The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 675 Trenches and Soldiers

  As Hartman walked through the trenches, the mice twitched at his feet, their feet like rabbits hanging on the ground, and the dusty fur was full of lice.

A soldier screamed with a broken voice, and fired randomly at the resting place he dug under the fortifications in the fully automatic mode of the laser gun-it seems that those big mice scared him, or maybe his nightmare scared him. he.

The company commander in charge of the position quickly arrived and snatched the rifle from the screaming soldier, and then gave the soldier an uppercut on the jaw. There was a sound of broken bones, and the man fell into the water. Moaning in the ditch.

   Hartman didn’t have any expressions on his face, he just whispered as he passed by the company commander:

   "He is crushed, give him a good time."

Since the beginning of the siege, Hartman has seen many soldiers suffer mental breakdowns and even madness in cruel battles. After all, there are very few real professional soldiers, and most of them are temporary signs, neither training nor ready.

  In the face of this situation, the officers have no good way. In order to prevent the panic from spreading, the most common method is to directly execute the soldiers who have mentally broken down.

  The standards of each group are different,

  In Hartman's heart, as long as you don't attack yourself with weapons, you can forgive him.

  But this man has just opened fire on his comrades in arms,

   Hartman can’t keep him anyway.

"Yes--"

  The company commander only hesitated for two seconds, then he drew his pistol and shot a shot to the head of the fallen soldier, completely ending his pain and nightmare.

  "Don't let those mice go, they are also meat when they are washed."

   casually patted the dazed company commander,

   Hartman turned and returned to his den. He didn't dare to be in his house at night. He was afraid that as soon as he came out, he would find the soldiers collapsed, and Green Skin rushed up.

  So he sleeps in the trenches at night-in fact, half awake and half asleep, in order to deal with emergency situations at any time.

  So during the day, he needs to make up for two hours of sleep.

Hartman walked to the command post door in the third traffic trench. The door was covered with a protective layer made of polyester fiber and a gas-proof twilight curtain. Then he opened the heavy door, turned the opening curtain, and walked into the deep In the deep tunnel.

The officer’s air-raid trench was built in a position relative to the review. The light inside was provided by a lamp burning sodium. The light was cold and white as frost. The floor was paved with intact mud boards. There were even symbols of civilized society inside— -Bookshelves, books, icons, and coat racks.

  Of course, these were picked up on the battlefield.

  As he walked into the command tunnel, Hartman first noticed Ellie Siti, a 16-year-old boy.

  He has an easy-going personality and simple mind. He was called "blind boy" because of the terrible shooting accuracy, but Hartman knew that he had worked in a small radio station, so he made the other party his messenger and correspondent.

  This is also his only entourage. The manpower is tight, and almost all those who can go to the trenches have gone up. His regiment has basically no civilians and logistics personnel.

In fact, Hartman doesn't like to stay with this kid. The other person's age and his bright eyes remind him of his lost hometown, but it may also be the reason why he left the other person by his side, and he can't tell. .

   "Stop standing, sit down."

   Hartman sat down at his small camping table. Ellie hesitated for a moment, and then sat down at the position requested by the chief.

   "You look as hungry as I thought."

  As if it was planned, the man brought two dishes of food-fried egg white pieces plus rat meat, and a large piece of roasted hard starch.

  Elie was still staring at the plate when Hartman was eating.

   "Hurry up. You don't have the opportunity to eat the food rationed by the officer every day."

  Ellie nervously picked up his fork and ate it. This was the best meal he had eaten in the past few months. It reminded him of the days when he was an apprentice engineer at the radio station.

  Not long after eating, he gobbled it up.

  Hartman smiled and admired, and when the meal was over, it was time to talk about business.

   "So what did the military newsletter say this morning?"

   "I don't know, sir."

  Elie said, taking out the bulletin package and putting it on the table.

   "I just brought it here. I never ask what's inside."

  Hartman paused for a while, took a sip of steaming purified water, and then reached for the package.

  As Hartman unsealed the plastic package and took out the printed documents, the teenager's thoughts wandered.

   "I've been waiting for news from that thing all night."

  After that, he pointed to a tactical telegraph that was built in the mud wall with a flashing green light.

   "But it told me nothing."

   Hartman glanced at the newsletter that came out of the package.

"Tsk tusk, the bad news, it's all bad news. The last power station will not be able to hold, and a few colonels have been killed in battle. Reinforcements still send out messages of'coming soon' from time to time, and our navy is still on track. For the banquet, they have claimed to have killed the Greenskin Warlord by orbital bombing more than 30 times. What about the Star Warriors? Why is there no news about them? They are not on vacation, too? When did Armageddon become a resort ."

  After eating, Ellie felt warm and comfortable. Although the chief seemed to be talking about something very bad, he was not worried at all.

   "Sir."

   Hartman raised his head.

"what's up?"

   "I think, um... I think it's time for the enemy to attack."

"how do you know……"

  Elie was preparing to take the call, but the first wave of shells roared.

  Boom——————————!

Hartman almost jumped to his feet and overturned the table. His sudden movements, not the screaming of the cannonballs, made Elie jump up in shock~www.readwn.com~Amiji Doton Step 9 The head of the corps fumbled for his pistol, then put the pistol holster on his waist in an orderly manner, and then he grabbed the talker on the communicator under a pile of books.

   "Attention all units! Armed, armed! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

  He had predicted that Green Leather would attack at night, but he did not expect that Green Leather would choose their most relaxed time to launch a raid.

  These animals have also grown!

  As the artillery shell smashed into the trench, Hartman rushed out of the anti-virus curtain of the command post, and a large dust fell from the top of the trench behind him, and the narrow passage was filled with the roar of soldiers.

  Suddenly, a shell roared and slammed into the back wall of a trench lower than Hartmann, exploded a hole that could accommodate a motorcycle, and lifted two panicked soldiers into the air.

  In an instant, Hartman was already full of muddy water. He grabbed his command sword and slowly climbed to the firing position at the top of the trench.

  There was chaos and panic in the trenches. Soldiers scattered in all directions ran to their positions, screaming and screaming one after another.

   "Damn! So much!"

  (End of this chapter)