God Emperor’s Angel of Death

As Hartman walked through the trenches, the mice twitched at his feet, their rabbit-like feet hanging on the ground, and the dusty fur was full of lice.

A soldier screamed with a broken voice and moved towards him in the rest place dug under the fortifications in the fully automatic mode of the laser gun. Maybe his nightmare frightened him.

The company commander in charge of the position quickly arrived and snatched the rifle from the screaming soldier, and then gave the soldier an uppercut on the jaw, and suddenly there was a sound of broken bones. Voice, the man fell into the ditch and groaned.

Hartman has no expression on his face, he just whispered as he passed by the company commander:

"He is crushed, give him a good time."

Since the beginning of the siege, Hartman has seen many soldiers undergoing mental breakdowns in cruel battles, and even madness. After all, there are very few real professional soldiers, and most of them are given temporary signs, neither Training and no preparation.

In the face of this situation, the officers have no good way. In order to prevent the panic from spreading, the most common method is to directly execute the soldiers who have mentally broken down.

The standards of each regiment are different.

In Hartman's mind, as long as he doesn't use weapons to attack his own people, he can forgive him.

This man has just opened fire on his comrades,

Hartman can't keep him anyway.

"Yes--"

The company commander only hesitated for two seconds, then he drew his pistol and shot it to the head of the fallen soldier, completely ending his pain And nightmares.

"Don't let those mice go, they are also meat."

The casually patted company commander with a blank face,

Hartman turned around Back to his den, he didn't dare to be in his house at night. He was afraid that as soon as he came out, he would find the soldiers collapsed, and Green Skin rushed up.

So he sleeps in the trenches at night-in fact, half awake and half asleep, in order to deal with emergency situations at any time.

So in the daytime, he needs to make up for two hours of sleep.

Hartman walked to the command post door in the 3rd traffic trench. The door was covered with a protective layer made of polyester fiber and an anti-poison qi twilight curtain. Then he opened the heavy door and opened it. Curtain, walked into the deep tunnel.

The officer’s air-raid trench was built in a position relative to the review. The light inside was provided by a lamp burning sodium. The light was cold and white as frost. The floor was made of intact anti-fouling boards. There are also some symbols of civilized society-bookshelves, books, icons, and coat racks.

Of course, these all are picked up on the battlefield.

When entering the command tunnel, Hartman first noticed Ellie Siti, a 16-year-old young man.

He has an easy-going personality and a simple mind. He was called a "blind boy" because of the terrible shooting accuracy. However, Hartman knew that he had worked in a small radio station before, so he became the other person. His own messenger and correspondent.

This is also his only entourage. The manpower is tight, and almost all those who can go to the trenches have gone up. His regiment has basically no civilians and logistics personnel.

Actually, Hartman doesn’t like staying with this child. The age of the child and his bright eyes remind him of his lost hometown, but it may be for this reason that he left him behind. By his side, he couldn't tell.

"Stop standing, sit down."

Hartman sat down at his small camping table. Ellie hesitated for a moment, and then sat down where the chief asked to sit. .

"You look as hungry as I thought."

As if it was planned, the man brought two dishes of food-fried egg whites and rat meat , And a large piece of roasted hard starch.

When Hartman was already gorgeous oneself, Ellie was still staring at the plate.

"Hurry up, you don’t have the chance to eat the food rationed by the officer."

Elie nervously picked up his fork and ate it. It’s him. The best meal I have eaten in the past few months reminds him of the days when he was an apprentice engineer at the radio station.

Not long after eating, he gobbled it up.

Hartman smiled and admired him, and when the meal was over, it was time to talk about business.

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

"I don't know, sir."

Ellie said, taking out the bulletin package Put it on the table.

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

Hartman paused for a while, took a sip of steaming purified water, and then Reach out for the package.

As Hartman unsealed the plastic package and took out the printed documents, the teenager's thoughts wandered.

"I've been waiting for news from that thing all night."

Then he pointed to a tactical communication station built in the mud wall with a flashing green light. machine.

"But it didn't tell me anything."

Hartman glanced at the newsletter that came out of the package.

"tsk tsk tsk, the bad news is all bad news. The last power station has to be unguarded. A few colonels were killed in battle. Reinforcement troops still sent messages of "coming soon" from time to time. Our navy is still holding banquets in orbit. They have claimed that they have killed the Greenskin warlord by orbital bombing more than 30 times.....What about Space Marines? Why is there no news about them? They will not be on vacation too, right? When did Armageddon become a holiday resort."

After eating, Ellie felt warm and comfortable. Although the chief seemed to be talking about something very bad, he was not at all do not worry.

"Sir."

Hartman lifts the head.

"What's the matter?"

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

"How do you know..."

Elie was about to take the call, but the first wave of shells roared.

Boom——————————!

Hartman almost jumped to his feet and overturned the table. His sudden movements, instead of the scream of the cannonball, made Elie jump up in shock.

The commander of Armageddon's 9th Infantry Regiment fumbled for his pistol, and then put the pistol holster on his waist in an orderly manner, after which he grabbed the speaker on the communicator under a pile of books.

"Attention all units! Armed, armed! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

He had predicted that the green leather would attack at night, but he did not expect that the green leather would choose their best Launch a surprise attack when you are slack.

These animals have also grown!

Just as the shells smashed into the trenches, Hartman rushed out of the anti-virus curtain of the command post, and a large cloud of dust fell from the top of the trenches behind him, and the narrow passages were filled with soldiers’ Roar.

Suddenly, a shell roared and slammed into the back wall of a trench lower than Hartmann, exploding a hole that could accommodate a motorcycle, and sending two panicked The soldiers took off.

In an instant, Hartman was already full of muddy water. 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 roaring one after another.

"Damn! So much!"