Chapter 257 Tunnel
The tunnel was dim and mixed with an indescribable smell.
These complex underground fortifications contain countless deadly traps and positions that are easy to defend but difficult to attack.
The shelling shook the land, and from time to time dust and gravel fell from above. Those vibrations make the lights arranged in it turn on and off.
No. 0 walked at the front, and the rest of the grenadiers followed him at a distance of 5 meters. Those slightly tilted guns were obviously pointing at No. 0's back.
"It's really scary. The descriptions of those guys in stereotype animations are not more appropriate."
Xiaoyi observed the status of the grenadiers behind her. Now she felt more and more like she was living in a damn historical reenactment documentary.
Those suggestive military uniforms, the grenadiers written directly on your face, and their fearless charging posture.
This was simply a mixture of France and Germany in the history of World War I, and she now finally realized where her familiarity with Armageddon came from.
Those Armageddon soldiers' uniforms look like North African Sandoku. This human empire is starting to become more and more nonsense. It is a cruel religion with sacrifice and death as its core, and it actually sounds like it is an official orthodox religion. To be honest, if it had been in their time, it would have been treated as a cult. .
There are also countless ignorant and fanatical soldiers whose war goals are poorly understood even by their commanders, and the exchange of information and intelligence between troops is pitiful.
"I regret coming out of the corridor more and more now. I have to go back to find Trazin and ask him to send me back to rest for a few days."
Xiaoyi lamented her bad fate. She had never done anything good except following this stinky guy.
But now this invincible idiot who has lost his mind has indeed become different. He did not have such quick fighting nerves and reactions before. There is no need for Xiaoyi to detect the point in advance and report it to him.
Good. But not that good. Xiaoyi sighed silently. She felt that Lin Fan could take care of herself now, so she simply mobilized all the nano-computing units she still had and continued to analyze the key data of the network channel.
Grenadier 19 had been observing the movements of No. 0, and then he saw the strange guy who was carefree and showed no intention to hide his actions. He tilted his head.
boom!
A suspected armor-piercing bullet passed through the side of his head and went straight into the darkness further away before the sound of hitting something was heard.
luck? strength?
Grenadier 19 couldn't tell whether the tilt of the head was intentional or unintentional, so he had to hold the weapon in his hand tighter.
"Squat down."
The order from No. 0 came, which seemed a bit abrupt in the tunnel where bullets were still echoing.
The remaining grenadiers raised their guns, preparing to kill the soldier who was behaving more and more strangely.
Within their regiments, they were taught to kill their comrades. In fact, the Grenadier 19 were not sure that they really had this foreign concept of comrades.
Once they put on the mask, they won't take it off again until the day they die. Except for a few Kriegs who survived to the end of the war, most of the soldiers were just strings of numbers and lines of code on the Ministry of Military Affairs.
The faces beneath the masks are unrecorded, and each person's name is meaningless.
The equipment on their bodies may not really belong to them. Perhaps this complete set of grenadier equipment was ripped off from another dead grenadier and then passed down from generation to generation.
This is quite interesting. My armor is protected by the heroic spirits of my predecessors, just like what the guys from the national religion advertise.
Grenadier 19 had raised the muzzle of his gun. Just as he was about to shoot at No. 0, he felt that his trigger finger was pressed tightly.
When did he do this? Was it when I was thinking wildly? Emperor, I am guilty.
When Grenadier 19 was about to pull out the engineer shovel and give it to him, he found that his other hand was also held down. He tried his best to not pull out his shovel even half an inch.
Damn it, Emperor, I am guilty.
He slammed his head into No. 0, who was blocking his movements. Such behavior might scratch the double-headed eagle embossed on his forehead, and he was prepared not to be forgiven by the emperor.
But unfortunately, such an attack still failed to hit No. 0. He could only watch as No. 0 hugged him and pressed him to the ground. Then a rocket was fired from their position and exploded in the distance.
"They are reloading, we have about 3 seconds, remember to keep the third lighting unit away."
After No. 0 said these words, he quickly stood up and rushed into the dark distance with the engineering shovel in his hand.
The grenadiers looked at each other, still thinking about what had just happened.
Shooting fire burst out from the end of the darkness, and a heavy logging gun was hidden in the dust and rubble.
The grenadiers looked at No. 0, who was illuminated by the rain of bullets, carrying an engineer shovel and fearlessly facing the rain of bullets. Then Grenadier 19 saw a scene that made him unbelievable.
The strange guy who was charging forward was not torn to pieces by the hail of bullets. Instead, he waved the shovel in his hand so airtight that the bullets were either chopped into pieces or shot back.
The rebels hiding behind the camouflage were also frightened. They leaned out and joined the attack with the automatic weapons they carried.
The bullets that kept ricocheting back hit the heads of some rebels. Some guys who were less corrupted by Chaos were shot through the head by bullets on the spot, and a large stream of brains sprayed onto the wall.
The remaining, sturdier Chaos traitors had several wounds caused by bullets. After spurting out a few streams of blood, they began to heal themselves, but some strange sarcomas and spikes grew.
"Death! Imperial bastard!"
A rebel leaned out from behind cover, a loaded anti-tank rocket launcher slung over his shoulder.
No. 0 saw that his vision became dreamy. He saw the appearance of the rocket after it was launched, saw the trajectory of how to avoid it, and also saw that the rocket would blow those grenadiers to pieces when it fell behind. look like.
This is not good.
He quickly threw out the engineer shovel in his hand and inserted it directly into the mouth of the rocket launcher. He heard the subtle sound of the trigger being pulled and the rocket engine starting.
The explosive part of the rocket should have been equipped with a safety distance limiter. It must be a certain distance away from the rocket launcher before it can successfully detonate.
But it looked like the safety equipment on the bazooka, which was engraved with profane symbols and looked tattered and poorly maintained, was also damaged.
The warhead exploded as soon as it hit the shovel stuck on it.
It was probably the Emperor's manifestation that had transformed the Krieg into the Immortal, and he was now panicking.