The darkness was filled with rats.
In other words, there are rats everywhere.
If we use the word "rat" to describe those creatures by ordinary people's standards, it is an understatement - these pests are full of bloat and mutation, carry diseases, and have super-sized fleas attached to their bodies, although they are parasitized by fleas the size of a pinky finger. They're not that good either.
To Johnson, these things were undoubtedly creatures that must be exterminated, twisted by the power generated within the corrupted hive, from simple pests into something more threatening.
And they are everywhere, lurking underwater, ready to jump out at any moment with a scream that no ordinary creature can utter.
"I didn't realize we'd have to crawl into stinking ditches and fight rats taller than my knees."
Johnson complained, stabbing another beast with a Catachan fighting knife. This blade, which is nearly 1.3 meters long, is called the Catachan Demon Claw. Its size is more like a sword than a sword. Combat knife.
For a Catachan warrior, the saber is not just a tool, but also a symbol of one's identity. The Catachan Demon Claw represents the identity of a veteran of many battles, and the steel alloy used to cast the saber is only Found on the planet Catachan, these finely crafted Catachan sabers are not only resistant to rust, but also stay sharp and extremely durable, making them famous throughout the Empire and difficult to buy at a high price.
The mutant rat struggled under the fetid water of the trench, its legs and tail beating wildly at Johnson's arm, but it was unable to bite because it was pinned, and it remained motionless no longer.
"Complain about your mother's nipples."
A rough voice came from in front of Johnson, and then the tall, muscular figure walking in front of Johnson turned his head and continued to curse:
"Compared to the places we have been to before, this is like a swimming pool. Did you secretly go to a brothel and soften your bones?"
The strong man who spoke had a thick neck and a big bald head, and his face was covered with criss-crossing scars. One of his eyeballs was removed from the socket by some kind of multi-limbed, thick-shelled alien in a distant world a long time ago. He pulled it out and replaced it with a prosthetic eye, but this only made him more ferocious - in return, he used his arms to strangle the neck of the alien that was twice his size.
He had almost no protection, just a mottled green jacket covered in armed belts and sturdy camouflage pants.
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed a mutated rat as big as a hound to death with his bayonet.
The sharp Catachan-style blade penetrated directly into the skull, killing the disgusting thing instantly. Although they moved very fast, the reaction of these people was almost instinctive, as if they were the real owners of this dim drainage channel. .
"No...that's not what I meant, Sergeant Harker."
Seeing the angry face of the other party, Johnson's big head shrank in fear, and while pulling out the blade from the corpse, he added:
"I thought we could just smash the traitor's buttholes with our guns."
As a Catachan veteran who is nearly two meters tall, with muscles as strong as steel, and who has been fighting in the flames of war for more than ten years, Johnson is the only one who can make him so fearful. He is the top among the many legends of Catachan. ——"Stonetooth" Huck.
Among the Catachans who are known for their strong individual strength, Harker is also a dragon-like existence among people. He is famous for "only loving the most wild Glocks". In fact, some things about him The story would lead non-Catachans to believe that he was some kind of embodiment of the Emperor's power, rather than a mere mortal soldier.
But the fact that Huck lost his eyes proves that he is not invincible. The most unique thing about Huck is that his attitude towards war is at the balance between fanaticism and calmness. He is always full of energy, but not blindly reckless. , which made him a true master tactician, and this is what he is most respected by veterans.
Only veterans who have truly emerged from the bloody storm will understand that reason and calmness are the most powerful weapons on the battlefield. Only those young boys will worship the so-called invincible physical strength.
“It’s so beautiful to think about, even just climbing those bunkers and walls can tire you out, or do you prefer to be a construction worker knocking down all the walls with a shovel? Like those people who wear breathing masks every day like that’s what the fuck Pacifier-like Krieg?”
"Well, I apologize for complaining, Sergeant."
A mutant rat rushed out of the dirty water and seemed to be aiming at his knees. Sergeant Harker actually grabbed the back of the beast's neck with his hand, and then clasped one of its eyes with his fingers. The thing screamed immediately. .
Sergeant Harker then put the bloody eyeball into his mouth, chewed it, and then spat it out.
"It's bitter and spicy! But at least it's not poisonous."
Then he exerted force with his palm and crushed the thing's spine.
"Almost there?"
Another muffled voice suddenly sounded from the end of the team, and Johnson knew who it was without looking.
In the elite team of the Catachan Second Regiment, there is absolutely no ordinary person who can join this demon team. However, the Johnson who spoke has always been quite unfamiliar because he rarely joins most of the time in the regiment. A certain demon team often acts alone.
The Catachan Demon Squad is not the actual name of this team, but a unique formation of the Catachan Infantry Regiment, consisting of a Catachan veteran sergeant and 4 to 9 Catachan Demons.
The so-called Catachan Demon refers not only to a giant deadly insect native to the Catachan home planet, but also to the elite veterans in the Catachan team who are best at using swords to kill. It can be said that they are rare elites in the entire Astra Militarum. Their elite skills are even capable of ambushing and killing the war chiefs of large Greenskin hordes and Corrupted Astartes.
"It should be arriving soon."
Huck seemed to be speaking to the man walking in the shadow of the procession.
"Once we're inside the heretics' defenses, we'll kill them and burn them all, but I guess they'll be on guard."
Suddenly, there was a series of muffled explosions above their heads, and the spirits of all the Catachan demons were lifted.
This was from the Imperial artillery bombardment of the enemy ramparts, and also meant that they were heading in the right direction through the trenches, and as their route intertwined with the curves of the trenches, Harker glanced at his auspicious auspicious reassurance that they Going in the right direction.
Suddenly, Huck stopped.
Johnson glanced forward to see what was going on, but the sergeant stood completely still in the sewage.
"what happened……"
As soon as he spoke, Huck waved back with one hand.
This sign language has only one meaning.
Booby trap.
"I'm just saying these bastards are really prepared."
Then he pointed his other hand down, beneath the dirty water, toward his feet.
"Just one meter in front, I can feel it."
Johnson believed in the sergeant's judgment. No one was more familiar with traps and booby traps than the Catachan people. All Catachan soldiers underwent the same training when they joined the army - to pass through a hidden mines and traps without using any equipment. bring.
Therefore, they have already developed some kind of intuitive feeling.
Huck turned around and carefully untied the trip wires connected to the explosives on both sides of the trench. These trip wires were set quite cleverly and were almost difficult to activate by rats.
But in addition to the booby traps, there seemed to be other traps ahead. Hacker suddenly grabbed an unfortunate mutant mouse and threw it to a location more than ten meters away.
Sure enough, the drowned rat immediately activated an insidious spike trap, and when it was impaled in the dirty water, fetid blood flowed from its body.
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The enemy has set many traps, and they will definitely think that no one can pass through them.
But they underestimated the Catachans.
Any opponent in the galaxy who dares to underestimate the Catachans will eventually die in a miserable and humiliating way.
