Marcus Hughes raised his head and felt blood dripping from his forehead, mixing with sweat.
For a moment, he could barely remember where he was or what he was doing.
Suddenly at a certain moment, everything rushed back like a flood. The blasted area in front of him was still filled with thick smoke, and it was difficult to make out anything inside at its edges.
Some frames and tracks have become messy and black.
This Leman Russ had been completely destroyed. Several larger fragments were scattered around the battlefield, and the turret flying a hundred meters away was still smoking.
It took the team a long time to get this thing out of the almost overturned equipment compartment, but it was all in vain. It only stood on the battlefield for a few minutes.
Panting, Marcus Hughes climbed up, feeling his bruised body protesting.
Although his memory is hazy, he remembers running towards Mena, desperate to stop his progress.
Then, the aliens opened fire, and the guy who liked to drink secretly in the middle of the night died. All his grandiosity, his big words and charm were lost forever in that terrible green lightning.
Garn is also dead. This man who always liked to talk about his four-year-old son and his wife who made delicious pies, had strong arms that could lift the two people up, but had an unexpectedly good personality. When he was attacked by the alien
When the Gauss ray knocked him down from the waist down, he still tried hard to protect his favorite heavy explosive shell.
Bone's death surprised him the most. Although this man was sometimes annoying, he was a good company commander. Marcus Hughes had been a soldier for 7 years. He had seen many officers, but there were few such smart and wise people.
, but his intelligence cannot allow him to survive the gnawing of a group of metal beetles.
There are many people, so many people...
He once believed that everyone was the best, and the officers had always claimed that their comrades were elites, their weapons were the best, and their officers were all of excellent character.
He believed so too...
After a while, Marcusius felt that he had regained consciousness and had no time to mourn. On the entire battlefield, new soldiers crawled over from behind. They shook their heads and squatted down carefully.
More men were approaching rapidly, crossing the rugged terrain, intent on closing the temporary gap in the battle.
Marcus Hughes climbed up, his legs trembling, causing his body to tremble together.
His head was hit by something, and his left ankle was twisted and swollen.
However, he was lucky. The bodies on both sides of him were already motionless. The tank that was trying to serve as a cover exploded and took away more than a dozen soldiers, but not him.
Marcus Hughes looked around, backed away, and began to limp back to the relative safety of the friendly lines.
As he did so, he felt some strength returning to his legs, and he quickened his pace.
The smoke gradually dissipated, and the battle cries came in again.
He stumbled back and was soon overtaken by a group of ragged men, their combat uniforms in tatters and holding rifles in their hands. A wave of relief washed over him.
It's not just him...
"What are you doing here, soldiers?"
A harsh voice came from in front of them, and then a group of people came over. The burly officer leading them roughly grabbed his shoulders and waved a sword at his face.
Marcus Hughes's vision is still unclear, the impact of the explosion has not faded, and his grasp of the surrounding environment is also very weak.
"Deserts will be executed immediately! There can be no cowards in the Orpsian Death Army!"
The officer said sternly. Seeing that Marcus Hughes had no weapon, he directly took a grenade and stuffed it into his hand.
"Follow us, we're going to launch the next round of attack!"
While the man was speaking, the charging horn sounded again, and echoing shouts came from all directions.
They were under the steps of the outer arch of an alien hall, which was an important target for the enemy. However, the previous nine charges had failed. There were only four entrances, and the number of troops that could be accommodated was very limited. Before, they had also suddenly thought of using tanks to attack them.
Rushing in, the result was disastrous consequences.
After all methods failed, the generals obviously decided to continue the attack in the simplest way——
Assault, assault, keep assaulting, using human lives to get rid of the hard pile!
On both sides of the stairs, groups of soldiers began to advance. In the distance, groups of death squads holding "thorn mines" were making final preparations. They were screaming angrily because they had been injected with an overdose of stimulants.
Behind them, rows of infantry moved forward more carefully, trying not to irritate these half-mad people.
The general threw in the reserves of the entire division without reservation, and the entire army moved forward, with groups of soldiers advancing in unison.
Marcus Hughes had no choice but to turn around and move, holding on to his grenade. When he passed a corpse, he picked up the opponent's gun.
An unusual silence suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The soldiers were lying on the steps, their bayonets gleaming in the strange green light.
A few seconds later, a harsh whistle sounded, and the officers straightened up and raised their command swords.
"Assault!!! For the Emperor! Die generously!"
Without hesitation, the soldier responded with a harsh shout, stood up and rushed forward.
Marcus Hughes was mixed in and started running together. His weak voice joined the chorus of war cries. At this moment, it seemed that the gun in his hand was very light and the pain was forgotten.
But as soon as the soldiers in front stepped onto the last step, a storm of light beams came towards them. In an instant, more than a hundred people were reduced to ashes without even screaming. Some people had their upper bodies wiped off. They died happily like that, but
Some people were hit below the waist, or half of their body, in which case part of their body would collapse and the rest would cause continuous pain.
Dozens of unlucky souls fell down the stairs like this, and when blood and internal organs were spilled out, a harsh howl sounded from under the breathing mask.
The officers immediately went up and sealed their throats with a sword to ensure that they would not make any more noise that disturbed the morale of the army and to give them a good time.
Those who follow must continue to move forward.
Everyone's face was red, their eyes were red, and the veins on their necks were bulging. On the one hand, it was the tension and excitement of the battlefield, and on the other hand, it was the excessive amount of medicine flowing in their veins. Each soldier was injected with a combination of three medicines.
Stimulants will make them fall into a high degree of excitement and passion, but of course there are many costs.
But obviously the "future" does not exist in this cemetery, but there are also some people who, due to their physical constitution, the effect of the medicine wears off quickly, such as Marco Hughes. Usually they will be injected a second time, but the price is that it is possible
The symptoms of bleeding that appeared were the same kind of tragedy he had seen before in Qingyan. Blood was oozing from his nostrils and eyes, and his eyes became blood red.
Marcus Hughes' medicine has been given to his comrades, but now he no longer has it, and even began to feel a sense of emptiness as the effect of the medicine faded——
But the battlefield will not let him go, let alone the officers.