Chapter 2108 Walking with the Legend
“Brother Hayes, what are these muscular barbarians so proud of?”
Hardly moving a box over two meters long to the piled area , Winter let out a long breath, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, then looked at the Catachan people who were sitting around the lit oil drums and seemed to be drinking some kind of alcoholic beverage, frowned and complained.
"You are so big, don't you know how to help? This is their thing!"
Hayes raised a finger, and then whispered:
"Forget it, how many people do they have? It looks like less than 2,000 people. A regiment normally doesn't have so few people. They must have suffered a defeat. You don't have to be like them-"
"If you If you’ve been to the hell of Badab, you wouldn’t say that.”
A cold voice sounded from the shadows, startling the two of them.
Hayes looked over carefully and found that there was actually a man sitting in a pile of crates. His back was to the two of them. He looked far less strong than the other Catachan barbarians. He was wearing a uniform. Wearing a dark green vest and military trousers, he has a crew cut and a broad and strong back.
Then, the man raised a hand, and the two of them suddenly discovered that there was a finger bone in the man's hand, but the thickness did not look like a normal human's at all. Basically, it was only Oglin, or... Only Start had such thick fingers. The man's other hand held a short knife, and it seemed that something was carved on the finger bones. After looking at it for a while, he continued his work in the darkness.
"Badab?"
Hayes said the name in confusion. For some reason, he felt that this mysterious Catachan had a different temperament from other Catachans, as if he was hiding in a A pile of cold obsidian in magma.
"Isn't that place captured long ago? Are you from Badab? What happened there?"
"What happened."
The Catachan man's voice was cold, but he didn't seem to mind that the two were not members of the group.
"Normally, for ordinary people, it is a veritable hell. The bombing makes every piece of soil there scald people. The enemies are madmen who only want death rather than survival. They aim their machine guns behind their defense lines. , they will fire when someone crosses over, but this is just child's play compared to the underground. Those underground passages are ten thousand times more complicated than this little mud ball. Whenever we attack, they have countless traps, every stone in there They may all be transformed by demons, and every breath may bring about twisted mutations. When you are drowsy, demons will whisper and sing in your ears, luring you into hell, and there are countless others. There are underground fortresses, layer upon layer of bunkers, and the Space Marines who fell into Chaos even buried themselves in the mud just to ambush a group of passing soldiers."
Hayes swallowed his throat. It was indeed not a battlefield he could have imagined.
“We lost the 722nd Regiment in the first week of the attack, with less than two hundred men left. The survivors were merged into the 31st Regiment. After the 31st Regiment had less than three hundred men left, finally They all became part of the 2nd regiment, so the war became a simple problem of attrition, but it won't be long before this problem reappears in this ball of mud. I can already smell the stench of the warp. "
"Uh, you mean, this place will be the same as Badab?"
Hayes seemed very cautious. He even doubted whether this guy was from Catachan because the other party's words were true. He is too calm and cruel, and does not have the flamboyant style of other Catachans.
"Of course, if you ask your commander, he will tell you that the war here is about victory, which is correct, but if you don't know anything about what is happening outside, you cannot understand the essence of this war for you. It's actually a matter of survival."
"There should be a naval battle outside. We just need to guard this place. It should be safe."
"It's safe. What does it mean to you? The biggest shortcoming of most of the Guardsmen is that they like to deceive themselves. You'd better forget those illusions that can kill the general. You make things too simple. Astartes commanders don't do it for no reason. Putting a motionless mud ball on the battlefield is not a sight worth risking. They will let the heretics come to this mud ball, and then those heretics just want to kill everyone. There are very good reasons. Simple, they are born for this, nothing more, so think about your real mission, which is actually just to survive. ""Mabo, you are scaring these meatheads again"
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A rough voice sounded, and Hayes turned his head and saw a strong, one-eyed Catachan walking over. There was a terrifying scar on his head that almost peeled his entire face off his skull. .
Hayes also had some impressions of this man. He once saw the other party using a Habri heavy bomb that could only be lifted with both hands as a dumbbell with one hand. For a time, he wondered if this man was a space warrior without armor.
Hearing the voice of this person, the Catachan named Mabo paused for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Hayes and Winter changed their positions uneasily, as if they suddenly felt uncomfortable, and considered whether It's not about leaving.
Then, the man who had been facing away from them tilted his head slightly. From the side, his hard face seemed to be carved out of rock. Then the corners of his lips slightly raised into a meaningful smile, and again Open your mouth.
"Huck, I didn't scare them, I just told them some things they should know."
"Ha, when did you have such leisure? You can't fart even one normally. .”
"His hair."
Mabo pointed the knife at Hayes, who had taken off his helmet before because it was too hot to carry things.
Huck looked at Hayes' head, and then nodded in realization.
“Oh, I remember you said that thirteen is your lucky number. I said why are you so obsessed with these two meatheads? Hey, this guy’s hair style is quite interesting. I’ll get it done one day too. "
Hayes and Qian stood there awkwardly, and then Hayes coughed lightly and said:
"If it's okay, then let's go first."
"Wait."
Ma Bo stopped him.
“I’ve told you so much, and you didn’t even introduce your name?”
“Ah, uh, my name is Hayes, and his name is Winter.”
"Hayes, well, although I already have enough baggage in my head, I wouldn't mind learning more things that might be written on the tombstone. Do you want me to remember your name? If you can survive , just tell me again, by then, maybe it will be worth knowing."
The other party's tone made Hayes very uncomfortable, as if he was destined to die, so he retorted:
" What about your name? Maybe I can also remember the names of those who died bravely in the expedition manual."
Huck suddenly laughed, and then Mabo also smiled, but he still did. Answered:
"My name is Mabo, Sly Mabo."
(End of this chapter)