The only thing Stryker can be sure of is that the enemies are very powerful and numerous, and their shabby nest may not be able to hold out for more than a few hours.
Tracked vehicles are designed to crawl smoothly over rough terrain, and now the hedgehog was going so fast that both of them were wobbling in the cab.
"It would have been easier for the governor to die, but he ended up leaving this fucking mess to me."
After thinking about it, Stryker stood up.
About half an hour ago, Governor Adisak, who had lost all retreat, used a global broadcast to announce at the last moment when the enemy was about to rush into the governor's mansion that he would hand over the title of governor and all power over the planet to the supreme military commander of Paiji, Shi Cui.
Colonel Ke, then activated the preset bomb, committing suicide and martyring his country.
A gust of dusty wind blew outside the car, sweeping across the sun visor in front. The last beam of light had already fallen behind them, and there was only darkness ahead.
Stryker grabbed his headband and took it off. He was out of breath and needed to calm down.
However, those horrific images still kept popping up in his mind.
It was even difficult for him to describe the terrifying forms of the things he saw. Are they monsters or demons?
But now, the only thing he can do is to immediately gather everyone from the 183rd Catachan Regiment, as well as those who can still fight. He does not intend to continue to defend Attica, which has become a dead place.
A simple strategic plan began to form in his mind - to preserve as many effective forces as possible, and to use the complex terrain of Paidu to deal with the enemy until the imperial reinforcements arrived.
And this is what the Catachans are best at.
In the next hour, Stryker worked hard to retrieve most of the 183rd Regiment. The original deployment of 800 people now only had more than 600 people left.
The vast majority of the mortal garrison had been defeated, and Stryker no longer wasted effort to gather them.
It sounds cruel to say, but it is very realistic. If you bring too many tow bottles, the 183rd Regiment will most likely be annihilated in Attica, and the entire Pavilion Star will inevitably fall.
Therefore, Stryker must abandon the hive and everyone in it.
They began to retreat toward the swamp outside the city, passing through the outlying buildings of the hive city, rushing down the embankment, and passing through the concrete fortifications on a six-lane highway.
The driveway was littered with vehicle wreckage, and huge oil tanks were burning with blazing flames. Under the traffic signs that were blown to pieces but still flashed the speed limit and direction, Stryker urged the strong men to continue moving forward.
The cannons still roared from the hive dome, but Stryker would never look back.
To get to the swamp, they had to pass through a large worker's residential area. Signs in the corridors of these residential areas were engraved with slogans that encouraged the workers to complete their work goals and praised the emperor.
They didn't see the enemy, but
The halls and corridors of the residential area were littered with corpses, and broken glass and broken plastic littered the ground.
Fires were burning in some areas, filling the air with floating cinders that looked like incandescent snow.
There are also flies, those dark, fat flies.
Flies were buzzing, radio traffic was deafening like a crossfire, and some kind of psychic phenomenon had effectively cut off any support, or anything else.
“What’s going on with the floating barge fleet now?”
Hearing Stryker's voice, the correspondent pressed the communication bead and replied:
"They have basically evacuated. According to the plan you made, sir, the floating barge fleet is now concentrating towards the camp at the foot of Mount Olympus, but the psychic power is destroying the planet's navigation system. No one knows how many of them will be able to arrive in the end.
"
Colonel Stryker raised his head and looked at the purple corrosive turbulence in the sky.
There is no doubt that no matter what aircraft, they will lose their sense of direction in this nightmare storm.
Being so close to the power of chaos made the colonel feel dizzy and his sense of balance was gone.
He felt nauseous, there was a throbbing pain in his temples, and he had goosebumps.
Along the way, a dozen people had suddenly suffered nosebleeds, and several others were convulsing and vomiting. It was obvious that continuing to stay in the hive would lead to death. Stryker's plan had been proven to be absolutely correct.
Now they are almost out of this area.
"You stinky pigs, please be careful!"
Stryker roared in a suppressed voice:
"We are still in the hell lair!"
The 183rd Catachan Jungle Fighters made their way through a buzzing cloud of flies and down a corridor strewn with torn plastic and scraps of paper.
Suddenly, something seemed to explode one kilometer away, and the shock wave shook the ground.
Stryker walked to the corner of the hall and motioned for his soldiers to come over. The hedgehog following him was shooing away flies and muttering some imperial prayers to himself.
This may be the oath of allegiance to the Emperor that he learned in his hometown.
Home……
This place was once someone's home, and Stryker suddenly thought of this cruel fact.
Once upon a time, in this noisy old high-rise building, in this noisy old corridor, hard and humble workers came back from their shifts in the manufacturing factory, cooking shabby meals for their tired children.
"hedgehog!"
He pointed to the stairwell.
"Check over there."
The hedgehog wiped his mouth, stretched his neck, like a pianist preparing to play, and then took out the thermal imaging night vision field he used when hunting in the jungle of his hometown.
Through night vision goggles, he carefully scanned the area.
"Sir, nothing unusual was found."
"OK."
So they continued to move forward cautiously, covering each other, and walked forward along the broken stairs that had been bombed.
While walking, Stryker noticed a corpse on the ground. The man's head had been cut in half, and he still held a frying spoon in his hand.
The colonel sighed,
Go into another corridor.
There is a smell of burning human flesh here,
Stryker walked along a wall and looked at the rubbish and broken furniture everywhere in the ruins.
Looking towards the wall, under a pile of chaos symbols painted with black paint, dolls and children's toys were nailed to the wall.
Stryker stared at the dolls nailed to the wall, feeling inexplicably angry.
He could think of how many families and friends had lost their children forever.
"Um!?"
Suddenly, Stryker noticed a detail, a detail that shouldn't be there if it were a doll.
The next moment, he realized with shock and anger that these dolls were not all children's toys——
"I'll fuck his blood mother's chaotic garbage!"
Stryker couldn't control himself anymore and roared, startling the other Catachan warriors.
They had never seen the commander in such an angry shape, like a Catachan demon whose egg had been stolen.
But the colonel did not explain much. Instead, he led the soldiers quickly through this hell on earth, from the protective wall on the edge of the city into the primitive jungle full of dangers. They were also the only survivors in the entire Attica.