Chapter 628: Homeland of Death (Part 2)
“Damn it!”
Sommer had already felt the shock of falling shells when Cerberus rushed to the edge of the slope, on both sides of him , the only two Hellhounds left in the company were using flames to drive away the inexhaustible greenskins, but there were too many, too many -
He swore that he had never seen so many living things in his life. Things, never.
The company originally had 8 Cerberus, but one hour after the battle started, only 3 of them were left, and the infantry covering them had long been defeated. Now those around them are Can't run away anymore.
Sommer was shaking and sweating, but he was still trying to maintain it. The beams and color spots flickered in the observation slit, and the entire row of flames illuminated the thick fog and illuminated the black skeleton of the starship in the distance.
Everything was shaking, his mouth was dry, and the smell of rubber filled his throat.
"Look out!"
The driver screamed, pulling the vehicle aside before slamming into the wreckage of a destroyed Cerberus ahead.
Sommer cursed, and the surrounding greenskins were like a herd of beasts squeezing out of their stables. Cannonballs exploded among them, overturning them and leaving large pieces of debris on the ground. But they had no intention of stopping.
"Left side!"
The gunner turned the turret and threw out a fire snake, and then a dozen greenskins began to dance wildly in the flames.
"Promethium reserves are insufficient!"
Hearing the gunner's roar, Sommer's eyes twitched. His superior had been killed, and now he could only rely on himself to judge. Microphone The main channel is like a thick wall of mixed noise.
Just bickering and screaming.
This is not a battle, this is chaos.
Sommer opened the company's channel.
“We have to withdraw!”
He shouted into the microphone.
“Where to go?”
One of them responded quickly, and Sommer only thought for three seconds.
"There is still a solid front line in the northwest, which is the only retreat channel. We can go directly to Hades' nest."
"That's it?"
< br>"This is the only thing that works, so this is the plan, otherwise we all have to die here and this war is lost!"
Sommer's voice was hoarse and he could hear the distortion of the transmitter. .
"Retreating is the only way for us to survive."
"Copy that."
Soon, three Cerberus vehicles formed an assault formation, then turned around, and the surrounding infantry immediately Realizing something, they cursed and scrambled to climb onto the hot car body.
The hellhounds didn’t care so much. They accelerated their speed and headed northwest——
………………
Plain of Ashes, Position 39
After a morning of chaos, the sun gradually set in the west, and everyone began to immerse themselves in eating. Only the young Shechar looked up from time to time to look at Hartman.
Hartman also felt a little ashamed that he had just spoken, but who made him introverted? Who said he was not a political commissar?
But even though he is an officer, he really can't stand it.
The crowd who felt hungry due to the previous thrilling scene quickly devoured almost all the reserved ration bars. Then Hartmann then said to the soldiers who were already planning various escape methods:
"I'm going to find those veteran soldiers for supplies."
"Sir, be careful."
"Fuck you MD."
Maybe it's because the battle this afternoon was actually very good. It's beautiful. The veterans' attitude towards him has been much better. At least they are willing to open the warehouse door for him.
Obviously it was dinner time for the old soldiers, but in fact, except during the battle, he had never seen them stop talking.
"Welcome, recruit."
The veteran patting his shoulder armor has a big white beard. If he can avoid the people from the Ministry of Justice and the Tribunal, he can set up a crystal ball and open a fortune-telling shop. It must be very attractive.
"You performed well today, for a new recruit."
Hartman complained in his heart, you are a cowardly bastard, you obviously have a gun, but you pretend to be a stick. . "But after you pull the trigger, I'm afraid you have to learn to save ammunition."
"Well, we just want to..."
"It's okay."
The bearded man waved his hand as if to ward off a non-existent fly in front of him.
"Ammunition is for living people, what's the use of guns for dead people? Killing the greenskins is the first priority, right?"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and two people behind him Every veteran put down their tableware and went back to the second floor.
"I know what you're here to do, don't worry, I've already prepared it."
Hartman smiled gratefully, not knowing how to answer.
Recalling my original contempt and hostility towards these people, I couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Come, take it."
The bearded man turned sideways and asked the two veterans to stuff the black iron objects in their arms into Hartman's arms, along with a long string of bullets that looked like physical bullets. stuff.
"This is -"
"I picked it up from a pile of green-skinned corpses. It's as good as new."
The bearded man looked pleased.
With no other choice, Hartman could only leave the warehouse with this pile of "support".
At this moment, the sun has set in the west. In the distant dark night, the flash of a battle can be vaguely seen blooming on the other side of the ridge, and violent explosions and heavy impacts can also be heard.
It seems that a fierce battle is breaking out not far from here, and the shock wave distorts the air and sound.
All the soldiers stood up in a hurry, crowded around the station and looked out. The scene was chaotic and noisy. Everyone wanted to take a look, but no one knew what was happening.
"Strange. Why does it feel like the battle line is so close to us?"
"According to the time, the army should be fighting fiercely with the greenskins more than 100 kilometers away. How could they get there? Here.”
“Could it——”
"Don't be so clumsy!"
These temporary soldiers were talking a lot, people were in turmoil, and Hartman was also uneasy.
“Look!”
Suddenly, someone screamed, and Hartman turned his head to look, only to see a burning truck rushing out of the night on the other side of the bridge.
It was like an out-of-control beast, falling headlong on the river embankment. Then the car door opened and a figure fell out.
"Go and have a look!"
With great uneasiness, Hartman walked over with several people.
After getting closer, he found that this was indeed a person. Judging from the uniform and epaulettes, he was still a major officer. But at this moment, he was lying face down on the ground, covered with blood, and there was a deep wound behind his back. The scars seemed to have been cut with a sharp weapon.
"Is he dead?"
The recruits were a little scared, but Hartman stepped forward and wanted to see if the man still had a pulse.
But when he just stretched out his hand, the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.
“Let’s go——”
The man raised his head and saw that his face was covered with scars from burns and cuts, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"The front line is over! Let's go quickly——"
Before he finished speaking, Hartman heard a strange scream, which seemed to come from above his head.
"Little——"
The next second, his whole world fell apart.
In the first few seconds, everyone was enveloped by a hellish hailstorm. Hundreds of light points fell from the night with shining trajectories into the bridgehead position, like fire falling from the sky, or It was an explosive meteor shower.
Every light point exploded into a blazing fireball after it hit the ground. The huge impact knocked the soldiers to the ground and exploded in all directions like grenades.
Hartmann stood unsteadily in the hot wind. He saw three trucks in his company being hit by those hot and strange bolides. They trembled, then exploded into a ball and flew away screaming. of fragments.
Only then did he finally see clearly that those meteors were actually red rockets!
This is not a hell of a hailstorm, this is a surprise attack!
(End of this chapter)