Chapter 1797 New Company Commander
The battle was over, but Hayes did not feel relaxed. The sound of bells and bells rang through the dim ruins. This sad sound passed through the rubble and echoed in everyone's ears.
While the soldiers were working hard to collect the bodies of their comrades, the bells of the priests were ringing all the time. This was to remind the souls of the fallen soldiers to return to the Holy See and to pray to the Emperor to take care of these not noble but brave men. People, let evil stay away from them.
During this time, Hayes has been looking for something.
The bodies of Marco and Thomson were found. The former was fine and basically complete, but the latter not only lost half of his body, but also the part of his head above the lower jaw.
Hayes just wanted to find the lost limbs of his comrades, because Hashet often said that those who come intact should leave intact.
But he failed, and heard even worse news -
Their company commander was killed in battle. He didn't even remember the other party's name, but this veteran was tough and tough. His decisive style left a deep impression on him.
As he walked in the camp, Hayes felt that the weight of his soul was like a boulder tied around his neck. He had witnessed too many deaths today, and every time he passed a body lying When there are corpses on the ground, his heart will become even heavier.
At this time, he watched the corpse trucks slowly driving along the road cleared by the armored troops before, and the corpses were piled in the vehicles like firewood.
He stopped and watched as the driver got out of the driver's seat and, together with several porters, carried the body to the corpse truck.
These corpse collectors did not take any precautions. They looked the same as ordinary Astra Militarum. Only the black helmets on their heads distinguished them from ordinary soldiers.
Hayes came to the side of his comrades. He shook his head regretfully at Hashet, and then said his final farewell to the people on the ground.
"Next life"
Hashet looked at the two dog tags in his hand, shook his head, and sighed:
"In your next life, reincarnate in the upper nest. Don't go to the lower nest and live a miserable life."
"Uncle Hashet, what is the next life? What does reincarnation mean?"
Haha Xie Te stretched out his hand, rubbed Hayes's head, and murmured to himself:
"Thinking about it that will keep us from despairing completely"
"Thinking about it."
Hayes looked down at the corpse covered with white cloth on the ground. No matter how vivid the life was, it seemed that in the end only a withered body was left.
He still remembered that the instructor once said that facing death will make people lose their weakness. However, Hayes found that he had not become stronger.
At this time, the priest came over and circled the incense burner in his hand around the deceased, praying for the emperor's blessing for the soul of the deceased, and then the porters took the body away.
The priest continued to walk towards the other corpses, his white robe swaying in the dim firelight, and a slight breeze brought the stench of the battlefield. This smell was not welcome under normal circumstances, but now it appeared in the face of death. It pales in comparison.
After clearing the battlefield, it was time to eat, because today is Sanguinius' Day. Thanks to their regiment leader Arni, the soldiers got extra meals, not only half-warm bread, but also There was a piece of fruit, a large piece of roasted meat from an unknown bird, and a very rare dessert - ice cream with some industrial aromatics added.
The improved food has restored the soldiers' low mood a little. The situation seems not as bleak as before, but this is an illusion, coming from the temporary fullness, but still no one talks about the honor of the regiment anymore, no one cares, Or even if they still care, they put the value of living above any illusory concepts such as responsibility and honor.
For many people, the future seems dark and uncertain no matter how they look at it. But for Hayes, who tasted sweets for the first time, the joy brought by the milky white ice cream made him forget many complicated emotions. Hashet even gave up his own share - the veteran said that his stomach was not good Too good to eat these things.
Beside Hayes, Haschet was playing with an old-fashioned radio. It is said that he exchanged a pocket watch he found from a dead man for another, veteran oil man He was very smart in this regard. Knowing that this kind of thing was hot, he changed it out as soon as possible.
Soon, after a burst of white noise, a pleasant but monotonous female voice came from the radio.
"...Later this month, 1.2 million officers and soldiers of the Empire launched the battle to liberate the planet's capital Aining. They fought fiercely for a week and killed countless enemies. In addition, during this battle, the Empire's invincible artillery fired tens of thousands of artillery pieces, covering hundreds of kilometers and causing heretics to scurry away. ...According to reliable sources, the imperial artillery killed a major leader. The heretic snatched the body back, wrapped it in red cloth, and carried it away while crying loudly. It has been confirmed by many parties that this person must be the leader of the heretic blood snake demon..."< br>
Hachet sneered after hearing this.
“That’s bullshit. The Space Marines were so easily bombarded to death by you? Then couldn’t I kill one of them with a knife?”
Suddenly, the half-eaten sea Si thought of something, put the carton of ice cream aside, then took out the expedition manual issued in the recruit camp from his backpack, and then wrote very seriously on the first page in crooked Low Gothic. After writing down the feelings of this battle, I put a gold star behind the names of Marco and Thomson on the second page, then turned to the third page and punched a hole.
“You still have it.”
The fish-headed fisherman came over after seeing it, and then grinned, as if he was a catfish that had swallowed the bait.
“I have forgotten this thing.”
Suddenly, he slapped his head.
“Yes, I can’t even read, how about you help me write it.”
As soon as Fitz said this, other people in the class also joined in and put the book together. The expedition manual was thrown to Hayes, causing him to scramble.
"Wait a minute, the instructor said that you have to write it yourself-"
"Kid, you know the characters, it's pretty good."
A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Hayes turned his head. , he saw a man covered in dust as if he had just rolled out of a coal pile, standing on a sandbag, looking down at him.
He seems to be in his thirties. The armor on his body looks badly worn, almost even the logo is worn off. He is holding a laser gun in one hand, his helmet hanging on the muzzle, and there is some blood spattered on his body. , his skin looked dark and dirty - or covered in gunpowder smoke, his short black hair looked like weeds, even the stubble on his chin, this man was more like a refugee than a soldier.
But his eyes gave Hayes a different feeling. He didn't know how to describe it. Rather than saying tired, he felt a little tired. Contrary to this kind of boredom, his eyes were very bright. On such a gray body, it seems that there should not be such a pair of smart eyes. Perhaps these are the brightest eyes that Hayes has ever seen. They seem to contain a lot of emotions, like teasing and pity.
But when he laughed, he seemed a little nervous.
Although it was the first time they met, Hayes subconsciously felt that the other person always had a smile. Probably everyone around him would feel this way when they saw him for the first time, but this smile was not necessarily comfortable. , because it was not a smile but an attitude, an attitude that made Hayes' reluctantly happy mood quickly sink.
Weird, this was his first impression of Hayes.
Hachet also looked at this person carefully, and then frowned.
“Who are you? Which company is it?”
(End of this chapter)