Chapter 128

"Here."

Oscar whispered, pointing to a hut and a half meters away covered with weeds.

When people looked at it, the place was indeed hidden and abnormal. It was not only covered by vegetation, but also shielded by a huge rock nearby.

If you look at it from a distance, you can't find anything.

The narrow cave entrance is hidden in this pile of rocks, allowing only two people to enter.

Bahram stepped forward carefully and found a thin rope tied at the ankle height of the hole. Two empty smoke bombs were hung on the thin rope, and several stones were stuffed into the smoke bombs. As long as he didn't pay attention to it, he was bound to make some noise.

He and Oscar carefully disposed of the trap with a knife.

"Don't fire unless there is an urgent need."

Before entering, Oscar warned that his empty echo echoed in the rough stone space.

"Beware of accidental injury."

Bachram followed him, the team followed them, and Oscar led into the rock.

They kept a twelve point alert and went deep along the narrow passage.

Although the space did not widen, the sliding gravel surface below them began to tilt after a while, as if they had climbed to the top and began to move down.

Bahram drew a three-dimensional map in his mind, so that his thoughts could prevent claustrophobia in the passage.

"We are very close to the core of the stronghold."

He whispered, but found his voice tight and hoarse.

As he spoke, the passage became wider. After the last push, the team finally climbed out of the low and narrow opening and came to a complete tunnel, but the tunnel was still full of gravel and round gravel.

They bent through a dark, toothy mouth and reached the open place, where the stench that had existed since they began to crawl smelled particularly strong.

It's the smell of slaughter, the smell of a massacre, the smell of a pile of corpses waiting for corruption.

Bahram got up, looked ahead and paused for a while.

The tunnel is a slaughterhouse. The walls and floors are covered with dozens of corrupt leftover parts of the dead. The body is dismembered beyond recognition. The skull and femur, spine and ribs are scattered on the path.

Bahram's vision began to blur, his stomach began to distort, and the others around him began to gasp and retch. Only haomo seemed unmoved.

"The emperor saved us."

Oscar whispered, while Dade muttered to himself, which sounded like a prayer.

Bahram forced himself to swallow the smell of bile. He saw signs of violent explosion on the ground and rock mass. It is obvious that someone used grenades here - then these bodies make sense.

"Someone used a grenade..."

Oscar also saw the signs of the explosion.

"These guys really can. In order to prevent leakage, they don't even transport the body out. They stayed with the body for four days."

Bachram wanted to ask Oscar what to do next, but a sudden gunshot interrupted him.

Then Oscar's hoarse voice sounded.

"Cease fire!"

It's Homer. He's holding his gun high.

"I see! There's something there."

Oscar pressed his opponent's weapon hard.

"There's nothing there."

The crowd fell silent and listened.

But it turned out that Homer was right.

There was a shrill roar from the cave and the sound of boots trampling on the ground.

"Here they are!"

Shouted Homer, whose voice sounded like a broken echo.

"Find shelter!"

Oscar quickly ordered, but whatever he said next, the sound was drowned by the gunfire.

When the crowd opened fire at the dark place with guns, Bahram and haomo, who were not equipped with night vision, looked down for cover.

Oscar shouted instructions, but Bahram only heard the rough, impact roar of the rifle as it fired.

Soon, the two figures first broke into the public's sight.

Their costumes look similar to those of bakhram, but they have some simple armor, like being torn and sewn again.

This armor plate looks very similar to the armor provided by the trial. This group of people may get some armor through ambush or other means, which seems a little troublesome.

They rushed in, roaring and howling, turning the place into a world of noise and bullets.

The fire lit up the ferocious faces of the boys like lightning from time to time.

Oscar also saw the shield.

One player fell, a hole was made in his back and chest, and another fell because of a knee injury.

Bahram hid behind a stone pillar as a cover, opened fire with his gun, shot quickly and aimed hastily.

In the fierce refutation of the fire, two attackers fell, one hit the head and the other hit the other in the stomach.

Oscar quickly moved low to check the breath of the first fallen player.

But he was dead, and the blood stained Oscar's boots and knees.

Dade provides shooting cover for Oscar, but his position is poor. There are more than three guns shooting at his position.

The bullet rain passed by him, and the bullet was close enough to burn his cheek.

At this time, Oscar heard a vague mutter behind his back.

As soon as he looked back, he saw the previous team member with knee injury. Blood gushed from above his forehead and flowed through his eyes. Then he fell on his knees and fell to the ground.

Casualties on both sides began to increase, and one of the other team members died behind the bunker.

The rest tried to resist the influx of defenders, but those kept them in place with the superior firepower of armor and shields.

"Huh?"

At this time, Bahram seemed to feel something. He looked behind him, but saw something where they came. He couldn't see what it was, but there was no doubt that there was an outline, a human outline.

But the outline was so high that the other party had to bend down to cross the passage.

"Be careful!"

Bahram's voice was warning, and then something rolled into their ranks.

Haomo fell heavily to the ground and kept cursing when he fell. Then he saw that Bahram was wrestling with a group of people.

"He brought a grenade!"

Bahram screamed as he fought with his opponent, and then drew a dagger from his belt.

Among all the equipment he got, this dagger is actually his favorite equipment.

This knife is the most fine blade he has ever used. It is made of excellent alloy steel, with moderate thickness, sharp edge and no loss of luster.

I don't know when, he suddenly became very fond of the feeling of the dagger in his hand and the warm touch of the black handle on his head, but before that, he was never a person who liked to dance and play with the sword.

The darkness around him seemed to be brought into that dream again.

The same darkness, the same cold, the same sleepiness.

The only change is that the enemy he faces is not those twisted monsters, but human beings.

However, there is not much difference between the two at this time.