The sound of gurgling water almost overshadowed the sound of fighting in the distance, but could not stop the thunder of the bombing of the tracks further away.
Tosin walked along the stone covered with black moss, and under him was a pool of water shrouded in the shadows.
A series of water droplets fell from the edge of moss about thirty meters high, stirring up splashes on the surface of the pool. This dark place is as wet and dark as summer nights.
Suddenly, he heard the movement coming from the top of the waterfall, but there was no cover here, so the veteran Katachang immediately jumped into the pool when he saw this.
The water flooded his neck, and he raised his rifle with one hand to a position that was flush with his ears and was close to the surface of the water.
Then he walked through the shadows of the rocks with extremely precise movements, carefully moving behind the foam stirred by the waterfall.
Several shadows moved onto the stones at high altitude, and there might be twenty enemy soldiers.
At this distance, he could smell the rough and ugly enemy army, the breath of wild beasts, and at the same time, the low and rhythmic sound of the helmet communicator came from his ears, which sounded a strange language, but he was very glad that he couldn't understand at all.
Tosin felt that he had become fearful—this was not fear of the enemy or death, but fear of the enemy's abominable nature.
The water around him was very cold, and his limbs were almost frozen, but there was a hot sweat on his face.
The enemy left soon after
Tosin waited for two minutes to ensure that everything was safe. Then he slowly climbed out of the pool and quietly advanced along the direction of the enemy.
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On the other hand, facing the enemy's fierce firepower and the unfavorable muddy lake area terrain, Sanjie was unwilling to retreat with his troops.
The enemy's firepower was several times that of himself, and even the troops led were almost surrounded by the enemy. So the Katachang people quietly and quickly retreated into the woods, and prepared landmines and improvised explosives for the enemy on the way to retreat.
"Enemy is as dense as flies."
Sanjay shouted to Stryker on the radio.
"There are too many people, and they are very determined to fight
After a brief radio communication, the platoon commanded by Sanjay immediately went to a wide stream defended by the platoon commanded by Stryker.
At this time, Stryker was commanding the soldiers to advance slowly and hit the other side of the river guarded by the enemy.
The enemy troops following Sanjay triggered the explosives, and the violent explosion echoed in the woods, and Stryker immediately cursed.
According to common sense, this dense jungle terrain could have given the Katachang troops, which were good at stealthing, a great advantage, but the enemy was scattered in the woods like iron powder, everywhere.
Moreover, although the enemy troops fought on their own, this also means that the enemy has been scattered into countless small troops around, and it is difficult to judge their position and direction.
Even the Katachang people don’t like the chaos in the jungle.
The adjutant poked out of the cover and started shooting. Gunter crawled beside him, waved his hand to signal Sanjay to come over quickly.
The black python Sanjie quickly passed through the open area regardless of the broken bark and leaves flying towards him.
In Stryker's eyes, Sanjay's appearance was as if the jungle old man would appear in a grand event in his hometown. It made people laugh—
Thinking of this, Stryker was stunned.
Hometown? What is his brain thinking about?
In a rain of bullets, Sanjie quickly squeezed his huge body into the narrow bunker.
"Sir?"
Stryker pulled a data board out of his fur coat's pocket and inserted it into the bottom slot of the communicator that the messenger was carrying.
Afterwards, he entered his password on the communicator keyboard, waited for a while, and the main combat data uploaded from the command car from a distance slowly appeared on the data board display.
In order to quickly grasp the battle situation, Stryker selected a complete tactical map that could show the entire battlefield.
The 183rd Regiment of Katachan, scattered near Mount Olympia, was shown as a slender and fragile line. On both sides of the Olympia front, Kadian's heavy infantry regiment and armored troops were fighting fiercely with the enemy.
With the support of heavy artillery and orbital bombing, the Dark Angel's troops were constantly advancing from the east and approaching the periphery of Attica, but the southern defense line where the Kriegs were located was completely suppressed by the enemy and were slowly massacred.
