Another day passed, and in their muddy uniforms they waited for orders behind higher trenches that shielded them from the firing line.
Four kilometers away from the landing area, most of the soldiers looked at the rough stone wall as a temporary barrier in a daze. The experience on the front line had driven the fear out of their bodies.
There are many zombie-like soldiers who no longer believe in the fact that they are still alive, and their faces show that they have accepted their upcoming fate.
Miller, who had been promoted to company commander, turned his back to the trench and looked at the soldiers who had been selected and marked as elite, realizing that most of them were exhausted mentally and physically.
The priests walked towards the queue, saying nothing but muttering blessings.
Because death is waiting quietly in front of the trench, in the dry land without a drop of water, in the thousands-meter-long bunkers and gun bunkers built in special shapes on the other side.
The fire coverage of those guns was carefully planned, and the zigzag line of defense was formed into a deadly star shape to meet any surprise attack with ruthless firepower.
The aliens have assembled a large number of troops to protect the core of their satellite fortress. This huge fortification even has a large defensive laser array located in an extension of the bunker, so that it can directly pass through the void shield of the bunker itself.
When this laser array can work, the fleet cannot directly attack the fortress. If the fleet cannot directly attack the fortress, the void shield cannot be exhausted.
And if the void shield cannot be exhausted, then there is no doubt that the alien is safe.
Therefore, the fortifications, which are comparable to meat grinders, must be broken through through infantry assault.
The 2413th Infantry Regiment has already tried to do this. They attacked two days ago without success, leaving only a lot of blood and corpses.
Those soldiers knew these things well, and if they crashed, they would end up in the same fate.
They looked away from the defensive laser arrays in the distance of the assault trenches, projecting deadly firepower on starships in orbit, and focused on their superior officers, as if the noble blood of those officers could block the attack from the aliens. Same firepower.
However, those officers were no less afraid than their lower-ranking soldiers. Their calmness was just a performance, an expression on their faces.
Both soldiers and officers knew that this was the case, and they shared the fear of being unacknowledged, whether they were high-ranking or ordinary people.
When they boarded the transport ship and said goodbye to their families, no one could have expected such a situation.
However, they must face the jaws of death.
Those officers who might have never looked back to take a second look at their soldiers in the camp before were now looking back constantly, checking again and again on the soldiers they led.
Their worries increased, not just about the situation of the war, but about their own fate.
In such a depressing atmosphere, Miller walked through the silent trenches with a cigarette in his mouth.
The new company commander had many advantages over his men.
First of all, his body is very strong. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a head taller than those ordinary soldiers.
Also, even after a battle, his uniform is much cleaner than that of his colleagues, which is considered by his men as one of the proofs of their natural leadership, which means they only have to worry about his own worries.
The front line was quiet, and the regimental flags on the ground were flipping in the biting cold wind.
The communication channel was silent, as if nothing happened.
Maybe everyone is used to it. Since landing here a week ago, everything has happened day after day.
Each day, the artillery bombardment would begin at the same time.
Each day, soldiers would set out from their camps and arrive in the trenches.
Every day, they would climb over the top of the trenches and fight their enemies meter by meter for the blood-soaked ground.
Finally, when the two sides separated like tired bulls, they fell back to their respective lines until the next numerical morning.
But everyone knows that there is no morning at all on the Flen-5 satellite, and it is always dusk here.
call out----!
A piercing scream pierced the sky, and the alien laser array was activated, which also marked the moment for the two sides to see each other again.
Every ten minutes, the air is rent by man-made thunder, caused by the way high-energy weapons emit streams of heat and fire at orbiting ships.
Miller reached for his pistol and flipped up the holster with his thumb, the mud falling away from his weapon.
After a long period of bombardment, the asteroid has become a filthy world with no way to keep anything clean.
Enemy fire marked the beginning of the day's action.
In retaliation, the human artillery fired back. The roar of many artillery made the lieutenant think that the orbital bombardment had not stopped.
"Keep calm, Lieutenant, and if you can't encourage your people, rely on your people to find encouragement."
Suddenly, a hand with white gloves that was rarely found in this muddy war zone grabbed Miller's shoulder.
"War and fear make all men equal in the eyes of the Emperor, and comradeship is the Emperor's gift to those who serve him."
Commissar Yarrick appears at Miller's side and tries to comfort him, even though Miller knows the man will probably shoot him for the smallest act of cowardice.
The other party has a kind of fanaticism that goes deep into the bone marrow, and this thing that comes from faith basically cannot be changed.
"I also hope they get used to this."
Miller muttered, he glanced at Zheng Yu's shiny uniform from the tip of his hat to his boots, wondering how the other party managed to keep his dick so clean.
Alex's hand let go of his.
"Can't wait to join the fight? Very good. I commend your courage. Your desire to get close to the enemy and fight with it is a credit."
The young political leader nodded in approval, but Miller did not tell him that it was just because he was tired of fear rather than courage that pushed him to end the matter.
The company's chaplain and his acolyte approached Miller, their censer's bitter incense diluting the stench of the rotting corpse.
The priest began his prayers and anointed the weapons of the people with holy oil.
With half the group gathered here, Miller murmured a prayer as he went on, until the priest finished his blessing and walked away.
Suddenly, there was a movement in the crowd from the front of the platoon. The soldiers changed their formations and turned their heads.
"It looks like the soldiers are ready."
Alex said looking straight ahead.
"Notice!"
Miller spoke to his command team, flanked by the orderly and deputy company commander - also experienced veterans who had just been promoted.
The messenger carried a long-distance radio, while the deputy company commander carried a flamethrower.
The last member of the command team is a medical soldier. It is said that he is from a noble family and is also a serious doctor, not the goddamn veterinarian in Miller's previous company.
But Miller didn't know how he got into a low-level infantry regiment like the 4377th.
Soon, a burst of radio rustling came from the radio station.
"The communication system is online"
The messenger said, and he and Miller looked at each other.
"Very good, today's order will be issued soon. Soldiers, check your weapons!"
Miller's voice sounded a little pompous to most soldiers' ears because
The instructions are basically the same every day.
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