Chapter 442 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Twenty-Seven) Gray Hunter Marsh

Chapter 442 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadow (Twenty-Seven) Gray Hunter-Marsh

"I want to know too..." Ruger had no intention of dodging, but just lowered his head and recalled the bloody battles of the past few days.

The power armor servo on his neck began to scream again, and the noise barrier began to appear more and more frequently in the communicator.

The sound of the monitoring device meant a warning that the wound on the abdominal cavity had cracked again, and the concealment of battlefield information was definitely from the hands of those depraved bastards.

The Mark VI power armor after the fierce battle was obviously not maintained, and the red blood was slowly oozing out from the damaged airtight layer.

"You..." Helm slowly relaxed his clenched gloves. He saw the hidden wound of Ruger in the direction of his sense of smell, turned his head and looked in the direction of the pharmacist, who nodded slightly, which made him feel a little relieved.

It's good that he's not dead, it's good that he's not dead...

Bang! Helm picked up the water cup on the table and drank it in one gulp, and the cold glacial water flowed down his beard. The pain in his stomach made Helm's mind more clear, but there were still too many details of the battle here that he had not asked.

The noise at the door of the command room made the three people's eyes turn, and the door curtain made of rags was also lifted by a big hand.

"Dad! There is work to do!" Marsh's big head poked out from under the door curtain, but he obviously had no intention of going in.

The two leaders made a lot of noise, and the ears of the wolf cubs were even more alert. If the enemy in front had not started to move again, Marsh would definitely not want to come in at this time.

Helm strode out and signaled to the pharmacist who had little presence. While the latter was treating Ruger's wound, he got out of the fortifications first and walked towards the high point of the battle line under the guidance of Marsh.

"What's the problem?" As the two were walking on the road, Helm calmly inspected the status of the position.

The veterans along the way clasped hands with him in tacit understanding, while the new recruits were being instructed by the veterans to carry the ammunition and supplies from the rear to the front positions, and hid them in some hidden positions according to the habits of the hunting group.

The auxiliary troops and the mechanical servants had all died in the last battle, but these rough jobs still had to be done by someone. The veterans were already troubled by the excessive energy of the recruits, so the work of carrying these machines fell into the hands of the blood claws.

Marsh was an exception. His performance in the last battle was acceptable. At least in the eyes of the veterans, his bloody courage was being replaced by calmness.

This was a good phenomenon, because most recruits died in the blood claw stage because they were "too brave". And this drawback came from their bloodline, which was one of the inherent characteristics and growth stages of the Wolf Spiral.

So the hunting group had no other way to deal with it, and could only take a laissez-faire attitude.

When the surviving recruits grew to the next stage of the gene module, the calm recruits would naturally have a higher survival rate.

And when they are lucky enough to survive to that time, they will also be given more important battlefield functions: the team's firepower and the main force of the attack - the Gray Hunter.

But there are exceptions to everything, and Marsh, who was different from his peers during the Blood Claw period, is such a special example.

His desire for destruction on the battlefield is much more restrained than that of the Blood Claws of the same period, and he has obvious rationality at the critical moments of several bloody battles. And he thought that no one knew all this, but he didn't know that it was all within the vision of the veterans.

Wolf cubs who know how to act within their capabilities can always live longer, and cubs who have learned to be cunning are more likely to become alpha wolves. Although the rules in the hunting group are cruel, after discovering this special "seed", they are still willing to provide better growth opportunities and better protection for cubs who show similar characteristics.

So there was another person's name on the booklet in the hands of the alpha wolf Hoffman, and Helm and the members of the Brotherhood also tacitly arranged this ignorant recruit to a position closer to the command in the next battle.

But this is just a tendency, and it has nothing to do with doting.

Marsh's sufferings will never be less than other blood claws. On the contrary, he will face more cruel and harsh eyes in his next service.

This is the case with the descendants of Russ. Only when the young wolf proves its excellence with its fangs will it be recognized by the predecessors in the hunting group and have the opportunity to shoulder heavier obligations.

"Assistant NCO" is the product of this compromise.

It is not a fixed rank, but if Marsh continues to maintain his current performance in the next battle, he will be only one step away from being recognized by all members of the Brotherhood and becoming a Grey Hunter decades earlier...

"The contact with the Dalian headquarters was cut off, just ten minutes ago." Marsh said while picking up important intelligence.

"Tell me something I don't know!" Helm interrupted Marsh rudely, and the latter was accustomed to his father's increasingly harsh attitude recently.

"Comrades who went to the glacier behind to get water reported that the melting speed of the glacier there is accelerating."

