Villa III is not just jungle, but actually there are many rivers and dry plateau divisions between different jungles.
In order to expand the scope of reconnaissance and early warning, Armin decided to lead the team to a higher place.
"I understand, sir."
Armin said to the communicator:
"We will continue to reconnaise the enemy's actions."
When the recruit company commander turned off his communicator, Bahram was waiting expectantly, then Armin, dressed in silver-gray armor, walked slowly across the grass towards the recruits waiting there.
"Are there any new orders for us?"
Haumo asked excitedly, the last time he had fought with Greenskin, in his words, was that he couldn't even reach the level of warm-up.
"No, we are going to continue patrolling the battlefield outside. The commander of the battle has just eliminated a large number of greenskins, but there may still be some wandering greenskin troops nearby advancing towards the jungle canyon."
"But... we haven't encountered a green skin for half an hour."
"Don't you think this is a great opportunity to test the reconnaissance skills you have mastered? When you become formal combat brothers, you must obey discipline to perform some boring but necessary tasks, and maybe you are more willing to perform something else, more honorable orders?"
Armin glared at Haumor.
"Remember, recruits, orders are not interpreted! They need to be followed, remember this."
They went from the rainforest to the dry land on the east side, and the rocky highlands made way for a gentle slope at the bottom of the dormant volcano. The recruits followed the road toward higher elevations, passing through many gravel beaches along the way.
Lower clouds swept across the hillside, covering everything with the color of slate.
Bahram could even hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of other animals foraging, and the sound of insects buzzing through the tops of grass—even if he had been Astart for so long, he was often surprised by his keen senses.
There is often a brief westerly wind blowing gently, and on the leeward side blocked by the rocks, thorny shrubs grow irregularly there.
From time to time, he could smell a scent of the air, and the bodies of those who had lost their fangs and claws for survival were rotting.
The edges of the road are scattered with wrecks from green skins: piles of feces, abandoned bones and food residues, broken teeth, rotten leather, and various other rags of unknown origin and use.
In a sense, the road itself is a scar left by the green skin - heavy footprints and the trajectory of the animal's hooves make its surface full of pits, and even causes collapse in some places.
The smell of green skin is everywhere here, which cannot be dissipated in the air for a long time, and it rushes into the nose and sticks to clothes.
Suddenly, Armin smelled something in the distance that was stenching, so he waved his hand to let the recruits leave the road and go north to find the source of the smell.
"Report to the company commander, there is a discovery!"
A few hundred meters away from the Broad Rock, Gomo sent a signal saying that he had found something.
Oscar and Zod stood on both sides and used their sniper rifles to guard, while others went to investigate the grass.
This place has been trampled on by many combat boots, and there is no doubt that a group of green skins have passed by here.
In the next few minutes, Armin found a green-skinned corpse, which fell face down on the grass, with insects buzzing around it.
In addition to a few pieces of leather, the body has been stripped naked. In addition to various tattoos, there are more than a dozen bloody wounds on the exposed skin of the arms and back. It seems that this green skin has been attacked by many enemies.
"It's so stinking."
Armin turned the alien with his feet in disgust, and a foul odor surged out of its chest and abdomen, causing the recruits to turn around in disgust.
"Look at this!"
Armin snapped, the recruits obeyed the orders while covering their mouths and noses with their hands.
"What did you see?"
The recruits hesitated to surround the body.
“It’s dead.”
Hauer boldly spoke.
"Are you sure?"
Armin glared at him and asked.
"Yes, although the vitality of greenskin is very tough, this one has begun to ulcerate, and the investigation report on alien biology says... Living greenskin wounds are not infected, there is something in their blood that can prevent gangrene and other blood poisoning, and they can even expose the wound directly to strong radiation, which makes them one of the reasons why they can survive in almost any environment without worrying about injury."
"very good."
Armin looked at the others again.
"Is there anything else?"
“Its teeth are gone.”
Robin spoke, and the recruit bent down to the creature's face and pulled its lips open to expose its naked gums.
"Not even a tooth left."
"So who took the teeth?"
"Green skins have no economy and no concept of currency, but they still have trading behaviors. In addition to bartering, their most commonly used equivalent is teeth."
Robin answered calmly.
"And all the weapons on it were deprived, and it seemed to be killed, not the plunder that it was only after it fell down and died."
"There is a strange layer of substance on the wound."
Bahram continued, and he took out a short knife to scrape a layer of stuff from the wound on the green-skinned chest, and the white fiber substances immediately stuck to the blade.
"spore."
Arming nodded in praise of Bahram's discovery.
"You will find it in all dead green-skinned creatures, whether it is two-legged or four-legged. Once these spores seep into the earth, there will be hundreds of times more green-skinned than they are now in the coming year. This is the real reason why green-skinned can become a galactic pollution! So the corpse of green-skinned must be incinerated to ensure that the spores do not spread!
"Are these spores green-skinned tissue cells or reproductive species similar to plant pollen?"
A recruit asked a question.
But Armin did not answer, but looked at the winding road through the trampled grass.
It might be green-skinned, or hordes of orcs who were left behind and wandered around here and were attacked.
After the robbery, the survivors returned to the large army, which might contain some important significance.
"Continue patrolling eastward, we're going to walk this road until dark."
"What do these spores do, company commander?"
As the team crossed an uneven waist-deep grassland, the recruits asked again.
"I don't know, I'm not a biological sage."
Armin's impatient answer.
"But one thing is certain, the aliens have various ways of reproduction, and it is always necessary to eradicate traces of their existence after victory: their bodies, their buildings, their weapons, their culture! Only by completely destroying these will it not bring regrets to the future, do you understand?"
"clear!"
The recruit immediately looked at the dead green skin with disgust.
When the clouds enveloped the sun, their team set out again.