After confirming that the water station was captured, Arni listened to the opinions of his military advisers and first sent soldiers to search the surrounding water pipes. Because many pipes were buried underground, this made Hayes and other soldiers very tired.
However, they searched the ground for a radius of two kilometers and could not find a few drainage pipe mouths that were still open. It seemed that they had been blown up long ago. The soldiers also used bombs to blast the limited entrances and exits. It seemed that they had completed their mission.
Already.
But this phenomenon made a senior street fighting expert around Arni alert.
Judging from the enemy corpses found after the war, the number of enemy troops stationed here was approximately 500 (and the attackers lost more than 300 people this time), which was far lower than the number given by the Armageddonians, even though
Some of them had been wiped out in previous battles, but they shouldn't be that few, and the enemy shouldn't have no support at all for such an important frontline node.
Therefore, the consultant judged that the enemy was probably hiding at the entrance and exit of the pipeline, and there was a considerable number of enemies hidden inside. On the one hand, they were avoiding damage from the shelling, and on the other hand, they were waiting for the occupiers to launch a counterattack when they were most relaxed to regain their position.
Considering the complex terrain of the battlefield, it is difficult to find these hidden entrances and exits. The consultant believes that the best way is to station a small number of troops in the stronghold, and other troops to withdraw further to form two new lines of defense, waiting for the enemy to come from
After rushing out of the pipeline, the garrison troops immediately retreated, then used Xu Jin's barrage to kill the enemy and launch a counterattack to eliminate the enemy's effective forces hiding in the underground pipeline.
After hearing this, Arni did not dare to make a decision on his own, because their superiors ordered them to occupy this place. If they were taken back after occupying it, then the responsibility would be huge.
As a son of a nobleman, Arni has a natural sensitivity to systems and rules. He briefly compiled the battle report, and then reported the current situation to the lord commander in charge of the front, along with the consultant's tactics——
Of course it's in his name.
His superiors quickly gave him a reply that the plan could be implemented, and another force would come to assist them in consolidating their occupation of this area. This would be the most important breakthrough on this front. Once the hole was opened, the armored forces could move from
Here we drive into the enemy's heartland.
With the permission of his superiors, Arni immediately made a decision. The entire second battalion and a company of the third battalion stayed in the stronghold. Of course, this tactical decision was not informed to the subordinates as always. After all, the morale and will of these soldiers were very good.
It's hard to put people at ease. If you let them know in advance, there may be trouble.
In this way, Hayes and others stayed in the ruined position, and the explanation they received was that the place was too small to accommodate a whole regiment, because they were the first to attack and could enjoy such a "privilege".
It was difficult to distinguish between day and night in the hive, but according to the time given by the clock, it was already midnight. After hastily eating ration sticks, everyone began to set up positions and arrange vigils.
Because the water supply station had been blown up and leaked from all sides, everyone simply plugged up the big holes with corpses and left the small holes alone. The people on duty stood high up, and several portable searchlights were also high up, patrolling.
Dark ruins around.
Everyone was tired, and a day of bloody fighting filled the air with a tense energy, a mix of fear and excitement.
Although baptized by fire, the presence of blasphemy is still strong in the ruins of the water station. Traces of heresy can be seen in the scrawled writings on the remaining walls and the symbols carved on the ground.
There was also a stench in the air that would not transfer, even beyond the stench of burnt flesh—a sickly rotten odor.
Their current conditions were limited in what they could do against this filth, but the chaplains still tried their best to help, combating the occasional stain of Chaos through simple blessings and incense prayers, and erecting a simple Aquila
Emblem so that the resting soldiers can feel safer for their souls.
A silence gradually descended on the stronghold, as if waiting for the inevitable. Some people remained vigilant against a sudden attack, while some believed that this vigilance was completely wasted, because the enemy had already been eliminated and defeated.
Hayes was the third type of person, that is, he didn't think about anything. He looked tiredly at the burning bonfire in front of him, feeling a heavy fatigue eroding his bones.
He hadn't had a good sleep for several days. In this place full of the smell of blood, even the trivial comfort of the kennel at the bottom suddenly became strangely nostalgic. He found himself thinking of a bowl of
The frothy biting clam soup will make your mouth water.
Once upon a time, this was a very common pleasure.
Now, it seems to have become a dream.
For a moment, just for a moment, he forgot that he had become a soldier, forgot the endless scoldings of the officers, forgot the worry about death, and imagined taking a sip of something warm, thick, and frothy,
It has just the right fishy smell, and is a shell soup that no one of high status would look down upon.
Leaning against the cold concrete wall, Hayes half-closed his eyes, loosened his fingers holding the kettle, and slid the gun from his shoulder to the side.
Gradually, his consciousness blurred, and he had a similar dream. He was still an Astartes, but he was no longer as high-spirited as before. He was in a flesh and blood purgatory, alone and tormented by the infinite.
Endless monsters surrounded him, and he yelled, swung his sword, and shot, but there were more and more of them, those rotting faces, those dead faces.
Suddenly, the dream was shattered and gunfire rang out.
"Enemy attack!"
A panicked voice was heard, and the people in the stronghold immediately took action. People rushed to pick up their guns.
The fire was put out, the kettle was knocked over, and Hayes saw a soldier standing on a high ground fall down, taking some bullets and aiming accurately.
He quickly grabbed the gun beside him and looked around to see where the others were. He found that the searchlights had been shattered. This was the worst situation. The light outside almost disappeared. This way he had to find the enemy snipers.
is very difficult.
Hayes lowered his body and ran to Hashet. Several people in the stronghold had been knocked down, and the rest were cursing crazily. The officers were also trying to maintain order.
"keep Calm!"
Their company commander shouted:
"Remember your training! Wait for my signal."
As soon as the words were spoken, the darkness was illuminated by a series of bright lights, and the sound of laser bursts filled the air.
A soldier from the same battalion on Hayes's left fell heavily to the ground, covering his shoulders and screaming. The burning stench gushed out from the wound. Hayes quickly lowered his head in fear, fearing that the enemy would hit him on the head.
He was wearing a helmet - after a battle, he had understood one thing. The armor on his body could only provide psychological comfort and had almost no substantial protective effect.