Chapter 675

When Hartman walked through the trench, the rats twitched at his feet, like rabbits with their feet hanging on the ground, and the dusty fur was full of lice.

A soldier screamed at the top of his voice and shot at the rest place he had dug under the fortification with the full-automatic mode of the laser gun - as if the big rats had frightened him, or his nightmare had frightened him.

The company commander in charge of the position quickly arrived, took the rifle from the crazy screaming soldier, and then gave the soldier a hook on the chin. Suddenly, there was a sound of broken bones, and the man fell into the ditch and moaned.

Hartman had no expression on his face, but whispered as he passed the company commander:

"He's crushed. Give him a good time."

Since the siege, Hartman has seen many soldiers break down and even go crazy in the cruel battle. After all, there are few real professional soldiers. Most of them are temporary signs, neither trained nor prepared.

In the face of this situation, the officers do not have a good way. In order to prevent the spread of panic, the most common means is to directly execute the mentally collapsed soldiers.

The standards of each regiment are different,

In Hartman's heart, as long as you don't attack yourself with weapons, you can forgive.

But this man has just opened fire on his comrades in arms,

Hartmann can't keep him anyway.

"Yes -"

The company commander hesitated for only two seconds, then pulled out his pistol and shot the fallen soldier in the head, completely ending his pain and nightmare.

"Don't let those mice go. Washing them is also meat."

Casually patted the company commander with a blank face,

Hartman turned and returned to his nest. At night, he didn't dare anyone in his house. He was afraid that as soon as he came out, he found that the soldiers collapsed and the green skin rushed up.

So at night he slept in the trenches - in fact, he was half awake and half asleep to deal with emergencies at any time,.

So during the day, he needs to make up for two hours of sleep.

Hartman went to the gate of the command post in the third traffic ditch, which was covered with polyester protective layer and anti poison gas Twilight curtain. Then he opened the heavy door, turned over the opening curtain and entered the deep tunnel.

The officer's air defense trench is built in a position relative to the examination. The light inside is provided by sodium burning lamps. The light is very cold and as white as frost. The floor is paved with intact mud proof plates. There are even some symbols of civilized society - bookshelves, books, icons and clothes racks.

Of course, these were picked up on the battlefield.

When entering the command tunnel, Hartman first noticed Eli Siddy, a 16-year-old boy.

He is easy-going and simple minded. Because the shooting accuracy is very bad, others call him "blind", but Hartman knew that he had worked in a small radio station, so he made the other party his own messenger and correspondent.

This is also his only entourage. The manpower is tight. Almost all who can go to the trench have gone up. His regiment basically has no civilian and logistics personnel.

In fact, Hartmann doesn't like to stay with the child. The other party's age and his bright eyes remind him of his lost hometown, but it may be this reason that he left the other party with him. He can't tell.

"Stop standing and sit down."

Hartman sat down at his small camping table. Ellie hesitated and sat where the officer asked to sit.

"You look as hungry as I think."

Just as planned, the cook brought two plates of food - fried egg white and mouse meat, and a large piece of baked hard starch.

Ellie was still staring at the plate when Hartmann had eaten it.

"Eat quickly. You don't have the chance to eat the food rationed by the officers every day."

Ellie nervously picked up his fork and ate. It was the best meal he had in recent months, which reminded him of his days as an apprentice Engineer at the radio station.

It wasn't long before he wolfed it down.

Hartmann smiled and appreciated it. When the meal was over, it was time to talk about business.

"So what did the military newsletter say this morning?"

"I don't know, sir."

Ellie said, taking out the package and putting it on the table.

"I just brought it here. I never ask what's in it."

Hartmann paused for a moment, took a gulp of steaming purified water, and then reached for the package.

When Hartmann unpacked the plastic package and took out the printed documents, the boy's thoughts wandered.

"I've been waiting for that thing to tell me all night."

Then he pointed to a flashing green tactical communicator built in a muddy wall.

"But it didn't tell me anything."

Hartmann glanced at the news from the package.

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Ellie felt warm and comfortable after dinner. Although the officer seemed to be saying something bad just now, he was not worried at all.

"Sir."

Hartmann raised his head.

"What's up?"

"I think, uh... I think it's time for the enemy to attack."

"How do you know..."

Ellie was about to answer the phone when the first wave of shells roared.

Boom!

Hartman almost jumped to his feet and overturned the table. His sudden action, rather than the scream of the shell, shocked Eli.

The head of the 9th infantry regiment of amegiddoton fumbled for his pistol, then orderly hung a pistol holster around his waist, and then grabbed the speaker on the communicator under a pile of books.

"Attention, all units! Arm, arm! Get ready to meet the enemy!"

He had predicted that the green paper would attack at night, but did not expect that the green paper would choose the time when they were most relaxed to launch a raid.

These animals have also grown!

Just as the shell hit the trench, Hartmann rushed out of the anti-virus curtain of the command post, a large amount of dust fell from the top of the trench behind him, and the narrow passage was filled with the roar of soldiers.

Suddenly, a shell roared and hit the rear wall of a trench lower than Hartmann's position, opened a hole that could accommodate a motorcycle, and lifted two confused soldiers away.

For a moment, Hartmann was covered with mud. He grabbed his command sword and slowly climbed to the firing position at the top of the trench.

There was chaos and panic in the trenches. Soldiers scattered in all directions ran to their positions, screaming and yelling one after another.

"Shit! So much!"