Chapter 1837 "Stone Tooth" Huck (Happy New Year!)
The darkness is full of 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 oversized fleas attached to their bodies. It's not easy for fleas, big and small, to get there.
For Johnson, there is no doubt that these things are creatures that must be eliminated. They are distorted by the power generated within the corrupted hive, and they have transformed 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 think we’d have to crawl into a sewer and fight rats taller than my knees.”
Johnson complained, impaling another with his Catachan fighting knife. A beast, this blade with a length of nearly 1.3 meters is called the Catachan Demon Claw, and its size is more like a sword than a combat knife.
For a Catachan warrior, the saber is not just a tool, but also a symbol of his identity. The Catachan Demon Claw represents the identity of a veteran of many battles, and casting this The steel alloy of this kind of saber can only be found on the planet Catachan. These finely crafted Catachan sabers are not only difficult to rust, but also stay sharp and extremely durable. Therefore, they are famous throughout the empire and are difficult to buy at a high price. .
The mutant rat struggled under the stinky water of the ditch, its legs and tail beating wildly on Johnson's arm, but it was unable to bite because it was pinned, and it remained motionless until it could no longer move.
"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:< br>
“This is like a swimming pool compared to the places we have been to before. Did you secretly go to a brothel to soften your bones?”
The strong man who spoke had a thick neck and a With a big bald head and a face covered with criss-crossing scars, one of his eyeballs was torn out of its socket by some multi-limbed, thick-shelled alien long ago in a distant world, and was replaced by a cyborg. eyes, 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, only a mottled green jacket covered with armed belts and sturdy camouflage pants.
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed to death a mutated rat as big as a hound with his bayonet.
The sharp Catachan-style blade penetrated directly into the skull, killing the disgusting thing instantly - although they moved very fast, the reactions of these people were almost instinctive, as if they were the ones doing this The real master of the dim drain.
"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 pulled it out from the body. The blade added:
“I thought we could smash the buttholes of those traitors 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, Huck is also a dragon-like existence among people. He is famous for "only loving the most wild Glocks". In fact, , some of the stories about him would lead non-Catachans to believe that he was some kind of embodiment of the Emperor's power, rather than a 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 He is not blindly reckless, which makes him a true master tactician. This is also 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 it, even just climbing those bunkers and walls can exhaust you to death, or do you like to be a construction worker who uses a shovel to knock down all the walls? For example, those who wear a breathing mask every day Like that’s a fucking pacifier Krieg?”
"Uh, I apologize for complaining, Sergeant."
A mutant rat rushed out of the dirty water, seemingly aiming for his knees, and Sergeant Harker actually grabbed the beast with his hands. the back of its neck, and then clasped one of its eyes with his fingers, and the thing screamed immediately.
Sgt. Harker then threw 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 pressed his palm hard and crushed the thing's spine.
"Are we 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, but the Johnson who spoke has always been quite strange. , because most of the time he rarely joins a demon squad in the group and 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 Demonic composition.
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 killing with swords. It can be said that the entire Astra Militarum The elite of the elite are rare in the Central Capital. Their superb skills and tactics can even carry out the task of ambushing and hunting down the war chiefs of corrupted Astartes and large green-skinned tribes.
"It should be arriving soon."
Huck seemed to be talking to the person walking in the shadow of the team.
"Once we enter the heretic's defense line, we will kill them and burn them all, but I guess they will be on guard."
Suddenly, there was a continuous sound above our heads. There was a muffled explosion, and the spirits of all Catachan demons were lifted.
This was from the Imperial artillery bombardment of the enemy ramparts, and also represented the fact that they were moving in the right direction through the trenches, and as their route intertwined with the curves of the trenches, Harker glanced at his bird Divination once again confirmed that they were going in the right direction.
Suddenly, Huck stopped.
Johnson glanced forward to see what was happening, 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.
"Let's just say these bastards are really prepared."
Then he pointed his other hand down, beneath the dirty water, to his feet.
"Just one meter in front, I can feel it."
Johnson believes in the sergeant's judgment. No one is more familiar with traps and booby traps than the Catachan people. Catachan soldiers all undergo the same training when they join the army - to pass through a hidden belt of mines and traps without the use of any equipment.
Therefore, they have already developed some kind of intuitive feeling.
Huck turned around and carefully removed the trip wires connected to the explosives on both sides of the trench. These trip wires were set up quite cleverly and were almost difficult to activate by rats.
But in addition to booby traps, there seemed to be other traps ahead. Huck suddenly grabbed an unfortunate mutant mouse and threw it to a location more than ten meters away.
Sure enough, the rat that fell into the water immediately activated an insidious spike trap, and when it was punctured in the dirty water, foul-smelling blood flowed from its body.
The enemy has set up many traps, and they will definitely think that no one can pass through here.
But they underestimated the Catachans.
Any opponent in the galaxy who dares to underestimate the Catachans will eventually die in misery and frustration.
(End of this chapter)