Chapter 356: The Battalion Commander and the Sergeant Digging
“Father always praises you as a master in building fortifications.”
Zolan muttered in a low voice, and squeezed a pair of gauntlets into the cracks of the rock. inside, and then buckled hard to the outside, and the sand and gravel fell down.
For a moment, his movements suddenly became extremely fast, and then slowed down counterintuitively. The gravel slowly bounced up from the ground. If there was a trace of light in this dark corridor, it would leave a trace of delay. A general afterimage.
"I heard that your model of the fortress was the chief exhibit at the Masons' Club for a week, the venerable Barabas Dantioch," he continued.
"What's wrong?" Dantioch asked through his helmet, disassembling his own bolter. He just wanted to use it to blast open a crack in the collapsed tunnel blocking the road in front of him, but the bullet suddenly jammed.
Based on his trust in the products of the Iron Warriors' own arsenal, he suspected that this was one of the many abnormal consequences caused by the Hrud's entropy field.
"Battle Commander, this shows that you understand how to build an underground bunker, right?" Zolan said, digging out two more stones and throwing them at his feet. "Can you tell me, based on common sense, how much longer do I have to dig? It feels like we have been hungry here for many days. I miss the echinoderms in the cafeteria."
"According to common sense in the empire , If this is a fortress built under my personal supervision, you don’t have to continue digging. A gun will pop out of the wall soon, relieving you of your suffering.”
Dantioch opened the bolter. , in the darkness, inspecting the severe corrosion and broken parts that had never been seen inside, feeling dumbfounded in my heart.
As long as you exert a little effort, the parts inside will fly away.
He coughed twice, straightened his helmet, walked to Zoran, and dug with his bare hands.
Before they encountered this wall, the sabers they carried turned into part of the sand and stone in the tunnel. In the end, it was the flesh and blood of the Astartes that was most useful.
"What about Hrud's common sense?" Zoran sighed depressingly, his voice echoing in the long and narrow passage. This unexpected path must have been blocked for many years, otherwise the two of them would have made all these noises here without being surrounded by piles of Hrud.
“Herud’s common sense says that you should bring half a set of stasis grenades less, and replace the empty space with ordinary grenades.”
The words fell steadily, and Dantioch received no response for a moment. He patted the sergeant next to him in the dark, and received a close combat response that the sergeant subconsciously made under good training.
Dantioch simply dismantled the opponent's three punches and two kicks: "Why don't you answer?"
"Your voice doesn't sound right," Zoran said, "Maybe It's a matter of time flow. It's okay now. By the way, I still have a quarter of the base grenades in my bag, boss."
Dantioch cleared his throat and remained calm. to find his younger voice.
His hand armor carefully stroked the wall, feeling every weak vibration coming from the wall, and judging from it the weak points of the wall and what was brewing in the surrounding rumbling strata.
Judging from the regular tremors in the ground, Dantioch suspected that there was some kind of giant instrument that worked intermittently nearby, or that it was a scheduled take-off and landing place for some mechanical vehicles.
“But how do you know that my model is on display?” asked the battalion commander.
Zolan also cleared his throat, "My brother-in-law is the commander of the second battalion, sir. You should know him from the Masons Club. This time it is true."
Even though he couldn't see Zoran, Dantioch still gave him a symbolic sideways glance: "I'll ask when I get back. Eric's character has nothing in common with yours."
His hand As soon as his movements stopped, a tremor on the wall gave him an empirical intuition.
"Here," Dantioch said, tapping the spot he judged.
Zoran identified the location through the sound and found the location guided by Dantioch: "Here?"
"Yes."
Zoran dialed the location There was a natural indentation there in the dirt and rocks nearby. He opened his backpack, dug out the only ordinary grenade in the dark, and weighed it in his hand.
Then, he made two gestures and asked again: "Are you sure?" Dantioch calculated the load-bearing and stress conditions in the surrounding tunnel environment for the last time, and exhaled slowly. "OK."
Zolan held down the controller, "Stand back first, Commander of the Battalion."
Dantioch walked back along the tunnel for a while until he confirmed that he was far away Far enough. "Okay," he roared, his voice echoing in the corridor.
Zoran stepped back some distance, pulled the safety bolt, and remembering the position marked by Dantioch before, he aimed the grenade at the notch and threw it suddenly, then turned around and ran away.
The handle fell off, the firing pin pushed out sparks on the flash cap, and the fuze was quickly lit. Four seconds later, a roar caused a series of small-scale collapses, and wisps of green light started from the chain reaction. It came from the gap it brought, like a long needle piercing a tunnel, chasing Zoran's footsteps.
The consequences of this were one level greater than Dantioch expected. After all, his estimation in the dark was not comprehensive enough. "Come here," he murmured.
"Batalion Commander!" Zolan shouted and fell to the ground. Dantioch's heart sank suddenly, until Zoran immediately pulled himself up by the rock wall, rushed out for a while, and finally fell beside him, gasping for air with great effort.
The smoke spreads behind, the particles float in the air, and the outline becomes clear. From the collapsed hole, dim light poured out, illuminating the armor on Zoran's back.
Dantioch silently squatted down and helped Zoran up. The two of them sat in the gravel together, quietly calming the beating of their four hearts.
"Batalion Commander..." Zoran muttered vaguely, spit out a mouthful of blood in his helmet, and groped for the battalion commander's hand. Dantioch smelled the rust.
"It's my fault," Dantioch said, feeling his words hollow and weak.
"No," Zoran struggled to squeeze out more words, "the tunnel... is open, isn't it?"
His fingers grabbed the soil on the ground, and painfully Put it down and let the sand flow through your fingers, while coughing hard, with a throbbing pain every time you coughed.
"Zoran," Dantioch called his name.
"Batalion Commander——" Zolan slowly turned his head, "I'm sorry...I..."
Dantioch narrowed his eyes in his helmet, shook off Zoran's hand, and stood up first.
"Zoran," his voice held a sharp warning. "Stand up for me."
"Pull me up..."
Dantioch pulled Zoran up from the ground. "Stand up straight," he growled, "Has your tongue pain affected your walking?"
"But...I really, hiss, bit my tongue..." Zoran jumped up happily, Accompany Dantioch and look into the light-filled tunnel.
After blasting through that barrier, a vibration like a heartbeat was buzzing in the air around them. The unique light of the special crystals used by the Hrud people to supply energy may not appear strong to the naked eye, but the feeling it brings to them has never been so strong. It is like a viscous black fluid that pours into their stomachs. , causing a strong feeling of nausea.
"Is this their... hiss, energy core?" Zoran spoke smoothly again. "Could the entropy field be related to this thing?"
"Go and see." Dantioch said. "You still have a group that is missing a stasis grenade, don't you?"
Announcement of the answers from the previous two days:
The day before yesterday: Bazi group, Angel of Atonement.
Yesterday: 1 is Tie Yong, 2 is Tie Shou.
I didn’t expect it.
(End of this chapter)