"Mom! Mom!"
"Carlin, where are you!"
"My feet, my feet, who will help me! Pick up my feet!"
There were sobs, screams, and calls everywhere around Karana, who was trapped in a chaotic crowd, wanted to move forward, but her face was covered with ashes and her breathing was rapid. The hot heat seemed to hurt her lungs. The joists on the ceiling were moaning over her head and could collapse at any time.
"Walk!!!!!!!"
Sullivan roared and rushed into the sea of ​​fire, smashing his one-arm over and over into the messy rubble, and then kicking the cross-collapse metal beam. Although the smoke stinged his eyes, he still tried to open a path.
"Cover your mouth and bend down, speed up!"
Many people did as they did, bent over and covered their mouths with their clothes and quickly traveled through the area. Karana followed the crowd, but she did not cover her mouth with her hands and could only cover the child's face with a sweat towel.
She coughed hard, retching and trying to rush out of this burning hell with her child in her arms, flames crackling around, and many pipes swelled and shattered in the high temperature, sending out a series of violent explosions.
Just as Karana was about to pass, the ceiling above her head sank down.
"ah--"
But her scream stuck in her throat, as the angel dropped his sword and supported the collapsed ceiling with one hand. The huge weight forced him to bend over. The flames burned his armor and even ignited the bandages wrapped around his head, but he did not waver at all, but just gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.
"quick--"
Karana struggled to stand up, all she could do was pray to the God Emperor, hoping that the angel would be safe and sound.
After all the living people passed by, Sullivan found that he could no longer move. Now he had become half-kneeling on the ground, with a metal structure weighing several tons on his back and shoulders. He could even hear the whine of the power armor and the sound of his bones bursting-
"Emperor..."
Sullivan, who lowered his head, felt the heavier pressure behind him. He could only breathe, and blood-mixed saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, murmured:
"I've tried my best..."
"Company Commander!"
A voice woke him up from his trance, and then the burden on his body became much easier in an instant.
"Come out quickly!"
Sullivan seized the opportunity and rolled, followed by a loud bang. When he stood up, he found that behind him was already ruined, with broken limbs and broken arms of humans and fragments of Tyron Zerg carapaces everywhere in the burning metal ruins. Further away, a giant four-legged Tyron beast carrying a smoked biological cannon behind him was slowly moving forward.
This giant Tyron siege creature was witnessed during the First Tyron War and was named the Flame-Swallowing Worm. As the name suggests, they often appear on the battlefield, feeding on the dead and the wounded, or directly devouring metals and rocks. When facing the enemy, the Flame-Swallowing Worm will use the biological flamethrower that grows on its body to fire balls at the enemy. If it is directly killed, the volatile pus in their bodies may cause a huge explosion and turn everything around into ashes, which is extremely difficult to deal with.
Whenever it roared, a hot ball of fire would gush out of the gun mouth and soon set off a violent explosion in the airport.
Sullivan gasped for a moment, coughed up a mouthful of black blood, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned around to look at the warrior who came to save him.
There are only eleven people left in the entire third company, including him, and almost all of them have reached the point where they must be sent to the medical cabin immediately, but everyone is still standing, even though the power armor on their bodies has been almost torn apart, even if they lose their limbs, even if their handsome faces inherited from San Gilles were corroded by strong acid and only a ball of rotten meat.
Everyone was still standing, but it was a pity that Sullivan did not see the pharmacist, which meant that most of the warriors in the third company were completely lost.
This is the most unacceptable loss he can't explain to the commander of the battle...
"How is the evacuation situation?"
Sullivan looked at the company's flag bearer. He was still holding the flag tightly. The armor on his right foot had been completely torn apart by unknown force. It can be seen that half of his feet were missing, which made him need to hold the flag when walking. The flag symbolizing the glory of the company was also corroded by strong acids and was almost broken cloth strips.
"Most of them have been withdrawn, and only one transport ship is left. Because they were hit by the enemy, they are under emergency repair. It is said that they can be repaired in a few minutes..."
"How many minutes..."
Sullivan dragged his tired body to the place where the last transport ship was parked. Suddenly, with a scream, a little boy crawled out of the overturned oil barrel on the side in horror, apparently he had been hiding inside before.
The clever little guy was holding a wooden stick and a toy sword in his trembling hands, probably only nine to ten years old.
"Angel...need help?"
Sullivan gently patted the child's head.
"Go to a safe place quickly, okay, kid?"
They took the boy through a bloody passage and came to the takeoff area. The transport ship was parked here, not far away, there were screaming knife bugs, the automatic weapons temporarily installed on it were shooting wildly around, and there was also a boarding port that was not closed, and some people were helping the wounded enter the ship. At this time, more than 50,000 terrified old, weak and weak women and children were crowding in the ship, squeezing themselves into the corners of shadows and darkness, and praying to the emperor.
Their husband and brother are either dead or are struggling to death, swallowed by aliens.
"Three minutes...they only have three minutes at most...or...we can only delay them for three minutes..."
Sullivan stared at the transport ship, then turned around and took the flag from the flag bearer, carefully removed the flag, then folded it, then turned around and held back the pain and squatted down, and whispered to the boy:
"Can you help us with something?"
The boy blinked. A bloody giant was so close to him, especially the other person's face, which was already bloody and bloody after being scorched by the fire, which made him instinctively feel fear and his body trembled slightly, but he still nodded hard.
Sullivan squeezed out a smile. He knew that he must be ugly now. He didn't care about the other party's reaction and just handed Lianqi over.
"Please bring this to the captain, and let him forward it to the commander of the Warriors, and tell me a word, the third company has not failed the blood of San Gilles."
The boy hesitated for a moment, inserted the wooden sword behind his waist, took the flag, and asked:
"Sir Angel, San Gilles...what is it?"
Chapter completed!