The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 666 War and Purgatory

   "Pvt, don't be stupid."

   Hartman Paul called Glass from where he was sitting.

  Medical soldier Wannis squatted under the root of the remaining wall, leaning forward to look after Nek, the machine gunner lying on the ground, next to the opened medical kit.

   Hartman walked over and took a look.

   "How is it?"

   "Neck's current situation can't go away."

  The medical soldier shook his head and said with regret,

  "This is not an injury that the Battlefield Hemostatic Pack can handle. I don't think he can survive."

  Correspondent Epirus wiped his face with his hand, then moved his gaze to one side and whispered:

   "Yes, I think so too."

   Hartman sighed lightly. Neck was a warrior. When all his comrades were killed, he held a heavy machine gun to support him. The main reason was that he could survive the position.

   "Well, what should we do then?"

   "You know what we should do, captain."

  The medical soldier's words carry a cruel metaphor, and Hartman immediately realized it.

   "I...Oh, throne, I am now the leader here, am I not? I guess this job can only be done by me."

  He walked towards Nek, the machine gunner was barely alive, his internal organs had been pierced by a long piece of debris, his breath was thin and his complexion pale.

   Hartman looked at each other, shaking his head.

   "Neck, I really can't do anything, I'm really sorry, the medical soldiers have tried their best, but..."

"I know."

  The machine gunner squeezed an ugly smile on his blood and dusty face.

   Hartman, who was struggling in his heart, lowered his head and prayed for a moment, then drew his pistol.

  "This is the mercy of the emperor."

  After speaking, he shot Neck through the head with one shot.

   "You can't do this!"

  The gunner, who had been sitting on the ground to rest, heard the gunshots and immediately turned his head. After seeing Hartman shooting Nek, he immediately protested loudly and jumped from the fallen tree he was sitting on.

   Hartman looked at Neck on the ground for a while, then walked away from him.

"It has been done, and I do have the right to do so. As we all know, it is stipulated in the regulations-if someone is injured and cannot continue, it is kind of kindness to end his pain early, or when a person's condition will be critical When other comrades around him are safe, senior military officers have the right to enforce the emperor's mercy."

   "Even so..."

  As soon as the gunner wanted to speak, Lunent had put a big hand on the opponent's shoulder, and the gunner swallowed the words back.

   "You yelled because of this little thing and you would attract Green Skin, kid."

  Lunent said calmly.

   "Everyone is in the same boat now, and now we don't want to worry about it, do you know what I mean?"

  The gunner nodded. Although he still looked disgusted, he obviously understood the meaning of the big guy.

There are rumors in the    group that Luneng was once a well-known gang member, or at least he was also a capable gangster of a certain gang tycoon, the kind of person who would break the knees of others for money, or even attack more ruthlessly.

  At that moment, he believed it.

  "My name is Siwari, the gunner, second class"

   Hartman Paul glanced at him.

   "You are just a private soldier now. Before you find the next gun, I have the final say here. Everyone, hurry up and allocate the equipment. We will leave right away."

   Hartman glanced at Nek’s corpse, bent over to remove the opponent’s dog tag, and whispered:

   "I will take you home."

After   , they basically said nothing. After a brief collection of supplies and the dog tags of the dead, they set off to the designated retreat location.

  After leaving the position, they entered a residential area. The streets were full of debris scattered on the ground, but they did not find any roadblocks or firepoints in the meantime.

   "It's a mess."

  Everyone slowed down and bypassed the wreckage of some vehicles that were destroyed by some heavy weapons. They looked like civilian vehicles, and the thin metal plates on them were torn apart like the outer packaging bags of rations.

Hartman tried not to carefully check the tragic condition in the car, because no matter who stays in these cars, the burnt bones after their death should be completely entangled together. It is estimated that a senior coroner can be used to distinguish them. Which corpse originally came from.

  But this possibility is very slim. I am afraid that only the emperor knows who they are, and maybe only his old man will care about such things.

  Until now, they have found no signs of survivors, even so Hartman still hopes that Greenskin has given up here.

Along the way,

  There are corpses lying everywhere, most of them are humans, of all ages and genders. Apparently when they tried to escape, they were hit by bullets or chopped into meat sauce by sharp melee weapons.

  There are also soldiers who died in order to cover the retreat of civilians.

However, the situation is not one-sided, there are also many green-skinned corpses lying around, and some assholes-Hartman has nothing to say about the fact that there are so many civilians in the war zone. The nest is safe. The area is getting smaller and smaller, food and water are gradually becoming a huge problem

  , so it’s impossible for everyone to get shelter.

   "It's been a while since the battle was over."

Hartman stopped to look at the body of a captain who died for protecting civilians and came to the conclusion that after the man’s weapon was taken away, Greenskin killed him from the wound on the corpse of a fart next to him. Judging, it was obviously a large-caliber automatic pistol.

  There are at least a thousand corpses in this place, most of them are beginning to decay, obviously not a day or two days ago.

  Luneng nodded, staring at the green-skinned corpse in a daze, obviously hoping that he had a flamethrower in his hand to burn them to ashes.

   "It looks like that."

  The deeper you go to the rear ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the worse the situation becomes. The brutal atrocities of the invaders are all over the eyes-the killing and destruction of those animals is purely from their own instincts.

  Although Hartman is usually gentle, this time he felt unable to restrain the anger in his heart.

His unforgettable hatred for these aliens deepened. He could not accept that a peaceful and peaceful community was destroyed in this way, especially when he learned that his hometown suffered the same suffering not long ago. This shame is so humiliating. Intolerable.

  At this time, the squad kept the reconnaissance queue moving forward, several meters apart, alternately covering each other from bunker to bunker, relying on sign language to keep in touch, and trying to minimize the sound of communication.

  As Hartman was about to leave the bunker in front of a store, Lunent suddenly raised his hand to stop everyone, and he turned and hid in the shadow of a trash can.

   "There are enemies."

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

   Hartman squeezed the laser gun in his other hand, crouched down, and aimed at the street outside.

  It didn't take long for everyone to wait for the goal.

  (End of this chapter)