Chapter 162 Soldier Assault (Part 1)
Another day passed. Wearing dirty uniforms stained with mud, they waited for orders behind a higher trench that blocked the line of fire.
Four kilometers away from the landing area, most of the soldiers looked at the rough stone wall as a temporary barrier in a daze. The experience on the front line had driven the fear out of their bodies.
There are many zombie-like soldiers who no longer believe in the fact that they are still alive. Their faces show that they have accepted their upcoming fate.
Miller, who had been promoted to company commander, turned his back to the trench, looking at the soldiers who had been selected and marked as elites, realizing that most of them had already Mentally exhausted.
The priests walked towards the queue, saying nothing but muttering blessings.
Because death is waiting quietly in front of the trench, in the dry land without a drop of water, in the thousands of meters long bunkers and gun bunkers built in special shapes on the other side.
The fire coverage of those guns and artillery was carefully planned, and the zigzag defense line was formed into a deadly star shape to meet any surprise attack with ruthless firepower.
The aliens have assembled a large number of troops to protect the core of their satellite fortress. This huge fortification even has a large defensive laser array located in an extension of the bunker, so that it can be passed directly through the bunker. The void shield of the main body.
When this laser array can work, the fleet cannot directly attack the fortress. If the fleet cannot directly attack the fortress, the void shield cannot be exhausted.
And if the void shield cannot be exhausted, then there is no doubt that the alien is safe.
Therefore, the fortifications, which are comparable to meat grinders, must be broken through by infantry assault.
The 2413th Infantry Regiment has already tried to do this. They attacked two days ago and failed, leaving only a lot of blood and corpses.
Those soldiers knew these things well. If they crashed, they would end up in the same fate.
They turned their attention away from the defensive laser array far away in the assault trench, which projected deadly firepower on the starships in orbit, and focused their attention on their superior officers, just like the nobility of those officers Bloodline can block fire from aliens.
However, those officers were no less afraid than their lower-ranking soldiers. Their calmness was just a performance, an expression on their faces.
Both soldiers and officers know that this is the case. They share the fear of being unacknowledged, whether they are high-ranking or ordinary people.
When they boarded the transport ship and said goodbye to their families, no one could have expected such a situation.
However, they must face the jaws of death.
Those officers who may have never looked back to look at their soldiers in the camp before are now looking back constantly, checking the soldiers they lead again and again.
Their worries increased, not just about the situation of the war, but about their own fate.
In such a depressing atmosphere, Miller walked through the silent trenches with a cigarette in his mouth.
Compared with his men, the new company commander has many advantages.
First of all, his body is very strong. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a head taller than those ordinary soldiers.
At the same time, even after the battle, his uniform was much cleaner than that of his colleagues, which was considered by his men as one of the proofs of their natural leadership, which meant that he only had to worry about his own worries. .
The front line was quiet, and the regimental flags on the ground were flipping in the biting cold wind.
The communication channel was silent, as if nothing happened.
Maybe everyone is used to it. Since landing here a week ago, everything has happened day after day.
Every day, the artillery bombardment will start at the same time.
Every day, the soldiers would set out from their camp and arrive in the trenches.
Every day, they would climb over the top of the trenches and fight their enemies meter by meter for the blood-soaked ground.
Finally, when the two sides separated like tired bulls, they retreated to their respective lines until the next numerical morning.
But everyone knows that there is no morning at all on the Flen-5 satellite, and it is always dusk here.
Whoosh————!
A piercing scream pierced the sky, and the alien laser array was activated, which also marked the moment for the two sides to see each other again. Every ten minutes, the air is rent by man-made thunder, caused by the way high-energy weapons emit streams of heat and fire at orbiting ships.
Miller's hand reached for his pistol and turned up the holster with his thumb, the outside mud falling away from his weapon.
After a long period of bombardment, the asteroid has become a dirty world with no way to keep anything clean.
Enemy fire marked the beginning of the day's action.
In retaliation, the human artillery fired back. The roar of many artillery made the lieutenant think that the orbital bombardment had not stopped.
"Keep calm, Lieutenant. If you can't encourage your people, then rely on your people to find encouragement."
Suddenly, a dog with a gun was nowhere to be found in this muddy war zone. A white-gloved hand grasped Miller's shoulder.
“War and fear make all men equal in the eyes of the Emperor, and comradeship is the Emperor’s gift to those who serve him.”
Commissar Yarrick appears at Miller's side and tries to comfort him, even though Miller knows the man could shoot him for the smallest act of cowardice.
The other party has a kind of fanaticism that goes deep into his bones, and this thing that comes from faith basically cannot be changed.
"I also hope they can get used to this."
Miller muttered. He glanced at Zheng Yu's smooth uniform that shone from the tip of his hat to his boots. He didn't know how the other party did it. He keeps his dick so clean.
Arik's hand let go of him.
"Can't wait to join the battle? Very good, I commend your courage. Your desire to get close to the enemy and fight with it is a kind of credibility."
Young Zhengshi Miller nodded in approval, but Miller didn't tell the other person that it was just because he was tired of fear rather than courage that pushed him to end the matter.
The company's chaplain and his acolyte approached Miller, their censer's bitter incense diluting the stench of the rotting corpse.
The priest began his prayer and anointed everyone's weapons with holy oil.
With half the group gathered here, Miller murmured a prayer as he went along, until the priest finished his blessing and walked away.
Suddenly, a movement in the crowd spread from the front of the platoon. The soldiers changed their formations and turned their heads.
“It looks like the soldiers are ready.”
Alex said looking straight ahead.
"Attention!"
Miller said to his command team, beside him were the orderlies and deputy company commanders - also experienced veterans who had just been promoted.
The messenger carries a long-distance radio, while the deputy company commander carries a flamethrower.
The last member of the command team is a medical soldier. It is said that he is from a noble family and is also a serious doctor, not the goddamn veterinarian in Miller's previous company.
But Miller didn't know how he got into a low-level infantry regiment like the 4377th.
Soon, a burst of radio rustling came from the radio station.
"The communication system is online"
The messenger said, and he and Miller looked at each other.
"Very good, today's order will be issued soon, soldiers, check your weapons!"
Miller's voice sounded a bit flashy to most soldiers' ears, because
the instructions were basically the same every day.
(End of this chapter)