The battlefield was silent, and the survivors either sat slumped in place like corpses, or wandered aimlessly like walking zombies.
At this time, a group of people came over in a hurry. There were four of them, including the young soldier. They were holding a piece of waterproof canvas in their hands. Each of the four people was holding a corner. Something seemed to be wrapped in the canvas, and there was a faint smoke.
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"Meck! Meck!"
From the temporary headquarters, Alex walked out quickly. He was now several years older than before. Not only were his temples gray, but his skin and lips were as dry as tree bark.
He ran towards the silent team, and the four of them immediately stopped and put the canvas on the ground.
Alex stepped forward, almost unable to believe his eyes.
There was no Mek he was familiar with here, just a pile of rotten meat that was still panting slightly.
Rotten meat is not an exaggeration, because there is no intact skin on the other party's body, and everything below the waist has disappeared. There are only some pieces of intestines and stomach hanging on it, and there is a big hole of 30 centimeters in the chest, which can be seen
The lungs were burned inside and the heart was slowly moving. The left hand was missing, and the right hand was missing below the elbow.
The face was even more horrible to look at. One eye socket was empty, with some viscous liquid still remaining inside, the other was completely white, the scalp was stuck together with dirt and rags, and the ears and nostrils were just bloody holes.
, the lips were also burned until only a little skin remained, and the teeth were exposed.
Alex 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 kill Meck.
And the number of fatal injuries on his body now is at least double digits.
The only explanation is that the remaining drugs in his body are keeping him alive, and he will die once the effects of the drugs wear off.
"Meck."
Alex squatted down and held the other person's broken arm. The other person's skin was still hot.
"Yari...Ke..."
An almost whisper-like voice flowed out from between the slightly opened teeth.
Alex immediately changed from squatting to kneeling, lying next to Meck, listening carefully to the other person's last words.
"This... business... is a huge loss..."
"I will pay it back! I will definitely pay it back! Meike, I promised you!"
"No...no...use...repay..."
Meck tilted his head slightly, and a smile seemed to appear on his ferocious face.
"...I...have been...for a lifetime...a rotten person...a political commissar...you said...
Will the God...the God-Emperor...will...accept...my...soul..."
"He will! He will! We will all be reunited under the Golden Throne!"
"That...is...so...so good..."
With the last gasp, Meck's body no longer moved at all.
Alex wanted to say something in the end, but found that any words were meaningless. He did not feel sad because there had been too many such sacrifices during this time.
All regiment-level and battalion-level officers under him have basically been replaced more than twice, not to mention those ordinary soldiers.
Now that the war has started, even he is a little desperate. More than 300 million surviving civilians are crowded into a small upper nest. Young adults, including teenagers over 15 years old, have gone to the battlefield. But even so, they still lose their crumbling defense line again and again.
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The news in the distance was always bad, and the support for Helrichs was not going well. The Orcs mobilized a large number of psykers and suddenly launched an attack on the city, killing nearly half of the people in the hive in an instant.
If the Blood Angels hadn't descended from the sky, the hive would have almost fallen.
But then this founding group with outstanding military achievements also fell into a bitter battle. They had to fight against enemies tens of thousands of times their size. In order to avoid orbital strikes, Orks broke into pieces in large numbers and sneaked into the underground of the hive, causing the battle to be difficult.
increase further.
The situation in the equatorial jungle is not optimistic either. After a period of recovery, the previously dispersed Ork tribe gathered again and continued to launch attacks on the subcontinent, containing a large number of human forces.
Therefore, in this case, the support that can be provided to Hades's nest is very limited.
"Sir, the Astartes are here."
Suddenly, Yarick's deputy spoke, and he stood up and looked behind the position.
I saw three temporarily modified armored vehicles approaching quickly, and then ten Astartes jumped out from them, including recruits of the Astral Knights and Blood Angels warriors.
"Commissar Yarick, we have repelled the enemies on the east side."
The one who spoke was Armin. Due to the "death" of Callistarius, he is currently the commander of all the Space Marines in the Hades Hive, including several Blood Angel warriors who also obey his orders.
"You arrived just in time. The commander here just died."
Yarick glanced at Meck's body on the ground, then bent down to cover it with a canvas and let the soldiers take it to the rear for burial.
"As a result, the defense has become very weak and may need your help."
"Understood, we will be responsible for the defense of this area next."
As he spoke, Armin paused, which immediately caught Yaric's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"Commissar Yarick, we just felt a large-scale psychic explosion in the north."
"That's a friend of mine."
"friend."
Armin stared at Alec meaningfully for a while, then nodded.
"It seems that you have already made arrangements, so I won't worry about that. However, the situation to the west is also very bad. You'd better go 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 losing there - because stationed there was Moise, the leader of the Wild Dog Gang.
The Wild Dog Gang is known for its unity, and those who join must take a blood oath, and everyone is called brothers and sisters.
After handing over the position to the Astartes, Yaric took a car to the west position. Along the way, he saw many wounded soldiers retreating, and he felt bad.
When he arrived at the position, he found that the situation was worse than he imagined.
The position on the west side is actually established along the upper nest protective wall, so it is the area with the best geographical advantages in the entire nest city. However, attackers from other directions face the problem of complicated and narrow roads, and the west side is the area with the best geographical advantages.
It is a very spacious attack front, because it is the main land entrance and exit of the upper nest, so it is unobstructed and unobstructed, which is very suitable for the greenskins to exert their numerical advantage.
Therefore, this place was heavily attacked by greenskins.
The last time Yarrick came here, there were many fortifications and fortifications here, which could be called an iron wall.
But now, most of the bunkers have turned into burning ruins. The city walls have been damaged in many places. Huge craters are scattered all over the position. In addition to twisted machine guns and artillery, there are also scattered stumps and broken arms. Everywhere you look,
yes.
The wails of the wounded soldiers and the cries of the survivors made the place feel like a cemetery where a funeral was being held.
One kilometer away, the sound of artillery was still rumbling, and it was obvious that the greenskins had not stopped attacking.
Yarrick's arrival did not change the atmosphere much, and even the guards were too lazy to salute.
He walked straight to the command post. As soon as he entered, he saw his old acquaintance lying on a stretcher, and the white quilt covering him was stained red.
The strong smell of disinfectant lingered in the air for a long time.