Chapter 162

Another day passed, and they were wearing dirty uniforms stained with soil, waiting for orders behind the high trenches that covered the line of fire.

Four kilometers away from the landing area, most of the soldiers stared at the rough stone wall as a temporary barrier. Their experience on the front line had driven away their fear from their bodies.

Many soldiers who walk with corpses and meat don't believe the fact that they are still alive. Their faces show that they have accepted the fate they will come.

Miller, who had been promoted to company commander, turned his back to the trench, looked at the selected soldiers and the soldiers marked as elite, and realized that most of them were exhausted.

The priests went to the line, and there was nothing else in their mouths but muttering blessings.

Because death is waiting quietly in front of the trench, in the dry land without a drop of water, in the thousands of meters long bunker and gun bunker built by aliens on the other side.

The firepower coverage of those guns is carefully planned, and the tortuous defense line is formed into a deadly star to meet any raid with ruthless firepower.

In order to protect the core of their satellite fortress, aliens have gathered a large number of troops. There is even a large defensive laser array in this huge fortification, which is located in an extended place of the bunker, so that they can directly pass through the void shield of the bunker body.

When the laser array can work, the fleet can't hit the fortress directly. If the fleet can't hit the fortress directly, the void shield can't be exhausted.

If the void shield cannot be exhausted, there is no doubt that aliens are safe.

Therefore, the fortification like a meat grinder must be broken through by infantry assault.

The 2413 infantry regiment has tried to do so. They attacked two days ago without success, leaving only a lot of blood and bodies.

Those soldiers know these things. If they hit, the end will be the same.

They looked away from the defensive laser array that was far away from the assault trench and projected lethal fire on the orbiting star ship, and focused on their superior officers, just as the noble blood of those officers could block the fire from aliens.

However, the fear of those officers was no less than that of their lower ranking soldiers. Their calmness was just a performance, an expression on their faces.

Both soldiers and officers know that this is the case. They share the fear of being unrecognized, whether high-ranking or ordinary.

No one could have expected this when they boarded the transport ship and said goodbye to their families.

However, they must face the big mouth of death.

Those officers who may have never looked back at their soldiers in the camp before are looking back and checking their soldiers again and again.

Their worries increased, not only for the war, but also for their own destiny.

In such a depressing atmosphere, Miller crossed the silent trench with a cigarette in his mouth.

Compared with his men, the new company commander has many advantages.

First of all, his body is very strong. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a head higher than those ordinary soldiers.

At the same time, even after the battle, his uniform is much cleaner than his colleagues, which is considered by his men as one of the proof of their natural leadership, which means that he just needs to worry about his own worries.

The front line was quiet, and the regiment flag on the ground was turning in the biting cold wind.

The communication channel was silent as if nothing had happened.

Maybe everyone is used to it. Since landing here a week ago, everything is day after day.

Every day, the bombardment of artillery starts at the same time.

Every day, the soldiers will start from their camp and then reach the trench.

Every day, they will climb over the top of the trench and compete with their enemies for the blood soaked land meter by meter.

Finally, when the two sides separated like tired bulls, they retreated back to their respective lines until the next numerical morning.

But everyone knows that there is no morning on the Freon V satellite. It is always a dark evening.

Whew!

The shrill scream pierced the sky, and the special-shaped laser array was started, which also marked that the time for both sides to pull the saw again had come.

Every ten minutes, the air is torn apart by man-made thunder, which comes from the way high-energy weapons release heat and shoot orbital ships.

Miller reached for his pistol and turned the holster with his thumb. The mud outside fell off his weapon.

After a long bombardment, the asteroid has become a dirty world. There is no way to keep anything clean.

The enemy fire marked the beginning of the day's operation.

In retaliation, the artillery on the human side also fired back, and the roar of many artillery made the lieutenant think that the orbital bombing had not stopped.

"Keep calm, lieutenant. If you can't encourage your people, it's up to your people to find encouragement."

Suddenly, a hand with white gloves that could not be found in the muddy theater grabbed Miller's shoulder.

"War and fear make all people equal in the eyes of the emperor, and comradeship is a gift given by the emperor to those who serve him."

Political commissar Eric appeared at the right time and tried to comfort Miller, although Miller knew that the man might shoot him for some smallest cowardly act.

The other party has a deep-rooted enthusiasm, and this thing from faith can hardly be changed.

"I also hope they can get used to it."

Miller muttered. He glanced at Zheng Bian's smooth uniform from the tip of his hat to his boots. He didn't know how the other party kept his guy so clean.

Eric's hand let him go.

"Can't wait to fight? Well, I commend your courage. Your desire to approach the enemy and fight against it is a kind of credibility."

The young politician nodded his head and praised him, but Miller didn't tell each other. It was just because he was tired of fear rather than courage that pushed him to end the matter.

The company's priest and his Chamberlain approached Miller, and the bitter incense in their censer diluted the smell of the rotten body.

The priest began his prayer and smeared the weapons with holy oil.

Half the group gathered here, and Miller murmured prayers during the process until the priest finished his blessing and walked away.

Suddenly, a movement in the crowd passed down from the platoon. The soldiers changed their array and turned their heads.

"It looks like the soldiers are ready."

Eric looked straight ahead and said.

"Attention!"

Miller spoke to his command team. Beside him were the herald and the deputy company commander - the same experienced veterans who had just been promoted.

The herald carried a long-distance radio station, while the deputy company commander carried a flamethrower.

The last member of the command group is a medical soldier. It is said that he was born into a noble family and was also a serious doctor, not the day killing veterinarian of Miller's company.

But Miller didn't know how he got into a lower infantry regiment like the 4377 regiment.

Soon, a rustle of radio came from the radio station.

"The communication system is online"

The Herald said that he and Miller looked at each other.

"Well, today's order will be issued soon. Soldiers, check your weapons!"

Miller's voice sounded a little flashy in the ears of most soldiers because

The instructions are basically the same every day.