Marco Hughes looked up and felt the blood dripping from his forehead, mixed with sweat.
For a moment, he could hardly remember where he was or what he was doing.
Suddenly at some point, everything came back like a flood, and the area in front of him was still filled with smoke, and it was difficult to recognize anything inside at the edge of it.
There are some frames and tracks that are messy and black.
This Riemanlus has been completely destroyed. Several large pieces of debris are scattered all over the battlefield, and the turret that flew hundreds of meters away was still smoking.
It took their regiment a long time to get this thing out of the nearly overturned equipment cabin, but it was all in vain, and it only stood on the battlefield for a few minutes.
Gasing, Marco Hughes climbed up, feeling his scarred body protesting.
Although his memory was vague, he remembered him running towards Menna, stopping him from moving forward regardless of his own.
Then, the alien fired, and the guy who liked to drink secretly in the middle of the night died. All his exaggeration, his vocals and charm disappeared forever in that terrible green lightning.
Gaen was dead, a man who always liked to talk about his four-year-old son and his wife who made pies, had strong arms that could lift the two of them up, but his personality was unexpectedly good. When he was knocked out by an alien Gaussian ray, he also tried hard to protect his favorite heavy bomb.
Born's death surprised him the most. Although this man was sometimes annoying, he was a good company commander. Marco Hughes had been a soldier for seven years. He had met many commanders, and there were few such smart and wise people, but his intelligence could not allow him to survive the gnawing of a group of metal beetles.
There are many people, so many people...
He once thought that everyone was the best, and the officers always claimed that their comrades were elites, their weapons were the best, and their officers were all excellent in character.
He believed so too...
After a moment, Marco Hughes felt that he had recovered his consciousness and had no time to mourn. On the entire battlefield, new soldiers crawled over from behind. They shook their heads and squatted up carefully.
There are many more people quickly approaching, passing through potholes, intending to narrow down temporary gaps in the battle.
Marco Hughes climbed up, his legs trembling, causing his body to tremble.
His head was hit by something, and his left ankle was twisted and swollen.
However, he was lucky that the bodies on both sides of him were motionless, and the tank explosion attempting to act as a cover took away more than a dozen soldiers, but not him.
Marco Hughes looked around, stepped back, and began limping back to the relatively safe friendly front.
Just as he did this, he felt some strength recovering in his legs, so he speeded up.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and the shouts of fighting surged in again.
He stumbled backwards and was soon caught up by a group of ragged men, whose combat uniforms were ragged and rifles in his hands, a wave of relief surged into his heart.
Not just him...
"What are you doing here, soldiers?"
A harsh voice came from them, and then a group of people came over, and the burly officer in charge, rudely grabbed his shoulder and waved a sword to his face.
Marco Hughes's vision was still uncertain, the impact of the explosion had not subsided, and his grasp of the surrounding environment was also very weak.
"The deserter will be executed immediately! The Orps's death army cannot have cowards!"
The officer sternly said, seeing that Marco Hughes had no weapons, he brought a grenade and stuffed it into his hand.
"Come on, we're going to launch the next round of attack!"
Just as the man was talking, the charging horn sounded again, and responding shouts came from all directions.
They were under the arch steps on the outside of an alien hall, and inside were important targets of the enemy. However, the previous nine charges failed, with only four entrances, and the troops they could accommodate were very limited. They had a sudden idea of ​​rushing in with tanks, which resulted in disastrous consequences.
After all the methods were ineffective, the generals obviously decided to continue attacking in the simplest way—
Assault, assault, constant assault, use human lives to pile up!
On both sides of the ladder, a group of soldiers began to advance, and in the distance, groups of suicide squads holding "thunder" were making final preparations, screaming in anger at the injection of excessive stimulants.
Behind them, rows of infantry walked forward more carefully, trying to avoid irritating these half-crazy people.
The general put the entire division's reserves into the ground without reservation, and the entire army advanced forward, and teams of soldiers advanced forward in unison.
Marco Hughes had no choice but to turn around and move, grabbed his grenade tightly, and when he passed by a corpse, he picked up the other party's gun.
A kind of abnormal silence suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The soldiers were lying on the stairs, and the bayonets shone under the strange green light.
A few seconds later, a harsh whistle sounded, and the officers straightened their waists and raised their commanding swords in their hands.
"Assault!!! For the Emperor! Death generously!"
Without hesitation, the soldier returned with a harsh shout, stood up and rushed forward.
Marco Hughes ran together, and his faint voice joined the battle cry in unison. At this moment, he seemed to feel that the gun in his hand was very light and the pain was forgotten.
But as soon as the soldiers in front stepped on the last step, a storm-like beam came towards him. In an instant, more than a hundred people turned into ashes without even screaming. Some people were wiped out from their upper body, and they died happily, but some people were hit below the waist or half of their bodies, so that part of their bodies would collapse, and the rest would bring continuous pain.
Dozens of unlucky guys landed on the stairs like this. When blood and internal organs were spilled out, a harsh howling sounded under the breathing mask.
The officers then immediately went up and sealed their throats with a sword to make sure that they would not make any sounds that would disrupt the morale of the army and give them a pleasure.
The follow-up people should continue to rush forward.
Everyone had red faces, red eyes, and blue veins on their necks. On the one hand, it was the tension and excitement of the battlefield, and on the other hand, it was also the excessive potion flowing in their blood vessels. Each soldier was injected with three kinds of potions combined with combat stimulants, which would cause them to fall into high excitement and passion. Of course, there were also many costs, but it was obvious that the "future" did not exist in this cemetery. However, some people had the effect of medicine quickly due to their physical constitution. For example, Marco Hughes, they would usually inject a second time, but the cost was the possible bleeding symptoms. He Qingyan had seen that kind of tragic situation, and his nostrils and eyes kept bleeding, and his eyes became bloody.
Marco Hughes's medicine has been used for his comrades, but now he has no more. Even as the effect of the medicine fades, it has begun to feel a sense of emptiness-
Chapter completed!