Chapter 666

"Private, don't be silly."

Hartman Paul called glass up from where he sat.

Medic vannis squatted under the broken wall and leaned over to look after the machine gunner Necker lying on the ground. Next to him was the opened medical bag.

Hartman walked over and took a look.

"How's it going?"

"Nate can't go now."

The medic shook his head and said with regret,

"This is not a wound that the battlefield hemostasis bag can cope with. I don't think he can survive."

The correspondent Epirus wiped his face with his hand, turned his eyes to one side and whispered:

"Yes, I think so."

Hartman sighed softly. Necker was a warrior. When his comrades in arms were killed, he supported everywhere with a machine gun. He was the main reason why the position could survive.

"Well, what should we do?"

"You know what we should do, commander."

There was a cruel metaphor in the medic's words, and Hartmann immediately realized it.

"I... Oh, throne, I'm the boss here now, aren't I? I guess I can only do the job."

He walked towards Necker. The machine gunner was barely alive. His internal organs had been pierced by a long fragment. His breath was thin and his face was pale.

Hartman looked at each other and shook his head.

"Nate, there's nothing I can do. I'm really sorry. The medics have tried their best, but..."

"I know."

The machine gunner squeezed out an ugly smile on his face full of blood and dust.

Hartmann, who was struggling in his heart, bowed his head and prayed for a moment, and then pulled out his pistol.

"This is the kindness of the emperor."

With that, he shot through Necker's head.

"You can't do that!"

The gunner who had been sitting on the ground to rest heard the gunshot and immediately turned his head. When he saw Hartman shooting Necker, he immediately protested loudly and jumped up from the fallen tree.

Hartman looked at Necker on the ground for a moment, then walked away from each other.

"It has been done, and I do have the right to do so. As we all know, the regulations stipulate that if someone is injured and can't continue, it is kind to end his pain ahead of time, or when a person's condition will endanger the safety of other comrades around him, senior officers have the right to carry out the emperor's kindness."

"Even so..."

As soon as the gunner wanted to speak, lunent put a big hand on each other's shoulder, and the gunner swallowed his words back.

"If you yell about this, you'll attract the green skin, boy."

Luneng said calmly.

"Now everyone is in the same boat, and now we don't want to worry about it. Do you know what I mean“

The gunner nodded. Although he still looked disgusted, it was obvious that he had understood the meaning of the big man.

There is a rumor in the regiment that Luneng TE was once a famous gang member, or at least a capable man of a gang tycoon, who would break other people's knees or even do it harder for money.

At that moment, he believed.

"My name is sivari, gunner, second class“

Hartman Paul looked at him.

"You are just a private soldier now. Before you find the next gun, I has the final say now, everyone, and quickly allocate the equipment, we will go immediately."

Hartman glanced at Necker's body, bent down and took down the other party's dog tag and whispered:

"I'll take you home."

After that, they basically didn't say anything. After simply collecting materials and dog tags of the dead, they set out to the designated evacuation site.

After leaving the position, they entered a residential area, and the streets were filled with debris scattered on the ground, but they did not find any roadblocks or fire points in it.

"What a mess."

The crowd slowed down and bypassed the wreckage of some vehicles destroyed by some heavy weapons. They looked like civilian vehicles, and the thin metal plates on them were torn apart like ration bags.

Hartman tried not to look carefully at the tragedy in the car, because no matter who stayed in these cars, their charred bones should be completely entangled together after death. It is estimated that it would take a senior coroner to identify which body they originally came from.

However, this possibility is very small. I'm afraid only the emperor knows who they are, and only his old people may care about such things.

Until now, they have found no signs of survivors. Nevertheless, Hartmann hopes that green skin has given up here.

Along the way,

There were corpses everywhere, mostly human, of all ages and genders. Apparently, when they tried to escape, they were hit by bullets or cut into meat paste by sharp melee weapons.

There are also soldiers killed to cover the retreat of civilians.

However, the situation is not one-sided. There are many green bodies lying around and some farts - Hartmann has nothing to say about the fact that there are so many civilians in the war zone. The remaining safe areas in the nest are getting smaller and smaller, and food and water are gradually becoming a huge problem

Therefore, it is impossible for all people to have access to asylum.

"The war has been over for some time."

After stopping to look at the body of a captain who died for the protection of civilians, Hartman concluded that after the man's weapon was taken away, green skin killed him. Judging from the wound on the body of a fart essence nearby, it was obviously a large caliber automatic pistol.

There are at least a thousand bodies in this place, most of which are beginning to rot. obviously, it was not a day or two ago.

Luneng nodded and stared at the green bodies in a daze, obviously hoping that he had a flamethrower in his hand to burn them to ashes.

"It looks like that."

The deeper into the rear, the worse the situation becomes. The eyes are full of the barbaric atrocities of the invaders - the killing and destruction of the animals are purely out of their own instincts.

Although Hartman is usually gentle, this time he feels unable to restrain his anger.

His unforgettable hatred for these aliens deepened. He could not accept that a peaceful and peaceful community was destroyed, especially knowing that his hometown had suffered the same suffering not long ago. Such shame was intolerable.

At this time, the team kept the investigation queue moving forward, several meters away from each other, covered each other alternately from one bunker to another, kept in touch by sign language, and tried to minimize the sound of communication.

When Hartmann was about to leave the bunker at the door of a store, lunent suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone, while he turned and hid in the shadow of a dustbin.

"There are enemies."

This is the meaning of his sign language and raised his weapon at the same time.

Hartmann gripped the laser gun in his other hand, squatted down and aimed at the street outside.

Before long, people waited for the target.