Sommer had already felt the shock of the falling shells when the Cerberus rushed to the edge of the slope. On both sides of him, the only two Cerberus in the company were using flames to disperse the inexhaustible greenskins, but too
Much, too much——
He swore that he had never seen so many living creatures in his life, never before.
The company originally had 8 Cerberus, but one hour after the battle started, only 3 of them were left. The infantry covering them had long been defeated, and those who were around them now could no longer escape.
Sommer was shaking and sweating, but he was still trying to maintain it. The beams and color spots flickered in the observation slit, and the entire row of flames illuminated the thick fog and illuminated the black skeleton of the starship in the distance.
Everything was shaking, his mouth was dry, and the smell of rubber filled his throat.
"careful!"
the driver screamed, pulling the car aside before hitting the wreckage of a destroyed Cerberus ahead.
Sommer cursed, and the greenskins around him were like a herd of beasts squeezing out of their stables. Cannonballs exploded among them, overturning them and leaving large pieces of debris on the ground, but they did not stop at all.
means below.
"Left side!"
The gunner turned the turret and threw out a fiery snake, and then a dozen greenskins began to dance wildly in the flames.
"Promethium reserves are insufficient!"
Hearing the gunner's roar, Sommer's eyes twitched. His superior had been killed, and now he could only rely on himself to judge. The main channel of the transmitter was like a thick wall made of miscellaneous noises.
Just bickering and screaming.
This is not a battle, this is chaos.
Sommer opened the company channel.
"We have to retreat!"
he shouted into the microphone.
"Where to go?"
One of them responded quickly, and Sommer only thought for three seconds.
"There is still a solid front line in the northwest. That is the only retreat channel. We can go directly to Hades' nest."
"that's all?"
"This is the only thing that works, so this is the plan, otherwise we will all die here and this war is lost!"
Sommer's voice was hoarse, and he could hear the distortion in the microphone.
"Retreating is the only way we can survive."
"receive."
Soon, the three Cerberus vehicles formed an assault formation and then turned around. The infantrymen around them immediately realized what was happening. They cursed and scrambled to climb onto the hot vehicle body.
The hellhounds didn't care so much. They accelerated their speed and headed northwest -
………………
Plains of Ashes, Position 39
After a morning of chaos, the sun gradually set in the west, and everyone began to immerse themselves in eating. Only the young boy Shechar looked up from time to time to look at Hartman.
Hartmann also felt a little ashamed that he had just spoken, but who made him introverted? Who made him not a political commissar?
But as an officer, he really couldn't bear to look like this.
The people who felt hungry because of the previous thrilling scene quickly devoured almost all the reserved ration bars. Then Hartmann said to the soldiers who were already planning various escape methods:
"I'm going to find those old soldiers for supplies."
"Sir, be careful."
"Fuck you MD."
Perhaps it was because he actually did a good job in the battle this afternoon. The veterans' attitude towards him was much better, and at least they were willing to open the warehouse door for him.
Obviously it was dinner time for the old soldiers, but in fact, except during the battle, he had never seen them stop talking.
"Welcome, new recruits."
The veteran who was patting his shoulder armor had a big white beard. If he could avoid the people from the Legal Department and the Tribunal, setting up a crystal ball and opening a fortune-telling shop would definitely be very popular.
"You performed well today, for a new recruit."
Hartman complained in his heart, you are a cowardly bastard, you obviously have a gun, but you pretend to be a stick.
"But after you pull the trigger, I'm afraid you have to learn to save ammunition."
"Well, we just want to..."
"fine."
The bearded man waved his hand as if to ward off a non-existent fly in front of him.
"Ammunition is for living people, what's the use of dead people using guns? Killing the greenskins is the first priority, right?"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and the two veterans behind him put down their tableware and headed back to the second floor.
"I know what you're here to do. Don't worry, I've already prepared it."
Hartmann smiled gratefully, not knowing how to answer.
Recalling my original contempt and hostility towards these people, I couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Come and receive."
The bearded man turned sideways and asked the two veterans to stuff the black metal objects in Hartman's arms, along with a long string of things that looked like physical bullet chains.
"This is--"
"Picked it from a pile of green-skinned corpses and repaired it like new."
The bearded man looked pleased.
With no other choice, Hartmann could only leave the warehouse with this pile of "support".
At this moment, the sun has set in the west, and in the distant dark night, the flash of a battle can be vaguely seen blooming on the other side of the ridge, and violent explosions and heavy impacts can also be heard.
It seems that a fierce battle is breaking out not far from here, and the shock wave distorts the air and sound.
All the soldiers stood up in a hurry and crowded around the station to look outside. The scene was chaotic and noisy. Everyone wanted to take a look, but no one knew what was going on.
"Strange...why does it feel like the battle line is so close to us?"
"According to the time, the army should be fighting fiercely with the greenskins more than a hundred kilometers away. How could they reach here?"
"Could it be——"
"Don't be so clumsy!"
These temporary soldiers were talking a lot, people were in turmoil, and Hartmann was also uneasy.
"look!"
Suddenly, someone screamed, and Hartman turned his head and saw a burning truck rushing out of the night on the other side of the bridge.
It was like an out-of-control beast that fell headlong onto the river embankment. Then the car door opened and a figure fell out.
“Go check it out!”
With great uneasiness, Hartmann walked over with several people.
After getting closer, he found that this was indeed a person. Judging from the uniform and epaulettes, he was still a major officer. But at this moment, he was lying face down on the ground, covered in blood, and there was a deep scar on his back, which seemed to have been cut with a sharp weapon.
Out.
"He... he shouldn't be dead, right?"
The recruits were a little scared, but Hartman stepped forward to see if the man still had a pulse.
But when he just stretched out his hand, the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly.
"Walk--"
The man raised his head and saw that his face was covered with scars from burns and cuts, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"The front line is over! Let's go quickly——"
Before he finished speaking, Hartmann heard a strange scream, which seemed to come from above his head.
"Small--"
The next second, his whole world fell apart.
In the first few seconds, everyone was enveloped by a hellish hailstorm, and hundreds of light points fell from the night with shining tracks into the bridgehead position, like fire falling from the sky or an exploding meteor shower.
Each light point exploded into a blazing fireball after it hit the ground. The huge impact knocked the soldiers to the ground and exploded in all directions like grenades.
Hartmann stood unsteadily in the hot wind. He saw three trucks in his company being hit by those hot and strange bolides. They trembled, and then exploded into a ball of shrieking fragments.
Only then did he finally see clearly that those meteors were actually red rockets!
This isn't a hell of a hailstorm, this is a surprise attack!