The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1791 War Beast

"Go! Little bastard! Keep going!"

Hayes turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from. There were many people surrounded there, so he walked over and squeezed through the crowd, and saw a "heretic" standing tremblingly under a broken wall.

This man looked about the same age as Hayes, only fifteen or sixteen years old. Those red carapaces hung on his thin body and looked sparse. His short brown hair was dirty because of being stained with mud and blood, and his face was dirty. It's the same, but a mark can be vaguely seen on the right cheek. At this time, he looked at the crowd surrounding him in a panic, and his trembling lips seemed to be whispering something.

Looking at this supposedly "enemy" boy, Hayes suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was another self in the world.

What is his name?

And why did you come to this battlefield?

Is he scared and regretful now?

"Little heretical bastard, couldn't you run just now?"

A rough voice sounded, interrupting Hayes' imagination. He turned his head and found that it was another squad leader in the battalion. This fierce man with stubble seemed to be from the hive gangsters. He had a very violent personality, but he was also very Be loyal.

At this time, the man had a cigarette in his mouth, and then raised the laser gun. Seeing this, the boy instinctively wanted to hide aside, but the laser immediately hit the direction he was going to run, and burned a black spot on the iron wall. Also scared the boy's footsteps.

He turned around, as if explaining something, and raised his hands.

The next second, a laser shot precisely hit his left knee, causing him to let out a miserable scream.

His leg was broken, and black smoke rose from the anxious broken leg.

"I won!"

A soldier yelled, and then stretched out his hand to the person beside him. The person shook his head helplessly, and took out a military ticket from his pocket and handed it to the person.

This kind of novelty was issued to them before going to the battlefield. The quartermaster said at the time that it was "the super-standard one given to you by the Supreme Commander of the Great Expeditionary Army, Soshyan Alexei. You should be grateful to Dade and serve him with death." Favor.", but Hayes couldn't figure out what the purpose of this unique textured note was, but everyone loved it.

"Look at me this time."

Another soldier raised his gun, but this shot went sideways, scraping the fallen boy's thigh and hitting the ground.

"Oh shit!"

With a curse, the soldier took out a military ticket and gave it to the other party.

The pain made the boy howl, and just as he raised his right hand to wipe his tears or cover his eyes, a laser shot at his elbow and broke his hand amidst his screams.

The soldiers let out a burst of laughter. Looking at the boy rolling on the ground, Hayes couldn't express the feeling in his heart. He couldn't understand the boy's accent. Maybe he was calling his mother?

He really wanted to stop this kind of behavior, but he didn't dare, all kinds of emotions were rolling in his mind, the inexplicable hatred on the battlefield gave way to his kind nature, and even made him want to vomit.

Suddenly, a rough hand closed his eyes, and then he heard gunshots, and the boy's cries died away.

"Hashett, what are you doing, you bastard!"

"Dimar, you idiot, and you still bring people here to play? You're playing with your mother! Didn't you see our son's head coming? You want to be shot by the political commissar, right?"

"Fuck, it's really here, everyone break up!"

Hayes then felt Hashett lead him around, but he heard a muffled sound as the veteran's hand came down from his face.

"War will turn people into beasts, kid, that's why I'm always a deserter, don't let war corrupt your soul, stay with your teammates more, don't run around."

Hayes snorted sullenly. The joy of victory had dissipated at this time, and he began to realize that he was not suitable for the battlefield.

Followed Hashett to a well-packed place. Others in the class had already found seats to sit, drinking water and chatting. Their class was lucky. There were no casualties in the first battle. Hayes found it by himself. He sat down on a rock that was still warm, put the gun aside, took off his helmet and hung it on the muzzle, picked up the water bottle and took another two mouthfuls of cold water.

After calming down, Hayes turned his head and saw a group of well-equipped people pulling out a cordon hundreds of meters away. The soldiers inside the cordon piled up the relatively complete corpses of the enemies, and then a man in a suit The young officer with a thick windbreaker and a flamboyant air walked up to the mountain of corpses with a sword in his hand. Behind him, three soldiers held the regimental flag and posed to plant the flag. Two photographers surrounded the pile of corpses like busy bees. Stop taking pictures.

This was the first time Hayes saw their leader, who was completely different from them at first glance, no matter in appearance or temperament, so he murmured subconsciously:

"What an honorable gentleman"

"Bah! You're just a young master who doesn't understand anything, and treats war as a private game."

When Hashett, who was closest to Hayes, heard these words, he turned around and held his gun, and spat aside in disdain.

"Following this kind of person is often bad luck."

"Why?"

"Because in the eyes of people like them, we are not even ants, and we don't care how many we die."

Then the whistle sounded, and Hayes quickly jumped up from the stone.

It turned out that their regiment leader wanted to condolences to the two battalions that participated in the battle first.

The survivors of the two battalions quickly stood in three rows, and Arni walked past them with steady steps and a military salute, which he learned from the biography of Macarius, which records that Macarius After every key battle, Uth would comfort the soldiers who were leading the battle no matter how tired they were, which was very useful for boosting morale.

When he walked in front of the wounded soldiers, he would shake hands with each other and offer a brief condolence, and every soldier who shook hands with him would shout "For the Emperor"-this was explained in advance by all officers.

And when he walked in front of Hayes, Arnie stopped, and this seemingly immature soldier attracted his attention.

"Private, what's your name?"

"Report sir! My name is Hayes!"

When the other party stopped in front of him, Hayes' heart was in his throat. He had never talked to someone with such a high status. Before that, the highest rank in his world was Chief Ayi.

The tension made his whole face tense, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

Arney looked at the other party carefully again, and then asked:

"How old are you this year?"

"Fifteen. No~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sixteen!"

"Sixteen years old? So young to join the army? Is your father also a soldier?"

"Father."

Hayes didn't know how to answer for a while, the word even made him feel strange, suddenly Arney seemed to have a new discovery, stretched out his hand and lifted Hayes' helmet, and the thirteen conspicuous hairs were immediately exposed to everyone's sight inside.

"Yo, the hairstyle is quite unique."

Many people laughed, and Hayes lowered his head in embarrassment, but then Arney put his shoulders and led him out of the queue.

"Serving the country and killing the enemy at a young age, it can be seen that this little gentleman with thirteen hairs must be from a military family. Only the most loyal soldiers will have such loyal heirs. Your bravery and fearlessness will be an example for the entire army."

Hayes was stunned, he didn't know what happened, and then he stood beside his leader in a daze, watching the cameraman snap a few shots at him.

This kept him in a semi-trance state for hours afterwards, so that he didn't remember a single word of Arney's field speech that he thought was wonderful.

(end of this chapter)