Chapter 667

"Keep quiet and don't move. Listen to my instructions."

A group of fart elites slowly entered their vision. These little animals pushed a huge cart and chattered constantly. An ordinary green skin followed and fought against the fart elites. It was obvious that they were urging them to move forward quickly, but ignored their quarrels.

The cart was full of corpses, which were dismembered. At the top was a young girl with her head on her leg.

Although the blood stained brown hair covered his face, Hartman seemed to feel that the other party's eyes were looking at himself, and a terrible guess about the final destination of the cart came into his mind.

"These bastards!"

Sivari was enraged. As soon as he was ready to shoot, Hartman rushed to hold him down.

"Don't fire."

He said in a low voice and nodded coldly to Luneng in the distance.

Although the goal is so attractive, and although the emperors can feel the righteous anger they accumulated in their chest at that moment, Hartmann doesn't think it's necessary to let the green people notice the existence of this team because of venting their emotions. There will be opportunities in the future.

Mountains and rivers are exotic, and we will die together!

Soon, the green team left, and the six disabled soldiers emerged from the darkness like ghosts in the tomb.

No one wants to talk. We just move on along the established route.

Worried about the pursuit after green Pi found the empty position, they walked for 10 hours without any rest.

Although Hartmann was worried about the adventure, they passed through the center of the residential area unharmed.

But he really didn't want to elaborate on the experience of this journey. For example, they once passed a destroyed and desecrated imperial church, where the offerings were looted. Judging from the stench, the green skin used it as a temporary toilet.

Although this behavior is theoretically unlikely, because most green skins will only solve this physiological need wherever they are, the concept of corresponding activities in special places is too obscure for them.

In addition, it is undoubtedly deliberately blaspheming the majesty of the Empire.

Even so, the desecrated church is eclipsed by the school buildings they encounter.

It used to be an elegant and symmetrical building. The wide square in front was cleverly decorated with fountains and colonnades for students to relax and enjoy the cool. Now the windows and statues of the building are full of bodies twisting with the wind. From those robes, Hartmann infers that those people were once school teachers, and it is obvious that few people die easily without suffering.

Others were silent when they saw this scene, but lunent spit. Hartmann only felt that the emotion in his heart was unspeakable.

At that time, he just wanted to kill every green skin on the planet, even with his bare hands, but soon his survival instinct suppressed the impulse to avenge these tragic victims - temporarily.

Along the way, they also met several other waves of small-scale green skin, both boys and farts. They wandered around for some reason, most of them devoted themselves to shouting and fighting each other.

Once or twice, Hartmann saw them pull out their weapons to solve their disputes. Although they only left some bullet holes and axe wounds on their opponents, none of the guys involved in the fight were permanently injured. Most of the green skins ignored the current disputes, and their barbarism was obviously deep into the bone marrow.

Similarly, in consideration of survival, Hartmann still didn't disturb any of them.

In the next two hours, they never met green again.

At the moment, the nest is at the bottom. A large number of pipes are damaged due to the war, which is unbearable. It is filled with moisture and corruption, suffocating.

When lunent cursed in a low voice and wiped the thick sweat on his unsheathed face in vain, he also drove out a gray and transparent spider in his left ear - he hadn't noticed it in his ear before.

Epirus faltered and cursed the green skins, the heavy lead boots filled with sweat, and the backpack belt pulled into the skin of his shoulders through the wet combat clothes.

Hartman Paul didn't complain. He just took the kettle out of his backpack and opened it.

The water inside was hot, salty and smelled of metal, but Hartman drank it anyway.

The gunner sivari walked in front of Hartmann, carrying a hard load. The sound of sadness accompanied his footsteps. He limped and his left foot was very lame.

Everyone thought it was the wrong way, but vannis believed it was the right way.

But Hartman really didn't think he was sure about it. Even the infantry didn't have the standard compass and illuminator. All they could do was pray that the emperor could bring them guidance.

"The power is off."

There is no difference between day and night at the bottom of the nest. The light belt composed of electricity is the only sign. In some central positions, there are small artificial Suns to simulate the alternation of day and night, but now all those lights are extinguished.

Darkness suddenly enveloped everyone, which not only made everyone tremble, but also made their subsequent journey more difficult - it was impractical to march in this case, and they might run into a team of green people at any time.

"Do we have to take a break?"

Epirus began to mutter again. His face was haggard, and it was obvious that his injury had tortured him.

Hartman had a very bad feeling that Epirus's wound might have been infected and his hand, wrapped like a ball in a dirty bandage, had begun to fester.

The signalman didn't say this, but Hartman can smell it sometimes, which makes him very worried - wannis is the only field medical soldier at present, but he is not a regular doctor, and he doesn't have relevant medical skills and enough medical equipment to perform a field amputation.

No matter from which point of view, he is not the kind of person who can treat others, and the others in the team do not have the medical skills in this regard.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, gunner sivari fell forward, and one of his feet tripped over a very thin lead.

The others fell to the ground at the moment before the blasting. The next second, the gunner was blown up like a broken doll. When he fell, the mud splashed like rain, and his body became bloody and fragmented.

"Don't move!"

Hartmann, who was lying on his stomach, raised his head slightly and said in a hoarse whisper.

He turned on the safety of the laser gun, his eyes patrolling the thick darkness, looking for any suspicious target.

But there was no movement.