The green skin retreated again.
The battlefield was silent, and the survivors either sat in place like corpses or wandered aimlessly like walking dead.
At this time, a group of people came hurriedly. There were four of them, including the young soldier. He was holding a waterproof canvas in his hand. The four of them were holding a corner of them. Something seemed to be wrapped in the canvas was emitting a faint smoke.
"Mek!Mek!"
In the temporary command center, Arik walked out quickly. Now he is older than before. Not only is his temples gray, but his skin and lips are also dry like tree bark.
He ran towards the silent team, and the four stopped and placed the canvas on the ground.
Arrek walked forward, almost unable to believe his eyes.
There was no Mek he knew here, only a pile of rotten meat that was still breathing slightly.
Rotten meat is not an exaggeration, because the other party's body has no complete skin, and the waist has disappeared below, only some intestinal fragments are hung on it, and a thirty-centimeter hole is opened on the chest. You can see the burnt lung monk's slowly squirming heart inside, the left hand is gone, and the right elbow is also gone.
The face was even more terrible. One eye socket was empty, and there was still some sticky liquid inside. The other was white. The scalp, soil and rags were stuck together. The ears and nostrils were simple blood holes. The lips were burned to a little skin and the teeth were exposed.
Arrek has seen countless dead bodies. According to his understanding, it is impossible for a person to be injured like this, because any kind of injury is enough to make Mek die.
And the fatal injuries he has now been on are at least double digits.
The only explanation is that the remaining medicines in his body maintain his life, and he will die just after the medicine has passed.
"Make."
Arrek squatted down and held the other person's broken arm, while the other person's skin was still hot.
“Yarri……………”
A nearly whispery sound flowed out from the slightly open gaps of teeth.
Arric then changed from squatting down to kneeling, lying beside Mek, listening carefully to the other party's last words.
"This.........................................................."
"I will pay it back! I will pay it back! Meck, I promised you!"
"No...no...use...return it back..."
Meck turned his head slightly, and a smile seemed to squeeze out on his hideous face.
"...I've been a...school...someone...political...committee...you say...god...the God...the Emperor...and...will...receive...my...soul...?"
"He will! He will! We will all be reunited under the Golden Throne!"
"That...but...it's so good..."
With the last breath, there was no movement in Mek's body.
Arrek wanted to say something in the end, but found that any language was meaningless. He did not feel sad because there were too many such sacrifices over the past period of time.
All the regiment-level battalion-level officers under his command have basically changed more than twice, not to mention those ordinary soldiers.
Even he was a little desperate until now when the war was fought. More than 300 million civilians surviving were crowded in the narrow nest. Young and middle-aged men, including 15-year-old boys, all went to the battlefield, but even so, they still lost their shaky defense again and again.
The news from afar has always been very bad, and the support for Haier Rickys was very unsuccessful. Oak mobilized a large number of psychics and suddenly launched an attack on the city, killing nearly half of the people in the nest in an instant.
If the Holy Blood Angel had not descended from the sky, the nest would have almost fallen.
But then this startup group with great military achievements fell into a tough battle, and they had to fight against tens of thousands of enemies that were times more than their own. In order to avoid orbital strikes, Oak broke into pieces and sneaked into the underground of the nest, causing further increase in battle.
The situation in the equatorial jungle was not optimistic. After a period of cultivation, the Oak tribe, which had been broken up before, gathered again and launched continuous attacks on the subcontinent, restraining a large number of human forces.
Therefore, in this case, the support that can be provided to Hades Nest is very limited.
"Sir, Astart is here."
Suddenly, Arrick's deputy spoke, so he stood up and looked behind the position.
Three temporary modified armored vehicles rushed over quickly, and then ten Astartes jumped out from above, including the recruits of the Astral Knight and the warriors of the Holy Blood Angel.
"Political Commissar Yarik, we have repelled the enemy on the east side."
The person who spoke was Armin. Due to the "death" of Kalistarius, he is currently the commander of all the Space Marines in Hades' Nest, including several warriors from the Holy Blood Angel, who also obeyed his orders.
"You came in time, the commander here just died."
Arrek glanced at Mek's body on the ground, then bent down and covered it with canvas, allowing the soldiers to take it to the rear to bury.
"So the defense becomes very weak and may need your help."
"I understand, we will be responsible for the defense of the area next."
As he said that, Almington took a moment, which immediately attracted Arik's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"Political Commissar of Arrek, we just felt a large-scale burst of psychic energy in the north."
"That's one of my friends."
"friend."
Arming stared at Arrek meaningfully for a while, then nodded.
"It seems that you have made some arrangements, so I won't worry about that side anymore, but the situation in the west is also very bad, so you'd better go over and take a look."
"I'm about to go."
The defensive position on the west side lost contact half an hour ago, although he was not worried about the loss there - because Moyz, the boss of the Wild Dog Gang, was stationed there.
The Wild Dog Gang is famous for its unity, and all joiners must make a bloody oath, and everyone is called brothers and sisters.
After handing over the position to Astart, Arik took a car to the west position. Along the way, he saw many wounded soldiers retreating, and felt very bad.
When he arrived at the position, he found that the situation was worse than he thought.
The position on the west side was actually built along the upper nest guard wall, so it is the area with the best geographical advantages of the entire nest. However, correspondingly, attackers in other directions face the problem of complex and narrow roads. The west side is the very spacious front of the attack, because this is the main land import and export of the upper nest, so it is free of cover and blockage, which is very suitable for green skin to play its quantitative advantage.
Therefore, the green skin attack was mainly attacked here.
The last time Arrek came, there were many fortifications and bunkers here, which were called iron walls.
But now, most of the bunkers have become burning ruins, the city walls have been damaged in many places, and huge craters are spread all over the position. In addition to the twisted and deformed machine guns and cannons, there are also scattered broken limbs and broken arms, which can be seen everywhere.
The wailings of the wounded soldiers and the crying of the survivors make this place look like a cemetery where a funeral is being held.
One kilometer away, the sound of cannons was still rumbling, and it was obvious that the Green Skin did not stop the attack.
Arrek's arrival did not change much of the atmosphere, and even the guards were too lazy to salute.
He walked straight to the command post, and as soon as he entered, he saw his old acquaintance lying on a stretcher, and the white quilt covered with his body had been dyed red.
Chapter completed!