They were going too slowly. Timothy ordered them to pick up the pace. Those that didn’t or were unable to were to be left behind. The only exception was wheelchair users who had soldiers assigned to carry them to safety. He ordered his troops to the rear to try and protect at least the swift-moving civilians. A few moments later the sweet sound of machine gun fire ran out through caves.
It was only a matter of time without the heavy cannons. He knew that from his first battle. But a bit more time was all that he needed. He could feel that he was driving upwards now and found himself bobbling up and down over the stone surface.
His troops were going frantic and he could hear the screams of death over the communicator. It was over though, the enemy just didn’t realize it yet. He set off the preliminary explosions. This sealed off the enemy menace killing many of his own men.
Then a few minutes later he set off the rest of them to bury the enemy.
The plan had worked to perfection. A few hours later they exited the vast underground chamber with the remaining survivors. By then, the Tyranid ship had already left its orbit and was sulking back to its hive.
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