Sparky awoke from his coma, beside him the corpse of his former robe.

Including the commissar who was about to shoot people at every turn, he and his strange distorted posture lay in the pile of corpses, and his chest was pierced by two light guns. Sparky cautiously reached out to test the commissar's snort, and although the commissar still had his eyes open and his pistol clenched in his hand, he was clearly dead for a long time.

"The commissar is dead......"

Although everyone usually cursed this ruthless political commissar with a rigid personality in private, but when he really saw the other party die, Sparker did not feel relaxed or happy at all, because everyone died, worthless on the Imperial warship.

Sparky couldn't hold a few seconds of silence for everyone, and the explosion outside pulled his thoughts back.

"I have to live!" Sparky said to himself.

Picking up the laser rifle, Sparky followed his memory to find a way out of the ship, whose support structure had been severely deformed during the crash, and the occasional explosions had further devastated the ship's wreckage.

It was not only the collapsing deck, the broken and fallen beams, but also the fire and condensation that could freeze instantaneously from the cracked pipe walls. Explosions continued to occur in front of and behind him, which further made it more difficult to find a safe exit.

Sparky had to grope his way cautiously, trying his best to find a chance to survive the moaning battleship.

In between the creaking of the metal's deformation, he would try to keep shouting, hoping that someone would be as lucky as he was. Based on past experience, the battlefield is likely to shift to the surface of the planet where the battleship fell in the near future, and Spark hopes to have enough men around by then, because more people means a better chance of survival.

"Emperor forbid!" Sparky finally responded, and though the voice had become very faint in his ears through the obstacles, he really heard it.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Sparky moved forward between the steel wreckage and the bloody corpses, and as he squeezed through a deformed deck passage, he saw the man who was calling out to him, and the man's right foot was crushed under a beam.

Sparky ran over and took off the bag on his waist to store medical supplies while kneeling down on one knee: "I'm Sparky Priestley, the platoon commander of the 709th Regiment of Kadian, where else did you hurt besides your foot?"

"Oh, the Emperor's blood!" the man tilted his head, his tense face finally relaxed. "My name is Brandon Sean, a sniper from the 504th Regiment, Platoon Commander Sparky help me remove the iron beam, my feet are almost unconscious. ”

"It's good, and I can still speak normally. Sparker patted Brandon on the shoulder, then leaned down to inspect the beam.

The beam shattered one side of the deck, creating a fist-sized gap with the deformed iron wall, and Brandon's ankle was stuck in it.

Sparker didn't dare to act rashly, the iron beam was too big for him to lift it, and even if he could move, the slightest carelessness could cause a secondary collapse, and Brandon's feet might be directly crushed into flesh.

But as a rule of thumb, Sparker reassured: "Your boy's luck is really good, if the iron beam moves a little more, your feet will be gone." ”

"Yes, yes. Please help, I really can't feel it!"

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out right away. Sparky stood up, stepped over Brandon's body, and looked down through the hole in the beam's collapse, and then looked up again. "Okay, I know what to do!"

Sparky picked up a few steel pipes from the ground, put them under the beam, and then brought a few pieces of iron that were strong enough to shove into the gap between the beam and the deck.

"I'm counting one, two, three, and then I try to move the beam as best I can, and you have to get your foot out at the right time. Soldier, can you do that?"

"Okay, I see. Brandon began to pray in his heart for the Emperor's blessing.

Sparky pressed his shoulders against the crossbar and began to take a deep breath: "One, two, three!"

A few seconds later, the slogan sounded again. This time, a tooth-were-rooting, scalp-tinging crunch began to creak between the beam and the deck, and Spark's shoulders sank and he quickly let go, shouting at the same time, "It's now!"

Bang, dang, dang......

All that remained was the heavy gasps of the two men.

"Haha, hahaha, my feet!" Brandon took off his shoes and rubbed his feet, then kissed them fiercely in ecstaty. "Thank you, thank you, Platoon Commander Spark!"

After a short break, the two introduced themselves more formally, because Spark's previous position was platoon commander, and Brandon was just an ordinary soldier, so the surviving top commander of the 709th Regiment temporarily had a soldier of the 504th Regiment under his command.

"Let's go, we need to find our way out, and we have to find more people at the same time. Sparky gave the order.

The two began to search the wreckage of the battleship, and when they finally came to the gap in the wreckage of the battleship, the team had reached more than 400 members, ironically because most of the people in the Imperial Navy were originally concentrated on the other side of the battleship, so Sparker and they found all the survivors of the Imperial Defense Force.

Of course, they also found some mechanical slaves, but those were mechanically modified and brainwashed into having only machines/personnel with maintenance instincts, which were not of much use to Spark's team at the moment.

Yes, this is Spark's ranks, for more than four hundred survivors, Riespark, are the highest-ranking officers, and none of the higher officials survived......

Among the more than 400 people, there are 504 regiments, 725 regiments, 336 regiments, and so on more than a dozen regiments of soldiers, for a battleship that can fit nearly 100,000 people, a dozen regiments are almost 20,000 people, and the battleship can fully accommodate it, but no one ever expected that the battleships of the imperial navy would become the graves of the vast majority of people.

When Sparky came to the huge wound of the battleship with this mixed super-choreography, the soldier who was walking in the front scouting suddenly raised his arm, and everyone suppressed the joy in their hearts, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

Sparky walked to the front of the line and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Platoon Commander Spark, there's greenskins on this planet!" replied the Scout as he lay on the ground.

This is the first time they have observed the planet where the battleship fell, although everyone knows that the greenskins are all over the galaxy, but no one expected that there are just so on this planet, and those greenskins are just outside the battleship, and below them, even without binoculars, you can see those ugly greenskinned creatures are building vehicles from the wreckage dropped from the battleship.

Thankfully, the Emperor forbids, and Sparker has lost count of the number of times he has said thank you to the Emperor that day, but he must say it again at this moment, because the number of those green skins is really too small to imagine.

"Scavenging vultures, sewer rats!" Sparker cursed. "Inform everyone, look for favorable terrain and prepare for battle. Brandon, find these greenskinned heads for me, you fire the first shot, remember, you must blow its head out for me!"