Chapter 664: Inferno of War
“Private, don’t be stupid.”
Hartman Paul called Glass up from where he was sitting.
Medical Soldier Vannis squatted under the remains of the wall, leaning forward to take care of Machine Gunner Nek who was lying on the ground. Next to him was the opened medical bag.
Hartman walked over and took a look.
"How's it going?"
"Necker's current condition is such that he can't walk."
The medic shook his head and said with regret,
"This is not hemostasis on the battlefield. I don’t think he can survive the injury that Bao can handle.”
After the correspondent Epirus wiped his face with his hands, he moved his eyes to the side and whispered:
"Yes, I think so too."
Hartman sighed. Necker was a warrior. When all his comrades were killed, he carried a heavy machine gun all by himself to support him, and he was able to hold on to the position. He is the main reason.
"Okay, then what should we do?"
"You know what we should do, commander."
The words of the medic were cruel. Metaphor, Hartman recognized immediately.
"I...oh, throne, I'm the leader here now, aren't I? I guess this job can only be done by me."
He walked towards Nek, the machine gunner was very reluctant He was alive, his internal organs had been pierced by a long fragment, his breath was weak, and his face was pale.
Hartman looked at each other and shook his head.
"Neck, there's really nothing I can do. I'm really sorry. The medic has tried his best, but..."
"I know."
An ugly smile appeared on the machine gunner's face, which was covered in blood and dust.
Hartman, who was struggling in his heart, lowered his head and prayed for a moment, and then pulled out his pistol.
"This is the emperor's mercy."
After saying that, he shot Necker through the head.
“You can’t do this!”
The gunner, who had been sitting on the ground resting, heard the gunfire and immediately turned his head. When he saw Hartmann shooting Necker, he immediately protested loudly and jumped up from the fallen tree where he was sitting.
Hartman looked at Necker on the ground for a short while, then walked away from him.
"It has been done, and I do have the right to do so. As we all know, this is what the regulations stipulate - if someone is injured and cannot continue, then it is a kind of mercy to end his pain early, or when When a person's condition endangers the safety of other comrades around him, senior officers have the right to exercise the emperor's mercy."
"Even so..."
The gunner was about to speak, but Lunengte was about to speak. He had already put a big hand on the opponent's shoulder, and the gunner swallowed his words immediately.
"You'll attract the greenskins if you yell about this, kid."
Lunante said calmly.
“We are all in the same boat now, and we don’t want to worry about it now, you know what I mean?”
The gunner nodded, although he still looked like a He looked disgusted, but it was obvious that he had understood what the big man meant.
There are rumors in the group that Lunengte was once a well-known gang member, or at least the right-hand man of a gang tycoon, the kind of person who would break other people's knees for money, or even do more ruthless things.
At that moment, he believed it. "My name is Sivali, gunner, second class"
Hartmann Paul glanced at him.
"You are just a private now. Before you find the next gun, I have the final say here. Everyone, hurry up and distribute the equipment. We will leave immediately."
Hartman glanced at Necker's body, bent down and took off the other person's dog tags, and whispered:
"I'll take you home."
They basically said nothing after that. After briefly collecting supplies and the dog tags of the fallen, they set off for the designated retreat location.
After leaving the position, they entered a residential area. The streets were blocked by debris scattered on the ground, but they did not find any roadblocks or fire points.
“What a mess.”
Everyone slowed down and avoided some vehicle wreckage that had been destroyed by some heavy weapons. They all looked like civilian vehicles, with thin metal on them. The board was torn apart like the outer packaging of rations.
Hartman tried not to look closely at the carnage inside the car, because no matter who was in these cars, their charred bones should be completely entangled after death, and it would take a high-level coroner to identify them. Which body it originally came from.
However, this possibility is very slim. I am afraid that only the emperor knows who they are, and perhaps only his old man would care about such a thing.
Until now, they have found no signs of survivors, but Hartman still hopes that the greenskins have given up here.
Along the way,
there were corpses lying everywhere, mostly human, of all ages and genders, apparently shot by bullets or killed while trying to escape. Sharp melee weapons chopped him to pieces.
There were also soldiers who died trying to cover the retreat of civilians.
However, the situation is not one-sided. There are also many green-skinned corpses lying around, as well as some grunts. Hartman has nothing to say about the fact that there are so many civilians in the war zone. The remaining safe areas in the hive are getting smaller and smaller, and food and water have gradually become huge problems
, so it is impossible for everyone to be sheltered.
"The war has been over for some time."
Hartmann concluded after pausing to look at the body of a captain who died protecting civilians that the man's weapon had been After taking it away, the greenskin killed him. Judging from the wounds on the corpse of a grunt nearby, it was obviously a large-caliber automatic pistol.
There were at least more than a thousand corpses in this place, and most of them had begun to decay. It was obviously not a day or two ago.
Luneng nodded and stared at the green-skinned corpses in a daze, obviously hoping that he could burn them to ashes with the flamethrower in his hand.
“It looks like that.”
The deeper you go to the rear, the worse the situation becomes. Everything you see is the barbaric atrocities of the invaders-the killing and destruction of those beasts purely out of own instinct.
Although Hartmann is usually gentle, this time he felt unable to suppress the anger in his heart.
His unforgettable hatred for these aliens deepened. He could not accept that a peaceful and peaceful community was destroyed in one day, especially when he learned that his hometown had suffered the same suffering not long ago. Such shame was heartbreaking. Intolerable.
At this time, the team kept moving forward in the reconnaissance queue, several meters apart from each other, alternately covering each other from one bunker to another, relying on sign language to maintain contact, and trying to minimize the sound of communication.
When Hartman was about to leave the bunker at the entrance of a store, Runant suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone, and he turned around and hid in the shadow of a trash can.
"There are enemies."
This is the meaning of his sign language, while raising his weapon.
Hartman clenched the laser gun in his other hand, squatted low, and aimed at the street outside.
It didn’t take long for everyone to reach their target.
(End of this chapter)