The Black Legion's determination to assault was very firm, and the Kadians were helping the Kriegs maintain the front, but the situation was not optimistic.
"Grass, this is too bad..."
"Then we have to see if we can play a role."
Stryker responded seriously and calmly. When he pressed the button, the situation of the various troops of the 183rd Regiment was immediately displayed on the screen.
All the platoons were suppressed by enemy fire, but Tosin's platoon did not attack for a long time.
"It's up to Tosin now."
At this time, a sound came from Katachang's personal communicator. When he connected, he was an unexpected person.
"The warrior of Katachan, I am Sergeant Abrash Sith of the Ascetics, and I am ordered to come and support you."
At the same time, the firepower of the enemy who was shooting wildly suddenly suffocated, and a tall green figure emerged from the depths of the jungle.
As the other party approached, Stryker was stunned because it was a very Katachang face.
There is a longitudinal scar on the square face without a helmet, which is very vividly the claw marks of the Katachang Demon. It is well concealed by camouflage painting and has medium and short hair.
In his hands, he was still holding a few bloody heads, and some of them had broken spines at the ends.
He looked at Stryk, then nodded, pointed to the right, and compared a gesture with a clear meaning.
"attack!"
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On the other end, under Tosin's leadership, the third row carefully walked around a reservoir hidden in the dark, and a waterfall was pouring down from the mossy rocks above it.
Tosin dispersed the rows and allowed the soldiers to walk through the pools from both sides.
A soldier stopped, picked up something from the ground and handed it to Tosin to see.
This is a laser gun battery, but it is not in the imperial style.
"The enemy used to be here."
At the other end of the pool, another soldier stopped and turned to look at Tosin.
"Hey, do you smell that?"
Tosin frowned.
“This jungle smells different from the one it was at the beginning.”
Then he scraped his nose as if he didn't trust his sense of smell at all.
Now the dense vegetation in front of me seems to have become deeper in Tosin's eyes, becoming more and more like the wetland jungle in his hometown.
"We keep moving forward, I have a hunch that what we are looking for is right in front of us."
Three rows followed the stream. After walking about ten, Tosin, who was behind the low bushes, noticed the situation ahead.
The trees were burnt, and some were even uprooted, and corpses were everywhere on the ground.
He moved forward slowly and carefully observed the bodies along the way.
The dead were all fully armed Chaos soldiers. They were wearing black military uniforms with mezzanines, iron armor in key areas, and terrifying symbols were also decorated on their helmets.
The symbols gradually made his eyes dry, so he stopped looking at the corpse.
There is nothing else here except Chaos Soldiers.
They seemed to have died from shock, but he did not hear the sound of shelling, which was puzzling.
At this moment, a soldier who was scattered reconnaissance roared in the communication channel.
"Look at what I found!"
Tosin hurried over and saw some magnificent stone buildings appearing in front of them, which looked very old, and more importantly, among those buildings, there was a purple gate with an ominous halo.
He immediately realized something, so he shouted excitedly at the correspondent:
"Tell the colonel, we have found the target!"
At this moment, a noise that seemed to be far and near sounded.
"Damn boss, don't touch my thigh!"
"Fuck! It's your fingers that penetrated into my nostril!"
The purple door flashed, and then three figures hugged each other and rolled out from inside. Two seconds later, the fourth one walked out more normally.
Then the man turned around suddenly, pulled out a long black knife from his waist, cut off a tentacle that stretched out from the door, and threw an object similar to a grenade back to the side of the door.
Accompanied by a roar and strong light, the portal disappeared.
The three people on the ground struggled for a long time before they got rid of each other. When they raised their heads, dozens of guns had already surrounded them.
After seeing the big bald man in the machete, he saw that he was a soldier in the imperial uniform, he decisively threw down his weapon, then raised his hands high and said with a smile: