Chapter 3329 Red Blood Melting Gold (1)
Marcus Hughes raised his head and felt blood dripping from his forehead, mixing with sweat.
For a moment, he could barely remember where he was or what he was doing.
Suddenly at some point it all came flooding back, and the blasted area in front of him was still so thick with smoke that it was hard to make out anything inside it around its edges.
Some of the frames, tracks, were getting messy and black.
This Leman Russ has been completely destroyed. Several larger pieces of debris were scattered everywhere on the battlefield, and the turret flying a hundred meters away was still smoking.
It took them a long time to get this thing out of the almost overturned equipment bay, but it was all in vain. It only stood on the battlefield for a few minutes.
Panting, Marcus Hughes climbed to his feet, feeling his battered body protesting.
Although his memory is hazy, he remembers running towards Mena, desperate to stop him in his tracks.
Then the aliens opened fire, and the guy who liked to secretly drink in the middle of the night died, all his grandiosity, his big words and charm, lost forever in that terrible green lightning.
Garn is also dead. This man always liked to talk about his four-year-old son and his wife who made delicious pies. He had strong arms that could lift the two people up, but he had an unexpectedly good personality. When he was attacked by the alien When the gauss ray knocked him down from the waist down, he struggled to protect his favorite heavy explosive shell.
Bone's death surprised him the most. Although this man was sometimes annoying, he was a good company commander. Marcus Hughes had been a soldier for 7 years. He had seen many officers, but there were few such smart and wise people. , but his intelligence cannot allow him to survive the gnawing of a group of metal beetles.
There are many people, so many people.
He once believed that everyone was the best, and the officers had always claimed that their comrades were elites, their weapons were the best, and their officers were all of excellent character.
He believes so too
After a while, Marcusius felt that he had regained consciousness and had no time to mourn. On the entire battlefield, new soldiers crawled over from behind. They shook their heads and squatted down carefully.
More were approaching quickly, moving across the pockmarked terrain, intent on closing the temporary gap in the battle.
Marcus Hughes climbed up, his legs trembling, causing his body to tremble with him.
Something hit him in the head and his left ankle was twisted and swollen.
However, he was lucky, the bodies on either side of him were already motionless, and the tank explosion that was trying to serve as a cover took away a dozen soldiers, but not him.
Marcus looked around, backed away, and began to limp back to the relative safety of friendly lines.
As he did so, he felt some strength returning to his legs, and he picked up his pace.
As the smoke cleared, the battle cries came in again.
A wave of relief washed over him as he stumbled back and was quickly overtaken by a ragged group of men in tattered combat fatigues and rifles in hand.
It’s not just him
"What are you doing here, soldiers?"
A harsh voice came from in front of them, and then a group of people came over. The burly officer leading them roughly grabbed his shoulders and waved a sword at his face.
Marcus Hughes's vision was still hazy, the impact of the explosion had not faded, and his grasp of his surroundings was tenuous. "Deserts will be executed immediately! There can be no cowards in the Orpsian Death Army!"
The officer snapped, and seeing that Marcus Hughes had no weapon, he took a grenade and stuffed it into his hand.
"Follow us, we are about to launch the next round of attack!"
Even as the man spoke, the trumpets of the charge sounded again, and echoing shouts came from every direction.
They were under the steps of the outer arch of an alien hall, which was an important target for the enemy. However, the previous nine charges had failed. There were only four entrances, and the number of troops that could be accommodated was very limited. Before, they had also suddenly thought of using tanks to attack them. Rushing in, the results were disastrous.
After all methods failed, the generals obviously decided to continue the attack in the simplest way——
Assault, assault, keep attacking, use human lives to get rid of the hard pile!
On both sides of the stairs, groups of soldiers began to advance. In the distance, groups of death squads holding "thorn mines" were making final preparations. They screamed angrily because they had been injected with an overdose of stimulants.
Behind them, rows of infantry moved forward more cautiously, trying not to irritate the half-mad men.
The general threw in the reserves of the entire division without reservation. The entire army moved forward, and the soldiers moved forward in unison.
Marcus Hughes had no choice but to turn around and move, holding on to his grenade. When passing a corpse, he picked up the opponent's gun.
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There was an unnatural silence on the battlefield. Soldiers were lying on the steps, their bayonets gleaming in the strange green light.
A few seconds later, a harsh whistle sounded, and the officers straightened up and raised their command swords.
"Assault!!! For the Emperor! Die generously!"
Without hesitation, the soldier responded with a harsh shout, stood up and rushed forward.
Marcus Hughes was mixed in and started running together. His weak voice joined the chorus of war cries. At this moment, it seemed that he felt that the gun in his hand was very light. The pain was also forgotten.
But as soon as the soldiers in front stepped onto the last step, a storm of light beams came towards them. In an instant, more than a hundred people were reduced to ashes without even screaming. Some people had their upper bodies wiped off. They died happily like that, but Some people were hit below the waist, or half of their body, in which case part of their body would collapse and the rest would cause continuous pain.
Dozens of unlucky souls fell down the stairs like this, and when blood and internal organs were spilled out, ear-piercing howls sounded from under the breathing masks.
The officers immediately went up and sealed their throats with a sword to ensure that they would not make any more noise that disturbed the morale of the army and to give them a good time.
Those who follow must continue to move forward.
Everyone's face was red, their eyes were red, and the veins on their necks were bulging. On the one hand, it was the tension and excitement of the battlefield, and on the other hand, it was the excessive amount of medicine flowing in their veins. Each soldier was injected with a combination of three medicines. Stimulants will make them fall into a high degree of excitement and passion, but of course there are many costs. But obviously the "future" does not exist in this cemetery, but there are also some people who, due to their physical constitution, the effect of the medicine wears off quickly, such as Marco Hughes. Usually they will be injected a second time, but the price is that it is possible The symptoms of bleeding that appeared were the same kind of tragedy he had seen before in Qingyan. Blood was oozing from his nostrils and eyes, and his eyes became blood red.
Marcus Hughes' medicine has been given to his comrades, but now he no longer has it, and even began to feel a sense of emptiness as the effect of the medicine faded——
But the battlefield would not let him go, let alone the officers.