Although there was a rest period of 5-6 hours every 10 hours, the continuous fighting still made Hayes somewhat confused and unable to remember how many days had passed.
At this point, the war has become a kind of mechanical torture. Perhaps the hive consciousness has been completely angered by these stubborn opponents. It is no longer preparing to swallow them up in one go, but is eating away at their bodies and spirits bit by bit, on a large scale.
The attacks turned into waves, or even small-scale harassment at regular intervals. As the yellow mist gradually rose, the artillery bombardment and air support became increasingly weak, and more battles required soldiers to hold on to their positions.
The Astartes may still be able to cope with such high-intensity non-stop combat, but it is difficult for mortal soldiers to withstand it. One or two days are fine, but for ten consecutive days and a half, many of them have reached the point where their spirits have reached
reached the limit.
Incidents of friendly fire and misfire occurred more and more frequently, and because the soldiers' reactions began to become sluggish, even the weakest knife bugs were unable to resist, and casualties began to rise sharply.
Even Hayes' company had lost 7 people, 4 were seriously injured, and 11 were slightly injured.
The casualties also put Hayes under much more pressure than the soldiers. He knew all of those people. They were not only comrades who got along day and night, but also fellow villagers from his hometown. He didn't even know how to explain to their parents when he returned.
He originally thought that he was used to seeing death, but in fact he was not.
"Enemy attack!!"
The sharp whistle made Hayes, who was sitting drowsily on the ammunition box, suddenly startled. He jumped up and shouted:
"Enemy attack!!! Prepare for battle!"
After saying that, he picked up the half-drunk drink can next to the box. This energy drink was specially supplied to the officers by the battle group. On it was a funny red ant bull with a thumbs up. This thing worked really well.
One can can keep a person energized for a whole day, but so far he has only been given two cans. It is said that this is for space warriors. He doesn't know if his health will be fine after drinking it, but without it, let alone command, I'm afraid
He couldn't stand anymore, so he had to save his drink.
After taking two sips, Hayes quickly picked up the pistol and the chain sword beside him. This thing was issued but he never used it because it was too heavy. But at this stage of the battle, he found that sometimes this weapon is really good.
Especially when he wielded his mechanical prosthetics, the destructive power surprised even himself.
At this time, the sun has not yet risen in the sky, or it is difficult to see real sunlight on this planet. It is all dirty light filtered by the unknown fog. Just like the previous battle, the one who attacks in the early morning must be gargoyles, about
Ten thousand flew over from the clouds and swooped down towards the stronghold.
The next moment, there was thunder and lightning, and the launched air-burst rockets created brilliant flames in the sky and shot down most of the aliens from the sky.
However, since the number of airburst rockets was seriously insufficient and had to be used, only ten were fired. This resulted in some gargoyles successfully flying through the clearance area, but then the high-explosive bombs of the Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles shattered them.
, bloody pieces of charred flesh fell on him like terrible hail.
As a supplement to the air defense force, a limited number of Hydra air defense vehicles were also distributed to eliminate any fish that slipped through the air defense zone.
"Wow! Damn it!"
There was a burst of cursing around Hayes. It turned out that some of the debris and body fluids spilled by the gargoyles had been poured on them. Although there were washing equipment and shower rooms in the stronghold, as the battle continued and the supply of clean water resources
It is becoming increasingly scarce, and it often takes four or five days for a company to use it. The time is also very limited. It is conceivable that many people have to fight with filth.
"Fuck Tyron!"
Even Little Feton couldn't help but curse, and took out the bloody eyeball of a gargoyle from the back of his neck, threw it on the ground and crushed it. At this time, he could no longer see his original raw appearance, not only had he grown a stubble,
The skin is also a little dry and cracked, and the whole person looks a few years older.
But now there is no time to worry about whether it is clean or not, because the movement of the insect swarm can already be heard.
At this time, the fog was less than a kilometer away from the stronghold's protective wall. All their sightlines were obscured by the thick wall of fog, and they could only wait uneasily for the enemy to appear.
The next moment, as if in some kind of slow motion, a huge claw cut through the fog wall, followed by a tide of chitin and sharp claws rolling out like a dam breaking.
Led by several evil women beasts, there are countless gun bugs and knife bugs.
In response, heavy explosive bombs and multi-laser salvoes from the defense towers immediately hit the sea of worms, followed by mortar shells - but due to excessive ammunition consumption, the mortar's firing frequency was lower than in the past.
It's also much slower.
The reduction in firepower intensity means that the Tyranid creatures have an opportunity to approach the protective wall.
Stepping on the corpses of the same kind and facing the dense rain of bullets fired from the parapet, they arrived at a position less than twenty meters away from the parapet.
Immediately after the gunworms started shooting, a large number of maggots flew towards the parapet. Some of them hit the wall and turned into a mass of filth, adding some fresh marks to the already corroded surface of the colorful and pitted parapet, but some also flew over.
The top of the wall fell on the head of the soldier who was shooting.
"Oh!"
"Inject the anesthetic quickly!"
These days, everyone has gained some experience in dealing with Tyranid creatures. The penetration power of flesh-eating maggots is not strong. Soldiers have added a transparent baffle in front of their helmets to prevent them from being hit directly on the face. At the same time, some armors have
Wrap up the compressed towel distributed by the battle group in an unprotected position - this magical towel played a very unique role in this war. It can even be used as a gas mask in emergencies, because the front of the towel will shrink when it is compressed.
There is a strange mohawk dwarf (dwarf) pattern, which is also jokingly called a dwarf towel.
But even so, there are still people who have been tricked, and the maggots have found the opportunity to burrow into the flesh. In this case, the only way is to immediately watch a large dose of anesthetic near the maggots, anesthetize the maggots and the person together, and then perform emergency surgery to remove the things.
take out.
If the maggots die or rot in the body, the toxins and acid can kill a person immediately, and the best result is amputation.
"Put your head down! Attack the gunworms first!"
Hayes, who put on his helmet, directed and fired downwards with his pistol.
Soon, the corpses of gunworms and knife bugs were piled into a pile, and the overlapping corpses were piled three to four meters high, as if a ladder had been built.
"Throw a grenade! Blow up those corpses!"
The soldiers immediately threw fragmentation grenades outside the wall, trying to blow up the siege ladder composed of the pile of corpses.
Two seconds later, a large number of grenades exploded, and pieces of meat flew up. Hayes heard something collapse and glanced down, seeing the pile of corpses collapsing downwards, leaving a pool of blood on the wall.