When Sommer rushed to the edge of the slope, he felt the vibration of the falling shells. On both sides of him, the only two remaining Hellhounds in the company were using flames to dispel the burning green skin, but too much, too much-
He swore that he had never seen so many living things in his life, never.
The company originally had 8 Hellhounds, but only three of them were left after the war started. The infantry that covered them had long been defeated, and now those around them could no longer escape.
Sommer was shaking and sweating, but he was still trying to maintain it. The beams and spots were flashing in the observation cracks, 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 his car aside before hitting a destroyed Hellhound wreck in front of him.
Sommer cursed, and the green skins around him were like a crowd of beasts running out of the beast railings. The shells exploded between them, overturning them, leaving large pieces of wreckage on the ground, but they had no intention of stopping.
"Left!"
The gunner turned the turret and threw out a fire snake. Then more than a dozen green-skinned men began to dance wildly in the flames.
“There is insufficient progester reserves!”
Hearing the gunner's roar, Sommer's eyes twitched violently. His superiors had been killed. Now he could only judge by himself. The main channel of the sender was like a thick wall made of mixed noises.
There is only quarrel and screaming.
This is not a battle, it is a chaos.
Sommer opened the company's channel.
"We have to withdraw!"
He shouted at the megaphone.
“Where to go?”
One of them responded quickly, and Sommer only thought for three seconds.
"There is a solid front in the northwest, and it is the only retreat channel, and we can go directly to Hades' Nest."
"that's all?"
"This is the only thing that works, so that's the plan, or we all have to die here, this war will fail!"
Sommer's voice was hoarse, and he could hear the distortion of the sender.
“Retreat is the only way we can live.”
"receive."
Soon, three hellhounds formed a commando formation and turned the front of the car. The surrounding infantry immediately realized something. While cursing, they rushed to climb onto the hot car body.
The hellhounds didn't care about that, they accelerated and went all the way to the northwest.
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Ashes Plain, Position No. 39
After a morning of chaos, the sun gradually set, and everyone began to eat. Only the young man Shechar looked up at Hartman from time to time.
Hartman was also a little ashamed of his speech, but who made him introverted? Who made him not the political commissar?
But after all, he was an officer, so he really couldn't bear this face.
Everyone who felt hungry because of the previous thrilling scenes quickly ate almost all the reserve ration sticks. Then Hartman said to the soldiers who had already considered various means of escape:
"I'll go find the masters and soldiers to ask for some supplies."
"Be careful, sir."
"Go to you MD."
Perhaps the battle this afternoon was actually very beautiful. The veterans have a much better attitude towards him, at least they are willing to open the warehouse door for him.
Obviously, the soldiers were also dinner time at this time, but in fact, except during the battle, he had not seen their mouths stop.
"Welcome, recruit."
The veteran who was patting his shoulder armor had a big white beard. If he could hide away those from the legal department and the court, it would be very good to put on a crystal ball and open a fortune telling shop.
"You guys performed well today, for the recruits."
Hartman complained in his heart that you are a cowardly bastard. You obviously have a gun, but you can hold a stick.
"But after you pull the trigger, you may still have to learn to save ammunition."
"That, we just want to..."
"fine."
The bearded man waved his hand like driving away a non-existent fly in front of him.
"Ammunition is for living people, what's the use of dead people with guns? Killing green skin is the first priority, right?"
As he said that, he clapped his hands, and the two veterans behind him put down the tableware and turned to the second floor.
"I know what you are here to do, don't worry, I'm ready long ago."
Hartman smiled gratefully, not knowing how to answer.
When I recalled the contempt and hostility towards these people, I couldn't help feeling ashamed.
“Come, receive.”
The bearded man turned sideways and asked the two veterans to stuff the dark iron things in their arms into Hartman's arms, with a long list of things that looked like physical bullet links.
"This is--"
"I picked it up from the pile of green corpses, and the repairs are the same as new."
The bearded man looked relieved.
There was no choice but to leave the warehouse with this pile of "support".
At this moment, the sun had already set. In the distant dark night, you could vaguely see the flash of a war blooming on the other side of the ridge, and violent explosions and heavy impacts also rumbling.
It seems that a fierce battle is breaking out not far from here, and the shock waves twist the air and sound.
All the soldiers stood up in a hurry and squeezed around the station to look out. The scene was chaotic and noisy. Everyone wanted to take a look, and everyone didn't know what was going on.
"Strange...why does it feel like the front line is very close to us?"
"By the time, the army should be fighting with Green Skin more than 100 kilometers away, how could it be here?"
"It shouldn't be-"
"Don't be crow's mouth!"
These temporary soldiers were talking, and people were in a turmoil, and Hartman was also uneasy.
"look!"
Suddenly, someone screamed, and Hartman turned his head and saw a fire truck rushing out of the night across the bridge.
It was like an out-of-control beast, falling on the river bank, and then the car door opened and a figure fell out.
"Go and have a look!"
With great anxiety in mind, Hartman walked over with a few people.
After getting closer, he found that this was indeed a person. Judging from his uniform and epaulette, 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 behind him, as if he had been cut out by a sharp weapon.
"He...will he die?"
The recruits were all a little scared, but Hartman walked forward to see if the man still had a pulse.
But as soon as he reached 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 burns and slashes, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"The front line is over! Go quickly-"
Before he finished speaking, Hartman heard a strange roar, as if coming from the top of his head.
"Small--"
The next second, his whole world fell apart.
In the first few seconds, everyone was shrouded in a hail, and hundreds of light spots fell from the night with shining trajectories, like fire falling from the sky or a burst of meteor showers.
After each light spot fell to the ground, it exploded into a hot fireball. The huge impact force knocked the soldiers to the ground and exploded around like a grenade.
Hartman stood unsteadily in the hot wind. He saw three trucks in his company hit by those hot and weird fire meteors, which trembled and then exploded into a ball of shabby flying.
It was not until this time that he finally saw that the meteors turned out to be red rockets!