Chapter 665

Standard Tera calendar, 942.m41

Amegiddoton planet, main continent, Hades nest

Four months after the siege——

When he woke up, Hartmann Paul found his head on someone's thigh, or that part should be someone's thigh, if the other person still had legs.

But there is no doubt that his commander is completely dead.

But he's still alive. It's incredible. He's alive again

Turning his head, he found that the priest was also dead. The stump in the white priest's robe was pressed on Hartman Paul, and his forehead was pierced by a large piece of broken metal, like a twisted corner.

The metal walls of their warehouse as a position were exaggerated and tilted, and blood splashed in the house, and he couldn't move.

Then he heard someone moving things, and then the sound of the suitcase being closed.

"Help me."

Shouted Hartman Paul in a hoarse voice.

"Who's there? Please, help me."

"Sorry, company commander, I thought you were dead, too."

It was rookie Luneng's voice. Then he I saw the hairy hands stretched out. Then the big man picked up the priest's body from him and put it under his armpit, and then threw it aside at random.

Lunent was just a cook not long ago, but four months after the siege broke out, there was nothing for him to cook in the nest, so he was naturally recruited to the front line.

"I don't know why I'm not dead. Is there anyone else alive?"

"Yes, the correspondent is still alive, but he's injured. Nate is also alive, but he's seriously injured."

Luneng said regretfully:

"Vannis and glass didn't seem to matter. Another gunner survived, and the others were killed“

Well, it's incredible that only seven people in the whole regiment survived after the green skin's 26th attack.

"It's a miracle."

After coughing twice, Hartmann whispered:

"The emperor blessed us."

Lunant shrugged and helped him sit up.

"The next time the green skin attacks again, can the Emperor himself help us, or we'll be the seven of us. It's estimated that a group of farts can't cope with it."

"How is the position?"

Hartman mumbled as he tried to get himself up and wipe the blood off his face.

"Sir, our position is like this. There are a few broken bricks and tiles, and a heavy bomb that can't shoot a few shots... Our last commander was also very cruel and directly called the artillery to hit the position."

"This is the only way to keep it."

Shaking his head, Hartman stumbled and took two dizzy steps, then grabbed a fragment nearby and stabilized himself.

"Stand firm, commander."

Lunette said, and the big hand suddenly grasped Hartmann's arm.

"All the legions are dead. Now you are our leader... You must have fallen very badly. You may have been unconscious for several hours. That's why I thought you didn't survive“

Hartmann, who was successfully promoted from company commander to head, mumbled and responded. These days, he has changed more than a dozen heads himself. Unexpectedly, this position finally fell on himself.

Since he withdrew from position 39, Hartmann has really grown from an ordinary man to a "soldier", and there is only one reason for his growth——

Hate!

He witnessed the tragic death of his comrades in arms under the green wheel and heard the news that his hometown had been destroyed and ravaged. He had nothing left but his endless hatred for aliens.

As one of the "veterans" withdrawn from the front line, as soon as Hartmann withdrew to Hades nest, he was immediately incorporated into the main force to defend the most critical area.

Now they are located in one of the passages of the South Gate of chaodu. Behind them is a power station, which is responsible for providing energy for the void shield of the whole region.

Without the protection of Hades's layers of void shields, they would have been smashed by green long-range fire, so every power station is very important.

"Why hasn't anyone come to meet us yet?"

Their regiment has been here for three days and nights. It is reasonable that some troops should come to change their defense.

But the only Luneng te who could speak just shrugged.

"I don't know. I have to ask the correspondent to answer you later. He may know some reasons."

"Is the communicator still working?"

"Part of that thing is now attached to his head, and the rest is falling everywhere."

Hartman Paul sighed helplessly that they could not leave the position without the command of their superiors.

"Sir, try. Can you go now?"

Hartman Paul tried to move towards the torn hole in the door. His vision was a little blurred and his head was aching, but he felt that there should be no harm in general.

So he prayed silently to the emperor to thank him for his help.

"It's OK. It should be fine. Thank you for pulling me out of there."

He then carefully climbed out of the wreckage and walked into a hot space hit by shells.

There was a mess around, the steel jungle was full of corruption and the smell of promethium leaking from the broken fuel tank, and a chimera was burning. Hartman Paul only thanked the emperor for his blessing, which prevented it from turning into a fireball.

Correspondent Epirus is sitting on a fallen statue with the surviving naval gunner, medic vannis is on the edge of the steel fence, and recruit glass is staring at the bodies. It is estimated that he has not recovered from the shock of death.

Later, lunent walked out of the wreckage with Hartmann with four laser guns.

"Look who I got."

Lunant said with a grin. The correspondent left and looked at them in surprise.

"We all thought you were dead, company commander."

He was nursing his left arm. Medic vannis had bandaged him. Given his left hand wrapped into a big ball, Hartmann dared to say that the injury must be very light.

"My luck is not bad."

"Indeed."

The correspondent said and moved in great pain.

"What did you find, cook?"

"Four laser guns, some grenades... At least we can have one hand now. At the same time, I also got some ammunition and a signal gun. I think we can use it in the future. By the way, there is the captain's sword."

With that, he handed the command sword to Hartman.

Looking at the broken and scarred sword, Hartmann felt a little sad.

"Correspondent, have you received any news?"

"I just wanted to say this. The superior sent an instruction. Most of our area has been occupied. All living people should immediately retreat to zone 39-12."

Not surprisingly, to this extent, Hartmann had guessed that they could not hold the area. After all, the gunfire on the surrounding positions had stopped for a long time.

The key now is whether their retreat road is still safe.