Chapter 159

Freon V, landing area 3, 4337 infantry position, standard Tara time, 9:15

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！

When the green skin approached, guard Larry could see saliva dripping from their tusks, and deep malice and endless greed were burning in their small red eyes.

He even smelled the suffocating smell of sweat and blood from the pores of these unstoppable giant beasts.

The recruits who had been in the army for only six months looked down at the laser rifle in their hands, and then looked at the comrades in arms who fought side by side with him. Everyone carried a gun and focused on shooting dazzling lasers into the green leather group.

Then he saw the enemy who roared like thunder at himself.

"Hold the line!"

The officer's voice came from behind.

"In the name of the emperor, we will never waver!"

A slight cheer came from the trenches. At the same time, the automatic artillery team also fired a volley at the enemy, tearing a row of green skins that were jumping over the last few meters of the trench into pieces.

But they got closer and rushed all the way on the bodies of their own kind.

At the same time, raindrops of shells also fell into the human position, setting off waves of air mixed with dust and stumps.

In addition to these shells, there are other sundries such as wrenches, screws, boots, mushrooms, teeth, fart essence, head and so on. No one knows how the green skin is fired. In short, the whole front will soon be no different from a garbage dump.

After covering his head and shaking for a while, Larry finally collapsed. He turned around and began to run away.

He had never run away before, but today, driven by humble fear, he swings his arms wildly, abandoning his rifle, and only wants to run faster.

They have been trapped in the landing area for two days, during which green skin has not stopped for half an hour. They frantically launched a counterattack against the Imperial Star Army defending the landing area. On the track, the Imperial Navy is busy dealing with green skin's fleet harassment and the powerful counterattack force of satellites.

For a time, they became a lone army and could only fight on the ground in despair.

It is said that the adjacent second landing area has been captured and everyone is dead.

This also became the root of Larry's daily nightmare. He was afraid of being killed and eaten.

"Ha... Ha..."

Suddenly, a dizzy tingling sensation came. Larry, who was running wildly, fell to the ground, and his hand automatically covered his chest under the action of reflection.

He looked down and saw blood seeping from his fingers and dripping down the green shell.

Then he carefully raised his hand and saw the huge wound caused by being hit from a strange angle.

When he lost consciousness in his legs, he completely lay on the ground and saw polished leather shoes standing in front of him for the first time in his life.

At the same time, the firm face of the company's political prevarication (anti harmony) appeared in the field of vision, and the gun in his hand was still smoking.

After that, the seemingly young political prevarication spit out the last sentence Larry heard in his life:

"Coward."

Political prevarication is a unique establishment in the Imperial Star Army. Its duty is close to the gendarmerie, but its power is far more than that.

Whether from the propaganda murals of nest capital or the conscription propaganda paintings of the Ministry of military affairs, every imperial citizen knows the uniqueness of political prevarication

My hat and coat.

For the general public, these people are symbols of imperial authority, and their only responsibility is to ensure that everyone is happy

Perform their duties in the name of the emperor.

Political prevarication is usually selected from the students of the well-known Chung Si college, when the vast majority of students will eventually become an empire

When employees of various departments or members of the storm loyal army, only those who are outstanding have the opportunity to be recommended to serve in the political prevarication Association.

The candidates must have absolute confidence in the Empire. They must show sincere faith in totalitarianism and idealism and be able to

While playing the conflicting roles of a ruthless tactician and an inspiring hero, you have to act like a skilled Dueler

Fight the same way.

In addition, the political prevarication also has the obligation to learn the culture and customs of the regiment to which it belongs, whether assigned to the dutiful worth

He must receive the same respect among the tonians and the tenacious and isolated katachans.

If the discipline or morale of the Legion is shaken, the task of the political prevarication is to take all necessary steps to restore order and firmly believe in the necessity of his action.

In such a person

With fixed eyes, soldiers will be inspired to do what they think will never be possible.

In extreme cases, political prevarication is inevitable

There is nothing like shooting a deserting soldier or an incompetent officer without hesitation

And cowards are better able to reorganize discipline.

When soldiers look at the brains of their colleague who made a mistake because of a bullet through the head

When sprinkled in front of them, they will recall the importance of responsibility and discipline again.

Such a cruel display

The authoritative way of political prevarication ensures that most of the time, the first soldier who tries to escape the battle will also be the last to try to do so.

On this battlefield, the effect is the same.

After killing the first deserter, Zheng Bian, wearing a red and black army coat, shouted to several soldiers who had fled from the front line:

"You cowards!"

Then he shot the traitors precisely in the back.

In vain, the deserters waved and fell down, kneeling on the ground like humble insects, waiting for death.

"Listen! You can fight to death under the gaze of the emperor, or you can die meaninglessly and make a choice!"

Zheng Qian looked at everyone in the trench with serious eyes and said to a group of people who had just turned around and tried to escape the battlefield:

"Anyway, you have no value in this kind of bastard! * death like an insect!"

Under the stern reprimand of political prevarication, these people made difficult choices with unspeakable panic.

They trembled and hesitated. The enemy behind them made them brave, while the man in front of them made them deeply ashamed and afraid.

The first thing every star Army recruit needs to learn is to deeply engrave the fear of the political commissar into his bones.

Such learning is often accompanied by a large number of flogging and death penalty.

"You bastards without eggs! Don't turn around and fight!"

A bald man suddenly gave a simple and powerful military salute to Zheng prevarication, then picked up the machine gun on one side, turned around, roared and fired wildly on the chaotic battlefield.

Others immediately followed suit under the heroic actions of their companions and the steely gaze of political prevarication.

However, as a matter of fact, Zheng Shiji was unable to stabilize the whole front alone, and he was unwilling to spend all his bullets on the defected soldiers while there was still a green skin waiting for the slaughter.

A large number of astral troops turned and fled to the logistics base, which was relatively safe, but also exposed to the attack range of oke mortars.

Zhengbian had to stride to the bunker, insert the execution pistol back to his waist, and pick up a heavy logging gun that must have been dropped by unfortunate soldiers while guarding the position.

"For the emperor! For mankind!"

He shouted as he opened fire on the roaring green waves, and there was a corresponding roar around him.

“Waaaaaagh！”

At the same time, a battle roar also sounded at the end of the green leather team. A green leather was hit by a huge steel chin and then crashed into an iron pickup truck.

The war leader pointed to the human defense line and roared again, then walked down from the command post, grabbed a fart essence and hung it around his neck.

The defeated little leader beat hard, scratched the war leader with his claws and howled.

But the war leader just shook his neck and smashed him at the tin truck until he stopped fighting.

Then hold each other in the air with one hand and look straight at the battlefield with your head high.

The next second, the little leader who was used as a vent fell heavily to the ground and spit a mixture of saliva and blood from his serrated mouth.

"Day is so hairy!"

It spoke incoherently, then struggled to get up and join the other ranks.