Losing weapons on the battlefield felt like being suddenly naked. Hayes began to crawl around frantically among the fallen corpses nearby to find weapons. Then he met a traitor who was injured and fell to the ground before getting up again. The other party also fell down.
On the ground, they stood face to face for a second.
It should be a man, with a face covered in dirt and only a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Then the opponent rushed over and grabbed Hayes' neck with both hands. The two rolled and fell to the ground, but Hayes found an opportunity to stab his fingers into the opponent's injured chest, twisting the wet flesh inside hard, forcing the opponent to let go in severe pain.
Then he pressed himself against the man, and the fingers of his other hand brushed against a hard object on the ground beside him, and he grabbed it.
As he lifted the object and slammed it into the man's face, Hayes was vaguely aware that he was holding the helmet of a fallen comrade, but he no longer cared.
In a frenzy of self-preservation, he raised his helmet and smashed it into the man's face again and again until the helmet was slippery with black blood.
Then, finally realizing that the man had stopped moving a long time ago and his face had turned into a ragged mush, Hayes stopped to take a breath.
Suddenly, Hayes, who had barely taken a few breaths, heard a blood-curdling war cry in the darkness. Before he could grab his gun, he saw a dozen thugs charging towards him.
For a moment he almost turned around, not knowing whether to run away or to defend himself with a gun.
"forward!"
At the critical moment, he heard a shout, a shotgun roared behind him, and the face of the nearest enemy disappeared in a bloody explosion.
"Listen to my orders! Move forward and fire intensively!"
In surprise, Hayes saw their battalion commander striding past him, leading the soldiers to start a counterattack against the enemy. Winter also came over to help him up.
"Brother Hayes, you scared me to death. No one knows where you have gone, and there is no response to the communication."
Upon hearing this, Hayes patted his helmet angrily.
"That piece of shit has been broken for I don't know how long. The battalion commander keeps saying it will be replenished, but he still hasn't replenished it for me yet!"
"You're so embarrassed!"
Hashet slapped Hayes on the back of the head from behind.
"Tell you to follow closely."
"I had to pee urgently."
The support troops brought by Oranios are all commandos specially customized according to the mine environment. In view of the enemy's backward weapons, they all wear heavy explosion-proof suits similar to the armor of the Ministry of Justice, and some of them also carry explosion-proof equipment.
Shield, move forward at a slow pace, and use shotguns, lumberjacks, and flamethrowers to fire at the enemy's hiding position, causing terrible damage to the enemy with every step forward.
As the ambushers died screaming, Hayes stared at their battalion commander. For some reason, he felt like this man was like some long-dead saint who had returned to human form and was walking side by side with them.
The captain seemed immortal and unkillable, just like the legendary hero told by the priest.
A legend who leads his people to victory.
"forward!"
Under his command, the counterattack became more and more fierce, and all the living people gathered in the mine tunnels moved forward beside him.
"Keep firing! Forward, forward!"
With the help of the flamethrower, the enemies who tried to use the narrow terrain to shoot black guns were also driven out, so they turned around and started to escape.
Soon he fell into darkness.
This is the most difficult thing about them. They can always run away if they can't be beaten, and the soldiers don't dare to pursue them because they will deploy many traps, trip mines, large pits full of sharp metal fragments, and hanging holes above the mine tunnels.
Falling rocks.
There was a man in Hayes's class who fell into a pit and suffered several holes in his body. Although he did not die on the spot, news of his death came not long after he was sent to the rear field hospital.
And these people often escape through small passages with a height of less than one meter, which is what the imperial soldiers hate the most. They call it rat passages, because most of the time they cannot enter those holes while wearing armor. If they take off their armor,
If you lose their armor, you only need a sharp iron rod to kill them.
So Ouranios ordered the attack to stop, everyone stopped shooting, and there was a brief silence on the battlefield.
Soon, new sounds broke the silence, the wails of the wounded, and the nervous laughter and disbelieving oaths of others when they discovered they were still alive.
Hearing these sounds, Hayes' nervousness suddenly disappeared and he realized that he had survived.
He stood next to the body of the dead enemy. For some reason, he suddenly looked down at the tattered face of the thing. He suddenly felt sick and felt like he was going to vomit. He originally thought that he should have become accustomed to death and corpses.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a black shadow appear beside him, and Habri came to his side. The big man's right upper arm seemed to be injured, and it was bleeding, and his face was tightly wrinkled.
"The wounded will return to the starting point first, and the second company will continue to advance. We need to occupy an air purification station within an hour. That is a key location."
Ouranios said, turning his head to look in the direction of Hayes.
"Hayes, your squad will be responsible for bringing the wounded back to the starting point."
"receive!"
Afterwards, Hayes and his comrades began to help the injured. Those who were slightly injured were simply bandaged, and those who were seriously injured were sent to makeshift stretchers. Everyone worked hard to go back.
The field hospital was set up in the rail transit station they occupied. It was originally a place where mine cars coming from all directions were dispatched. It was also a rare and spacious area underground. However, because of this, there were many passages around it, some large and some small.
So when they were resting here, enemies kept coming out to harass them. It wasn't until they set up tarantula turrets and sirens at almost every possible entrance and exit that the place was considered safe.
When Hayes and the others trudged back to the starting point, people from other companies in the regiment also returned one after another. Outside the field hospital, the corpses of those who had died in the past 10 hours were lined up in a row, because the people transporting the corpses each
There will be one show every 10 hours.
Those who died had no boots on their feet and had their protective gear stripped off. Some of their faces were covered with shrouds, while the rest of them lay naked in the biting cold with the features of death: all
People are like logs ready to be burned.
Or maybe all of their lives are just like insignificant firewood, Hayes thought as he watched, those people he knew before, across unimaginable distances in the void, fighting for goals they knew nothing about, and in the end they were gone.
It became just a temporary landmark in this unforgiving and war-torn landscape.
for what?
Probably, as the pastor said?
For, the Emperor?
To Hayes, this seemed to be the most meaningless of the many horrors he witnessed in this dark underground, and it was also a lesson in complete futility.