through small passages less than one meter in height, which is also what the Imperial soldiers hate the most, and call it the rat path because most of the time they wear armor and cannot enter the holes at all. If they take off the armor, they only need a sharp iron rod to kill them.
So Olanios ordered the stop of attack, everyone stopped shooting, and a brief silence appeared on the battlefield.
Soon, the new voice broke the silence, the wailings of the wounded, and the nervous laughter and unbelievable oaths when others found them alive.
Hearing these voices, Hayes' nervousness suddenly disappeared, realizing that he had survived.
He stood beside the dead enemy's corpse. For some reason, he suddenly looked down at the thing's tattered face, suddenly feeling disgusted and felt that he was about to vomit. He originally thought that he should have been used to death and the corpse.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a black shadow appearing beside him, and Habrey came to him. The man seemed to have been injured in his right upper arm, and he was bleeding all the time, and his face was wrinkled tightly.
"The wounded retreated to the starting point first, and the second company continued to move forward. We need to occupy an air purification station within an hour, which is the key position."
Olanios said, turning his head to look in Hayes.
"Haise, your class is responsible for taking the wounded back to the starting point."
"receive!"
Afterwards, Hayes and his comrades began to help the injured. Those who were slightly injured would simply bandage them, and those who were seriously injured would look for a temporary stretcher. Everyone tried their best to walk back.
The field hospital was set up in the rail transit station they occupied. It was originally a place where mine trucks from all directions were dispatched, and it was also a rare and spacious area underground. However, because of this, there were many passages around it, both large and small, so that when they rested here, enemies kept coming out to harass it. It was not until they set up tarantula turrets and alarms at almost every possible entrance and exit, the place was considered safe and secure.
When Hayes and the others returned to the starting point with difficulty, other companies in the regiment also returned one after another. Outside the field hospital, the bodies of the people who died in the past 10 hours were lined up, because the people who transported the bodies only had one fight every 10 hours.
Those who died had no boots, their protective gear was stripped, some of them had their faces covered in shrouds, and the rest had nakedly exposed the characteristics of death in the biting cold: all were like logs ready to be burned.
Or all of them were just like insignificant firewood, Hays looked and thought, as he watched, those who had known before crossed the unimaginable distance of voids, fought for their ignorant goals, and eventually became a temporary landmark in this ruthless and war-torn landscape.
for what?
Probably, as the pastor said?
For, Emperor?
Chapter completed!