Chapter 630

"Damn it!"

Sommer felt the shock of falling shells when the hell dog rushed to the edge of the slope. On both sides of him, the only two hell dogs in the company were using flames to disperse the endless green skin, but too many, too many——

He swore that he had never seen so many living creatures in his life.

The company originally had eight hell dogs, but only three of them were left an hour after the war, and the infantry who covered them had long been beaten into a rout. Now what can be around them can't run away.

Sommer was shivering and sweating, but he was still trying to maintain it. The light beam and color spots flickered in the observation gap. The whole row of flames lit up the thick fog and the black skeleton of the distant star ship.

Everything was shaking. His mouth was dry and the smell of rubber filled his throat.

"Be careful!"

The driver screamed and pulled the car aside before hitting the wreckage of a destroyed hellhound ahead.

Sommer cursed. The surrounding green skin was like a herd of animals crowded out of the corral. Shells exploded between them, overturned them and left large pieces of debris on the ground, but they didn't mean to stop at all.

"Left!"

The gunner turned the turret and threw out a fire snake. Then more than a dozen green skins began to dance wildly in the fire.

"Promethium reserves are insufficient!"

Hearing the gunner's roar, Sommer's eyes jerked. His superior had been killed. Now he can only judge by himself. The main channel of the transmitter is like a thick wall composed of miscellaneous noise.

Only quarrels and screams.

This is not a battle, this is chaos.

Sommer turned on the company's channel.

"We have to withdraw!"

He shouted at the transmitter.

"Where are you going?"

One of them responded quickly, and Sommer thought for only three seconds.

"There is also a solid front in the northwest. There is the only way to retreat. We can go directly to Hades nest."

"That's it?"

"This is the only pity, so this is the plan, otherwise we all have to die here, and the war has failed!"

Sommer's voice was hoarse. He could hear the distortion of the transmitter.

"Retreat is the only way we can survive."

"Received."

Soon, the three helldogs formed a commando formation and then turned around. The infantry immediately realized what they were saying. They swears and scrambled to climb the hot body.

Hell dogs don't care so much. They speed up and cut off the dust all the way to the northwest——

………………

Ash plain, position 39

After a morning of chaos, the sun gradually set in the west, and everyone began to eat. Only young shaichar looked up at Hartman from time to time.

Hartmann is also a little ashamed of what he just said, but who makes him introverted? Who made him not a political commissar?

But at least as an officer, he really can't lose his face.

The people who felt hungry because of the previous thrilling scene soon wolfed down almost all the reserve ration bars. Then Hartmann said to the soldiers who had planned various means of escape:

"I'll go to those old soldiers for supplies."

"Be careful, sir."

"Fuck you."

Maybe the battle this afternoon was very good. The veterans had a much better attitude towards him. At least they were willing to open the warehouse door for him.

Obviously, the old soldiers were also at dinner time, but in fact, he didn't see their mouths stop except during the battle.

"Welcome, recruits."

The veteran patting his shoulder armor has a bunch of white beard. If he can hide from the people of the legal department and the trial court, it must be very attractive to put a crystal ball and open a fortune telling shop.

"You did well today, for recruits."

Hartmann make complaints about yourself, you are a coward bad ass, you have a gun, but you have a stick to install.

"But after you pull the trigger, I'm afraid you have to learn to save ammunition."

"Well, we just want to..."

"Nothing."

The beard waved like a fly that didn't exist in front of him.

"Ammunition is for living people. What's the use of guns for dead people? Killing green skin is the first thing, isn't it?"

He clapped his hands, and the two veterans behind him put down their tableware and went back to the second floor.

"I know what you're going to do. Don't worry. You're ready long ago."

Hartmann smiled gratefully and didn't know how to answer.

Recalling the original contempt and hostility towards these people, I couldn't help feeling a burst of shame.

"Come on, take it."

Bearded turned sideways and asked two veterans to put the dark iron things in Hartmann's arms, with a long string of things like solid bullet chains.

"This is --"

"I picked it up from the pile of green corpses. It's repaired as new."

Beard looked pleased.

In desperation, Hartmann could only leave the warehouse with this pile of "support".

At the moment, the sun has set in the West. In the distant dark night, you can vaguely see the flash of a war blooming on the other side of the ridge, and the sound of violent explosion and heavy impact also rumbled.

It seems that a fierce battle is breaking out not far from here, and the shock wave distorts the air and sound.

All the soldiers got up in a hurry and crowded around the station to look out. The scene was chaotic and noisy. Everyone wanted to have a look. Everyone didn't know what had happened.

"Strange... How do you feel that the front line is very close to us?"

"According to the time, now the army should fight with the green skin more than 100 kilometers away. How did it get here?"

"It won't -"

"You TM don't crow mouth!"

These temporary soldiers talked and the people were in turmoil, and Hartman was also disturbed.

"Look!"

Suddenly, someone screamed. Hartman looked around and saw a burning truck rushing out of the night across the bridge.

It was like a wild beast out of control. It fell on the Bank of the river. Then the door opened and a figure fell out.

"Go and have a look!"

With great uneasiness, Hartmann took a few people to walk over.

When he got close, he found that it was indeed a person. From the uniform and epaulets, he was still a major officer, but now he lay face down on the ground, covered with blood, and there was a deep scar behind him, which seemed to be a sharp weapon cut out.

"He... He won't die?"

The recruits were afraid, but Hartmann came forward to see if the man still had a pulse.

But as soon as he reached out, the other party suddenly grasped his wrist.

"Go -"

The man raised his head and saw that his face was covered with burn and cut scars, with only fear in his eyes.

"The front line is over! Let's go -"

Before he dropped his voice, Hartmann heard a strange scream, which seemed to come from above his head.

"Small -"

The next second, his whole world fell apart.

In the first few seconds, everyone was shrouded in a hell of hail, and hundreds of light spots fell into the bridgehead position from the night with shining tracks, like a fire from the sky or an explosive meteor shower.

After each light spot landed, it exploded into a hot fireball. The huge impact knocked the soldiers to the ground and exploded around like a grenade.

Hartman could not stand steadily in the hot wind. He saw that three trucks in his company were hit by those hot and strange fire meteors. They trembled and then exploded into a group of screaming fragments.

Until then, he finally saw that those meteors were red Rockets!

This is not a damn hail, this is a raid!