Medical soldier Vannis squatted under the broken wall, leaned over to look after the machine gunner Nek lying on the ground, next to him was the opened medical kit.
Hartman walked over and took a look.
"How is it?"
"Neck's current situation cannot be gone."
The medical soldier shook his head and said with regret,
"This is not an injury that the Battlefield Hemorrhage Pack can handle. I think he can't stand it."
Correspondent Epirus wiped his face with his hand, turned his gaze to the side, and whispered:
"Yes, I feel so."
Hartman sighed softly. Neck was a warrior. With all his comrades killed, he supported him everywhere with a heavy machine gun. The main reason was that he could stand up.
"Okay, then what should we do?"
"You know what we should do, leader."
The medical soldier's words were a cruel metaphor, and Hartman immediately realized it.
"I...oh, throne, I am the leader here now, right? I guess I can only do this job."
He walked towards Neck, the machine gunner was reluctantly alive, his internal organs had been pierced by a long fragment, his breath was faint and his face was pale.
Hartman looked at the other person and shook his head.
"Nak, I'm really helpless. I'm really sorry, the medic has tried its best, but..."
"I know."
An ugly smile appeared on the machine gunner's face, covered in blood and dust.
Hartman, who was struggling in his heart, lowered his head and prayed for a moment, then pulled out his pistol.
"This is the mercy of the emperor."
After saying that, he shot Neck's head with one shot.
"You can't do this!"
The gunner, who had been sitting on the ground, immediately turned his head when he heard the gunshots, saw Hartman shooting Neck, and immediately protested loudly, and jumped up from the falling tree where he was sitting.
Hartman looked at Neck on the ground for a short while, then walked away from the other party.
"It has been done, and I do have the right to do so, as we all know, the regulations stipulate that - if someone is injured and cannot continue, then it is a kind of kindness to end his suffering early, or when a person's condition is critical to the safety of other comrades around him, the senior officer has the right to execute the emperor's kindness."
"Even if that's the case..."
The gunner was about to speak, but Lunengte had already put a big hand on the other party's shoulder. The gunner immediately swallowed the words back.
"You'll be yelling because of this, you'll attract green skin, boy."
Lunengte said calmly.
"Now everyone is on the same boat, and now we don't want to worry about it. Do you understand what I mean?"
The gunner nodded. Although he still looked disgusted, he had obviously understood the meaning of the big guy.
There are rumors in the group that Lunengte was once a famous gang member, or at least a capable gangster of a gang tycoon, the kind of person who would break other people's knees for money and even attack even more ruthlessly.
At that moment, he believed it.
"My name is Sivari, gunner, second class"
Hartman Paul glanced at him.
"You are just a private now. Before you find the next cannon, I have the final say here. Everyone, get the equipment assigned quickly and we will leave immediately."
Hartman glanced at Neck's body, bent down to remove the opponent's dog card, and whispered:
"I'll take you home."
After that, they basically said nothing. After simply collecting supplies and the dog cards of the dead, they set out to the designated retreat location.
After leaving the position, they entered a residential area, and the streets were covered with wreckage scattered on the ground, but they did not find any roadblocks or fire points in it.
"It's really a mess."
Everyone slowed down and bypassed the wreckage of some vehicles that were destroyed by some heavy weapons. They all looked like civilian vehicles, and the thin metal plates on them were torn apart like ration packaging bags.
Hartman tried not to carefully check the tragic situation in the car, because no matter who stayed in these cars, the burned bones after their death should have been completely entangled. It is estimated that a senior coroner would have to be invited to identify which body they originally came from.
However, this possibility is very slim. I am afraid that only the Emperor will know who they are, and it may be that only the Old Man He will care about such things.
Until now, they have found no signs of survivors, and despite this, Hartman hopes that Greenskin has given up here.
Along the way,
There were corpses everywhere, mostly humans, of all ages and genders, and apparently when they tried to escape, they were hit by bullets or chopped into meat sauce by sharp melee weapons.
There are also soldiers who died in order to cover the retreat of civilians.
However, the situation is not one-sided. There are also many green-skinned corpses lying around, and some farts - Hartman has nothing to say about the fact that there are so many civilians in the war zone. The security area left in the nest is getting smaller and smaller, and food and water are gradually becoming a huge problem.
Therefore, it is impossible for everyone to be able to receive refuge and shelter.
"It's been a while since the war."
After stopping to check the body of a captain who died in protecting civilians, Hartman concluded that after the man's weapon was taken away, Greenskin killed him, judging from the wound on the corpse of a slut next to him, it was obviously a large-caliber automatic pistol.
There are at least a thousand bodies in this place, most of which have begun to corrupt, obviously not a day or two ago.
Luneng nodded, staring at the green-skinned corpse in a daze, obviously hoping that he had a flamethrower in his hand to burn them to ashes.
“It looks like that.”
The deeper you go to the rear, the worse the situation becomes, with the eyes full of barbaric atrocities of the invaders - the killing and destruction of those beasts is purely out of their own instinct.
Although Hartman was usually gentle, this time he felt unable to suppress the anger in his heart.
His unforgettable hatred for these aliens became even deeper. He could not accept that a peaceful and peaceful community was destroyed, especially when he learned that his hometown had suffered the same suffering not long ago, such a shame was intolerable.
At this time, the team kept the reconnaissance queue, several meters away from each other, alternately covering each other from one bunker to another, relying on sign language to maintain contact, and try to minimize the communication sound.
When Hartman was about to leave the bunker at the door of a store, Lunengt suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone, while he turned around and hid in the shadow of a garbage can.
"There are enemies."
This is the meaning of his sign language, and he raised his weapon at the same time.
Hartman tightened the laser gun in his other hand, squatted down, and aimed at the street outside.