"What else?" The two walked to the high point of the position while talking. The Blood Claw on the observation post wisely stepped away from the instrument and exchanged glances with Marsh secretly.

"How is Dad in a good mood?"

"Not good, very irritable..."

Marsh lowered his head to cut off this brief communication, and continued to report by picking up the latest news from the data board.

"Someone from the defense force in the front position just reported that the fortress guarded by the 139th Motorized Infantry Regiment on the left has lost contact."

"Huh?" Helm put down the instrument in his hand, turned his head and followed Marsh's fingers to find the fortress on the data pad.

After thinking for a moment, he looked up and asked Marsh: "How long?"

"Two hours ago." Marsh said, and that happened to be when the battle here in Luke just ended.

Having just left the team's field of vision, he didn't understand the significance of this piece of information, but he still vaguely felt the crisis in it.

Helm, on the other hand, knew much better about the consequences of this news. He figured it out almost instantly and began to make simple measurements with his knuckles on the map displayed on the data board...

This is a trap.

Ruger's victory in the previous battle was false, and the enemy's target should be Helm's last mobile force and the entire position at the southern foot of the Fermara Mountains.

The tactical position of the high-point fortress on the left wing is not important, and there is nothing to blame for the regimental-level Astra Militarum garrisoning it.

But this fortress has a problem that no one thought of before the war. After six days of orbital bombing, the original glaciers that originally accumulated on the back of the fortress have disappeared.

And what changes will this bring?

If Helm had guessed correctly, after this originally unimportant fortress was lost, there would be a road that could go all the way up the ridge to the back of Helm's position without alerting any air defense arrays.

Then what?

Then there was a demolition team with melta bombs, which took more than ten minutes to install the bombs on the remaining glacier at the end of the canyon.

Then there was a boom, and the entire core position at the southern foot of the Fermara Mountains was melted, and the debris flow formed by melting came down from the top of the mountain, squeezing all the remaining glaciers in the canyon along the way, and taking them away in a wave.

"Why did you report it?"

Helm turned and walked towards the command post, and while asking Marsh, he used hand signals to signal "emergency evacuation" to the old wolves along the way.

The old wolves did not ask the reason, obviously they were used to such emergencies. They didn't even make eye contact. They just started to assemble their respective teams while keeping their tone unchanged.

As for those supplies just now? It's not important at this time.

"The regiment's communication station was blown up, and the mechanical priest accompanying the regiment was also sniped. They sent the information manually, so it was very slow..."

Marsh was still trying to interpret the information on the data pad, but he followed Helm's footsteps and collided with Helm.

"Listen!" Marsh raised his head, just in time to see Helm's face on his forehead.

His father's uncharacteristic seriousness made him feel a sense of panic that he had not seen for a long time, and the veterans who had gathered around him from unknown time made him even more at a loss what to do.

It was a scrutinizing gaze from a hunting group, and the meaning behind this gaze caught him off guard, and at the same time, there was a heavy feeling that made him panic...

"The alpha wolf is not here and there is no time for the ceremony. Let's just go through the process briefly." Helm said calmly.

"Second." Another long-toothed veteran looked at Marsh, then nodded in agreement.

"Second." The other two Longtusks also expressed their stance, while the Gray Hunters expressed their attitude with silence.

"Okay, the four of us agree to go to the next step."

As Helm spoke, he took off a emblem that marked his military rank from his chest, then spread his hands to show it, while looking at the others and asked:

"I propose to promote the recruit in front of me. His merits are enough, and the calmness in his blood is enough to restrain the meaningless blood bravery.

Under the watchful eyes of Allfather and Ruth, and under the witness of the Brotherhood, do you agree to this proposal? "

"Second!" Everyone responded in unison. Even Luger didn't know when he arrived. The wild wolves in the entire camp witnessed Marsh's promotion. Only he himself was still confused.

Helm hung the bronze emblem on the recruit's chest.

"Listen, recruit! I'm here to approve your promotion proposal on behalf of Russ, Alpha Wolf, in the name of the Brotherhood.

From now on, you are a Gray Hunter. "

"Huh?" Marsh looked at Helm blankly, then slowly and stiffly turned his neck to look around.

He instinctively sensed the meaning behind this promotion on the battlefield, and then tried to remember the appearance of all his comrades at this moment.

Mitchell, Hobson, Alyochev, Burrows...

The veterans looked at him no differently than before. If there must be a change, it might be that their expectations have turned into more stringent expectations.

But Helm did not give him more time to appreciate it. Instead, he pointed to the end of the canyon behind the position and said to Gray Hunter Marsh:

"Go there and hold there until we come back."

renew.