Chapter 665: Inseparable
Hartmann did not speak, but gave instructions in sign language:
“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 He was urging them to move forward faster, but ignored the quarrel between them.
The cart was filled with corpses, all dismembered. The one 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.
“Those bastards!”
Sivali was enraged. Just as he was about to shoot, Hartman rushed over and held him down.
“Don’t fire.”
He said in a low voice, and nodded coldly towards Lunengt 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. .
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.
Because they were worried 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 detail 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 had also been Think of it as a makeshift toilet.
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 very important to them. Too obscure.
Other than that, 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.
Others were speechless when they saw this scene, but Lunengte spat. Hartman only felt the emotions in his heart were difficult to express.
At that time, all he wanted to do was kill every greenskin on the planet, even with his bare hands, but his survival instinct soon suppressed the urge to avenge these tragic victims - temporarily.
And along the way, they also encountered several other small waves of greenskins, both brats and grots, wandering around for unknown reasons, most of which were focused on shouting and shouting. Fighting with each other.
On one or two occasions, Hartman saw them drawing their weapons to settle disputes with each other. Although they only left some bullet holes and ax wounds on their opponents, none of the guys involved in the brawl suffered permanent damage. Although most of the greenskins ignored the dispute at hand, their savagery had obviously penetrated deep into their bones.
Similarly, out of survival considerations, Hartman still did not alarm any of them.
In the next two hours, they never encountered the green skin again.
At this moment, on the bottom floor of the hive city, a large number of pipes were damaged due to the war. The heat was unbearable, and the smell of moisture and corruption was permeated, making it 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.
Ipirus hesitated and cursed the greenskins, the boots that were as heavy as lead after being filled with sweat, and the boots that were soaked through The wet combat uniform dug into the backpack straps on his shoulders.
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 the water anyway.
The gunner Sivali, walking in front of Hartmann, was walking hard with a heavy load, and sad whining accompanied his steps. He was limping, and his left foot was very lame. sharp.
Everyone felt that they were going the wrong way, but Wannis firmly believed that he was not.
But Hartmann really didn’t think he was sure about this. Even the infantrymen didn’t have the standard compass or illuminator. 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. The 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 those lights have all gone out.
Darkness suddenly enveloped everyone, which not only made everyone tremble, but also made their subsequent journey more difficult - marching under this situation is impractical, and they may be with them at any time A group of greenskins collided head on.
"Should we take a rest?"
Ipilus began to mutter again, his face was 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 Corps did not 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, nor There is no relevant medical skills or sufficient medical equipment to perform an outdoor amputation surgery.
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, gunner Sivali fell forward, and one of his feet tripped on 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 torn to pieces.
“Don’t move!”
The lying Hartman 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.
(End of this chapter)