Chapter 664 The desperate situation of the isolated city
Standard Terra Calendar,942.M41
Planet Armageddon, Main Continent, Hades Hive
Four months after the siege——
When he woke up, Hartmann Paul found that his head was on someone's thigh, or that part should be someone's thigh, if the other person still had legs.
But there is no doubt that his leader is completely dead.
But he's still alive. It's incredible. He's survived again.
Turning his head, he found that the priest was also dead. The body in a white priest's robe was lying on top of Hartmann Paul, and his forehead was penetrated by a large piece of broken metal, as if it had a twisted horn.
The metal walls of the warehouse where they used their position were tilted exaggeratedly, blood was splattered everywhere in the room, and he couldn't move at all.
Then, he heard someone moving something, and then the sound of an item box being closed.
"Help."
shouted Hartmann Paul in a hoarse voice.
"Who's there? Please, come and help me."
"Sorry, company commander, I thought you were dead too."
It was the voice of recruit Lunante, and then I saw his big hairy hands reaching down, and then the big man picked up the priest's body from his body and clamped it under his armpit, and then threw it aside casually.
Lunante was just a cook not long ago, but four months after the siege broke out, there was nothing left for him to cook in the hive, so he was naturally recruited to the front line.
"I don't know why I didn't die. Is there anyone else alive?"
"Yes, the correspondent is still alive, but injured. Necker is also alive, but seriously injured."
Lunengte said regretfully:
"Vannis and Glass seemed to be fine. One gunner also survived. The others were all killed."
So, after the twenty-sixth greenskin attack, seven of their entire regiment survived, which is simply incredible.
"It's a miracle."
Hartman coughed twice and said softly:
"The Emperor has blessed us."
Lunengte shrugged and helped him sit up.
"Then next time the greenskins attack again, can the Emperor himself come to help us? Otherwise, there are only seven of us, and a group of farts may not be able to cope with it."
"How is the situation of the position?"
Hartman murmured while trying to stand up and wipe the blood off his face.
"Sir, our position is just like this, with a few broken bricks and tiles, and a heavy explosive shell that can't hit a few shots... Our last regiment commander was too cruel and directly called for artillery to hit the position.
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"This is the only way to survive."
Shaking his head, Hartmann stumbled and took two steps dizzy, then grabbed a nearby piece of debris to steady himself.
"Stand still, Commander."
Lunante said, and at the same time, his big hand suddenly grasped Hartman's arm.
"All the officers are dead. Now you are our regiment leader... Your head must have been hit very hard. You may have been unconscious for several hours. This is why I thought you didn't survive."
Hartmann, who was successfully promoted from company commander to regiment commander, muttered in response. In the past few days, he had changed more than a dozen regiment commanders. He did not expect that in the end this position would fall to him.
Since withdrawing from Position 39, Hartman has truly grown from an ordinary person to a "soldier", and there is only one reason for his growth -
Hatred!
He witnessed the tragic death of his comrades under the wheels of green leather, and also heard the news that his hometown was destroyed and ravaged. He had nothing left, and what was left was only the boundless hatred for the aliens.
As one of the "veterans" who withdrew from the front line, Hartman was immediately incorporated into the main force as soon as he retreated to Hades' nest, responsible for defending the most critical areas.
What they are now in is one of the passages of the south gate of the hive city. Behind it is a power station, which is responsible for providing energy for the void shield in the entire area.
If it weren't for the protection of Hades's layers of void shields, they would have been blown to pieces by the greenskin's long-range firepower, so every power station is crucial.
"Why hasn't anyone come to pick us up yet?"
Their regiment has been here for three days and three nights. It stands to reason that troops should have come to change the defense.
But Lunante, the only one who could speak, just shrugged.
"I don't know either. I'll have to let the correspondent answer you later. He may know some reasons."
"Does the communicator still work?"
"Part of the thing is attached to his head now, and the other parts are scattered everywhere."
Hartmann Paul sighed helplessly, they could not leave the position without orders from their superiors.
"Sir, can you try to leave now?"
Hartman Paul tried to move towards the torn hole in the door. His vision was a little blurry and his head was aching, but overall he felt that there should be no serious problem.
So I silently prayed to the emperor in my heart to thank him for saving me.
"It's okay. It should be fine. Thank you for dragging me out of there."
He then carefully climbed out of the wreckage and walked into an open space created by the impact of the shell and emitting heat.
There was chaos all around, the iron jungle was filled with the smell of corruption and promethium leaking from the cracked fuel tank, a Chimera was burning, and Hartmann Paul could only thank the Emperor for blessing them, so that the thing could be saved.
Yu turned into a ball of fire.
Correspondent Epirus is sitting on a fallen statue with the surviving gunner, medic Vannis is at the edge of the steel fence, and recruit Glass is staring at the corpses. It is estimated that he still has not recovered from the shock of death.
Recover.
Later, Lunengt followed Hartman out of the wreckage with four laser guns in his arms.
"Look who I got."
Lunante said with a grin, and the correspondent left and looked at the two of them in surprise.
"We all thought you were dead, company commander."
He was taking care of his left arm, and the medic Vannis had bandaged it with a bandage. Considering that his left hand was wrapped into a big ball shape, Hartman dared to say that the injury must be serious.
"My luck is not bad."
"Indeed."
After the correspondent finished speaking, he moved in great pain.
"What did you find, cook."
"Four laser guns, some grenades... At least we can have one per person now. At the same time, I also got some ammunition and a flare gun. I think we can use it in the future. By the way,
And the captain’s sword.”
With that said, he handed the command sword into Hartmann's hand.
Looking at the sword full of chips and scars, Hartman felt a little sad in his heart.
"Correspondent, have you received any news?"
"I just wanted to talk about this. The superiors sent an order. Most of the area we are in has been occupied. All living people must immediately retreat to the 39-12 defense zone."
It was not an unexpected result. At this level of fighting, Hartman had already guessed that they would not be able to defend this area. After all, the sound of guns and artillery in the surrounding positions had stopped for a long time.
The key now is whether the road they retreat to is still safe.