When the other party introduced his name, Winter suddenly spoke, looking a little scared.
"Will the enemy rush in? Those fallen...Space Marines? Heard others say that there may be a lot of people outside?"
"Sometimes, it's better not to think too much about these things."
Huck sighed.
"I guess you haven't served for more than half a year, just keep your faith."
"Faith? Are you talking about the God Emperor?"
"Yes...no...maybe."
Suddenly, Huck's words became as slow and thoughtful as his expression.
"When I first became a guard, I believed in many things. I believed in the general, I believed in the political commissar, and the most important thing is that I believe in the God Emperor. Now, I certainly would not believe in the first two, but the God Emperor? It is usually difficult to see His light in countless massacres, but a person must have some belief in what, so, yes, I always believe in the God Emperor, I believe in Him, and I believe in Him, and I believe in the comrades. These are two of my beliefs. I hope you are the same, otherwise it will be difficult for you to survive the battle in the future."
Ma Bo also spoke again and said something that surprised Huck.
"Remember, there is something as important as faith, it is called hope. A person must have hope, otherwise he might as well not live. It is as important as the air we breathe. So, no matter how bad things turn out, no matter how dull they look, you must remember not to give up hope. Believe me, if you can hold on to your hope, then you will have the possibility of living in this hell."
Suddenly, Hashet's voice came from afar, and at the same time, the sharp sirens began to echo in the passage. All the lazy Katachang people immediately stood up, started running and shouting, and picked up their equipment.
"What!? Hurry! Go to Uncle Hashet!"
Hayes hurriedly grabbed Winter's hand and ran towards Hashet, because this was a battle warning, which meant-
The enemy is coming soon!
"Hays."
At this time, Ma Bo's voice came faintly from behind.
"If your team is finished, come to us immediately. This is your only way to survive. You can't stop it. Remember to keep hope."
"Ma Bo, what's wrong with you today..."
"Maybe...bore..."
Soon Hayes and the others returned to the regiment's headquarters. At this time, Alni also received news that the front-line troops needed support. As the second-line defensive troops, they must not be able to stay leisurely behind. When the front-line troops are in a tight position, they need to send people to support in time. If the front-line really cannot support them, they will also accommodate the retreating troops, and use the new defense line to delay the enemy and wait for new reinforcements.
Just twenty minutes ago, the enemy's first wave of jumping troops broke through the ground defense and began to enter the first underground defense circle one after another. According to the information given above, in the defense range they were in alone, there were about 500 Chaos Space Marines, a large number of cultists and demon machinery following them.
As always, Arni sent Olanios and his battalion to support the first ring of defense troops deployed to connect their positions. The opponent is also a local regiment in the vortex, but the relationship is not as strong as Arni. In fact, the local regiments deployed in the first ring are basically local regiments, because this defense line is essentially a consuming enemy, and the Second Ring Force is the main force of defense. When the enemy crosses one ring and arrives at the Second Ring Force exhausted, the Second Ring Force will immediately counterattack, defeat or even defeat the enemy before the enemy has gained a foothold, and then try to regain the First Ring Force. Such flexible defense can gain more time than defending the dead.
So, Hays and his battalion marched quickly along the passage through the first defense hall. After about ten minutes, they arrived at a rail transit station. They took a simple rail cart and quickly moved, and arrived in more than half an hour later.
When Olanios communicated with the regiment commander here, he realized that they had defeated a wave of enemies. They were all cultists like madmen. They were not many, so it was obviously a temptation force.
The Second Battalion then deployed in a position made of rocks and metal barrels. As the company's heavy fire support squad, Hayes and the others spent a lot of effort to deploy the heavy bomb, so they were each out of breath.
For some reason, the entire defensive position was terriblely quiet, and everyone stared at the wide area ahead, where there were many broken corpses, all of which looked pale and no one looked like. The blasphemous eight-pointed star flag was inserted into the pile of corpses, and no one dared to clean it up.
Further away, there are several black holes, which are the passages to the ground, but now they have become demon caves that make everyone feel very nervous, as if countless demons and monsters will jump out of it in the blink of an eye.
Another point is that those passages are also the most spacious in the entire underground defense, which means they can accommodate more enemies. The troops stationed here have fought with the enemies in the passage and killed many, but there are still many enemies. According to the survivors, there are many "metal demons" among them, and there are also terrifying machinery that can chisel the passage.
The atmosphere in the trenches was unprecedentedly tense. Everyone knew that an attack was coming, but what was most suffocating was not knowing the future that would happen, but not knowing when and what situation would come.
Although these people have encountered dozens, or even hundreds of such attacks in the past, every tension on their faces is still obvious and can be seen by anyone.
Hays let go of his left hand holding the gun, leaned into his pocket, and took out the rose little angel statue.
Perhaps this is his last battle. Can he hold on and survive? These questions echoed violently in his mind, but he couldn't find the answer.
Suddenly, the cold voice appeared in his ears as if it was echoing.
hope--
It was the scary man named Lesmabo.
Suddenly, a subtle movement came from afar, and thousands of people seemed to be running, talking nonsense in an incomprehensible accent and chatting endlessly.
Afterwards, Hayes saw a flash, gradually expanding from smallness, and with a sharp scream, it got closer and closer.
Until, almost appearing above their heads, the scream reached a terrible level of sharpness and harshness.
"Arson!"
Hashet screamed, grabbed Hayes' collar, pulled him down together, and jumped towards the bottom of the ditch dug out of the rocks behind him.
When he fell to the trench floor, Hayes's butt hit the ammunition box violently, and the rest of the class also fell to the bottom of the ditch one after another, hugging the ground enthusiastically like a lover who had been reunited for a long time.
Boom boom boom boom————
Due to the vibrations of the ground, Hays's body trembled, closed his eyes, buried his face in his arms, and his lips murmured a series of pious prayers of sobs and fear, praying for redemption.
As he prayed, his mind was filled with questions of despair and anger.
How is this possible if the enemy can actually bring artillery underground?
But there is no answer, as the bombing continues, there are only more explosions and flying ground.
Then, suddenly, thankfully, the explosion stopped.
"Move! Move! Move! Back to position!"
Hashet suddenly shouted.
Chapter completed!