Chapter 673 Trenches and Soldiers
As Hartmann walked through the trenches, rats twitched at his feet, his rabbit-like feet hanging to the ground, and his dusty fur was full of lice.
A soldier screamed with a broken throat and fired randomly at the resting place he dug under the fortifications in the fully automatic mode of the laser gun - it seemed that the big rats scared him, or maybe It was his nightmare that scared him.
The company commander in charge of the position arrived quickly, took away the rifle from the hands of the maniacally shouting soldier, and then gave the soldier an uppercut on the chin, and there was a sound of breaking bones. , the man fell into the ditch and groaned.
Hartmann had no expression on his face and just said softly as he passed by the company commander:
"He is crushed, give him a break."
Since the beginning of the siege, Hartmann has seen many soldiers suffer mental breakdown, even madness, in brutal battles. After all, the real profession There were very few soldiers, and most of them were improvised, without training or preparation.
Faced with this situation, the officers had no good solution. In order to prevent panic from spreading, the most common method was to directly execute those soldiers who had suffered a mental breakdown.
The standards of each regiment are different.
In Hartman's heart, as long as he does not attack his own people with weapons, he can be forgiven.
But this man had just opened fire on his comrades,
Hartman could not leave him behind under any circumstances.
“Yes——”
The company commander only hesitated for two seconds, then pulled out his pistol and shot the fallen soldier in the head, completely ending his pain and nightmare. .
“Don’t let those mice go either. Wash them clean and they’ll become meat.”
He casually patted the confused company commander,
Hartman turned and returned to his den. He didn't dare to sleep in his room at night. He was afraid that he would find the soldiers collapsed as soon as he came out. , the green skin rushed up.
So he slept in the trenches at night - actually half awake and half asleep, in order to be ready for emergencies at any time.
So during the day, he needed to catch up on two hours of sleep.
Hartmann walked to the door of the command post in the third traffic trench. The door was covered with a protective layer of polyester fiber and an anti-gas curtain. Then he opened the heavy door and opened it. Curtain, walked into the deep tunnel.
The officer's dugout was built in a relatively deep position. The light inside was provided by sodium-burning lamps. The light was very cold, as white as frost. The floor was paved with intact mud boards. There were even some symbols of civilized society inside - —Shelves, books, icons, and coat racks.
Of course, these are all picked up on the battlefield.
When walking into the command tunnel, Hartman first noticed Elie Sidi, a 16-year-old boy.
He has an easy-going personality and a simple mind. Because his shooting accuracy is terrible, others call him "Blind Boy", but Hartman knows that he originally worked in a small radio station, so he let the other person become him. messengers and correspondents.
This is also his only entourage. The manpower is tight, and almost everyone who can go to the trenches has gone up. His regiment basically has no civilian and logistical personnel.
In fact, Hartman didn't like to stay with this child. The other person's age and his bright eyes reminded him of his lost hometown. But it might be for this reason that he kept the other person by his side. He couldn't explain clearly. .
"Stop standing, sit down."
Hartman sat down at his small camping table. Eli hesitated for a moment, and then sat where the officer asked him to sit.
“You look as hungry as I thought.”
As if planned, the waiter brought two plates of food - stir-fried egg white cubes plus rat meat, and There was a big piece of roasted hard starch.
While Hartman was already tucking into his meal, Eli was still staring at the plate.
"Eat quickly, you don't have the opportunity to eat the food rationed by the officers every day."
Ellie nervously picked up his fork and started eating. The best meal he'd had in months, and it reminded him of his days as an apprentice engineer at a radio station.
Not long after eating, he started gobbling it up. Hartman smiled and admired it, and when the meal was over, it was time to get down to business.
"So what did the military dispatch say this morning?"
"I don't know, sir."
Ellie said, taking out the communique package and placing it on the table.
"I just brought it here, I never asked what's in it."
Hartman paused for a moment, took a sip of the steaming purified water, and then reached out Take the package.
As Hartman unwrapped the plastic package and took out the printed document, the boy's mind wandered.
"I've been waiting for that thing to give me news all night."
Then he pointed to a tactical communication machine built in the mud wall with a green light.
“But it told me nothing.”
Hartmann glanced at the dispatch he had taken out of the package.
"Tsk tsk tsk, bad news, all bad news. The last power station cannot be defended, and several more colonels have been killed. The reinforcements still send "coming soon" messages from time to time, and our navy is still on track. Banquet, they have claimed to have killed the greenskin warlords with orbital bombardment thirty times. Why is there no news about them? They are not also on vacation, right? When did Armageddon become a resort? . ”
After eating, Eli felt warm and comfortable all over his body. Although the commander seemed to be saying something very bad just now, he was not worried at all.
“Sir.”
Hartman looked up.
“What happened?”
"I think, um...I think it's time for the enemy to attack."
"How do you know..."
Ellie was about to answer, but the first wave of shells roared out Come.
Boom——————————!
Hartman almost jumped to his feet and overturned the table. His sudden movement, not the scream of the shell, made Eli jump up in shock.
The commander of the 9th Infantry Regiment of Armageddon fumbled for his pistol, then hung the holster on his waist in an orderly manner, and then he grabbed the talker on the communicator under a pile of books.
"Attention all units! Arm, arm! Prepare to meet the enemy!"
He had expected the greenskins to attack at night, but he had not expected that the greenskins would choose their most lax forces. It's time to launch a surprise attack.
These beasts have also grown up!
Just as the shell hit the trench, Hartmann rushed out of the gas curtain of the command post. A large cloud of dust fell from the top of the trench behind him, and the narrow passage was filled with the roar of soldiers. .
Suddenly, a shell roared and hit the back wall of a trench lower than Hartmann's position, blasting a hole that could accommodate a motorcycle and knocking two panicked soldiers away.
In an instant, Hartmann's body was covered with mud and water. He grabbed his command sword and slowly climbed to the firing position at the top of the trench.
There was chaos and panic in the trenches. Soldiers scattered in all directions ran towards their positions, screaming and roaring one after another.
“Damn! So many!”
(End of this chapter)