The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Vol 2 Chapter 1797: new company commander

Chapter 1797 New Company Commander

The battle was over, but Hayes didn't feel relaxed. Bells and bells rang through the dim ruins, and the mournful sound passed through the rubble and echoed in everyone's ears.

When the soldiers tried to collect the corpses of their comrades-in-arms, the bells of the priests kept ringing, which reminded the souls of those fallen soldiers to return to the holy seat, and prayed to the emperor to take in these not noble but brave people, and keep evil away from them .

During this time, Hayes was looking for something.

The bodies of Marko and Thomson were found. The former was fine and basically complete, but the latter not only lost half of his body, but also the part above the jaw disappeared.

Hayes just wanted to get back the part of his comrades who lost his limbs, because Hashett often said that people who come whole should go away whole.

But he failed, and got worse news—

Their company commander was dead, and he didn't even remember the other's name, but the veteran's tough and decisive style left a deep impression on him.

As he wandered through the camp, Hayes felt the weight of his soul like a boulder tied around his neck. He had seen so much death today that every time he passed a corpse lying on the ground, His heart will be even heavier.

At this time, he watched the corpse trucks slowly coming along the road cleared by the armored troops before, and the corpses were piled up in the truck like firewood.

He stopped and watched the driver get out of the driver's seat and, together with several porters, carried the body onto the corpse truck.

These corpse collectors did not take any precautions, and they looked like ordinary Astra Militarum, only the black helmets on their heads distinguished them from ordinary soldiers.

Hayes came to his comrade-in-arms. He shook his head regretfully at Hashett, and then said his final farewell to the people on the ground.

"next life"

Hashett looked at the two dog tags in his hand, shook his head, and sighed:

"Reincarnate in the upper nest in the next life, and don't go to the lower nest to live a miserable life."

"Uncle Hashett, what is the next life? What does reincarnation mean?"

Hashett stretched out his hand, rubbed Hayes' head, and muttered to himself:

"Thoughts that keep us from utter despair"

"Think about it."

Hayes looked down at the corpse covered in white cloth on the ground. No matter how alive the life was, it seemed that only a withered shell was left in the end.

He still remembered that the instructor once said that facing death would make people lose their weakness, but Hayes found that he did not become strong either.

At this time, the priest came over and circled the dead body with the incense burner in his hand, praying for the emperor's protection for the soul of the dead, and then the porter carried the body away.

The priest continued on to the other corpses, his white robes fluttering in the dim firelight, and a slight breeze brought the stench of the battlefield, normally unwelcome, but now paled in the face of death.

After cleaning up the battlefield, it was time for meals, because today is Sanguinius Day, thanks to the blessing of their commander Arni, the soldiers got extra meals, not only half-warm bread, but also a piece of fruit, a big A barbecue of an unknown poultry, and a very rare dessert—ice cream with a little industrial aroma.

The improved food made the soldiers feel a little better, and the situation seemed less bleak than before, but this was an illusion, coming from a temporary full stomach, but still no one talked about the honor of the Corps, no one cared, Or even if they cared, they put the value of being alive above any illusory concepts like duty and honor.

For many, the future seems dark and uncertain no matter how you look at it.

But for Hayes, who tasted sweets for the first time, the joy brought by the milky ice cream made him forget a lot of complicated emotions, and Hashett even gave up his own share—the veteran said his stomach was not good Well, can't eat these things.

Beside Hayes, Hashett was playing with an old radio. It is said that he exchanged a pocket watch he found from a dead man for another. Veteran oil is very smart in this regard, knowing that this kind of thing is hot, It was replaced immediately.

Soon, after a burst of white noise, a sweet but monotonous female voice came from the radio.

"...At the end of this month, 1.2 million officers and soldiers of the empire launched the battle to liberate the planetary capital of Ayining. They fought fiercely for a week and killed countless enemies. In addition, during this battle, the empire's invincible artillery fired tens of thousands of artillery pieces, eroding hundreds of kilometers, and the heretics ran away... According to reliable sources, the artillerymen of the empire killed a big leader, and the heretic snatched back the body, wrapped it in a red cloth, and carried it away crying loudly. After many confirmations, this person must be the big leader of the heretical blood snake demon..."

Hashett sneered after hearing this.

"It's nonsense, the space fighter was killed by shelling for you so easily? Then can I kill one with a knife?"

Suddenly, Hayes, who was halfway through eating, thought of something, put the carton of ice cream aside, and then took out the expedition manual issued in the recruit camp from his backpack, and then wrote it on the first page very seriously. A crooked Low Gothic writes what the battle feels like, and puts a gold star behind the names of Marco and Thomson on the second page, then turns to the third page and punches a hole.

"You still have it."

The fish head, Gofez, came over after seeing it, and then grinned, as if he was a catfish that had swallowed the bait.

"I forgot about that."

Suddenly, he slapped his head.

"That's right, I can't read, why don't you write for me."

As soon as Fitz said this, other people in the class came together and threw the expedition manual to Hayes, making him flustered.

"Wait, wait, the instructor said that you have to write it yourself—"

"Little devil, you know how to read, not bad."

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him, Hayes turned his head, and saw a man who was covered in dust as if he had just rolled out of a coal pile, standing on a sandbag, looking down at him.

His age seems to be in his thirties~www.readwn.com~ The armor on his body looks severely worn, almost even the logo has been worn off, a laser gun is held in one hand, the helmet is hanging on the muzzle, and a little blood is splashed on his body , the skin looked dark and dirty—or covered in gunpowder smoke, and the short black hair looked like weeds, even the stubble on his chin. This man was not so much a soldier as a refugee.

But his eyes gave Hayes a different feeling, he didn't know how to describe it, he was tired rather than tired, contrary to this tiredness, his eyes were very bright, on such a gray body , it seems that there shouldn't be such a pair of smart eyes, maybe these are the brightest pair of eyes that Hayes has ever seen, and there seems to be a lot of emotion in them, which seems to be joking and pity.

But when he laughed, he seemed a little nervous again.

Although it was the first time we met, Hayes subconsciously felt that the other party always had a smile on his face. Probably everyone around him who saw him for the first time would feel this way, but this kind of smile was not necessarily comfortable, because it was not a smile. It was an attitude, an attitude that made Hayes' barely happy mood quickly sink down.

Weird, this was his first impression of Hayes.

Hashett also looked at this person carefully, then frowned.

"Who are you? Which company?"

(end of this chapter)

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