: "Don't make a sound, don't move, and listen to my instructions."
A group of farts slowly entered their field of vision. These little beasts were pushing a huge cart and chattering non-stop. There was also an ordinary green skin following behind, fighting against the farts, obviously urging them to do so. They moved forward faster, paying no attention to the quarrel between them.
The cart was filled with bodies, all of them dismembered. On top was a young girl with her head on her lap.
Although the blood-stained brown hair covered his face, Hartman seemed to be able to feel that the other person's eyes were looking at him, and a terrifying conjecture about the final destination of the trolley came into his mind.
"These bastards!"
Sivali was enraged and was about to shoot when Hartman rushed over and held him down.
"Hold your fire."
He lowered his voice and nodded coldly towards Lunengte in the distance.
Although the target was so tempting, and even though the Emperor could feel the righteous anger accumulating in their chests at that moment, Hartman felt that there was no need to vent his emotions and let the greenskins notice the existence of this team. There would be many opportunities in the future. .
The mountains and rivers are in foreign lands, and we are irreconcilable!
Soon, the small green-skinned team left, and the six remaining soldiers emerged from the darkness like ghosts in the tomb.
No one wanted to talk, everyone just continued along the established route.
Fearing that the greenskins would pursue after discovering the empty position, they walked for 10 hours without any rest.
Despite Hartmann's apprehension about the adventure, they made it through the heart of the residential area unscathed.
But he really didn't want to go into details about what he saw during this journey. For example, they once passed by a destroyed and desecrated imperial church, where the offerings were looted. Judging from the stench, the greenskins once regarded it as a temporary building. bathroom.
Although the theoretical possibility of this behavior is very slim, because most green skins will only satisfy this physiological need wherever they are, the concept of carrying out corresponding activities in special places is too obscure for them.
Apart from this, there is no doubt that he is deliberately desecrating the majesty of the empire.
Even so, the desecrated church pales in comparison to the school building they encountered.
It was once an elegant and well-proportioned building. The wide square in front was cleverly arranged with fountains and colonnades for students to relax and enjoy the cool air. Now the windows and statues of the building are covered with corpses twisting in the wind. With those robes, haha Terman deduced that the men had been schoolteachers, and it was clear that few died without suffering.
Everyone else was silent when they saw this scene, but Lunengte spat, and Hartman felt the emotions in his heart were indescribable.
At the time, all he wanted to do was kill every greenskin on the planet, even with his bare hands, but his survival instincts soon suppressed the urge to avenge these tragic victims - temporarily.
Along the way, they also encountered several other small groups of greenskins, both brats and grunts, wandering around for unknown reasons, most of them focused on yelling and fighting with each other.
Once or twice, Hartman saw them draw their weapons to settle disputes with each other. Although they only left some bullet holes and ax wounds on their opponents, no one involved in the brawl was permanently injured, and most of them were injured permanently. The greenskins ignored the dispute before them, their savagery clearly running deep into their bones.
Similarly, out of survival considerations, Hartman still did not alarm any of them.
For the next two hours, they never encountered the green skin again.
At this moment, the ground floor of the hive city had a large number of damaged pipes due to the war. The heat was unbearable, and it was filled with the smell of moisture and corruption, which was suffocating.
Lunengte cursed in a low voice and wiped the thick sweat on his unshaven face in vain, and also drove out a gray and transparent spider in his left ear - he had not even noticed that the spider was there before. in the ears.
Epirus hesitated and cursed the greenskins, the boots that were as heavy as lead after being filled with sweat, and the backpack straps that were cut into the flesh of his shoulders through the soaked combat uniforms. .
Hartman-Paul didn't complain. He just took the water bottle from his backpack and unzipped it.
The water inside was hot, salty, and had a metallic taste, but Hartman drank it anyway.
The gunner Sivali was walking in front of Hartmann, struggling to carry the load, with sad whining accompanying his steps. He was limping, and his left foot was lame very badly.
Everyone felt that they were going the wrong way, but Vannis firmly believed that he was not.
But Hartmann really didn't think he was sure about this. They didn't even have the compass or illuminator that was standard for infantry. All they could do was pray that the emperor could give them guidance.
"The power is out."
There is no distinction between day and night at the bottom of the hive city. Light strips made of electricity are the only identification. In some more central locations, there are small artificial suns to simulate the alternation of day and night, but now all those lights are extinguished.
Darkness immediately enveloped everyone, which not only made everyone tremble in their hearts, but also made their subsequent journey more difficult - marching under this situation is impractical, and they may collide head-on with a group of greenskins at any time superior.
"Should we take a break?"
Epirus began to mumble again, his face looked haggard, and it was obvious that his injuries had also tortured him badly.
Hartman had a very bad feeling. Epirus's wound might have been infected, and the hand that was wrapped like a ball in a dirty bandage had begun to fester.
The signal soldier didn't say this, but Hartman could smell it sometimes, which worried him - Vannis is currently the only field medic, but he is not a regular doctor and does not have the relevant medical skills. Enough medical equipment to perform a field amputation.
No matter from any angle, he is not the kind of person who can treat other people, and other people in the team have no medical skills in this area.
"oops!"
Suddenly, the gunner Sivali fell forward, and one of his feet caught a very thin lead.
The others all fell to the ground in the moment before the explosion. The next second the gunner was blown up to the sky like a broken doll. When he fell down, rain-like mud splashed everywhere, and his body also changed. dripping with blood and fragmented.
"Don't even move!"
Hartmann, who was lying on his back, raised his head slightly and whispered hoarsely.
He turned on the safety of the laser gun and scanned the dense darkness with his eyes, looking for any suspicious targets.
But nothing happened.
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