Chapter 663: A lonely city in desperate situation
Standard Terra calendar, 942.M41
Planet Armageddon, main continent, Hades Hive
4 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 is still alive. Incredibly, he survived again
Turning his head, he found that the priest was also dead, and his body in a white priest's robe was pressed against Hartmann Paul On his body, a large piece of broken metal penetrated his forehead, as if he 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, but he couldn't move at all.
Then he heard someone moving things, and then the sound of the item box being closed.
"Help me."
Hartmann Paul shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Who's there? Please, come and help me."
"Sorry, company commander, I thought you were dead too."
It's recruit Lunengte Then I saw his big hairy hands reach 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 after the 4th month of the siege, 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 anyone else alive?”
“Yes, the correspondent is still alive, but injured. Necker is also alive, but injured. "Very serious."
Lunente said regretfully:
"Vannis and Glass seemed to be fine. One gunner also survived, and the others were killed."< br>
So, after the twenty-sixth greenskin attack, seven of their entire regiment survived, which is simply incredible.
“This is a miracle.”
After Hartmann coughed twice, he said softly:
“The Emperor has blessed us.”
Luneng Te 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."
"The situation of the position How's it going?"
Hartman murmured while trying to stand up and wipe the blood off his face.
"Sir, this is what our position is like, a few broken bricks and tiles, and a heavy explosive bomb that can't be fired at many times. Our last regiment commander was too cruel and directly called for artillery to hit the position. ”
“This is the only way to survive.”
Shaking his head, Hartman stumbled and took two dizzy steps, then grabbed a nearby piece of debris to steady himself.
"Stand still, commander."
Lunengte said, and at the same time, the big hand 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. "
Hartman, 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 the position would fall to him in the end. superior.
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 -
Hate!
He witnessed the tragic deaths of his comrades under green leather wheels, and also heard the news that his hometown was destroyed and ravaged. He had nothing left, 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 the Hades nest, responsible for defending the most critical areas. What they are now in is one of the passages at the south gate of the hive city. Behind it is a power station, responsible for providing energy for the void shield in the entire area.
If it weren't for the protection of Hades' layers of void shields, they would have been blasted to pieces by the greenskin's long-range firepower, so every power station is crucial.
"Why hasn't anyone come to meet us yet?"
Their regiment has been here for three days and three nights. It stands to reason that troops should 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."
"Is the communicator still working?"
"Part of the thing is attached to his head now, and the other parts are scattered everywhere."
Hartman Paul With a helpless sigh, they could not leave the position without orders from their superiors.
"Sir, can you try to leave now?"
Hartmann Paul tried to move towards the torn hole in the door. His vision was a little blurry and his head was confused. It hurts a bit, but overall it feels like it shouldn't be anything serious.
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 from there."
He then carefully climbed out of the wreckage and walked into a piece of debris that was struck by a shell. , in the open space exuding heat.
All around was a mess, the Iron Jungle was filled with the smell of corruption and promethium leaking from the cracked fuel tank, a Chimera was burning, Hartmann Paul could only thank the Emperor for blessing them , which saved this thing from turning 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 is still Not recovering from the shock of death.
Later, Lunengt followed Hartman out of the wreckage holding four laser guns.
“Look who I brought here.”
Lunengte 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. His left hand became a big ball. 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 and some grenades. At least we can have one per person now, and I also got some ammunition and some grenades. There is a flare gun, which I think we can use in the future, and by the way, there is also the captain’s sword.”
With that said, he handed the command sword into Hartman'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 instructions. Most of the area we are in has been occupied. All Those who are alive must immediately retreat to the 39-12 defense zone.”
It is not an unexpected result. At this level, Hartman has guessed that they cannot defend this area. After all, there are many surrounding positions. The sound of gunfire has stopped for a long time.
The key now is whether the road they retreat to is still safe.
(End of this chapter)