Chapter 25 The Guns of Hell
When the beautiful planetary governor of the empire asked Alan Bair in bed what was the most memorable thing about your military service, she would probably get many, many answers. After all, he had seen too many monsters and monsters, and even many things in the hive. Let him never forget it.
But no matter what, the moment this question came up, he would think of the asphalt smell emitted by the crude explosive weapons of the orcs in this dense forest world.
When the Orc projectiles and the melee boy's machete were swung, the flashes of light flashed in the narrow rain forest, and Alan Bair almost didn't pass his head. He instinctively raised the hell gun and fired.
The Hell Gun has a more powerful range, better penetration, more and faster ammunition, and a faster rate of fire. When Catachan had a headache due to the onslaught of orcs, the fierce laser beam tore open a hole.
The hot light ripped open the air and burned the green-skinned body, and it was accurate and fast. Even Catachan, who was fighting the green-skinned man, could see the extremely precise beam hitting the orc's head, and the mushroom-flavored burnt flesh was sprinkled on him. on the face…
And the veteran named Alan Bayer who was standing alone was surprised to see the beam tearing open the orcs behind him who were about to sneak attack. He looked at Alan Bayer with a complicated expression, and then gave him a thumbs up...
Maybe many Catachan once looked down on Alan Bair, but now, they are all saved!
Avada yelled. "Now, shoot the storm grenade!"
Bang bang bang... After the muffled sound of the grenade leaving the barrel, there was a rumbling explosion. The hot light burned the soil and destroyed the green-skinned houses. The green waahg psychic energy burst out with intense light because of the death of the psychic kid.
The heads of all the nearby greenskins exploded like balloons, and the greenskin's headless bodies fell. The complex smell of blood and mushrooms filled the air, as well as the unique wet feeling of the forest.
The battlefield was now quiet for an instant, but it was definitely not over. When the Catachans once again went into the forest to avoid the orcs' attack, they were searching.
Alan Bair didn't even have time to pack his things, so he could only follow the troops and sneak into the hot and humid place. They crawled on their bodies and buried themselves in the rotten leaves like a swamp, and their bodies turned into the same thing as the forest.
Only the weapon is exposed, allowing it to be fired at any time and kill those disgusting orcs.
What Alan Bayer felt at the moment was that it was humid, stuffy, and unable to breathe. He could only push the rotten leaves away with all his strength, leaving some space for his nasal cavity, but he did not dare to use too much force to avoid being discovered.
Lieutenant Colonel Avada held his shoulders. "Don't be afraid, recruit."
"Yes..." he answered. Although having Catachan around made people feel inexplicably reassured, now, the greenskins were also entering the forest one after another.
They were holding machetes and shouting meaningless words angrily. Their rough and tattered blue armors were all open, and they were waving their machetes in the forest and shooting randomly.
After the chattering of the greenskins dispersed, they searched for half an hour before walking deeper into the forest. Lieutenant Colonel Avada stood up and helped Alan Bair up.
Avada couldn't help but think about why she took such good care of him, and had she become soft-hearted?
But he still made an animalistic squeaking sound. "Qiu, Qiu!"
Other catachans crawled out from behind branches, bushes, and every hiding place you could imagine.
Avada glanced around. "Where's Corporal Lesnarno?"
At this moment, an arm stretched out from the bushes, with a bright red strip of cloth on it. There was no doubt that it was Catachan!
Others pulled the man out of the bush. He was holding on to the ground. His body seemed to be disabled and his lower limbs could no longer move.
The orc was stupid, and his inefficient shot hit his spine. The bright red liquid spread all over the floor, and his whole body became a "V". It was the God-Emperor's blessing that he was not interrupted, but he has not said a word yet. talk.
He is really an unlucky guy, Alan Bair thought, did he not pray to the God Emperor...
Maybe Mao Maojian defeated the Emperor? Alan Bair shook his head violently and put away his random thoughts.
The disabled soldier made hand gestures, sliding around in the air with complicated movements, and then pointed at Alan Bair. After reading this, Lieutenant Colonel Avada sighed, took out his long-handled knife, and quickly to cut open the vital points of his companions.
Scarlet liquid flowed out of his body. At this moment, in the gray light coming from the orc tribe, Alan Bayer saw clearly that this man was the veteran who told him to stay quiet...
Now he is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as comfortable as sleeping. The forest is one with him, and he can rest here peacefully.
Lieutenant Colonel Avada took off the sergeant's long-bladed knife and red ribbon, which were really important things to Catachan.
Then turned around and handed it to Alan Bayer...
He was stunned...
After the troops moved on for a long time and left the dangerous area, Lieutenant Colonel Avada said something. "He owes you, Catachan owes nothing to anyone else."
"But this sword belongs to him. If you dare to lose it, I will chase you across the galaxy. Remember this!"
The soldier's red belt was tied around him. The lieutenant colonel turned around and continued to shuttle through the forest very fast like a shadow. They wanted to return to the guard tower overnight to convey the news that the number of orcs had increased.
Alan Bayer couldn't help but look at the direction where the veteran's eyes were closed. He firmly grasped the shining silver handle of the knife in his hand, and there was still residual heat on it. The silver light shone on the metal blade that he couldn't name.
Doesn't he have family, comrades, or anyone else worth trusting?
Why myself, again?
When he was confused.
At this moment, a female Catachan sneaked up next to him. Alan Bair was completely unaware of her arrival, and was subconsciously startled. The blade pointed towards her, but was quickly held by the wrist.
"That's not how Catachan's blades are used. Also, listen, Captain, just like you, he is a new recruit who has just served."
"There are almost no elderly people on the planet Catachan, so he has no parents, and this is his first mission, just like you."
"Good hunter, now, you continue to live."
His voice was not loud and he didn't speak many words, but he solved all the puzzles. When the corporal saw the similarity between Alan Bair and him, and what he really owed this Imperial Guard, had he already made up his mind?
The glaives of Catachan are often a symbol of qualification as a warrior, recognized by others, in other words.
That "veteran", whose name is Catachan, recognized that Alan Bair was also a "veteran"?
Or does this Catachan team accept themselves?
He suddenly thought of what the Catachan said to him. He thought those who could get the Hell Gun were veterans...
If he were still here, Alan Bair would probably reply to him, I thought Catachan were all veterans, but from surviving the world of death to adulthood, he is no different from a veteran...
The thoughts were messy and the journey was long. In the midst of random thoughts, Alan Bair returned to the outpost at almost midnight. His whole body was covered with mud and rotten leaves. The Mechanicus girl looked at him with disgust as his body was covered with dead branches and leaves. Hell Gun, and quickly disarmed Aylan to maintain the weapon.
Catachan stayed around the guard tower, and they built small tombs for their dead comrades and hung red scarves on them.
Alan Bayer turned on the communication device with a complicated mood and typed out the current situation.
And the command's answer was only.
[The war situation is urgent and the troops are insufficient, so we continue to garrison. 】
A heavy voice sounded in the communication room. Alan Bayer smashed his hand on the table and looked at the cold answer helplessly. (End of chapter)