The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Damn dammit dam—"

Losing a weapon on the battlefield felt like suddenly being naked, and Hayes began to frantically crawl around among the fallen corpses nearby to find a weapon. On the ground, they stood facing each other for a second.

It should be a man, with a face covered in grime and only a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Then the other party rushed over, grabbed Hayes' neck with both hands, and the two fell to the ground, but Hayes found a chance to stab his fingers into the other's injured chest, and twisted the wet flesh inside, forcing the other party to let go in severe pain. Then he pressed himself against the man, and the fingers of his other hand brushed a hard object on the ground beside him, and he grabbed it.

Hayes was vaguely aware that he was holding the helmet of a fallen comrade as he lifted the object and slammed it into the man's face, but he didn't care anymore.

In a frenzy of self-preservation, he raised his helmet and slammed it into the man's face again and again until it was slick with black blood.

Then, finally realizing that the man had stopped moving a long time ago, that his face had become a battered paste, Hayes stopped to catch his breath.

Suddenly, without taking a few breaths, Hayes heard a creepy battle cry in the darkness, and before he could grab his gun, he saw a dozen thugs rushing towards him.

For a split second he almost turned around, not knowing whether to run or defend himself with a gun.

"forward!"

At the critical moment, he heard a shout, a shotgun roared behind him, and the face of the nearest enemy disappeared in a **** explosion.

"Listen to my orders! Go forward and shoot intensively!"

Surprised, Hayes saw their battalion commander strode past him, leading the soldiers to start a counterattack against the enemy, and Winter also came to help him up.

"Brother Hayes, you scared me to death. No one knew where you were, and there was no response to the communication."

Hearing this, Hayes patted his helmet angrily.

"That rotten thing has been broken for a long time. The battalion commander has been talking about making up for it, and he hasn't replenished it for me until now!"

"You're so kind!"

Hashett slapped Hayes on the back of the head from behind.

"Tell you to follow closely."

"I was in a hurry to pee."

The support troops brought by Olanios are all special commandos according to the mine environment. In view of the characteristics of the enemy's backward weapons, they all put on heavy explosion-proof suits similar to the armor of the Ministry of Justice, and some of them also carried explosion-proof armor. Shield, moving forward at a slow pace, firing shotguns, stump guns, and flamethrowers at where enemies are hiding, dealing horrific damage with each forward step.

As the ambushes died screaming, Hayes watched their battalion commander, and for some reason he had the feeling that the man was walking beside them as if some long-dead saint returned to human form.

The captain seemed to be immortal, unkillable, like a fabled hero told by the priest.

A legend who led his men to victory.

"forward!"

At his command the counterattack gained momentum, and all the living who had assembled in the tunnel pushed forward around him.

"Keep firing! Forward, forward!"

With the help of the flamethrower, the enemies who tried to use the narrow terrain to shoot black guns were also driven out, so they turned and started to flee.

Soon he escaped into the darkness.

This is the most difficult part of them, they can always run away if they can't beat them, and the soldiers dare not pursue them, because they will deploy many traps, trip mines, big pits full of sharp metal fragments, falling rocks.

Hayes and his team had a person who had several holes pierced in his body because he fell into the pit. Although he didn't die on the spot, news of his death came not long after he was sent to the field hospital at the rear.

Moreover, these people often escape through the small passages less than one meter high, which is what the soldiers of the empire hate the most, and they call them rat passages, because most of the time they wear armor and cannot enter those holes at all. If you drop the armor, all it takes is a sharp iron rod to kill them.

So Oranios ordered the attack to stop, everyone stopped shooting, and there was a brief silence on the battlefield.

Soon, new voices broke the silence, the wailing of the wounded, and the nervous laughter and unbelievable vows of others as they discovered they were still alive.

Hearing these voices, Hayes' nervousness suddenly disappeared and he realized that he had survived.

He was standing next to the dead enemy's body, for some reason, he suddenly looked down at the thing's tattered face, and suddenly felt sick, feeling like he was going to throw up, he thought he should be used to death and corpses.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a black shadow appearing beside him, and Habri came to him. The big man's right upper arm seemed to be injured, dripping blood, and his face was tightly wrinkled.

"The wounded return to the starting point first, and the second company continues to move forward. We need to occupy an air purification station within an hour, which is a key position."

Olanios said, turning his head to look in the direction of Hayes.

"Hayes, your squad is responsible for bringing the wounded back to the starting point."

"receive!"

After that, Hayes and his comrades began to help the wounded. Those who were slightly injured were simply bandaged, and those who were seriously injured went to a temporary stretcher. Everyone tried their best to walk back.

The field hospital was set up in the rail transit station they occupied. It was originally a place to dispatch mine cars from all directions, and it was also a rare and spacious area underground. However, because of this, there were so many passages around it, large and small. So much so that when they were resting here, enemies kept running out to harass them. It wasn't until they set up tarantula turrets and sirens at almost every possible entrance and exit that this place was considered safe.

When Hayes and the others struggled to return to the starting point, other companies in the regiment also returned one after another. Outside the field hospital~www.wuxiaspot.com~the bodies of those who died in the past 10 hours were lined up in a row. Because the people who transport the corpses only come every 10 hours.

Those who died had no boots on their feet, stripped their protective armor, some had their faces covered with shrouds, and the rest were naked in the biting cold with the features of death: all People are like logs ready to be burned.

Or that all of their lives are just like insignificant firewood, Hayes thought as he watched, those people he knew before, across unimaginable empty distances, fighting for goals they knew nothing about, and finally died. Only to become a temporary landmark in this unforgiving and war-torn landscape.

for what?

Probably, as the pastor said?

For, the Emperor?

To Hayes this seemed the least senseless and utterly futile lesson of all the horrors he had witnessed in this dark subterranean world.

(end of this chapter)